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Mothers & Sons Anonymous Meeting

By: SusanJillParker



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A huge Valentine's Day surprise, Donald not only discovers his mother's sexy secret but also uses her sexy secret against her and to his sexual benefit. 

"Mom?" Donald leaned over the downstairs banister to look up at where he thought, hoped, and imagined his mother was standing. 

He's had some luck in the past with looking around the banister and up the stairs without her seeing him and catching him peeping on her. Normally, when he calls her, she'll come to the top of the stairs and stand there while looking down to see what he wants. Most times, before she realizes he's there looking up at her, he'll get what he's looking to see, a flash of his mother's panties up her short skirt. If only she knew that he was calling her just to see her panties, she'd be pissed. If only she knew he was sexually attracted to her, she'd bring him to a psychiatrist to have his head examined.

Wishing his sexual fantasies were her sexual fantasies too and more his realities, he wished she'd come to the stairs while wearing her short nightgown without panties. If she did, instead of flashing him her panties, she'd be flashing him her naked pussy. Only, with her being so modestly moral, she always wears a robe over her nightgown. Only, this time, instead of calling her to hopefully see an up skirt view of her panties, he was calling her because he needed her to move her car.

As if she was his pet dog, this time, when she didn't come to the top of the stairs when he called her and when he didn't see her, he spoke louder for his voice to carry to wherever she was upstairs. A big old, Victorian house with lots of furniture, rugs, and draperies making for an acoustical sound barrier, voices didn't carry very well from one room to the next never mind from one floor to the next. Just as horny for his mother as he was sexually frustrated by her lack of sexual interest, he wished his mother was as sexually attracted to him as he was to her.

"Mom?"

Listening intently for her response, instead he heard the upstairs shower when he didn't hear her acknowledge him. As if a bunch of horny, wet commandos, he envied the water seeing her naked and sliding down her naked body before disappearing down the drain. Wishing she had emerged from the shower to answer him and was standing at the top of the stairs naked, he listened for his mother's response. Just once, he'd love to see his mother in her bra and panty. Just once he'd love to see his mother topless. Just once he'd love to see his mother naked. Just once, he'd love to catch her by surprise to see her reaction to him seeing something of her that he shouldn't see. After a pause, he heard her muffled voice through the closed bathroom door and over the shower.

"I'm in the shower Donnie," said Elizabeth from the upstairs bathroom.

Shit, wishing she had hung up her car keys on a hook by the door in the kitchen where they belong and are readily available, already late for work, he really didn't have time to wait until she finished showering for her to give him her car keys. For him to be at work on time, he needed to move her car now for him not to be late for work. More than that, horny and sexually frustrated, he woke up late and didn't even have time to masturbate over imagining his mother naked while having sex with her.

Something he routinely does every morning and every night, masturbating over his sexy mother relaxes him as much as it sexually excites him. If he didn't masturbate himself to alleviate the sexual tension he felt, he'd probably make an inappropriate, sexual move on his mother. The only thing that stopped him from touching, feeling, and kissing his mother was the wadded up tissue in his hand that gave evidence to how much he sexually wanted his mother.

Already stressed out from rushing to get ready for work and to leave on time, he imagined the traffic jam he'd face with him being late now. With no one to blame but himself, he had a feeling that it was going to be one of those days. Further delaying him, now he must move her car, park her car, and come back inside to deposit her car keys before finally leaving for work. Already late leaving, he'll never get to work on time. If he had any excuse not to go in, he'd take the day off, call in sick, and stay home with his mother. With this her day off, he'd love nothing more than to spend some private, alone time with his mother.

Suddenly, in the way he imagined whenever masturbating himself, he had a sexy image of his mother standing behind the thin shower curtain naked. She was so pretty. She was so sexy. Maybe now with something important enough to tell her, this was a good time to barge in the bathroom on her without knocking. Only, even though he'd love to suddenly invade her privacy with the hopes of catching her naked, he couldn't do that and wouldn't do that to his mother. What kind of perversely perverted monster of a son would he be to embarrass her in that way? She'd be so humiliated if he ever caught her without her clothes. Only, if nothing else and if nothing more than masturbation fodder, he enjoyed thinking that he would barge in the bathroom to catch her naked.

"I'm late for work and your car is blocking mine," he said louder for her to hear him over the water.

Her car blocking his car wouldn't have been a problem had she hung up her car keys on the key hook and if he wasn't already running late already. Still leaning over the banister to hear her response, while imagining her walking from the bathroom to the top of the stairs dripping wet while naked, he listened while looking up at the top of the empty staircase. As if she was standing there without a towel, he imagined her standing there naked and looking down at him with as much incestuous, sexual lust for him as he had for her.

Only, with his hormones driving him wild with incestuous sexual desire for his mother, he knew that she'd never want him in the sexual way that he wanted her. If only she did, they'd already be having sex. If only she did, he could only imagine the sexual fun they'd have.

Just an exciting, incestuous, sexual fantasy that he enjoyed having, he wondered if his mother masturbated and if she did, he wondered what it was that sexually excited her enough for her to masturbate. He wondered if she masturbated over seeing him naked and having sex with him in the way that he masturbated over seeing her naked and having sex with her. Only, nothing more than a sexual fantasy that he enjoyed having, he didn't think his mother masturbated over him or over anyone. She wasn't a sexual slut in the way that he was an incestuous pervert.

"Sorry Donald," she said in the distance over the sound of the shower and behind the close, bathroom door.

Sorry Donald? Is that all she has to say for herself when he's late for work? He'd like to give her something for her to be sorry. Something he'd never do but sexually enjoyed thinking that he'd do, he imagined barging in her bathroom, pushing open the shower curtain, and pulling her wet, naked body out by her hair. He imagined sitting on the toilet, bending her over his knee, and paddling her naked ass while touching her and feeling her where a son should never touch and feel his mother. God, if he wasn't horny before, he was horny now with the thought of seeing his mother naked and spanking her naked ass while touching and feeling her everywhere.

"This is for parking your car behind my car and blocking me. This is for not hanging up your car keys. This is so you'll never forget and will always remember never to block my car and to hang up your car keys," he imagined saying to his mother. "It's because of you that I'm late."

Then, to really teach her a lesson that she'd never soon forget, he imagined pushing her down to her knees and stuffing his cock in her mouth. Oh, yeah, he'd love nothing more than for his mother to blow him. With a heavy hand to the back of her pretty head, he imagined forcing her to blow him. After she sucked him, he imagined bending her over the bathroom sink and fucking her like a dog.

He couldn't count how many incestuous, sexual fantasies he's had of barging in his mother's bathroom while she was showering and pushing open the shower curtain while she was standing there naked. While holding her in place, he couldn't count how many incestuous, sexual fantasies he's had of pulling up her short skirt or lifting up her bathrobe covered nightgown when she was standing at the sink and doing the dishes in the kitchen. He wondered what she'd say if he pulled up her skirt to expose her panties or lifted up her bathrobe and nightgown to expose her naked ass.

He wondered what she'd do if he did sexually violate and physically assault her in such an incestuous way. He couldn't count how many times he's imagined fucking her from behind while reaching around her to fondle her big tits and finger her erect nipples. Only, other than just a sexual fantasy, he couldn't do any of those things. She was his mother and he was her son. If she couldn't trust him to feel safe when around him, then who can she trust?

Only, even though he incestuously, sexually fantasized about barging in his mother's bathroom and pushing open the shower curtain, he'd never invade her privacy in that way. Even though he's incestuously, sexually fantasized of spanking his mother's naked ass, he'd never humiliated his mother in that invasively, violating way. Even though he's imagined forcing her to her knees and making her suck him, he'd never force his mother to blow him. Even though he's incestuously, sexually fantasized of lifting his mother's short skirt or her nightgown, pulling down her panties, and bending her over the sink to fuck her like a dog, he'd never do that either.

Nonetheless, it was sexually exciting to imagine doing all of those things while he masturbated himself. As if masturbation was his magic elixir and his necessary pill to take, feeling much like Dr. Hyde before finding sexual relief from masturbation, he felt more like Dr. Jekyll as soon as he ejaculated the cum that he had for his mother in a tissue. Alas, with him the incestuous pervert in the family, with him relegated to masturbating over imagining his mother naked and having sex with him, he only wished his mother sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her.

Nonetheless how he felt about her and how she didn't feel about him, his mind was always preoccupied with him having sex with her. If only she'd showed the sexual interest in him that he had for her, he'd be so happy. If only she'd flash him her naked body in the way that he'd love to flash her his naked body, he'd never have to imagine what she looks like naked again.

With him finally having something seemingly important to tell her, that her car was blocking his car, his reason for imagining himself barging in the bathroom, suddenly he wished he had the nerve to barge in the bathroom on her while she was showering. He wondered what she'd say if he did. He wondered what she'd do if he opened her bathroom door and stepped inside while she was naked behind that thin, plastic shower curtain. He wondered her reaction to him throwing open the shower curtain to reward himself with the naked sight of her. He wished he had the nerve to barge in her bathroom when she was showering or barge in her bedroom when she was dressing or undressing.

If only he could see his mother in her bra and panty, he'd be so happy. Just once, he'd love to see her topless. If only he could see her naked, he'd have something more to masturbate over for the rest of his life. Only, he didn't dare barge in her bathroom while she was showering or barge in her bedroom while she was dressing or undressing. He respected her privacy in the way that she respected his privacy.

Nonetheless his self-control from barging in on her when she's in the bathroom naked or when she's in her bedroom undressing or dressing, he wished he could see her in her underwear, topless, and/or naked. His perverted imagination has always been filled and preoccupied with the sight of her without her clothes. He wished he had stood by her bathroom door listening while waiting to hear the shower curtain being pulled away before barging in the bathroom. As if she was a deer caught in headlights or caught by a battery of Paparazzi cameras, he imagined catching her naked before she had a chance to cover herself with her hands and forearm and/or reach for her towel.

