2 comments/ 15458 views/ 12 favorites Mirror, Mirror on the Wall Ch. 03 By: SusanJillParker Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. This story is dedicated to my friend, Joe, in Ireland. May his mother, Beatrice, rest in peace. * Finally his dream come true, Joey makes out with his mother while feeling her through her clothes. Review from chapter two As if she was purposely teasing him and sexually enticing him, she walked up to him again to press her bra clad breasts against her son's muscular chest. Perhaps on the flipside of the incestuous coin, as if trying to hug some sense in him, she hugged her son tighter and longer than usual. Not making him feel as perverted or that his secret, love affair was all one-sided, instead with her making him feel special, he loved it when his mother hugged him just as hard and just as long as he hugged her. With her touch so comforting, her hug was so loving. No woman touched him, held him, and hugged him in the way his mother touched, held, and hugged him. The scent of her Shalimar perfume was intoxicating. The feel of her soft, black hair teasing his cheek made him think of her fingertips teasing his pubic hair. If judging the feel of her soft but firm body by hugging her while feeling her waist, her back, and her shoulders, he could only imagine how the rest of her body must feel. He'd love nothing more than to feel her shapely ass through her short skirt and panty before feeling her big breasts through her blouse while fingering her nipples through her bra. He could only imagined what it must be like to feel her pussy through her panty before pushing her panty aside to finger her warm wetness. "Rest assured Joey. Forget about seeing me naked, you'll never see me topless or even in my panty and bra," she said with a naughty laugh. Yet, in the way she held him and hugged him, her body language said otherwise. Moreover, as soon as she uttered the word naked, he couldn't help but think of his mother naked. He could only imagine what his mother looked like naked. He could only imagined what his mother felt like naked. Naked, naked, naked, he'd give anything to hold his mother's naked body in his arms. Naked, naked, naked, he'd give anything for his mother to hold his naked body in her arms. As soon as she uttered the words panty and bra, he imagined watching his mother parade around her bedroom in her low cut, white bra and white, bikini panty. If only she'd say yes to attend a nude beach with him in celebration of Nude Day and her birthday, he'd be the happiest son in the world. If only she knew that later tonight, he'll be seeing her in her bra and panty, topless, and maybe even naked anyway, perhaps she'd change her mind about going to a nude beach with him. Believing that she did sexually want him in the way she walks around him in her sexy, sheer, and revealing nightgowns, he only wished that she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. * * * * * Chapter Three In the way that he loved his mother, she loved her son, truly loved him but not in the sexual way that he loved her. She'd literally do anything for him, except for the one thing that he really wanted her to do, to celebrate her birthday and Nude Day naked with him at a nude beach. Unbelievable but true, she'd even give her life for her son but she'd never allow him to see her naked. 'Not fair. Not right,' he thought. 'What's the big deal for her to strip off her nightgown and allow him to see her naked body when she when she parades around him nearly naked in her sexy, sheer, short nightgowns?' With him seeing so much of her breasts and her ass through her sexy nightgown already, why is she so modestly shy about showing him her naked body. If she didn't want her to see as much of her naked body as he was already seeing and lusting over, she'd wear a bathrobe over her nightgown. ' If only she'd strip off her clothes in celebration of the Nude Day holiday, he'd strip off his clothes too. If only she'd allow him to see her naked, he'd love for her to see him naked too. In the way that he'd love to see her naked tits, ass, and pussy, he'd love to show her his erect cock. Yet, even if she agreed to strip naked, something he's only imagined in his dreams, stopping right there, she'd never allow him to have sex with her naked body. Stripping herself naked is one thing but she'd never have sex with him, her own son and her only child. If only she'd agree to have sex with him, he'd have sex with her. Yet, with many more sons willing to have sex with their mothers than there are mothers willingly have sex with their sons, the chances of him having sex with his mother were much less than him seeing her naked. Having her go to a nude beach with him was his way to break the ice. Once they were comfortable with one another naked, he'd have a better chance of having sex with her naked body. "I don't understand what the big deal is about celebrating Nude Day by going to a nude beach Mom," he said while thinking that she could use the same argument against him. "Nude beaches are perfectly acceptable. Thousands of people, men, women, fathers, daughters, mothers, and sons go to a nude beach every day. It's just nudity. It's not sex," he said shaking his head while making a face. Willing to say anything to see his mother naked and get her in the sack, he was such a phony. He was such liar. "Sex has nothing to do with me seeing you without your clothes and me seeing you naked," he said trying to hide his sexual excitement by the thought of seeing his mother without her clothes. Only, with him already making a fool of himself by hinting, insisting, and in preserving in trying to convince her to not only strip off her clothes but also to have sex with him, it was up to her now to make the next sexual move. What more could he possibly say to convince her to strip off her clothes and have sex with him? He practically begged to see her naked and to have sex with her naked body. With nothing more that he could do or say, he knew she'd never make the next sexual, incestuous move or any sexual, incestuous move. According to her, allowing him to see her naked is incestuous and admittedly, with him already filled with guilt and shame for wanting to see his mother naked and have sex with her naked body, he agreed with her. According to her, the next progressive step after seeing one another naked, is having sex and, of course, that was incestuous and, of course, she was right about the next step being them having sex too. If ever he saw his mother naked, he'd want to touch her, feel her, fondle her, and have sex with her. He'd want to make out with her while touching and feeling her everywhere a son should never touch and feel his mother. If ever he saw his mother naked, he'd want to make love to her before fucking her. If ever he saw his mother naked, he'd want to finger her pussy while licking her pussy. He'd want to make her cum. If ever he saw his mother naked and she saw him naked too, he'd want her to suck him. He'd want her to make him cum too by sucking his cock. If ever he saw his mother naked and she dropped to her knees to suck his cock, he'd want to cum in her mouth and watch her swallow. Just as a mother naked with her naked son is incestuous, a mother having sex with her son is incest. No denying that, there's no question about that. Only, with him believing that there were extenuating circumstances that justified them being okay with him having an incestuous relationship with his mother, he needed her to get beyond those mere words and defining and confining definitions of incest and what's deemed incestuous. With them both mature adults of legal age, he needed her to think of them as a sexual man with needs and as a sexual woman with needs instead of just a typical mother and her son. Yet, perhaps a stretch of the definition of incest but what they had may be incestuous but it was incest with extenuating circumstances. Certainly and without a doubt, they weren't the typical mother and son or brother and sister trailer trash who routinely appeared on Jerry Springer to air their dirty laundry in public. Except for him wanting her to go to a nude beach with him on Nude Day, everything