2 comments/ 17232 views/ 12 favorites Mirror, Mirror on the Wall Ch. 04 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. * Mirror, mirror on the wall, Joey finally sees his mother in her panty in bra. He finally sees her topless. He finally sees her naked. Review from Chapter 3 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 than 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." * * * * * Chapter Four As if coming out of a drug induced daze, she broke off their kiss, removed her hand from his cock, and stepped back from his hug. She abruptly ended their mother and son sexual embrace and instantly stopped him from inappropriately touching her and feeling her. In the way that she recoiled from him, she acted as if he had been groping her without her consent when their kisses and touches were mutually consensual. She looked at him as if he had lost his mind before her face confessed that she had lost her mind too. Now feeling foolish and vulnerable, he wished he hadn't said anything about wanting to see her naked and wanting to have sex with her naked body. Having awakened her from her trance like, sexual seduction, he wished he had remained quiet. He wished he had kept his thoughts to himself. What was he thinking? Going too far, too fast, he knows his mother better than to show her his cards. Anytime he's too blatantly honest in his incestuous, sexual, lustful desires of her, acting more like the mature adult and acting more like his mother instead of his lover, she balks and takes a step back in the way she just did now. He should have known that was going to happen. 'Well, at least I got to French kiss her. At least I got to feel her ass, her tits, and her pussy through her clothes,' he thought to himself. 'And at least she felt my cock through my jeans. At least I have more to masturbate over my mother than I ever did before.' He should have just gone with the flow and shut the Hell up. Instead of telling her what he wanted to do with her, he should not have told her how he sexually felt. With his mother in a dream like daze when kissing him and allowing him to feel her body, seemingly she forgot that what they were doing was incestuous. Even just temporary, seemingly she forgot that she was his mother and he was her son. He should have allowed his mother to confess how she sexually felt about him instead of him saying how he sexually felt about her. Instead of shooting off his big mouth, allowing her to take the lead and to lead them where he so wanted to go, he wished he had remained silent. Now, he'll never know if his mother sexually wants him as much as he sexually wants her. Obviously, she sexually wants him enough to allow him to kiss her and feel her but he could never pull the plug on her sexual feelings in the way she just pulled the plug on his sexual feelings. He wished he had kept quiet and had his lips do all of the talking when kissing her. He wished he had his hands do all of the talking when feeling her. Had he not said anything, maybe she'd still be feeling his stiff prick through his jeans. With everything so perfectly beautiful, he wished he had continued kissing her, touching her, and feeling her while she felt him. He just hoped he hadn't ruined things between them before they even started. "I know you want me sexually and sometimes I want you sexually too Joey, but we can't," she said looking deeply in his brown eyes. "I'm sorry Joey, but we just can't. I'm your mother and you're my son," she said lightly touching the side of his face in the way she was just feeling the hardness of his cock. "We can never be together in that incestuous way. It's just wrong Joey. Something that's so forbidden, it's just so very wrong. This is all my fault for walking around you while wearing my sexy nightgowns. I should have known better. Now, that I know, I can't allow this to continue," she said looking up at him with sad eyes. After allowing him to French kiss her and feel her through her clothes, he didn't understand her reluctance now to continue their making out session. It was just kisses, touches, and feels. It wasn't as if they were having sex. Yet, something that he couldn't tell her now, with him sexually wanting her before French kissing her and feeling her through her clothes, after making out with his mother, he wanted her even more now. He looked at her with incestuous lust before looking at her with confusion mixed with undiminished sexual excitement and before looking at her with obvious sexual frustration. When she seemingly was just as sexually excited as he was, he didn't understand how she could just stop. "Then, I don't understand," he said looking at her as if he wanted to take her in his arms again and kiss her while feeling her and most certainly he did. "Why did you kiss me? Why did you allow me to feel you through your clothes? Why did you feel me?" He looked at her as if he was about to cry. "I love you Mother. I really love you and want to make love to you." She looked at him in the way that any mother would look at her son. She looked at him with compassion, understanding, respect, and love. Only with her unable to hide her sexual excitement and with him able to see the sexual excitement she was trying to hide behind her look, he saw a glimmer of hope that she would soon submit to his sexual seduction. If only by the sexual passion behind her kiss, it was apparent to him now that his mother sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. If only by the way she held him, hugged him, and kissed him, it was apparent to him now that if she's allowed him to go this far with her beautiful body that she may allow him to go even further. Obviously, he needed to take things slower. Obviously, he needed to give her more time and more space for her to wrap her brain around what just happened. With the ball in his court, it was up to him to change her mind about not wanting to have sex. It was up to him to convince her that what they did was right and not wrong. Perhaps with a little wine, candles, and soft music, he needed to romance her. He needed to more slowly seduce her and allow her to open up to him in the way of a sleeping flower. It was up to him to sweet talk her into giving him what he's wanted for so long. Forget about celebrating her birthday on Nude Day at a nude beach, they were already beyond that tickle and tease of stripping naked in front of one another on the pretense that they were at a nude beach. Forget about just seeing her in her panty and bra, topless, and/or even naked, all he really wanted to do now was to have sex with his mother. All he wanted to do now was to make sweet love to her before fucking her, really fucking her hard enough to make her cum. "With today my birthday and with you giving me this wonderful birthday gift...," she said looking from him to look at her bedroom wall. As if she was thinking about all that just happened between them, she fell silent while staring at her wall before looking at