He imagined seeing his mother's big, bare breasts and her dripping wet pussy. Would she be embarrassed and try to cover her nakedness with her hand, forearm, and/or towel, or would she brazenly stand there showing him her naked body in the way that he longed to see her naked body? Knowing her, much like the Japanese women in the videos he's watched of men stealing their skirts, she'd squat down in the bathtub to deny him from seeing any part of her. Knowing her, she'd scream at him to get out and go away. Knowing her, she'd be so very mad at him that she'd ask him to leave her house. 

Tits and pussy for cock, in the way that she sometimes barges in on him when he's in his room masturbating and in the way that he loves exposing his erect cock to her, he'd love nothing more than to see his mother naked too. A longtime sexual fantasy of his, as long as she made it appear accidental, now that he thought more about it, he wondered if his mother would enjoy exposing her naked body to him in the way that he'd love to see her naked body. He wondered if his mother would enjoy seeing his naked body in the way that he'd love to expose his naked body. Only, somewhat of a prude, he knew that his mother wouldn't be interested in that type of inappropriate, incestuous, sexual behavior.

She's not an incestuous whore and she's not a perverted slut. He's the one with the perversely twisted, inappropriately incestuous, misdirected, and misguided thoughts about seeing his mother without her clothes. While masturbating himself with the thoughts of his mother naked, he's the one who has the same incestuous, sexual fantasies of having sex with his mother's naked body over and again. If only she shared his lust in having incestuous sex, he'd be so happy. If only she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her, he couldn't imagine anything better then him having sex with his mother.

"It's okay," he said suddenly wishing again that he could stay home with his mother on her day off to play tickle and tease and/or flash and peek.

With tomorrow Valentine's Day, the day of love and sex, he'd love nothing more than to stay home and in bed with his mother. Only, regardless of tomorrow being Valentine's Day, he knew she'd never participate in playing any sexy, sexual games with him, her own son. Oh, how happy he'd be, if only she was as incestuously, sexually attracted to him in the way that he was incestuously, sexually attracted to her. He wished she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. He'd love nothing more than to play strip poker with her. That's not only one card game that he'd love to win but also that's one card game that he wouldn't mind losing. He'd love nothing more than to sleep in the same bed with her.

With tomorrow Valentine's Day and with him trying to find any excuse to justify him taking the day off from work to stay home with his mother, if he called in sick, maybe he could take her to lunch and/or buy her flowers, red roses for Valentine's Day. If there was any woman that he wanted to make his sexy Valentine, it was his mother. If there was any woman that he loved, he loved his mother. If there was any woman that he'd love to make love to and have sex with, it was his MILF of a mother, Elizabeth, Liz, Lizzy, and Beth. Only, just as he wished that sexy scenario would happen, him making love to and/or having sex with his mother on Valentine's Day, would never happen. He knew it wasn't normal for a son harbor those sexual thoughts for his mother. He knew he wasn't normal to be so preoccupied with wanting to see his mother naked while masturbating over the thoughts of seeing his mother naked.

Then, wishing he was upstairs ready to burst through the bathroom door, he heard the familiar sound of the shower curtain being slid across the shower rod from downstairs. A familiar sound, his heart fell and his cock hardened when he heard the sound of the shower curtain. As if he could clearly see her, he imagined his mother standing in the bathtub naked. Even though he had no idea what she looked like naked, as if he could clearly see her, he imagined her big tits, her areolas, her nipples, and her trimmed brown pussy. As if she was suddenly unable to dry herself, he imagined her not only asking him but also allowing him to dry her naked body with a towel while touching and feeling her everywhere.

Maybe he so clearly heard the shower curtain being pulled across the rod because he was listening for the sound of the shower curtain being pulled across the rod while envisioning her standing there naked. With him dripping with incestuous, sexual desire for her, he imagined his mother standing there naked and dripping wet with water. As if he was her loyal dog, another one of his sexual fantasies he had while masturbating over her, he'd love to lick every drop of water from his mother's naked body. Being the helpful son that he is, at the very least, he'd love to dry her naked, wet body with a towel while touching her and feeling his mother where no son should ever touch and feel their mother.

Unable to prevent the image of her standing in the bathtub naked from taking hold of his perverse imagination, he enjoyed the naked vision of her that consumed him with horniness, that hardened his cock with incestuous lust, and that made him want to masturbate. Already late for work, now with the thoughts of his mother naked in the bathroom with only a mere closed door blocking him from nirvana and a thin shower curtain concealing her naked body, he wished he had the time to masturbate himself. With the sound of the sliding shower curtain inspiring his sexual thoughts, he imagined his mother standing there naked before reaching for her towel. He imagined his mother drying her naked, shapely body.

Now he wished he had installed a pinhole camera somewhere in the bathroom to watch her on his computer monitor. He'd love nothing more than to see her naked. He'd love nothing more than to watch her dry her wet body while he masturbated to the sexy sight of her tits, her ass, and her pussy. Only, even he couldn't invade and violate his mother in such a perversely perverted way. Even though he's consumed with the thoughts of seeing her naked and having sex with her, he still had the common decency enough to respect her privacy.

Already consumed with incestuous, sexual lust for his mother and with it so very early in the morning, how hot would that be to watch his mother drying her naked body while he masturbated over the naked sight of her? Suddenly feeling hornier than he normally is and hornier than he's ever been, he wished he had taken the time to masturbate this morning over imagining his mother naked and while fantasizing over having sex with her naked body. Even though he knew seeing his mother naked and/or having sex with her naked body would never happen, at least he had his sexual fantasies to satisfy his sexual frustration that he had when thinking of his mother naked and having sex with her.

Only, just once, if for nothing more than masturbation fodder, he'd love to see his mother topless. Just once, he'd love to see his mother naked. He'd give and/or do anything to see her big, naked tits and her dark brown pussy. At the very least, he'd love to see her in her bra and panty. Only something that would never happen, all that he had was his perversely perverted imagination.


Mothers & Sons Anonymous Meeting



In the way that she flagrantly cavorts around him in the backyard in her bikini in the summertime, just once, he wished she'd walk around him in her sheer panty and sexy bra in the house. If she sashays around him in her bikini outside, why doesn't she parade around him in her panties and bra inside? He didn't understand what the difference was. If she was comfortable walking around him in her barely there bikini, why was she so modestly shy about walking around him in her underwear? She was just as covered in her barely there bikini as she was in her sexy lingerie.

With her being such a modest Christian woman, other than seeing accidental, occasional up skirts peeks of her panties, and accidental, occasional down blouse views of her cleavage and bra, she's always been so morally modest around him. After reading all of those sexy, incestuous stories about mothers having sex with their sons online, he wish his mother wanted to have incestuous sex with him as much as he wanted to have incestuous sex with her. After watching so very many mother and son incestuous, sexual videos online, seemingly mother and son sex is everywhere but here in his house. As long as a mother and son were adults and the sex was consensual, he didn't see anything wrong with having sex with his mother. Only, in the way that he wanted to have sex with her, she'd never have sex with him.

He realized that many of the mother and son online videos were fake and staged but some of them looked so very real, especially the Russian and the Japanese ones. Yet, if they were real, why was there a cameraman recording all of the sexual action? Maybe incestuous sex happens far less than he thinks it does. Maybe incestuous sex is nothing more than a sexual fantasy that many men have when thinking about their mothers naked and while imagining having sex with them. He wondered if mothers sexually thought about their sons in the way that sons sexually thought about their mothers.

"You'll have to move my car Donnie," said Elizabeth jolting him from his sexual fantasy when she opened the bathroom door and talked louder, undoubtedly for him to hear her.

Forget about hearing her, he wished he could see her. As soon as he heard the bathroom door open and as soon as he heard his mother's sweet voice, he wondered if she was standing there naked with the bathroom door wide open or ajar enough for him to see her tits. With her being so modest and morally shy about taking care not to expose her naked body to him, no doubt, she was standing there with a towel wrapped around her shoulder length, brown hair with another towel tightly wrapped around her shapely naked body. He wished he had the forethought to run upstairs and stand in front of the bathroom before she opened the door. Then, when she opened the bathroom door to call down to him, surprising and shocking the shit out of her, he'd be standing there ready to see whatever she was showing. Perhaps, he'd even see her topless and/or naked.

Maybe when she opened the bathroom door to speak to him, he would have seen something of his mother's naked body to inspire his masturbation session. Maybe when she opened the bathroom door to speak to him, he would have seen her without her towel. Maybe when she opened the bathroom door to speak to him, he would have seen her topless and/or naked. Maybe when he saw her topless or naked, that would have sexually aroused her enough for her to want to have sex with him. Nah, his mother would never have sex with him in the way he'd love to have sex with her. Surely, it would take much more than him seeing his mother's topless or naked body to sexually arouse her enough to have sex with him.

"Where are your car keys?"

Yelling his question louder for her to hear over her hairdryer, he waited while listening for her response.

"They're in my pocketbook," she said.

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They're in her pocketbook? As if he was a burglar given the secret combination to a safe, his mother just gave him permission to go through her pocketbook. With her pocketbook a sacred place, her purse was always off limits to his snooping eyes and his invading hands. A first time for everything, Donald has never been allowed and/or invited to go through his mother's purse. Always she grabs her pocketbook and guards her purse in the way that a quarterback and/or running back protects the football. He could only imagine the hidden secrets contained within a woman's purse. He could only imagine what his mother has hidden in her purse.

In the way that he has an old condom, and folded photos of Kate Upton and Scarlett Johansson in his wallet, God only knows what his mother has hidden and tucked away in her pocketbook. With her giving him permission to fish through her pocketbook, he was about to find out what was really in there besides her car keys, wallet, and makeup. He was about to discover why her pocketbook weighed more than ten pounds and his wallet barely weighed 10 ounces. He was about to discover why she's always so protective of her purse.

With his imagination and sexual lust for his mother getting the better of him, he imagined finding a pair of her used panties that he could touch, feel, fondle, and sniff. He imagined finding a pair of handcuffs, a blindfold, and wrist and ankle ties for when his mother felt sexually kinky. Imagining her with her panties down around her ankles and her knees spread far apart while she sat on the toilet, he imagined finding a vibrator in her pocketbook for when she's feeling horny at work. Imagining her purse contained a dildo, maybe she walks around with one in her pussy or in her ass while she's working and while thinking of having sex with him or with someone else.