they did and will do will be behind closed, bedroom door. They were a mother and son who truly loved one another and who rejected everyone else to be together. He loved his mother in the way that a man loves a woman instead of in the way that a son loves his mother. He only wished and hoped that his mother loved him in the way that a woman loves a man instead of a mother loving her son. How perfect would that be if they were one another's soulmate? Besides, one step at a time. First things first. He needed to see his mother naked and have whatever happens evolve from there. Yet, sensing that she didn't feel the same sexual way about him as he felt about her, he'd settle for seeing his mother naked. Then, perhaps, after they were comfortable naked together, maybe the sex would happen naturally and normally without the pressure, the coercion, the persuasion, and the begging. Perhaps if sex happened naturally and normally, there'd be no guilt and no shame, just love. Other than what he's already done with the birthday gift he was going to give her later today, he didn't know what else to do to see his mother without her clothes. If she refused to go with him to a nude beach, other than to peep on her, he didn't know how else to see her in her panty and bra, topless, and/or naked. Other than forcing himself upon her, which he'd never do, he's done all that he could do to show his mother his sexual, incestuous interest in her without blatantly, embarrassingly, and shamelessly telling her that he wants to have sex with her naked body. Knowing his mother in the way he did, with her so morally modest, too morally modest, she'd never allow him to even see her in her bra and panty, forget about seeing her topless and/or naked, and forget about him ever having sex with her naked body. "Just because my birthday happens to fall on Nude Day, Joey," she said making eye contact with him. "My nude body, my personal, private birthday suit, is something that I'll never show my son. Sorry Kiddo, but nudity is off-limits between a mother and her son," she said laughing and breaking off her hug. She smiled at him seemingly flattered that he'd want to see her without her clothes. "Okay," he said dejectedly while knowing that he'll be seeing her in her bra and panty, topless, and maybe even naked later tonight. He looked at her to give her a sad albeit understanding smile. "Besides, even though I'm half Irish and half Italian, I'm not the type of European woman who'd go naked to a nude beach with her nude son. I'm an American woman and a good, morally modest mother who'd never allow her son to see her naked," she said. Reading her body language, even though she said one thing, with her looking disappointed by her own words, he suspected that she meant something else. "Okay," he said seemingly giving up the fight to convince her to accompany him to a nude beach. Playing it cool, he didn't want to belabor the point when he'd be getting all that he wants to see of her later tonight anyway. "Sorry, but you need to find a woman your own age, Joey. You need to stop focusing your sexual energy on me. I'm your mother and not some drunken whore you picked up at a bar and brought home for the night. Just as I'd never allow you to see me naked, I'd never have sex with you," she said suddenly looking sad by her own admission and her own confession. Sometimes, especially when he when lusting over her and feeling so very horny, he wished she was a whore that he picked up in a bar. * * * * * She was so pretty. She was so shapely. She was so sexy. She was everything that he wanted in a woman. Only with her forbidden fruit, she was his mother and he was her son. If only she was some cougar of a woman that he met at a dance, in the mall, or in the street, he'd be so happy. Only, if she was just another woman, he wouldn't have the obvious chemistry and sexual connection that he obviously has with his mother now. A game that he enjoyed playing, albeit a sexually frustrating one, the more she said no, the more he tried to convince her to say yes to going to a nude beach with him and to get naked. Of all the women he knows, celebrities included, he'd love to see his mother naked. Only, not stopping there, he knew that once, if ever, he saw her naked, he'd want to have sex with her. With him sexually and incestuously lusting over her for years, how could he not want to have sex with her naked body? What son who had a mother who looked like her wouldn't want to make love to her? Hoping beyond hope that this is the year that she'd change her mind and celebrate Nude Day with him naked, he asked her the same question he's been asking her every year since he turned 18-years-old and she turned 41-years-old. Now six years later, with them both another year older, with her 47-years-old and him 24-years-old, and with his mother still looking hot, he was no closer to seeing her naked and having sex with her. Yet, not giving up on her, he still persevered in trying to see her naked and have sex with her naked body. Not giving up hope, never giving up hope on the woman he loved, he still tried to persuade her to strip off her clothes. Not even bothering to fruitlessly ask her for sex, the first step is to get her naked. Alas, with her adamant in not stripping off her clothes, something that will never happen until he took matters in his own hands, tonight is the night that he'll hopefully see his mother in her underwear, topless, and/or naked. Still, he'd much rather have a willing partner in incestuous, sexual crime than an unwilling victim. He'd much rather be her lover than to be deemed her perversely perverted peeper. He'd rather she'd strip off her clothes on her own volition and from her own lustful desire of her sexually and incestuously wanting him in the way that he sexually and incestuously wants her. Rather than peeping on her and watching her undress without her knowing that he's there watching, he'd much rather she'd accompany him to a nude beach to celebrate Nude Day with him on her birthday. After six years of trying and failing, he realized that it was nothing more than a sexual fantasy to see her naked. Yet, he'd like thinking that once she stripped off her clothes, she'd have sex with him. His sexual fantasy come true, how hot would that be to have sex with his mother on Nude Day on a nude beach? Or, in celebration of Nude Day, if she won't strip naked on a nude beach and have sex with him there, perhaps she'd strip naked at home and give him hot sex in her bedroom. Forgetting about the sex, first things first, more than anything, he'd much rather just see her naked. Hoping to see her in her panty and bra, he hoped to God to see her topless later tonight. Tonight, tonight, he couldn't wait for tonight. He couldn't wait for her to strip off her clothes while standing in front of her special mirror. He couldn't wait to see all that he imagined seeing of her. "How about for just one day in the year, we pretend we're not mother and son. Once at the nude beach, we pretend we don't even know one another," he said. "With you looking so very young and me looking older than my age, no one would ever know or even suspect that we're mother and son. There like everyone else, they'd think we're just a couple of nudist celebrating Nude Day. They'd think we're an adventurous boyfriend and girlfriend, over sexed lovers, and/or a swinging husband and wife," he said. "They'd have no reason to think we're mother and son, if that's what stopping you from getting naked on a nude beach." As soon as he said that people would think them a couple, he imagined them being boyfriend and girlfriend. He imagined them being lovers. He imagined moving out of state, someplace far away where no one knows them. He imagined setting up house and marrying his mother. Something he's always thought about and wondered about, he'd like for his mother to be his wife. He'd like to sleep in the same room and in the same bed with her. He'd like to have sex with her whenever they were both in the mood. How hot would that be? "Joey, you're talking crazy. I'm not going to strip off my clothes in front of you. If it wasn't so early in the morning, I'd think you were