Forget about finding anything sexual in his mother's purse, with her somewhat of a prude, he seriously doubted if his mother even masturbated. Only, imagining that she did, everyone masturbates including his mother. He'd love nothing more to watch her masturbate while she watched him masturbate. Surely, if his mother wouldn't have incestuous sex with him, maybe they could mutually masturbate. As long as they didn't touch one another but just watched one another masturbating, that's not incest is it? Perhaps mutual masturbation is deemed incestuous but what harm would it be to see her with her fingers in her pussy while she watched him with his hand around his cock?

What the Hell is wrong with him? How dare he think that of his mother in that depraved sexual way? He's been watching way too many X-rated videos. Probably more the case, while imagining her in her sexy bra and panty, topless, and/or naked, maybe she has sexy photos of herself hidden in her purse that she sends to men on that dating site, Finding Mr. Right. He'd love nothing better than to find some sexy cheesecake photos of his mother in her panties and bra, topless, and/or naked.

'Wow!'

It's better that she's spending time finding Mr. Right on the Finding Mr. Right dating site that's supposedly filled with nice men instead of spending time finding Mr. Wrong on the opposite dating site, Finding Mr. Wrong, filled with liars, cheaters, married men, and bad boys. Yet, perhaps if his mother was a tattooed, bourbon drinking, wild woman, dating bad men, riding on the back of a motorcycle, coming home drunk and/or high, she'd be more agreeable to having incestuous sex with him. Only, his mother wasn't a wild woman. If anything, she was a kind woman.

Other than the occasional glass of wine, ever since she passed out drunk on her 40th birthday, she didn't drink. Moreover, giving her a headache, she hates motorcycles. If he was to describe her as anything, he'd start with her being a good woman, a God fearing woman, and a Christian woman who attends church every Sunday. Alas, if only she was a wild woman, he'd be so happy.

Now with his mother giving him permission to go through her purse, instead of looking for her car keys, he looked for nude photos of her. Something he's always been preoccupied doing but having never been successful in finding any, he was on a mission to find provocative and/or naked photos of his mother. Having gone through her drawers, her closets, the cellar, and the attic, he's never found anything sexually provocative of his mother. The one last place he's never looked was her pocketbook. How hot would that be to come across a stash of her hidden naked photos?

Everyone has naked photos of themselves, if only from their younger and wilder days, no doubt even his mother has sexy photos of herself. He'd love nothing more than to see a topless and/or naked photo of his mother when she was his age. He'd love nothing more than to see a topless and/or naked photo of her now. Instead of a topless and/or naked photo, he'd settle for a photo of her in her in her bra and panty.

Wishing he was a computer geek, he wished he knew the password to her computer or knew how to hack her hard drive. With him hoping to find some naughty, sexy, cheesecake photos of his mother, he searched through her purse. With him now looking through every hidden compartment and even her wallet, he imagined finding photos of his mother in her sexy bra and panties. He imagined finding topless photos of his mother's big tits. He imagined finding naked photos, photos that he imagined she sent to men on that Finding Mr. Right dating site. He imagined seeing several photos of her tits, her ass, and her pussy. Only, no such luck. Obviously, in the way that he was a pervert, his mother was a saint.

With him knowing his mother better than that, she'd never send strange men photos of her nearly naked or naked body. She's not like that at all. She's a good, kind, modest, and moral woman and he's an incestuous pervert. How dare he put his sexual wants and needs on his mother? How dare he think that she sexually wants him in the way that he sexually wants her? Obviously, sadly, and sexually frustratingly, in the way that he sexually wants her, she doesn't sexually want him.

"Damn, why couldn't I have a normal mother, a mother who likes sex and a mother who wants, lusts, and fantasizes having sex with me in the way that I sexually fantasize over having sex with her?

Why couldn't my mother be more incestuously sexual like one of those mothers who parade around their horny sons in a skimpy robe or a sheer nightgown with nothing underneath? Why couldn't my mother tease me and tempt me with her sexy body in the way I imagine her teasing me and tempting me when I'm masturbating and imagining her teasing and tempting me? Why couldn't my mother seduce me in the way that I'd love to seduce her? I wish my mother was as horny as I am all of the time, maybe then she'd give me incestuous sex. If she gave me sex, maybe then, I wouldn't be masturbating as much as I do." 

Yet, even better than finding her worn panties to feel, fondle, and sniff, he found something much better than finding handcuffs, a blindfold, and wrist and ankle ties. Even better than finding her vibrator or her dildo, he found something much better than finding her masturbation toys. Even better than finding some semi-naked and naked photos of his mother, he found something way better than finding visual naked proof of his mother's hot body. At first not making the connection, then when he did make the connection, he couldn't believe the secret, sexual treasure he found in his mother's purse.

Before finding her car keys, he found a brochure tucked down at the very bottom of her purse. Surely, how could finding a brochure possibly best finding her worn panties, her handcuffs and blindfold, her vibrator and her dildo, and/or semi-naked and naked photos of his mother? Wondering what it was that she had buried at the bottom of her purse, it was a brochure, a mere colorful pamphlet. He pulled it out and read it.

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"Mothers & Sons Anonymous. Mothers & Sons Anonymous? What the Hell is this? Why would she have this in her pocketbook? Why would she have hidden this in her pocketbook? As if she's ashamed of it and was hiding it, why would she have this buried at the bottom of her purse? I don't get it."

Hoping for the best while thinking of the worst of his mother, he couldn't even begin to imagine his mother being as sexually attracted to him as he was sexually attracted to her. If she was as sexually attracted to him in the way that he was sexually attracted to her, and with them having sex every day, even twice a day, what a sexual pair they'd make. Yet, now, with him finding this hidden pamphlet, the only reason he could fathom why she'd have and hide something like this was that maybe his mother is an incestuous slut and a wicked whore who wants to have incestuous sex with him, her son. Maybe with his wicked incestuous thoughts passed on to him from his mother and with incest is in his genes, he wanting to have sex with his mother is not his fault. Maybe in the way that he needs professional help in controlling his incestuous, sexual addiction to her, she sought out Mothers & Sons Anonymous because she needs help in controlling her incestuous, sexual addiction to him.

"Oh, my God, how hot would that be if my mother sexually wanted me as much as I sexually want her? Wow!"

With him having always been sexually attracted to his mother for as far back as he could remember, now he wondered if she was as sexually attracted to him as he was to her. Now with him finding this Mothers & Sons Anonymous pamphlet, seemingly her sexual attraction to him was her secret, sexy, incestuous problem too. Obviously his mother is sexually attracted to him enough for her to seek professional help in going to Mothers & Sons Anonymous meetings. Moreover, the fact that he now knows her secret and her sexy, incestuous problem, maybe he can finally have some hot fun with his mother by teasing her with his naked body and tempting her with his hard, erect cock.

"Nah, my mom's not an incestuous slut," he said not believing that his mother was just as perversely twisted as he was. "She's not a wicked whore. She's not trailer trash like all of those women who appeared on Jerry Springer and who publically tell everyone that they had incestuous sex with their blood relatives. She's a good woman. She's not like that," he said believing that she wasn't while hoping that she was. "Is she? She must be and incestuous slut to have this pamphlet in her purse and for her to be attending this Mothers & Sons Anonymous meetings."

Putting her sexual interest to the test, he imagined a sexy, incestuous scenario where he arranged for his friends to wear ski masks and barge in their house. The start of something unstoppable, he imagined them forcing his mother to have sex with him. Yet, not wanting his friends to know that he wanted to have sex with his mother and/or that he had sex with his mother, knowing how horny his friends were, as horny as he is, they'd want to have sex with his mother too. Now that he knows her incestuous secret, he'll have to think of a better way to get her in bed without her knowing that he snooped through her pocketbook and found her Mothers & Sons Anonymous brochure. It's one thing for him to go through her purse to retrieve her car keys but it's quite another thing for him to go through every personal and private thing in her purse while looking for naked photos and instead finding this brochure of incest instead.

Yet, giving her the benefit of the doubt, maybe the pamphlet belongs to someone else. Maybe she found the pamphlet somewhere. Maybe the pamphlet was randomly handed to her by someone on the street. Maybe Mothers & Sons Anonymous isn't a sexual thing but more of a moral support meeting where mothers gather to talk about their sons and/or where sons gather to discuss their mothers. Yeah, of course, that's it. Being that she's been a single mother for years, she goes there for emotional support. Then, he laughed, perhaps with her knowing how insanely, incestuously, sexually attracted he is to her, perhaps she brought the pamphlet home for him. 

"Nah, if she brought the pamphlet home for me, she would have given it to me and not hidden it in the bottom of her pocketbook."

He wondered if this applied to daughters too. Maybe they have a mother and daughter chapter of Mothers & Sons Anonymous. For those mothers who have are sexually attracted to their daughters and/or for those daughters who are sexually attracted their mothers maybe they have Mothers & Daughters Anonymous instead of Mothers & Sons Anonymous. Maybe as well as a Mothers & Sons Anonymous, they have a Fathers & Sons Anonymous chapter and a Fathers & Daughters Anonymous chapter too.

"Wow! Seemingly incest is everywhere and maybe now, even here in his house and in his mother's bedroom," he said out loud.

Giving her the benefit of the doubt again, maybe Mothers & Sons Anonymous has nothing to do with incestuous sex but is a place where mothers and/or sons go when feeling troubled, confused, anxious, and/or depressed. Then, opening his eyes, instead of just looking at the pictures on the cover of the brochure, a real mind blower and a real eye opener in shocking the shit out of him, he started reading the literature inside of the pamphlet. If he was to believe what was within the brochure, Mothers & Sons Anonymous meetings weren't for mothers and/or sons who felt troubled, confused, anxious, or depressed. Just as he first suspected, Mothers & Sons Anonymous was for mothers and/or sons who were sexually and incestuously attracted to one another.