drinking," she said with a laugh. "I'd think you were drunk or crazy." He wished he was drunk. If he was drunk, he'd take her in his arms and kiss her, really kiss her, French kiss her. If he was drunk he'd feel her ass, her tits, and her pussy through her clothes. Frustratingly, he knew that if she waited any longer, even one more year, she'd never strip off her clothes in front of him, never mind stripping off her clothes in public. Something he'd never tell his mother, something he'd rather she'd find out for herself, not many women attend a nude beach. The ratio of naked men to naked women at a nude beach are greatly in favor of naked men prowling around ogling naked women. Where naked men freely roam the beach while sexually and excitedly exposing themselves to any woman who wants to see them, naked women cower and cover their naked selves from the leering eyes of perverts. Seemingly even at a nude beach there still remained puritanical conformities and a moral code of sexual standards that leave perverted men out in the cold. Unless they're living in California or in Vermont, not many hot, young women attend a nude beach. The people who attend a nude beach are gay men and lesbian women, along with a multitude of Caucasian, middle aged, fat, bald, and perverted men with libidos much bigger than their tiny cocks. Nude beaches are for the young. Unfortunately, the older his mother gets, probably even too late now, the more she'd never strip herself naked at a nude beach. With the young filled with overactive hormones, young men and woman are more apt to strip off their clothes than would a 47-year-old woman. He understood that. With that in mind, seemingly there was nothing that he could say or do to convince his mother to strip off her clothes and attend a nude beach with him. Yet, worth seeing her naked, he still persevered in trying to persuade her to give him his sexual fantasy of seeing her naked. Worth seeing her naked, maybe she'll agree to strip herself naked in front of him in the privacy of her bedroom or living room. "A memory we'd have for the rest of our lives, how about we finally go to a nude beach today on your birthday? C'mon Mother. Please? It will be fun. I promise not to ogle you too much while you're sitting on the beach blanket naked or while you're wading in the water," he said with a dirty laugh while imagining his mother naked and with him eager to ogle her naked body. She made a sour face as if she had just bitten a lemon and looked at him as if had just lost his mind. "A nude beach? You actually want and expect me, your mother, to go to a nude beach with you, my Son? Are you crazy? Joey, seriously. Have you lost your mind? What's wrong with you? Are you perverted? Have I raised a perverted son?" She looked at him with a pained expression while he looked at her with desire, incestuous and sexual lust. He stared at her as if he was already undressing her with his leering look. As if he was a man dying of thirst, he stared at her as if she was already naked and she was a gallon jug of ice, cold water. Even though she was fully dressed and standing in her living room, he ogled her as if she was standing before him naked on a nude beach. "C'mon Mother, please? It will be fun. I promise you'll have a good time," he said willing to say anything to see his mother naked. "Stripping off my clothes and walking around naked in front of everyone is the last place I'd go with any man, never mind with my own son," she said with a little laugh. "I'd be so embarrassed to walk around in front of you and in front of everyone with you walking naked beside me. Besides the only people who frequent a nude beach are gay men, lesbian women, and perverted, old men," she said. Mirror, Mirror on the Wall Ch. 03 Seemingly she knew what he knew about who actually attends a nude beach. "That's not true," said Joey lying through his teeth. "Plenty of normal people go to a nude beach," he said nodding his head up and down for the extra bit of affirmation. "I'm normal and I always wanted to go to a nude beach," he said with a nervous laugh. She looked at him staring at her and rolled her eyes. He as losing her. Unable to convince her to strip off her clothes at a nude beach, perhaps he can convince to strip off her clothes with him in the house. "Joey, honey, unless they're nudists, and I don't consider nudists normal, no one normal goes to a nude beach. No one normal strips off their clothes in public. They institute people who walk around naked in public," she said with a laugh. It was up to Joey to convince his mother to strip off her clothes but he was having a hard time of convincing her. "It's not so much who's there Mom, it's a more personal decision. You're confusing nudity with sex. There's nothing sexual about walking around in public naked," he said. Making a feeble attempt to separate nudity from sex, his position on the argument was as ridiculous as it was fruitless. Nonetheless, he gave it one last try. "Nothing sexual? Are you made? Bullshit Joey. Getting naked is all about sex," she said with a laugh. "That's just bull crap that nudity is not sexual. People go to a nude beach so that they can have sex on the beach and/or sex in the water," she said giving him a stern look of disappointment. "With Nude Day having little to do with nude beaches, people go to a nude beach to ogle other naked people." He looked at her sexually excited while imagining her naked and imagining having sex with her naked body on the beach and/or in the water. "A harmless activity, people go to a nude beach just for the experience of walking around naked in public. People go there to do something daring. Much like skydiving and scuba diving, they go to a nude beach just to say that they did it. Having never done if myself, I imagine it would be freeing to walk around naked. I've never been but I've always wanted to go and I can't think of anyone who'd I'd rather go to a nude beach with than with you, my mother," he said pathetically and almost pleadingly. She gave him a sad smile before shaking her head and staring down at the floor. "I'd be so embarrassed if anyone I knew saw me," she said seemingly weakening in her adamant position not to go with him to a nude beach. "I'd feel so uncomfortable with everyone there naked too. I wouldn't want people staring at me and perverted men ogling me. I'd have sand in places that I don't want to have sand," she said laughing. She looked at her son with compassion and understanding. Perhaps if she was his age, she'd love to frolic in the hot sand and warm water at a nude beach. Perhaps if he was anyone but her son, she'd go. Yet, seemingly, she was past that age of immaturity, adventuring, and daring. "C'mon Mom. Please? It will be fun. We can find a secluded spot and if anyone comes near you to ogle you, you can bring something with you to cover yourself," he said willing to say anything to see her naked. Suddenly he thought of his erotic dream of eating his mother on the beach with three men standing over her head masturbating and giving her a cum bath. Then, he thought of his mother seemingly enjoying being gangbanged by a dozen men. He looked at her with sexual excitement and she looked at him with sadness. Seemingly he'd much rather be there at a nude beach naked than to be here fully clothe with her. "You go by yourself if you'd like and I'll stay here and celebrate my birthday alone," said his mother with sadness while filling him with guilt. "You can tell me all about your Nude Day celebration experiences and naked adventures when you come home. Who knows, you may even meet a nice, young woman who enjoys nudity as much as you do," she said while showing a twinge of jealousy. Only, he'd never leave his mother to celebrate her birthday alone. More than that, with her the only woman that he wants, he'd never forsake her for another woman. He stepped up to her again to hold his mother and to hug his mother. As if she was his girlfriend instead of his mother, he loved holding her. As if she was his lover instead of his mother, he loved hugging her. As if she was his wife instead of his mother, he loved kissing her. Yet, he was beside himself with horniness and sexual frustration. While wishing he could touch her elsewhere, he loved touching her and feeling her where it was deemed appropriate to touch and feel his mother through her clothes while hugging her. He only wished he had the nerve to touch her and feel her in the way that a man touches and feels a woman who's not his mother. If only he wasn't her son, maybe he would have already seen her naked and they would have had sex by now. Only, if he wasn't her son, they wouldn't be living together and his chances of seeing any part of her beautiful body would never happen. "I'd never leave you alone on your birthday," said Joey. "Matter of fact, we don't need to strip naked on a public, nude beach. We can celebrate Nude Day right here and right now in the living room," he said with a laugh while beginning to unbutton his shirt. She laughed with him and lovingly gathered his hands in hers to stop him from undressing. "I'm going to take you to see a psychiatrist. I'm going to have your head examined," she said laughing. "Why on Earth would you want to see your old, wrinkled, saggy mother's naked body, when you have so many young, sexy, beautiful women your age who'd love to strip naked and celebrate Nude Day with you?" In opposition to her words, she looked flattered that he'd want to see her old, wrinkled, saggy, naked body. As if she wanted his encouragement to celebrate Nude while coercing her to strip naked to show him her old, wrinkled, saggy, naked body, she always had the same argument why she'd never allow him to see her naked. Yet, other than telling her that she's beautiful, sexy, and that he sexually desired her, he was unable to convince her to strip off her clothes. Not wanting to force his mother to do anything that she was uncomfortable doing, wishing he was a sweet talker and a player, he wished he had the words to convince her to show him her nude body. He'd love nothing more than to see his mother topless. He'd give anything to see her big tits. As soon as he had the thought of his mother topless, topless, topless, topless, the image of her naked breasts flashed through his mind. He'd love to see the shape and size of her naked boobs along with her nipples and areolas. God, he'd love nothing more than to see his mother's big tits, to touch his mother's tits, and to feel, fondle, and suck his mother's big boobs. He'd love nothing more than to see his mother naked. He'd give anything to see his mother naked. As soon as he had the thought of seeing his mother naked, naked, naked, naked, the image of her imagined naked body flashed through his mind. He'd love nothing more than to see his mother's naked firm, round ass and her naked pussy. Figuring she was trimmed, he always wondered if she was trimmed, shaved, or bushy. Only with most of nude day already over, even if she changed her mind at the last minute and wanted to go with him to celebrate Nude Day, it was too late to go to a nude beach. Better luck next year only he knew she'd never willingly strip off her clothes. With her negative answer seemingly sealed in stone, he now knew that she'd never go with him to a nude beach. He was glad that he bought his mother a special mirror as her birthday surprise. He was sexually excited that even though she wouldn't willingly strip off her clothes on a nude beach that he was finally going to see her naked. "Forget about Nude Day, mother. I'd much rather concentrate on the real celebration at hand, your birthday. I bought you a birthday gift," he said with excitement. "I installed it in your room while you were gone for the weekend visiting your daughter and your grandchildren," he said. "That's what's under the blanket that hangs from the wall." Grandchildren? He conveniently forgot that his mother is a grandmother. Oh, my God, his reality check, he couldn't believe his MILF of a mother has grandchildren. It was difficult for him to wrap his head around the reality that his mother is a grandmother. She didn't look like any grandmother to him that he knew. She didn't act like any grandmother that he knew. Definitely, she was a GILF, a grandmother that he'd love to fuck. If she wasn't his mother, he'd just think of her as a MILF, a mother he'd love to fuck. Yet, trampling sacred ground, she suddenly seemed sad when he mentioned his sister. Probably because he hasn't been getting along with his sister lately is the reason for her sudden sadness. Now that she's been out of the house for years, he viewed her as an outsider and someone who definitely wouldn't understand his sexual attraction to his mother. Hard enough for him to convince his mother to attended a nude beach with him and walk around with him naked, if his sister was there torpedoing his ideas, suggestions, and his incestuous seduction, he'd never gain any ground seducing his mother. With his big sister too judgmental and too critical, not needing his mother giving his sister anymore ammunition to disparage him, he was glad that his mother stop telling his sister his personal business years ago. "I don't know why you didn't come to see your sister with me. You haven't seen your sister in two years. You two used to be so close," she said. "Your nephew and niece would love to see their uncle. They've already grown so much that I hardly recognize them and they could use the presence of a man in their lives. If only we lived closer, I'd see them every day. I'd love to babysit them while Emma works." He reacted to her sadness with his. "Emma doesn't like me anymore. We don't see eye to eye on so many things and on too many different levels. Besides, she's always pressuring me to find someone, get married, and have kids. I just wish she'd mind her own business and leave me alone instead of pressuring me to settle down," he said. "I'm not ready to commit to anyone," but to you, he wanted to say but he didn't say what he was thinking. As if she was getting ready to kiss him, French kiss him, Beatrice slowly ran her fingers through her son's chestnut brown hair while staring deeply in his brown eyes. Giving him a loving look that a bride would give her new husband while standing at the altar, she allowed her hand to slowly and lovingly stroke his face. When she looked at him and touched him in that way, he imagined taking his mother in his arms and kissing her, really kissing her, French kissing her. He couldn't count how many times he sexually fantasized of French kissing his mother while feeling her through her clothes. He'd love nothing more than to feel her ass and her breasts through her clothes. Waiting for her to make a sexual move after he's already confessed his sexual lust for her, he only wished she'd slowly stroke his cock in the way she just slowly stroked his face. "Doesn't like you? She's your sister, Joey. Your sister loves you. Emma doesn't mean you any harm. She just wants you to be happy," said Beatrice. Joe rolled his eyes and sighed heavily. "Happy? I am happy. Besides, happiness is relative with her. She doesn't want me to be happy. She wants me to be married. She wants me to be just as miserable as she is, with her being married twice and divorced twice and with her having two kids from two different men. No thanks. I'd rather be single," he said. "Instead of paying child support payments to some woman that I've grown to hate, I'd rather go to a nude beach on Nude Day with my mother," he said with a dirty laugh. She shook her head in exasperation while giving him a disapproving look. "In your dreams Joseph," she said with attitude. "My getting naked in front of you and in front of all of those people at a nude beach on Nude Day will never happen," she said with attitude and a bit of anger to her voice. She looked at him as if she suddenly didn't understand her son. "Okay, okay," said Joey fearing that he went too far in trying to persuade his mother to strip naked on a nude beach. He looked at her with sexual frustration and disappointment. "Unless I'm drugged, drunk, or lying on a cold, aluminum table in a morgue, you will never see me naked," said his mother with a laugh that broke the tension. "Never is when you'll ever see me naked. Get it through your thick, Irish head for once and for all, I'll never get naked in front of you," she said jabbing his chest with her stiff index finger and pointy fingernail while laughing. She turned a serious mother and son confrontation to a joke with her laughing at herself at her son, no doubt, for him wanting to see her without her clothes. 