"Oh my God! Wow! Holy shit. Are you kidding me? I don't believe this," he said out loud for only himself to hear. "My mother wants me. My mother really wants me. My mother wants me sexually. My mother really wants me bad enough for her to attend Mothers & Sons Anonymous meetings to control her sexual, incestuous impulses. Fuck me. No way! I don't believe this."

He couldn't believe his eyes. He couldn't believe what he was reading. With him downstairs alone and with his mother still in the bathroom upstairs drying her hair with the overly loud hair dryer, he silently read the front cover of the brochure to himself for him to believe it before opening it to read more. Even after reading the front cover, he still couldn't believe that she had something like his squirreled away in her purse. He needed to read the contents within for him to make sense of it all.

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If what he's reading is what he thinks he's reading, Donald discovered that his mother is as incestuously and sexually attracted to him as he's incestuously and sexually attracted to her. With each sexually, incestuous question in the pamphlet more sexually and incestuously probing and revealing than the next sexually, incestuous question, he read a series of questions out loud while silently thinking the answers to the questions to himself.

Question #1: "Are you sexually attracted to your mother?"

As if this pamphlet could read his mind, he couldn't believe the first, probing question. Fuck yeah! According to Shakespeare and Freud what son isn't attracted to their mother? What son doesn't want to murder their father to have sex with their mother?

Only with his mother making a mistake by getting pregnant at 19-years-old with him and never marrying the man who impregnated her, he has no idea who or where his father is. Something his mother never shared the full details of what happened after he was conceived and something that his mother obviously doesn't know, he has no idea if his father is married to another woman or if he's even dead. For all that he knows his mother may have even been raped by the man and with her Catholic upbringing and not believing in abortion, he's alive today because of her religion. Only, if his father was a rapist and perhaps in jail, the fact remains that he's his father's son. Perhaps the reason why he sexually wants his mother is because he's just as sexually twisted as was his father.




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What if her rapist was her brother, her father, or her uncle? Perhaps that would explain not only why she never talked about his father but also the reason for his incestuous connection to his mother. With him not a psychiatrist and with him not knowing the background of his mother's pregnancy, he didn't know. He could only imagine. With him thinking his mother was raped by one of her blood relatives was just his imaginative speculation of what may have happened.

Yet, with the obstacle of his father out of his way, in that regard his mother is single and available. As long as they're both were ready and willing to have sex with one another, ideally, his mother is free to have sex with him and he's free to have sex with her. Moreover, now that he knows she sexually wants him as much as he sexually wants her, other than some stupid Mothers & Sons Anonymous meetings getting in the way of them having sex, what's to stop them from having sex? Public opinion? Socially unacceptable norms, qualms, and peccadillos? In his own house with him king of his castle and with her his hoped for queen, no one knows that they do behind closed bedroom doors.

Question #2: "Are you sexually attracted to your adult son?"

Now there's the million dollar question he's been asking himself for years. With him having serious doubts of her being sexually attracted to him before, obviously he knew that she's sexually attracted to him now. For her to have this pamphlet hidden at the bottom of her pocketbook, obviously his mother is as sexually and incestuously attracted to him as he's always been sexually and incestuously attracted to her.

"Wow!"

In the way that she looks at him with love, now he wondered if he misread her look. Maybe she's not only looking at him with motherly love but also with sexual lust, incestuous, sexual lust. Maybe she wants to make love to him and suck him as much as he wants to fuck her and lick her. Excited to have found this pamphlet, he eagerly read the next question.

Question #3: "Have you had sexually incestuous, inappropriate thoughts in wanting to have sex with your mother?"

"Wow! Holy shit! I don't believe this. Duh?"

Already asked and answered. He has had and is still having sexually inappropriate thoughts in wanting to have incestuous sex with his mother. Every day, numerous times a day, and especially when he's masturbating, he has sexually, incestuous, inappropriate thoughts about his mother naked and giving him hot sex right up and until he's cumming. 

Question #4: "Have you had sexually incestuous, inappropriate thoughts in wanting to have sex with your adult son?"

In the way that he routinely masturbates himself over the thoughts of seeing his mother naked and/or having sex with her naked body, now he envisioned his mother masturbating herself over the imagined thoughts of seeing him naked and/or having sex with his naked body. Never thinking that his mother masturbated at all before but after reading this pamphlet he suspected that she masturbated now. Wouldn't that be something if she masturbated herself over the thoughts of seeing him naked and having sex with him in the way that he masturbates over seeing her naked and having sex with her? For his mother to have this Mothers & Sons Anonymous pamphlet buried at the very bottom of her purse, she must be having the same sexually and incestuously inappropriate thoughts in wanting to have sex with him that he's having in wanting to have sex with her. With them both on the same sexual, incestuous page, how hot is that?

Question #5: "Are your days consumed with incestuous thoughts of having incestuous sex with your mother?"

"Duh?"

Again, already asked and answered, he has incestuous thoughts of his mother all the time. Not only are his days consumed with incestuous thoughts of seeing his mother naked and having sex with his mother but also his mornings and nights are too. He'd love nothing more than to see, feel, and touch his mother's beautiful body while having incestuous sex with his MILF of a mother.

Whenever he masturbates, which is at least twice every day, he thinks of feeling his mother through her clothes while kissing her, French kissing her. Then, when he's not thinking of feeling her through her clothes while kissing her, he thinks of slowly undressing her. He thinks of seeing his mother in her bra and panties. He thinks of seeing his mother topless. He thinks of stripping his mother naked. He thinks of seeing his mother naked. He thinks of touching and feeling his naked mother while kissing his naked mother, French kissing his naked mother, and making out with his naked mother before having hot sex with his naked mother. 

Whenever he masturbates, which is all the time, he imagines himself having sex with his mother. He imagines feeling his mother's big tits while fingering her erect nipples before sucking her big nipples. He imagines rubbing his mother's clit and fingering his mother's pussy while passionately kissing her. He imagines himself positioned between his mother's shapely thighs and rubbing her clit while fingering and licking her pussy.

He imagines giving his mother an orgasm with his fingers and another orgasm with his mouth. He'd love to know what his mother looks like and sounds like when having an orgasm. Then, after he gives her an orgasm or two, he imagines his mother positioned on her knees while stroking his cock before sucking his cock. Then, once making him hard enough with her hand and with her mouth, he imagines her allowing him to mount her.

With his mother positioning his cock inside of her pussy with her hand, he imagines making sweet love to his mother before fucking his mother and pounding her pussy really hard, hard enough to make her cum again. After he fucks her, after she cums, and after she rejuvenates herself from the afterglow of sex, he imagines her sucking his cock while stroking his cock. He imagines putting a gentle hand to the back of her brown, pretty head and humping her mouth and fucking her face while playing with her tits and fingering her nipples. Finally, he imagines cumming in her mouth and her swallowing his cum. Oh, yeah, he's consumed with incestuous thoughts for his mother.

Question #6: "Are your days consumed with incestuous thoughts of having incestuous sex with your son?"

He can only hope her days are consumed with incestuous thoughts of having incestuous sex with him. With him consumed with incestuous thoughts for his mother and with him wishing he was having incestuous sex with his mother, this brochure could easily apply to him as much as it applies to her. Now that he knows such a place exists, if he wanted to curb his incestuous thoughts, he should be attending these Mothers & Sons Anonymous meetings with his mother. Yet, before he attended any Mothers & Sons Anonymous meetings, in the way that an alcoholic must abuse alcohol before being deemed an alcoholic, he'd want to experience having sex with his mother first.

Most definitely, in the way that he's consumed with incestuous thoughts for his mother, maybe he needs to have sex with her first to determine the extent of his sexual and incestuous attraction to his mother. Then, if their sexual and incestuous addiction to one another is a serious enough problem, then maybe he should be attending these meetings with her. Only, if they were having incestuous sex, why would they want to stop to attend a stupid Mothers & Sons Anonymous meeting? As consenting adults, if they were emotionally happy and sexually satisfied giving one another sex, why would they even need to attend such a meeting?

They'd only need to attend a meeting to prevent them from having sex in the first place. He imagined them attending meetings together. Then, after the Mothers & Sons Anonymous meeting, he imagined them parking somewhere private and having sex in her car. Forget about having sex in the car, now that he knows she wants him as much as he wants her, they could just go home and have sex in every room of the house. In that way, they'll have something to report at their next Mothers & Sons Anonymous meeting.

Only, now that he knows she has the same sexual, incestuous feeling for him that he has for her, just as he doesn't want her to curb the sexual feelings that she has for him, he doesn't want to curb the sexual feelings that he has for his mother. Just as he doesn't want to attend any Mothers & Sons Anonymous meetings, he doesn't want her attending any more Mothers & Sons Anonymous meetings. Moreover, just as he wants her to encourage instead of curb the sexual feelings that he has for his mother, he want her to encourage instead of curb the sexual feelings that his mother has for him.

Now that he knows that she sexually wants him as much as he sexually wants her, he imagined all the hot, sexy fun they could have together. He imagined all the sexy games they could play. Then later, if their incestuous, sexual relationship interfered with their everyday life, perhaps then they'd consider attending mother and sons anonymous meetings as their way to tone down their incestuous involvement with one another. Only, how would he even know such an addictive, incestuous problem existed until they had sex with one another. How else does an alcoholic know he has a problem with alcohol until he or she has a drink? 

Now that he knows that his mother is as sexually horny as he is, he wondered if she was as much as exhibitionist as he was a voyeur. If she was an exhibitionist, he imagined going to the mall with her. He imagined watching her from the outside window exposing her panties to the shoe salesman. He imagined her trying on clothes in a curtained dressing room that was partially open while admiring men ogled his mother in her panty and bra. He imagined going to the beach with his mother for some sexy fun. He imagined her laying topless in the hot sand. He imagined them going to a nude beach together and having sex in the water.

Question #7: "Are you unable to control your sexual thoughts and incestuous impulses when thinking about your mother?"