'Never say never,' thought Joey to himself. 'Actually never is sooner than you think Mom,' he wanted to say to her but didn't want her to spoil his Nude Day, naked surprise. 'Never is tonight. Tonight is when I'll be seeing you in your bra and panty, topless, and hopefully naked.' * * * * * He imagined drugging his mother with a couple of safe and harmless, non-prescription, over-the-counter sleeping pills. Once she couldn't resist him and fight him from having his wicked, sexual way with her naked body, he imagined undressing her and slowly stripping her naked. How hot would that be to strip his mother naked? In the way that she's been in physical and emotional control of him all of his life, he'd love to finally be in control of her sexually. Immediately he was sexually aroused just thinking about undressing his mother's sleeping body. He imagined unbuttoning her blouse and removing it. He imagined unbuttoning, unzipping, and removing her short skirt. Imagining staring at his mother in her panty and bra, he imagined seeing his mother in her underwear. He imagined stopping himself from undressing her any further to stare at her underwear clad body. Imagining himself enjoying the moment, before removing her bra and before stripping her naked, he'd love to see what his mother looks like in her bra and panty. As if she was already standing there in her underwear, he imagined seeing her in her low cut, white bra. He imagined seeing her in her sexy white or blue bikini panty. He imagined his mother awakening and parading her drugged, sexy body around in front of him in just her bra and panty. How hot is that to imagine seeing his mother in her bra and panty? The only thing he'd love more than seeing his mother in her panty and bra is to see her topless. The only thing he'd love more than seeing his mother topless is to see her naked. His cock throbbed at the imagined image of seeing his mother topless and/or naked. She was standing so close to him that he could smell her body lotion. He wished he could inappropriately touch her and feel her now in the way he imagined touching her and feeling her in all of his sexual scenarios, sexual fantasies, and incestuous dreams he's had of her over the years. Then, as if there was a drumroll going off in his head, he imagined reaching around his imagined drugged mother to unhook and remove her bra. Only, drugging his mother just to see her in her underwear, topless, and/or naked is pure lunacy. Nonetheless, it was still sexually exciting to imagine himself stripping off her clothes. He imagined seeing her naked tits. He imagined feeling her breasts while fingering and sucking her nipples. Then, not wasting any time, should she suddenly awaken from her drug induce daze, he imagined removing her panties to expose her shaved, trimmed, or naked pussy, he didn't know which but he hoped to find out which later tonight. Making himself comfortable between her shapely thighs, he imagined rubbing her clit and licking her pussy while reaching up with his other hand to feel her tits and finger her nipples. He imagined his mother enjoying being eaten even while in her drug induced daze. Instead of drugging her, he imagined getting his mother drunk and slowly and methodically stripping her naked. Or maybe if she came home from one of those clothed female, naked male CFNM, strip shows again, allowing her to make all of the sexual moves, she'd not only be drunk but also horny. Maybe if she was drunk and horny enough, not knowing where she is or who she's with, perhaps she'd strip herself naked in front of him. Imagining her giving him a slow striptease, he'd love to watch his mother stripping off her clothes in front of him. He imagined her removing her clothes before kissing him, really kissing him, French kissing him. He imagined her allowing him to touch her and to feel her in all of the places where he'd loved to touch and feel his mother while French kissing her. He imagined her allowing him to have sex with her drunken, naked body. With him having no qualms, no guilt, and no remorse, whether she was drugged, drunk, or just horny, if only she'd strip naked in front of him, he'd strip naked in front of her. With him having no qualms, no guilt, and no remorse, if only she'd give him incestuous sex, he'd definitely give her incestuous sex too. Yet, God forbid anything should happen to his mother, but merely for the purposes of his sexual fantasy, he suddenly imagined her dead, killed in a car crash. Acting as if he had seen his mother naked many times before, he imagined asking the orderly to remove the sheet from her dead, naked body. He imagined telling the orderly that he could only positively identify his mother's dead, naked body by the moles he imagined she had on her breasts, lower abdomen, and on her ass. With him not into necrophilia, yet if this was the only way he could see his mother naked, naked, naked, he'd become a necrophiliac for a day. Albeit the disturbing death of his dead mother, he imagined finally seeing his mother's naked body. Alive or dead, naked, naked, naked, with a lifetime of sexual memories and masturbation fodder, he'd give anything to see his beautiful, sexy mother naked. Ending his sexual fantasy to give her his birthday gift, he grabbed her hand in his and led her to her bedroom. Instead of giving her a birthday gift of a mirror, he wished he was giving her a birthday gift of his cock wrapped in a big, red bow. * * * * * "C'mon I want to show you your birthday surprise. I can't wait for you to see your birthday gift," he said escorting her back to her bedroom. He stopped at her closed, bedroom door and turned to her. "Close your eyes and no peeking." As soon as he said close your eyes and no peeking, he had the urge to strip himself naked. He suddenly had the urge to give her a real birthday surprise. He'd love nothing more than to stick his erect cock in his mother's hand before sticking his cock in her open mouth and before burying it in her pussy. "Okay, my eyes are closed Joey," she said. Instead of stripping himself naked to surprise his mother with the sight, the feel, and the incestuous confrontation of the forbidden, sexual pleasures of his cock, he opened her door and led her inside her bedroom. He removed the blanket that was held by tacks on the wall for her to see her birthday surprise. "Okay. You may open your eyes now, Mom. Surprise," he said giving her another big, full body to pelvis hug and another kiss again on the lips. As soon as he held her, he wished he was naked. As soon as he hugged her, he wished she was naked too. As soon as he kissed her, he wanted to French kiss her. As soon as he thought of French kissing her, he wanted to have hot, sex with her. As soon as he thought of having hot, sex with her, he wanted to make her his woman forever. Mirror, Mirror on the Wall Ch. 03 "Oh, Joey," she said staring up at her bedroom wall. Proud of his artwork, he stared at her bedroom wall with her. "Happy Birthday Mom," he said wishing she was his girlfriend instead of his mother. This is the part where he wished he could kiss her, really kiss her, French kiss her. This is the part where he wished he could feel her beautiful body through her clothes while French kissing her. This is the part where he wished he could strip off her clothes while she stripped off his clothes. This is the part where he wished he could give her hot, deep, penetrating birthday sex. Only, not meant to be, she was his mother and he was her son. The best he could do now is to hopefully see her in her bra and panty, topless, and/or naked later tonight when she thinks she's alone. Forget the nude beach, with her not suspecting him of peeping on her, he hopefully planned on seeing his mother in all manners of undress in the imagined privacy of her own bedroom. As if she was a little girl on Christmas morning, she looked at her bedroom wall amazed with her mouth gaping open. When he saw her reaction to his artistic creation, he so wanted to stick his tongue in her open mouth and French kiss her. When he saw her mouth gaping open, he so wanted to stick his cock in her open mouth and hump her mouth while fucking her face. In the way that he stared at her with sexual lust, he watched her staring at his wall mural with exuberant wonderment. In the way she stared at the movie when she watched Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs every year and in the way she faithfully watched the Wizard of Oz. Painted on her bedroom wall was Snow White, the evil queen, the prince, and the huntsman, along with all of the seven dwarfs, Bashful, Doc, Dopey, Happy, Sleepy, Sneezy, and Grumpy. With her look and her obvious enjoyment making him happy, never has he seen his mother with such childlike happiness. "Oh, my God! It's so beautiful. I can't believe you did this for me," she said looking from the wall to look at him before staring at her wall again. "This is just what I wanted ever since I was a little girl. Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs has always remained my favorite Disney movie," she said hugging and kissing her son. "Thank you so very much Joey." Wishing he could hump her, he returned her hug before returning her kiss. Only this time, prolonging his kiss, he was so tempted to slip her his tongue. Maybe with her so happy over his birthday gift, she'd be willing to allow him to kiss her, really kiss her, French kiss her, while feeling her beautiful body through her clothes. Maybe with this her birthday and with her so very excited over his birthday gift to her, she'd give him a one-time pass and allow him to French kiss her while allowing him to feel her magnificent body through her clothes. Only, not wanting to ruin her birthday and ruin the nice thing he did for her by doing something so terribly bad and incestuously forbidden, he didn't dare French kiss his mother and touch her in an inappropriate sexual way. French kissing his mother would be deemed incestuous and she'd be angry with him for putting her in that uncomfortable position. Knowing full well what the negative, sexual connotation of French kissing his mother would be, even though he so wanted to French kiss her, he couldn't slip her his tongue. He couldn't. He just couldn't. Knowing the negative, sexual reaction she'd have if he tried to French kiss her while feeling her body through her clothes, his own mother, he didn't want to ruin the loving relationship they enjoyed. Moreover, he especially didn't want to ruin her birthday. If he tried to French kiss her and if she recoiled, he'd ruin everything. No doubt fearing him after that and no longer feeling safe in her own home alone with him there, she'd no longer trust him again. No doubt, she'd no longer wear her sexy nightgowns in front of him without her having the modesty of wearing a bathrobe. No doubt with just one French kiss and one errant touch of her beautiful body, he'd ruin everything. No longer feeling comfortable with him there, she may even ask him to leave her house and find his own place to live. He only wished he could see his mother in her bra and panty, topless, and/or naked. He only wished he could have sex with his mother's naked body. If he couldn't have sex with his mother, hopefully, at least he'll soon be seeing his mother in her bra and panty, perhaps topless, and even naked. He couldn't wait. Knowing he'll soon be seeing her in all manner of undress gave him the self-control to not embarrass himself by trying to French kiss his mother while feeling her through her clothes. "Did you know that Snow White and the Seven Dwarfs is a fairytale adapted from the Brothers Grimm by Disney?" She looked at him seemingly amazed at that tidbit of information. "I didn't know that," she said. "Leave it to you to find all of the interesting insights of everything that I like. You're a good son," she said. Good son? If only she knew he was the Devil in disguise instead of her loving son. If only she knew he was about to invade her privacy in such a diabolical and despicable way. If only she knew he was intent on seeing her in her panty and bra, topless, and hopefully naked. If only she knew he'd love nothing more than to French kiss her while feeling her through her clothes. If only she knew he'd love to have sex with her, his own mother, he wondered if she'd still think that he was a good son then. Joe broke his hug to allow his mother to have a moment with her birthday gift. He was glad he made her so happy. He was happy that she loved his gift. He just hoped she'd look more closely at the Disney characters than she'd look at the mirror. Concentrating more on her own reflection than on the construction of the thick mirror, he hoped she'd look at the mirror without suspicion and look at her reflection without suspecting anything. Her son's gift to his mother was a huge mirror, 5' x 3', a two-way mirror, mounted inside of her bedroom wall. The mirror, a custom installation, was flush with the wall and didn't intrude on her room space. He held his breath while hoping his mother didn't suspect that her birthday gift was a two-way mirror. He couldn't wait to watch her standing in front of her mirror while staring up at her Disney characters and undressing. Above the mirror in blue script where the words, "Mirror, Mirror on the Wall..." All the money she spent on art school finally came in handy. Hopefully, all the money she spent on art school will allow him to see her topless and/or naked. With her concentrating more on the wall than on the mirror, hopefully his artwork will distract her from identifying the mirror as a two-way mirror. Hopefully, with her focusing more on his artwork than on the mirror, she'll stand in front of the mirror and mindlessly strip off her clothes while he watched. "So, what do you think?" She looked at him incredulously while he looked at her hoping that she didn't realize that what he had installed in her bedroom wall was a two-way mirror. "What do I think?" She looked from the wall to look at him. "Are you kidding me? I absolutely love it. It's beautiful. It's the best present you've ever given me," she said looking from him to look at the wall again before returning her focused stare to him. "I absolutely love my mirror and all of the Disney characters. I love you too for doing this. Thank you so very much Joey," said his mother hugging him and kissing him again. "This is the best gift that anyone has ever given me." In all the years his mother has been kissing him good morning and kissing him good night on the lips, she's never hugged and/or kissed him as much as she hugged and kissed him today. Today was a kissing and hugging marathon. Today was a record breaking day of hugs and kisses. Then, thinking with his cock instead of his brain, the harder and bigger his erection grew the more he became incestuously twisted. It was inevitable that he'd slip her his tongue and try French kissing his mother. It was inevitable that he'd make his attempt to have sex with her. Only, he hoped that it wasn't inevitable that she'd say no. An obvious progression from holding her, hugging her, and kissing her on the lips, he started thinking about slipping his mother his tongue again. He started thinking how hot it would be to French kiss his mother while feeling her through her clothes. If only they had been drinking and were both drunk right now, he wouldn't even think twice about slipping his mother his tongue and French kissing her while feeling her through her clothes. If she were any other woman, he would have done that by now already. If she was any other woman, they would have had sex by now. If he dared French kiss his mother, hoping she'd return his kiss, maybe her hugging him and kissing him numerous times today was her subtle hint that she wanted him to give her sex. He could only wish. He'd love to have sex with his mother. Yet, this time, driven by his cock and carried along by her excitement, going for broke by going where no son should ever go with his mother, when she hugged him and kissed him on his lips yet again, he did it. He finally did it. He slipped her his tongue. He stuck his tongue in her mouth. He French kissed his mother. He couldn't believe he parted his mother's lips with his errant tongue and stuck his tongue in her mouth. Suddenly, as if he wasn't even there but somewhere else, everything became so eerily quiet. Having an out of body experience, as if he could see himself from the ceiling kissing his mother, he couldn't believe he was French kissing her. His sexual, incestuous fantasy come true, there was just him and her together and nothing else. There were just her lips, her tongue, and her incredible body pressed against him. Traveling through time and space as if he was able to leave this world for a world where his mother was his lover, his mind was blank while French kissing her. Crossing the line of no return, holding her close and hugging her tight, Joey French kissed Betty. Kissing and kissing her, he French kissed his mother. Impaling his tongue in his mother's mouth, he couldn't believe he was French kissing his mother. When he first touched her tongue with his, as if he burned her with a cigarette, her eyes were wide open but then when they continued kissing she closed her eyes. Yet, better than him French kissing her, just as he was French kissing his mother, she was French kissing him. He couldn't believe she was returning his French kiss. Seemingly, she was enjoying French kissing him as much as he was enjoying French kissing her. He couldn't believe he was touching her tongue with his tongue in a sexual kiss. Something he's wanted to do for years, he couldn't believe he had the audacity and the sexual and incestuous inappropriateness to French kiss his mother. 'Wow!' As if he was having a dream or a sexual fantasy, even more unbelievable than French kissing her, Betty not only allowed her son to French kiss her but also she returned his French kiss with her French kiss. Instead of recoiling and instead of pushing him away, he couldn't believe she was French kissing him too. Making the forbidden kiss last longer, showing him as much sexual and incestuous passion as he was showing her, she wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her. As if they were both naked with his cock buried inside of her, that's how close to one another they were. With her arms around his neck, she left her ass, her breasts, and her pussy vulnerable to the touch and the feel of his horny hands. Was that her not so subtle hint for him to feel her body through her clothes and to feel her where no son should ever feel his mother? Was she subtly giving him her permission to touch her and feel her? Not allowing this opportunity to pass him by, he touched her while feeling her through her clothes. As if she was some woman he picked up at a bar and was making out with on a street corner, his horny hands were all over his mother's beautiful body. As if he was some, strange man that his mother agreed to go home with, she allowed her son to French kiss her while feeling her through her clothes. His sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't believe he was feeling his mother through her clothes while French kissing her. * * * * * His longtime sexual fantasy come true, he was French kissing his mother. He couldn't believe he was French kissing his mother. Kissing and kissing her, if French kissing his mother wasn't enough, he continued pushing his luck by lowering his right hand down to feel her round, firm ass through her short skirt and bikini panty. Waiting for her to slap his hand away and/or waiting for her to push him away from her lips, she continued kissing him with as much sexual passion as he was kissing her. Oh, my God, his mother was such a great kisser. His mother has such a wonderful ass. For a mature 47-year-old woman, she had such an incredibly firm ass. He traced her panty line through her skirt with his finger while kissing and kissing her. He was making out with his mother. He was finally making out with his mother. He couldn't believe he was making out with his mother. As if it was meant to be kissing her felt so right. Kissing her felt normal instead of abnormal. Assuredly, something that feels this good can't be deemed wrong by society. Yet, more than just kissing her, French kissing her, not only was he French kissing his mother but he was feeling his mother's beautiful body through her clothes. He was feeling her ass. Not only was she allowing him to French kiss her but she was allowing him to feel her shapely ass. Better than any sexual fantasy he's ever had of her, by far, this was the best day of his life. He'll be masturbating over this day and her French kisses while remembering feeling her ass for the rest of his life. Feeling and squeezing her firm, round ass while kissing and kissing her, he was so tempted to lift her short skirt, ease down her panties, and push her back on her bed. Only, he didn't dare. Not wanting to push his luck, feeling her through her clothes while French kissing her was one thing but trying to have sex with her was something else. For the time being, with him not wanting to frighten her, pressure her, coerce her, and/or rush her, feeling her through her clothes while French kissing her was plenty enough for now. Besides, he'll be seeing her in all manner of undress soon. Yet, now that he's gotten this far with his tongue in her mouth and his horny hand on her ass, he didn't want to spook her and stop her from returning his kisses by pushing her too far and going where no son should ever go with his mother. He just hoped that this first time wasn't the last time. Instead, he reached up with his left hand to feel her abundant breast. While waiting for and expecting her to stop him and perhaps, even slap him, when she showed no resistance, he felt his mother's C cup breast through her blouse and fingered her hard nipple through her bra. He couldn't believe he was feeling his mother's tit and fingering her nipple with one hand while feeling her ass with his other hand and French kissing her. Then, after feeling her right breast and fingering her nipple, he felt her left breast and fingered that nipple too. He couldn't believe that his mother not only allowed him to French kiss her but also allowed him to feel her ass, fondle her breasts through her blouse, and finger her nipples through her bra. As if he was kissing and feeling his girlfriend or some sexy, MILF of a cougar he picked up in a bar, he was kissing, French kissing his mother, while feeling her ass, her breasts, and her nipples through her clothes. With his fingers concentrating more on her nipples that made its impressions through her bra and blouse, he teased them to grow bigger and harder with his finger. Pulling them, turning them, and twisting them through her blouse and bra, the more he fingered her nipples, the more she seemed to grow more sexually aroused. A sexual fantasy of a dream come true, he couldn't believe he was making out with his mother. He couldn't believe he was feeling up his mother. He couldn't believe his mother was allowing him to touch and feel her in such a sexual way. He couldn't believe his mother was seemingly as sexually excited as he was. He couldn't believe that he was finally not only going to see his mother naked but also was going to have sex with her naked body too. Not sexually satisfied with all that he was doing with his mother, he wanted to do more. He wished she was standing there in her bra and panty. He wished she was topless. He wished she was naked. He wished they were celebrating Nude Day on a nude beach where he'd stop somewhere desolate and make sweet love to her. He wished they were celebrating Nude Day in her bedroom. He'd love nothing more than to be on a sandy beach or in bed naked with his mother and making love to her naked body. Maybe, with her returning his French kisses and allowing him to touch and feel her where a son should never touch and feel his mother, she wants him as much as he wants her. Maybe this was all a sexy game she's been playing. Maybe she's been toying with him sexually, being coy with him incestuously, and playing hard to get because she felt embarrassed and ashamed that she was his mother sexually attracted to her son. Now that he's opened the