He's never been able to control his sexual thoughts and incestuous impulses when thinking about his mother topless and on her knees stroking his cock and sucking his prick while he fondled her naked breasts and fingered her erect nipples. He's never been able to control his sexual thoughts and incestuous impulses when thinking of lifting up her short skirt, pulling down her panties, and spanking her naked ass. He's never been able to control his sexual thoughts and incestuous impulses when thinking of lifting up bathrobe that covered her short, sheer nightgown and bending her over the sink to fuck her like a dog. When it comes to his mother, he's never been able to control any of his sexual thoughts and incestuous impulses.

Only, other than masturbating over his sexual thoughts and incestuous impulses and not going through with them in that regard, he's been able to control his sexual thoughts and incestuous impulses. Even though he wanted to lift her short skirt and pull down her panties and spank her naked ass, he never did. Even though he wanted to lift her bathrobe that covered her short, sheer nightgown and bend her over the sink to fuck her like a dog, he never did. In that regard, even though he's been masturbating over his sexual thoughts and incestuous impulses for his mother, he's been able to control himself from actually going through with his sexual thoughts and incestuous impulses by not having sex with his mother. 

Only with him never making a sexual pass at his mother, his incestuous, sexual thoughts always culminated with him thinking of his mother naked, spanking her, and/or having sex with her while masturbating himself. Now that he knows she wants him as much as he wants her, he wondered if he should seize this serendipitously opportunity of finding this pamphlet in her purse by making an incestuous, sexual pass at her. Maybe instead of rejecting his sexual advance, she'd welcome his sexual advance. Maybe now that he knows her sexy secret, she'd more than welcome his sexual interest and incestuous advances. Maybe all of this time, she's been waiting for him to make a sexual move on her that would surely confess his incestuous, sexual interest in her. Maybe all of this time they've been wasting time by not having a sexual relationship.

Question #8: "Are you unable to control your sexual thoughts and incestuous impulses when thinking about your adult son?"

With him already knowing what he thinks about when thinking about his mother incestuously and sexually, he wondered what his mother thinks about when thinking of him incestuously and sexually. Does she think about kissing him while feeling him through his clothes in the way that he thinks about kissing her while feeling her through her clothes? Does she think about showing him her naked body in the way that he'd love to see her naked body and show her his naked body? Does she think about him licking her pussy and cumming in his mouth in the way that he thinks about licking her pussy and her cumming in his mouth? Does she think about sucking his cock and him cumming in her mouth in the way that he thinks about her sucking his cock and cumming in her mouth? Does she think about making love to him in the way that he thinks about fucking her? He'd like to think that she does think about all of the above in the way that he does.

Question #9: "Have you taken sexual advantage of your mother by getting her drunk?"

Wow! For them to even ask this sort of probing question, there must be lots of sons who sexually take advantage of their mothers by getting them drunk. Now that he thought about it, he remember trying to get his mother drunk once. Six, long years ago, before he left for college, when he was 18-years-old and his mother was 38-years-old, he remembered his mother falling asleep on the couch after he made her drinks with double shots of vodka. He remembered her flashing him her panties in up skirts and her bra and cleavage in down blouses when she was inebriated and didn't know she was so exposed and that he was ogling her panties, her cleavage, and her bra.

After she passed out drunk on the couch, he remembered lifting her skirt to get a better look at her thighs, her panties, and her visible pussy slit through her panties. So tempted to touch her and finger her through her panties, with him not having a viable explanation why he was sexually and inappropriately fingering her pussy, he didn't want to awaken her. If she ever awakened with her skirt raised and her panties askew, what could he possibly say to his mother catching him finger fucking her pussy?

Not done sexually assaulting her drunken body, he remembered unbuttoning the top of her blouse for him to get a better look of her cleavage and sexy bra and even pulling her bra forward to get a look of her areolas and nipples. Puffing out her blouse for a better look of her the tops of her breasts, her bra, and her cleavage, he was so tempted to touch her breasts and finger her nipples through her bra and inside of her bra. Only, fearing that he'd awaken her, he didn't touch her naked breasts or finger her nipples even though he so wanted to touch her and feel her. Instead, relegated to gently touching her and feeling her through her clothes, he covered her with a blanket and masturbated in his room over all that he saw, touched, and felt of his mother. Again not wanting to awaken her, should she awaken, how could he possibly explain his hand buried in her bra. 

Question #10: "Have you taken sexual advantage of your adult son by getting him drunk?"

Now that he thought about it, he remembered when they were watching the Super Bowl together two weeks ago. He remembered her getting him beer after beer during the game. Then, when he passed out on the couch drunk, unable to remember anything, he wondered if his mother had her wicked sexual way with him in the way that he's always wanted to have his wicked sexual way with her. He wondered if she touched and felt him through his clothes in the way that he touched and felt her through her clothes when she was passed out drunk on the couch. Obviously for her to have this pamphlet and for her to be attending these meetings, she must have touched and felt him through his clothes when he was drunk.

Question #11: "Have you taken sexual advantage of your mother by pretending that you're drunk?"

Damn, with him answering yes to all of these questions, he was just as addicted to wanting to have incestuous sex with his mother as his mother was obviously and hopefully addicted to wanting to have incestuous sex with him. Wanting to know what she'd do, he pretended that he was drunk a couple of times. One time, pretending that he didn't know he was naked by coming out to the kitchen to talk to her, he flashed her his naked body when he was drunk. Another time, while hoping she'd undress him, he pretended that he was too drunk to undress.

Only, instead of helping him undress and touching him and feeling him in places where he wished she'd touch and feel him, she just helped him to bed. Sexually frustratingly enough, wishing she'd remove his pants and wishing she'd strip him naked, the only thing she removed was his shoes. Putting a bucket beside the bed, she put a blanket over him for him to sleep it off and closed his door behind her. 

Maybe this Mothers & Sons Anonymous was working well enough for her that she controlled her incestuous, sexual impulses and stopped herself from having inappropriately nasty sex with his drunken body. Maybe in the way that only a mother can tell, maybe she knew he wasn't drunk but just pretending to be drunk. Maybe had he really been drunk, she would have taken incestuous, sexual advantage of him and sucked his cock.

Question #12: "Have you taken sexual advantage of your adult son by pretending that you're drunk?"

He remembered her coming home from her 40th birthday party, a CFNM stripper party four years ago when he was 20-years-old and home from college for the summer. He remembered her friends driving her home and her being so drunk that she puked in the toilet before passing out on her bed. Definitely she wasn't pretending to be drunk. Definitely, she was drunk.

Before she puked in the toilet and before she passed out on her bed, as if he was someone else and one of the CFNM strippers perhaps, she kept kissing him on the mouth while feeling his cock through his pajama. If it wasn't enough that his hot mother was French kissing him, he couldn't believe it when she felt his erection through his pajama. With her seemingly so very horny and sexually aroused from watching male strippers stripping, as if he was someone else, she stuck her tongue in his mouth and her hand down his pajama bottoms. With his mother French kissing him while feeling his naked prick, he felt her breasts, fingered her nipples, and felt her ass through her clothes. He couldn't even count how many times he's masturbated over that one, wonderful night of his mother coming home drunk.

His incestuous, sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't believe his mother French kissed him. His incestuous, sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't believe she felt his cock through his pajama and actually held his stiff prick in her hand while fondling the head of his prick and while slowly stroking him. His incestuous, sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't believe she allowed him to feel her sexy body through her clothes while French kissing her and while she continued feeling his erection. She stuck her tongue in his mouth and she felt his naked cock while allowing him to French kiss her and feel her through her clothes. He couldn't believe she stuck her tongue in his mouth and felt his naked prick while allowing him to feel her through her clothes.

As shocked as he was sexually aroused by her inappropriate, incestuous behavior, with her looking as if she was going to be sick, fearing that she'd puke all over him, he pulled away from her instead of encouraging her. She was so drunk, too drunk. Even though he'd love to have sex with her, he couldn't take sexual advantage of his drunken mother. What kind of son would do that to their mother? If she couldn't trust her own son not to sexually violate her when she was incapacitated, then who could she trust?




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With her too drunk to know what she was doing and with his cock already in her horny hand, he could have easily stuck his cock in her mouth. With her thinking that he was one of the CFNM strippers, she probably would have blown him. She probably would have even allowed him to cum in her mouth and swallowed his cum. He could have easily fucked his mother. With her thinking that he was one of the CFNM strippers, he could have fucked his mother. Yet with him being the good son that he is, he couldn't take sexual advantage of his mother. Even though he's always wanted his mother sexually, he didn't want her in that way, in the Bill Cosby sort of way. If she couldn't trust him, her own son not to rape her when she was drunk and vulnerable, who could she trust?

Yet, wishing he could strip her naked, he so wanted to bang his mother's drunken body. Only, now, that he knows her Mothers & Sons Anonymous secret, he wished he had left his cock in her hand or stuck his stiff prick in her mouth. At the very least, when she was holding his naked cock in her hand, he wished he had allowed her to masturbate him while he fondled her naked tits, fingered her nipples, and sucked her tits. With her so out of it, after she sobered, she may have not even known that he had sex with her drunken body.

Only, what if she did know that he had sex with his drunken mother? How awkward would that be with her holding that over his head that he had sex with her when she was drunk, too drunk to stop him? Yet, with her already attending Mothers & Sons Anonymous meetings, what difference would it make if he knocked her off the wagon for a night, just for one night for him to have some sexy, incestuous fun with her naked body? Maybe that one drunken night, with her French kissing him while feeling his naked prick, is the reason why she's attending Mothers & Sons Anonymous meetings. Nonetheless, it wasn't as if she was an alcoholic or even a sex addict. She only wanted him, her son, for some naughty, incestuous sex in the way that he wanted her for some naughty, incestuous sex. With them both consenting adults, what's so wrong with that?

After she puked and just before she passed out, he remembered helping her to bed and undressing her down to her bra and panty in the dark while feeling her tits and fingering her nipples through her bra and her ass through her panty. Sticking a horny hand between her legs, he even cupped and fingered her pussy through her panty. So tempted to remove her bra and panty, instead he put a blanket over her and left her room to masturbate himself in his room over all that he touched and felt of his mother while imagining having sex with her.