floodgates, maybe she'll be more honest in her incestuous lust and her sexual desire for him. Kissing and kissing her, he removed his right hand from her ass to move his hand to the front of her. Making his move to have sex with his mother, he slowly slid his hand down his mother's tummy while waiting for her to stop him from feeling her pussy, albeit through her skirt and panties. Then, slowly and stealthily, as if he was a safecracker with the secret, sexual combination, he ever so slowly lifted the front of her short skirt up and up and higher and higher. Not only couldn't he believe he was lifting the front of his mother's short skirt but also he couldn't believe his mother was allowing him to lift the front of her short skirt. Oh, my God, as if he was dreaming this, as if he was sexually fantasizing this while masturbating himself, he couldn't believe this was happening. Seemingly unbelievable but French kissing his mother while feeling his mother through her clothes was really happening. With the front of her skirt raised and her panties clearly exposed, he darted his eyes down to see his mother's uncovered panties. Better than going to a nude beach on Nude Day with his mother, his longtime sexual dream come true, he was about to have sex with his mother. 'Sex, sex, sex,' his brain screamed sex. 'Incest, incest, incest,' his brain screamed incest. Expecting her to stop him and expecting her to step away from his grasp and put an end to this incestuous lunacy, he waited for her to break off his kiss. Then, when she didn't stop him, nor even resist him from raising her skirt higher, going where no son should ever go with his mother, he stuck his hand beneath his mother's skirt. As if giving her an erotic massage, mere inches away from nirvana, he felt the front of her shapely thighs first before finding the courage to feel her panty clad pussy mound. 'Oh, my God, no frigging way.' After six years of her saying, no, no, no, he couldn't believe he was feeling his mother's panty clad pussy. Her thighs were firm but smooth and soft. Then, moving his hand to the front of her panty, he felt her panty clad, pussy mound before moving his horny hand between her legs to really feel her moist, panty clad pussy through her panty. As if he was her boyfriend, her husband, or a man who picked her up at the bar for a night, he couldn't believe his was cupping his mother's panty clad pussy in the palm of his hand. Returning his hand to the sacred place where he emerged 24-years-old, he gently squeezed his mother's cunt through her panty. In the way that he wished she'd cup his cock and gently squeeze his ball sack through his pants, he was holding his mother's cunt through her moist panty in the palm of his horny hand while squeezing it. Mirror, Mirror on the Wall Ch. 03 He couldn't believe he was feeling his mother's cunt through her panties. Instead of her panties being in her lingerie drawer or in her laundry hamper, he couldn't believe he was touching his mother's pussy mound through her panty while she was actually wearing them. Accustomed to touching her panties when going through her underwear drawer and sniffing her panties when digging through the dirty laundry, he couldn't believe he was touching his mother's panty clad pussy now. He'll be masturbating over this day for the rest of his life. Trying to wrap his brain around him French kissing her and feeling her through her clothes, as shocking as it was sexually exciting, he couldn't believe he was feeling his mother's panty clad pussy. As if he was her man and she was his woman, instead of him being her son and she being his mother, he cupped her pussy mound through her panty while sliding a slow but forceful finger to tickle her camel toe and to trace her pussy slit. Still in shock, he couldn't believe he had his mother's panty clad pussy in the palm of his hand. He applied more pressure to his index finger and pushed down on her clit while rubbing it through her panty. Hearing her gasp and watching her squirm, he couldn't believe he was fingering his mother's cunt through her panty. He couldn't believe his mother was allowing him to finger her pussy albeit through her panty. He couldn't believe his mother was becoming sexually aroused by his kisses, his touches, and his feels of her hot, motherly body. Sensing that her panty felt a bit moist, tempted to push her panty aside and finger her, he wondered if his mother was as wet as he was hard. So wanting to push her panty aside and enter his mother with his finger, he didn't want to scare her by rushing his attempt of seducing her. He only wished he had the nerve to stick his hand down the front of her panty and cup and finger her naked pussy. He'd love to feel a whole handful of her pubic hair in his hand. He'd love to finally know if she was shaved, trimmed, or bushy. Only, not wanting to frighten her into recoiling and putting a premature stop to this incestuous lunacy, he didn't want to rush his sexual seduction of his mother. Instead, taking his time while still French kissing her, he felt her in all the places he had imagined feeling her while masturbating himself. With his left hand still feeling his mother's breasts while fingering her emerging nipples through her blouse and bra, he couldn't believe she was allowing him to feel her breasts and finger her nipples. He couldn't believe she had allowed him to feel her ass through her short skirt and panty. He couldn't believe she allowed him to lift her skirt and to feel her panty clad pussy while still allowing him to French kiss her. He couldn't believe she wasn't stopping him from having his wicked, incestuous, sexual way with her beautiful body. Kissing and kissing her, he couldn't believe he was making out with his mother while feeling his mother's hot body through her clothes. Kissing and kissing her, not stopping there but instead taking the next progressive step, he took her by her wrist and lowered her hand down to feel his erect cock through his jeans. He placed her whole hand on his bulging penis and then took her fingers in his for her to feel the girth of his penis, trace the length of his prick, and to feel the hardness of his cock. Expecting his mother to pull her hand away from feeling his engorged prick through his jeans, when she didn't pull her hand away, he squeezed her hand in his for her to squeeze his cock. Then, shocking even him, without even having to hold her hand there, she traced the head of his jean clad cock with her manicured fingers. Seemingly, she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. Sex, sex, sex, they were going to have sex. Naked, naked, naked, he was finally going to see his mother naked. In the way he was feeling his mother's cunt in the palm of his hand through her panty, she was feeling his cock in the palm of her hand through his jeans. In the way he so wanted to push her panty aside and finger her cunt, he was so tempted to unzip himself and pull out his cock. He so wanted to feel his naked cock in his mother's hand before feeling his hard, hairy prick in his mother's wet mouth, and before burying his huge erection in her warm, wet pussy. He'd love nothing more to make love to his mother before fucking his mother. He'd love nothing more than to finger his mother's wet pussy while licking his mother's wet pussy. He'd love nothing more than for his mother to suck his cock and allow him to cum in her mouth while watching her swallowing his cum. With her leaving her hand there on his engorged prick, she made no attempt to remove it. Seemingly she enjoyed feeling his cock through his jeans as much as he enjoyed her feeling his cock through his jeans. He couldn't believe his mother was feeling his cock through his jeans in the way he had just felt her ass through her skirt, her breasts through her blouse, her nipples through her bra, and her pussy through her panty. "Mom, I want you sexually," he said dizzy with incestuous horniness. Going for broke and going where no son should ever go with his mother, he proposition her. "I need to see you naked. I need to touch you and to feel your naked body while you touch and feel my naked body. I want to have sex with you." To be continued...