That night, masturbating twice in a row, first he masturbated over seeing his mother in her sexy underwear and as soon as he ejaculated, he masturbated again of her French kissing him while she held and fondled his erection in her hot, motherly hand. Even now, four years later, he still masturbates over touching and feeling his mother through her bra and panty with the thoughts of her touching his cock. Even now, four years later, he still masturbates over his mother French kissing him while he felt her through her clothes and while she held his erection in her hand.

Question #13: "In the hopes of seeing your mother naked, have you barged in on your mother when you knew she was dressing, undressing, and/or masturbating?"

No such luck, he should be so lucky. With timing everything, any time he's barged in her room without giving her the courtesy of a knock under the pretense of telling her something really important that couldn't wait, she either hadn't started undressing or was already dressed.

Question #14: "In the hopes of seeing your son naked, have you barged in on your adult son when you knew he was dressing, undressing, and/or masturbating?"

Now that he thought more about the question, on the pretense of collecting his dirty laundry or when carrying up his clean laundry, he remembered his mother entering his bedroom more than once without knocking when he was masturbating while watching porn. With him wearing his headphones while watching a dirty movie, never hearing or seeing her enter his room, he caught her leaving his room out of the corner of his eye. Always, he wondered how long she was there. Always, he wondered if she heard him call out her name just before shooting a load of cum all over his chest, stomach, and hand.

Question #15: "Have you ever flashed or wanted to flash your adult son your underwear clad or naked body?"

Other than the time that he undressed her down to her underwear when she came home drunk from the male strip club on her 40th birthday four years ago, he's never seen more than her panties in infrequent up skirts and her cleavage and bra in a few, accidental down blouses. With her never walking around him in her underwear or in her sexy nightgown without the modesty of wearing a robe, imagining more of her than he's ever seen of her, he's seen very little of his mother's shapely body.

Question #16: "Have you ever flashed or wanted to flash your mother your cock?"

Sure plenty of times. With her in possession of this brochure and now that this brochure mentioned it, he had thoughts again of flashing her his cock. Now that he knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her, he wondered what her reaction would be to seeing his stiff prick. With him now watching her more closely for her reaction, he wondered if she'd stare at his engorged prick or if she'd look away. If she did look away, he wondered if she's more able to control herself from staring at his exposed prick because of the Mothers & Sons Anonymous meetings. Yet, now that he knows she wants him sexually as much as he wants her sexually, he hoped that the Mothers & Sons Anonymous meetings weren't working well enough for her not to stare at his exposed prick should he choose to flash her.

Yet, allowing the sexual fantasy to take control of his mind, before she discovered the Mothers & Sons Anonymous meetings, he wondered what she would have done if he had flashed her his cock. He wondered if she would have touched his cock, stroked his cock, and/or sucked his cock before fucking his cock. Nothing more than just a sexual fantasy, other than that one horny time when he pretended he was drunk and walked in the kitchen naked and stood there talking to her without his clothes, he could never purposely flash his cock to his mother. Only with him thinking that she still wants to see his cock in the way that he'd love to flash her his cock and see her pussy, maybe she'd be receptive to seeing, touching, feeling, sucking, and fucking his engorged prick. Maybe now that he knows that she attends Mothers & Sons Anonymous meetings to control her sexual urges and incestuous impulses, perhaps if he teased her by showing her his stiff prick, she'd be tempted to have sex with him.

Question #17: "Do you want help with his bad and inappropriate incestuous, sexual behavior?"

If he wanted any help at all, he'd like some help in seducing his mother. Now that he knows her dirty little, sexy, incestuous secret, maybe that's all the help he needs. Obviously for her to have this brochure hidden in the bottom of her purse, she does want help with her incestuous, sexual addiction to her son. Maybe by giving him some sexual attention, he could change her mind about trying to control her sexual urges and incestuous impulses. Maybe if he made a sexual pass at her, instead of attending another fruitless and idiotic Mothers & Sons Anonymous meeting, she'd spend some quality time in bed with him.

Question #18: "Do you want to stop having these sexually, incestuous thoughts?"

Now that he knows she attends Mothers & Sons Anonymous meetings, instead of having less incestuous, sexual thoughts of his mother, from now on, he'll be having more incestuous, sexual thoughts of his mother. For her to be attending these Mothers & Sons Anonymous meetings, obviously she wants help in controlling the incestuous, sexual thoughts that she has for him. Now that he knows she attends Mothers & Sons Anonymous meetings, it was his job to give her reasons to have more incestuous thoughts. With her so very vulnerable, now is his chance to make his move.

"If you answered yes to any of the above questions, then, Mothers & Sons Anonymous is here to help. Just call Mothers & Sons Anonymous for the schedule of our next meeting."

"Wow!"

With him answering yes to all of the above questions that pertained to him, he couldn't believe all that he had just read. Like mother like son. Now he understood why he was so sexually attracted to her. Perhaps born from incest, with incest in his blood, incest must be in his genes. 

Maybe he'll call Mothers & Sons Anonymous to make an appointment. If his mother is cured and no longer wants to have incestuous sex with him, then maybe there's another mother at the meeting who will role play and allow him to call her Mommy while she pretends that he's her son. Suddenly interrupting him from his incestuous train of thought, with her obviously done drying her hair, Elizabeth called down to Donnie from upstairs.

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"Did you find my car keys?"

After finding that Mothers & Sons Anonymous brochure, he suddenly saw his mother in a whole, new and different light. As if his mother had added air to his incestuous balloon, he was flying high with her lusting over him in the way he's been lusting over her. Obviously, by the proof of this brochure in her possession, she's been wanting to have incestuous sex with him as much as he's been wanting to have incestuous sex with her. Maybe now, instead of all the pressure being on him to make the first move to seduce her, perhaps she'll make the first move in seducing him.

"Yeah, I found them. I have them Ma," said Donnie quickly and neatly putting her brochure back at the bottom of her purse right where he found it and covering it over with all of her junk that hid it before. "I'll be right back after I move your car," he said louder for her to hear him from downstairs.

His mind was reeling with the knowledge that his mother thinks about having sex with him. His mind was reeling that his mother attends meeting to control her sexual urges to help her from having incestuous sex with him.

"Never mind. Don't bother moving my car," she said. "I'm coming down. I'll move it myself. I'll move it for you. I don't want you being late for work because of me. Sorry," she said.

His mind was reeling with the more probably possibility of him having sex with his mother.

"Okay," he said leaning over the banister while hoping to see something of his mother just in time to get a glimpse of her walking to the top of the stairs while putting on her bathrobe over her naked body before coming downstairs.

'Oh my God. Are you kidding me? She's naked. I just saw my mother naked.'

He just saw his mother naked. He couldn't believe he just saw his mother naked. He just saw her brown, trimmed pussy, and her big tits. He just saw the shape of her breasts, her brown, round areolas, and her erect nipples. With her looking down at her hands while tying her bathrobe ties and with him quickly ducking back out of view for her not to see him ogling her naked body, she didn't see him looking up at her.

'Fuck me!'

He couldn't believe his eyes. Something he's never seen before, he just saw his mother naked. He couldn't believe he just saw his mother naked. In all the times he tried to see her naked by barging in her bedroom and hoping she was naked while dressing or undressing, he's never seen her naked until now. It was just like what he read in the brochure on question #15, Have you ever flashed or wanted to flash your adult son your underwear clad or naked body? 

Only no longer having doubts that his mother was as much of an incestuous slut as he was an incestuous pervert, maybe she didn't find that brochure in the street. Maybe that brochure wasn't given to her by someone on the street. Maybe she got that brochure by attending Mothers & Sons Anonymous meetings. Maybe she is sexually attracted to him. Maybe she had just purposely and deliberately flashed him her naked body. In the way of an alcoholic falling off the wagon and having another drink, maybe she just had a relapse in wanting to flash him her naked body. 

Maybe this whole thing was planned with her not hanging up her car keys on the hook in the kitchen and then inviting him to go through her purse. Maybe she knew he'd find that Mothers & Sons Anonymous brochure. Maybe that was her move for them to have incestuous sex and now it was up to him to make the next move. Maybe she needs to call her sponsor and attend another Mothers & Sons Anonymous meeting. Only, before she could, he was hoping to make his own move.

He wondered if she had a sponsor to help her through a troubled time like this. With her being his beloved mother, oblivious to her sexual needs, too busy with his own, he never noticed her wanting him sexually and lusting over him incestuously. Oblivious to her sexual attachment to him, he never knew that she wanted him sexually as much as he wants her sexually. Never seriously thinking that she wanted him as much as he wanted her, he always thought he was the incestuous pervert in the family and not her.

The first time seeing his mother naked, the first time seeing her tits and/or her bare pussy, now he wondered if her flashing him her naked body was accidental or deliberate. He couldn't tell. He didn't know. Nonetheless whether if it was accidental or deliberate, he'll be masturbating over seeing his mother's tits and pussy later today and no doubt for the rest of his life.

Now able to make up sexy, incestuous scenarios of his own while masturbating, it will be fun to imagine that she deliberately flashed him her naked body. He couldn't believe he just saw his mother's big tits and brown, trimmed pussy. Tempted to flash her his cock in the way that she just flashed him her naked body, he had an erection already. He couldn't wait to masturbate himself over the thoughts of his mother standing naked at the top of the stairs while putting on her robe.

"I'm sorry Donald for parking behind you but I was in a rush when I came home yesterday and forgot that I had left my car there. Normally, I park in the street," she said walking down the stairs while showing him a lot of thigh and her long line of sexy cleavage before pulling her robe tighter around her.

Even though she was wearing her robe, with him knowing that she was naked beneath her robe, undressing her with his leer, he looked at her as if she was naked. From this moment on, whatever his mother was wearing, after seeing her without her clothes, he'll always imagine her naked. From this moment on, he'll always wonder if his mother flashed him deliberately or accidentally.

Had he not found her Mothers & Sons Anonymous brochure, he surely would have thought her flash was accidental and his serendipitous good fortune to see his mother naked. Now, after reading question #15, Have you ever flashed or wanted to flash your adult son your underwear clad or naked body?, he wasn't so sure. Now that he knows that his mother wants him enough to attend Mothers & Sons Anonymous meetings, if he was to wager that his mother flashed him deliberately rather than accidentally, he'd wager his mother deliberately flashed him.

"It's okay Mom," he said.

It's okay since I saw your naked body, he wanted to say but he didn't.

"Good morning," she said with a big smile before giving him a peck on the lips.

Wanting to kiss her longer and even slip her his tongue, she surprised him with her kiss.

"Good morning Mom," he said while wondering if she kissed him because she was horny after flashing him her naked body and/or because she wanted him.

He should have kissed her longer. He should have pulled her to him while feeling her naked ass through her thin bathrobe and slipped her his tongue. He should have felt her big breasts and fingered her erect nipples through her robe while French kissing her. Only, now that he knows that his mother wants him as much as he wants her, not wanting to misread her, he was content to wait for her to make the next move. Maybe she's already made the first move by flashing him her naked body. He didn't know. He wasn't sure. Maybe now that she flashed him her naked body, inviting him to make the next move, she's expecting him to take advantage of the fact that she's naked beneath her robe.

"Do you have everything? You're glasses? Your briefcase? Your coffee?"

As if he was going through her check list with her, he remembered his coffee. Only, now that he knew his mother's sexy secret, he didn't want to go to work. Now that he knows about her secret Mothers & Sons Anonymous meetings, he'd much rather stay home with her. 

"Shit, I left my coffee on the counter," he said grabbing his travel mug. "Bye Ma," he said returning her a peck on the lips that lasted a little longer than usual and a little longer than she kissed him.

If she was going to slip him her tongue, now was her chance to do it but she didn't. Even though he had thoughts of slipping her his tongue while feeling her breasts and ass through her bathroom, he didn't dare. She was his mother and he was her son. Even though he now knew that she was as sexually attracted to him as much as he was sexually attracted to her, he needed time to wrap his head round this new incestuous, sexual revelation. He needed time to plan his move so that she didn't run from him to run to her Mothers & Sons Anonymous meeting for the support she needed to thwart his incestuous, sexual advances.

"You taste like blueberry jam," she said with a laugh while slowly licking her lips with her tongue as if teasing him and tempting him to kiss her again.

She stopped him in his tracks with that remark. He watched her tongue slowly lick her lips. Seeing her tongue licking her lips gave him the image of her tongue slowly licking his cock. He watched her licking her lips with her tongue in the way that he'd love to lick her lips with his tongue before he imagined her licking his cock. Such an odd comment for a mother to make after kissing her son, he had the urge to kiss her again. He had the urge to spread blueberry jam on his tongue and lick her lips before French kissing her. He had the urge to spread blueberry jam all over his naked body for her to lick it off while he spread blueberry jam all over her naked body for him to lick.

Now that he knows her dirty, little secret, especially with being that tomorrow was Valentine's Day, the day of love, he couldn't help but wonder if he had pulled her closer and tried to part her lips with his tongue, if she'd return his French kiss with her French kiss. He wondered if she'd return his sexual passion with her sexual passion. He wondered if she'd allow him to feel her ass and her breasts through her robe while kissing her and while fingering her nipples before reaching down to rub her clit and finger her pussy. Suddenly with his mind filled with his mother instead of work, he wasn't in the mood for work. There's no way that he could work while knowing that his mother, who obviously sexually lusts over him, was home alone and no doubt masturbating herself after flashing him her naked body.

* * * * *

"I'm not going in," he said staring at her in the way he always did when undressing her with his eyes. "It's Friday and I need a day to myself. I haven't called in sick since I started working there two years ago."

She stepped closer to him, so close that her erect nipples that protruded from her thin robe brushed against him. Instead of being dressed for work, he wished he was still wearing his pajama bottoms. If he was, his erect cock would have impaled her soft belly in the way that her nipples brushed against his chest. Then, when she felt his forehead with her motherly hand, he wanted to feel her breasts with his horny hands while fingering her nipples.




Mothers & Sons Anonymous Meeting



Only, now that he knows she wants him as much as he wants her, he'll bide his time to better pick the right moment. With him standing there with his briefcase and his coffee in hand while she stood there naked behind her thin robe, unfortunately this wasn't the right time or was it? Then moving her body closer to his and as if kissing his forehead, she felt his forehead with her lips, her way to tell if he had a fever. Was she teasing him? Was she waiting for him to make his move?

"Are you ill?"

I'm just hot and horny he wanted to say, especially after having just seen you're naked body. After seeing you naked, always wanting you before, I want you even more now. Especially now that I know you're an incestuous slut, I want you sexually even more than I've ever sexually wanted you before. Only, even though he was thinking all of those things, he didn't say any of those things. Now that I know your dirty, little secret, I'd rather stay home to have sex with you but, just thinking that without verbalizing that, he didn't say that either.

"No, I'm just tired," he said with a loud sigh while leaning into her and looking at her for some motherly sympathy.

As if she was his lover instead of his mother, she threw her arms around his neck and hugged him. Feeling compelled to do so, he put his briefcase down to put his arm around her waist to return her hug. With just a thin piece of material between him and his mother's naked body, he imagined that he could feel more of her naked body through his clothes and through her robe than he could feel. He so wanted to reach his hand down and cup and squeeze her sweet ass. He so wanted to feel her breasts through her robe while fingering her nipples. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her, French kiss her. 

"Oh, my poor baby. You work so very hard, too hard," she said before she said what he was thinking. "You need a day off."

Was that her hint for him to stay home? With tomorrow Valentine's Day was she planning her own day of love, albeit incestuous love?

"Anxious and always rushed, I do need a day off. That's it," he said taking a step away from her. "I'm not going to work today. With today Friday and tomorrow Valentine's Day, now I can take the entire weekend to rejuvenate myself," he said.

He handed her the car keys and she put her car keys back in her purse.

"With this my day off too, maybe we can do something in celebration of Valentine's Day," she said with an innocent smile that he now deemed as a sexy smile. "I'll go get dressed," she said starting up the stairs.

Was that a sexy smile or a regular smile? He didn't know. He couldn't tell. He imagined that she gave him a sexy smile. Yet, not wanting to imagine things, especially sexual things, now everything his mother said or did was incestuously suspect. All that he never could imagine before he can clearly see now that he saw his mother naked and read the Mothers & Sons Anonymous brochure. After seeing her naked body, he imagined her upstairs removing her robe. He imagined her naked body again before he imagined her putting on her panties and then her bra.

Do something? What did she mean by doing something? Now with everything she said suspect of her wanting to have incestuous sex with him, his imagination ran wild with XXX rated scenarios. Suddenly, he imagined his mother naked and on her bed while inviting him to come in her room. Suddenly, he imagined himself in bed naked with his naked mother while having sex with her.

"Sure. I'd like that. That would be fun," he said calling after her while imagining that sex is something they could do. 

Hoping she come to the top of the stairs naked again, he leaned over the banister in the way that he did when he saw her naked.

"What was that? Sorry, I didn't hear you," she said emerging from her bedroom with only her panties while holding her bra in her hand.

Instead of looking down at him, she was looking down at her bra.

'Oh, my God! Fuck me,' he said to himself.

She's deliberately flashing me. First she flashed me her naked body and now she just flashed me her topless body. With her standing there just in her panties, in the way he saw her pussy and tits before, he saw her breasts, nipples, and areolas again now.'

Not wanting her to know that he saw her topless, he quickly ducked back before she caught him looking, staring, and ogling her naked tits. 

"I said that would be fun for us to do something together," he said.

Moving his head around the banister again, he watched her put on her bra. 

"Yes, that would be fun," she said.

Hoping she didn't see him peeking, when he looked up again, she was still standing there in her bra and panties and looking up at the ceiling as if she was preoccupied in thought. With him still peeking around the banister, he watched her turn and disappeared in her room. Not only did he see his mother naked but also he saw her topless and in her bra and panties.

Going from not seeing much more than his mother's panties in up skirts and her cleavage and brassiere in down blouses, in one unbelievable morning, not only did he discover her Mothers & Sons Anonymous secret but also he saw his mother naked. He saw his mother topless while wearing just her panties. He saw his mother in her bra and panties. Only he still didn't know if she deliberately flashed him or accidentally flashed him.

Does she not know that he can see her from where he was positioned at the bottom of the stairs and partially obscured by the banister? Maybe she knows full well that he can see her and she's deliberately flashed him yet again. With naked and topless flashes within just a few minutes of one another, after not seeing anything of her for years, he couldn't believe how much he's already seen of his mother's beautiful body in such a short amount of time. Maybe she's experiencing an incestuous relapse. Maybe she'd hoping to have incestuous sex with him before going cold turkey to rid and cure herself of the sexual lust that she has for him.

"With the both of us working, we never spend any time together. With me away at college for four years and only home during the summers, maybe it's time we reconnected and spent a weekend together," he said speaking louder so that she could hear him. 

He was so tempted to bolt up the stair and push her back on her bed while kissing and kissing her. He was so tempted to strip her naked and have hot, incestuous sex with her. Again he imagined himself naked and in bed with his naked mother while having incestuous sex with her for the entire weekend. He imagined her missing her Mothers & Sons Anonymous meeting for the sake of having sex with him. With her giving her body to him and falling into incestuous depravity, he imagined her attending one last Mothers & Sons Anonymous meeting to say her goodbye before never attending another Mothers & Sons meeting again.

"Well, I did it," he imagined her saying at her last Mothers & Sons Anonymous meeting. "Instead of attending last week's Mothers & Sons Anonymous meeting, I had sex with my son. Oh, yeah, he licked me and I sucked him. I made love to him and he fucked me. It was all so surreally incredible. We had incestuous sex all weekend long," he imagined her telling a roomful of strangers. "I had the best sex I ever had in my life. I had incestuous sex with my son in the way that no mother should. Yet, then again, I had incestuous sex with my son in the way that every mother should," he imagined her saying with a sexy, dirty laugh.

He imagined all of the mothers and all of the sons in attendance at the meeting getting up to leave to run in the arms of their sons or mothers.

* * * * *

That Friday, with the both of them off from work, they went out to lunch, a Valentine's lunch, an innocent mother and son lunch, his treat. After lunch, in honor of Valentine's Day, they took in a movie, a romantic chick flick, something his mother would like more than he would, his treat again. As if she was his steady girlfriend, he put his arm around her in the movie and they held hands. With her leaning in to him and him resting the heel of her hand on his erection, she rested her big breast on his forearm. Tempted and wanting more than just holding hands his mother, he imagined holding her breast while kissing her. Only, as if he was the one attending the Mothers & Sons Anonymous meetings, he controlled himself from making a public spectacle of himself.

Nonetheless his self-control, as if he was on a date with a woman, albeit his mother, after seeing her naked, he so wanted to kiss her. After seeing her topless, he so wanted to make out with her while feeling her big breast and fingering her emerging nipples through her blouse and bra. Yet, never knowing who was there in the movie theatre watching them, not wanting to prematurely ruin anything by making her feel uncomfortable while they were out in public, he cooled his jets. With him having all night and all weekend alone with her, with a little wine and some soft music, he'll make his move once they're home behind closed doors. Now that he knows she wants him as much as he wants her, with her runway already cleared for landing his jumbo jet in her hanger, he practically already has the green light.

After the movie, they drove home. Once at home they relaxed with a couple of glasses of wine over dinner, a special dinner that he prepared with love for Valentine's Day. Even though the dinner was not much more than tuna fish sandwiches, potato chips, and a pickle, he still had to open the can and spread the mayonnaise. It was more the thought that counted than the actual meal.

After dinner, he dimmed the lights and put on some soft music. With it already getting late, eager to get out of her clothes, Elizabeth changed into her flannel nightgown. With her wearing her nightgown over her bra and panties, she wore her robe over that and he changed into his tee shirt and pajama bottoms without wearing any underwear. Normally she removes her bra and panties when wearing her nightgown for bed but where it wasn't yet time for bed, obviously she'll remove her bra and panties later.

He hoped at some point in the evening, his erection would show his mother how much he shared her incestuous, sexual interest and how much he wanted her. With his erection standing at full attention, he hoped that at some point in the evening, his cock would make a surprise appearance by popping out of his pajama bottom, pee hole. If nothing else, flashing his mother his cock would give him more masturbation fodder. If nothing else, maybe with him flashing her his cock would give her masturbation fodder too.

If his cock did make a surprise appearance, he imagined pretending he didn't notice his engorged prick protruding from the pee hole in his pajamas. He wondered what his mother's reaction would be to seeing his cock again after. Would she stare? Would she look away? Would she tell him that he was so exposed? There was only one way to find to know if she wanted to see his exposed prick as much as he wanted to show her his exposed prick. With her flashing him earlier before, he was wanted to flash her.

Maybe with her having a hard time and in controlling her sexual, incestuous urges for him, instead of just staring at his errant cock, she'd reach out and touch his exposed erection. Perhaps taking things in hand as she did when she came home from the CFNM show on her 40th birthday four, long years ago, she'd stroke him. Perhaps throwing caution to the wind and going all the way, she'd take him in her mouth before taking him in her pussy. He'd love nothing more than to spend a quiet evening at home while having incestuous sex with his mother.

Retrieving her Valentine's Day card from beneath a pillow on the couch, he stood and walked to her. With him not wearing any underwear and with his semi-erect cock bobbing and swaying, his erection was already and obviously noticeable. In the way he's always staring at the impressions of her nipples when they show through her blouse and bra, he saw his mother look down at his emerging erection before looking up at him. Being that tomorrow was Valentine's Day, wanting to celebrate early, he gave her his special loving son Valentine's Day card to his mother.

"What's this?"

"Happy Valentine's Day Mom. Since we had such a great time together today and with tomorrow Valentine's Day in just a few hours, I thought I'd give your Valentine's Day card now instead of waiting for tomorrow," he said.

She stood to accept her card and when she did, she gave him a hug and kissed him on the lips again and hugged him. This time, not allowing the opportunity to pass, he pushed his semi-hard cock against her soft belly. Wanting to rub his nearly naked cock up against her, he hugged his mother longer than usual. He only wished she was wearing just her nightgown instead of her robe over her nightgown. Nonetheless him rubbing his cock against her bathrobe and nightgown clad body was enough to give him even more of a stiffer erection.

She sat while he in front of her. With his cock fully erect and at eye level with his mother, his erection tented out his pajama bottoms. From where she was sitting and where he was standing, he calculated that there was only about three, short feet from his cock to her mouth. Knowing that she noticed his erection, he saw her look up at the pole inside of his pajama again. A good time for his stiff prick to make an appearance, purposely throbbing it and pulsating it to encourage it to come out to play, he only hoped his cock would emerge from his pajama pee hole.

With him privy to his mother's secret, sexual attraction to him, he'd love nothing more than to expose himself to his mother. Just as he thought that, his cock pushed its way to freedom. As if pointing at her and choosing her, his big prick stuck straight out of his pajama at her. He saw his mother look at his cock before looking away and returning her focus to the Valentine's Day greeting card he gave her.

Pretending not to notice his exposed prick, in the way she did with all of the greeting cards he gave her, she read her card out loud. Yet, in the way that she held the card up in front of her as a diversion and below her line of vision, he knew that she was looking at the card while staring at his cock. In the way that he stared at his mother's naked breasts and pussy and again at her naked breasts when she flashed him earlier when standing at the top of the stairs, she stared at his cock.

"To the best Mom in the world, with Love, Donnie. Thank you Honey," she said standing again to give him a kiss on the lips.

In the way that he'd love to feel his cock against her naked body, he felt his naked cock pushing against her robe. Seemingly with their kisses becoming more regular, more of a natural occurrence, and lasting longer, not wanting to miss this opportunity, now was the time for him to make his move. Now was the time for him to tell her that he loved her, really loved her in the way that a man loves a woman and not in the way that a son loves his mother. When he pulled her to him and kissed her longer than he should and longer than he ever had while reaching down to cup her bathrobe clad ass in his hand. As if he had slapped her, she looked at him wide eyed. Then, when he pushed his tongue up against her lips, at first denying him from parting her lips, he parted her lips with his tongue and French kissed his mother. She pulled away from him.

"I love you Mom," he said.

Now his cock was as hard as a springboard. No doubt for her to get another and better look at his stiff dick, she sat on the edge of the couch looking straight ahead before looking up at him. 

"That was quite some kiss. I love you too Donnie but not in that way, a sexual way," she said looking at him as if there was something wrong with him before staring at his erect prick.

"Sorry Mom," he said thinking that tempting her and teasing her with his naked cock would be enough for her to forget her Mothers & Sons Anonymous foolishness and have passionate sex with him instead. "As if I was on a date with you today, I was just wrapped up in the mood of Valentine's Day," he said sitting beside her with his cock still standing at attention as if it was a pole without a flag.

"That's okay. Don't worry about it," she said patting his knee as if she was his maternal grandmother instead of his MILF of a mother.

He wished she'd pat his cock instead of his knee. Tempted to grab her wrist and pull her hand on his exposed prick, it was enough that he was flashing his mother his cock in the way that she flashed him her naked body and her naked breasts earlier. After having looked at his cock a couple of times, she wasn't looking at his cock now. Wanting her to stare at his exposed prick again, he pretended that he didn't realize that he was so exposed. With her having already noticed his exposed prick more than once, he was surprised she didn't tell him that he was so exposed. With him wanting her to stare at his cock again, it was up to him to call attention to his prick for her to stare at it again.

"Oops," he said looking down at his prick and giving his mother the reason to look too. "Sorry," he said looking up at her in time to catch her looking down at his erection. He tucked his cock back in his pajama. "That's embarrassing."

She looked up at the ceiling while pretending she didn't see the elephant's trunk in the room.

"I didn't see a thing," she said politely lying while giving him a little, nervous laugh.

Now thinking otherwise, that his mother didn't want him sexually, perhaps the self-control she learned at her Mothers & Sons Anonymous meetings was making a real difference in her controlling her incestuous feelings and sexual impulses towards him. He hated that there was even such a thing as Mothers & Sons Anonymous meetings. Had she not been attending those meetings, maybe she would have surrendered him her hand before surrendering him her mouth. Maybe she would have kissed him, French kissed him, and returned the passion that he had for her with the passion that she had for him. Maybe she would have reached out her hand to touch his exposed prick before stroking his exposed prick and before sucking his exposed prick.

Going against the progress she's made in controlling her incestuous lust that she obviously felt for him, hoping to do that by flashing her his prick, he wanted to encourage her incestuous behavior instead of curbing her incestuous behavior. With everything going so right tonight, Valentine's Day Eve, and with him already so very horny, he wanted to make his move in the seduction of his mother tonight, the perfect night for romance, love, and incest. Maybe with him surprising her with his kiss, she was playing hard to get. Maybe with him already tempting and teasing her with his exposed prick, she was sexually interested even though she was hiding her sexual interest from him.

Obviously with the ball in his court, it was up to him to undo all that she learned at her meetings by tempting her and teasing her before making a sexual move on her. He hoped he had put the incestuous seed of desire in her libido. In one night of his sexual interest in her, he was hoping to reverse all that she learned at her Mothers & Sons Anonymous meetings. Showing that he was as sexually and incestuously interested in her as she was in him, he hoped he did that by trying to part her lips with his tongue and French kiss her. He hoped he had showed her that he sexually wanted by not only exposing his cock to her but also by grabbing her ass.

* * * * *

"I have a Valentine's Day gift for you," he said.

She looked at him with surprised excitement in the way that he imagined her looking at him with sexual excitement.

"You do? It was enough that you took me to lunch, to a movie, made dinner, and gave me a Valentine's Day card," she said.