herself in the mirror. She looked at if she was about to cry. "Yes, Mother. What is it? Tell me. You can tell me." He took her hands in his and looked deeply in her big, brown eyes. "With me unable to give you what you really want, my naked body and sexual intimacy, I got carried away with lust, passion, and sex. I'm sorry Joey, but I'm human too. I have sexual needs, wants, and desires too and it's been a long time since I've been sexually intimate with a man," she said taking his hand in her hands. "Even though I'm your mother, I get horny too. Sometimes, I sexually think about you in the way that you sexually think about me." In the way that he normally looks at her with lustful, incestuous, sexual excitement, this time he looked at her with rejection, disappointment, and sexual frustration. This time he didn't look at her as if she was his mother. He looked at her as if she was a woman rejecting him. He couldn't believe she was ending this little incestuous, sexual affair that they were having before it even started. "I understand," he said not really understanding why she made this sudden and totally unexpected one-hundred-eighty degree turn. How could he feel so sexually excited one minute to feel so sad the next. He felt rejected. Was she purposely sexually teasing him or was it just like she said, she got caught up and carried away in the moment of lust, passion, and sex? Only, he would have liked to see how far this would have gone. He would have liked to have sex with his mother, if only once, at least just once, before she pulled the plug. With his brief incestuous dalliance ending too soon, he would have liked to know what it was like to lay with her with the both of them naked. He would have liked to know what it felt like to have his cock held in her hand, taken in her mouth, and buried deep in her pussy. He would have liked to know what she sounded like when she was getting sexually excited enough to cum. He would have liked to see her have an orgasm. Yet, now that he had a dream of her being gangbanged by a dozen men, he had a sense of what she would sound like and look like when having an orgasm. He remained undaunted in his sexual desire not to continue in the sexual and incestuous seduction of his mother. Persevering in his hoped for mother's lust for him, he wondered if his mother told him that she hasn't been sexually intimate with a man in a long time as her hint for him to be sexually intimate with her now. With him not an expert in reading women, confounded and now sexually frustrated, he wished he knew how his mother truly felt about him, about him hopefully seeing her naked soon, and about them possibly and hopefully inevitably having incestuous sex. Wishing he was more sexually sophisticated, he wished he could read between the lines to discern her real meaning and why she suddenly stopped when he so wanted to continue. Confused by her actions and then more confused by her words, did she sexually want him or not? He wished he could volunteer his sexual services to her clinically without all the feelings of the forbidden and the guilt of incest. Yet, with her his mother and not just some woman he picked up at a bar, he didn't know how to broach that subject with her without sounding perversely ridiculous. No longer on the same page, with their brief physical, incestuously, sexual interaction, there was now a stone wall between what he felt and what she was obviously feeling or not feeling. Only, instead of encouraging his sexual, incestuous behavior, seemingly she closed the door on that chapter of their mother and son relationship. * * * * * Maybe he's too nice. Maybe because she's his mother and he's her son, he's too respectful of her. Maybe she wanted him to take her. Maybe she wanted to be taken by a man and by him, her son. Maybe she likes it rough. Maybe she wanted to and needed to be forced a little bit. Maybe her no meant yes. Maybe he's giving up on her too quickly. Maybe playing a bit hard to get, she's playing a game that he didn't even know he was playing. Maybe he's just a pawn in her game of sexual chess and he had no idea where to move his king next before being taken by the queen. 'WTF? What should I do now? Should I make a move or play it cool and wait to see if she comes to me?' He had no idea what to do other than to respect his mother's wishes and cool his jets. Only, in the way that she instantly, sexually excited him, she instantly turned it off just as quickly. As if she had a sexual on and off switch, he changing her mind happened that quickly. He'll never understand women. He's still reeling from her kisses. He can still taste her in his mouth. When he was rubbing her pussy through her panty, he wished he had pushed her back on her bed and stripped her naked. Maybe that's what she really wants. Maybe she wants to be physically used and sexually abused. Maybe she needs to be forced to preserve her role as the respectable, moral, and modest mother. Maybe she wants the responsibility of their incestuous affair and the sexual onus on him. If he chose not to take no for an answer then she'd be free of guilt and remorse and he'd be guilty of forcing his mother to have sex with him. Obviously, with him not yet knowing the rules, this was a game that he needed to play to master. How can she go from making out with him and allowing him to touch and feel her in a sexual way to telling him what they experienced was a mistake and is wrong? He didn't understand how something that felt so good could be so wrong. He didn't understand any of it. Only, with him kissing her, French kissing her, while feeling her hot body through her clothes, even if he never kisses and touches his mother again in a sexual way, he'll take that memory to his grave. He'll be masturbating over all that he touched and felt of his mother. He'll be masturbating over her hand feeling his erect cock through his jeans. "You're my son and I'm your mother. This must never happen again. Okay? You mustn't kiss me in that sexual way," she said fluttering her eyelashes while seemingly swooning by the thought of him kissing her. If he wasn't so confused and had the presence of mind, if only he was more sexually experienced and knew more about women, he would have taken her in his arms and kissed her, French kissed her. Yet, because of all that she said in not wanting to continue their incestuous relationship, he didn't take her in his arms and kiss her. "Okay," he said agreeing not to kiss her when he suspected that she wanted to be kissed. She looked at him seemingly disappointed that he agreed not to kiss her. "You mustn't touch and feel me in that sexual way just as I must never touch and feel you in that sexual way either. We must control our sexual impulses," she said looking at him with wanton desire as if she wanted him to touch and feel her when she just told him that she didn't want him to touch and feel her. He was as confused having this interaction with his mother as he was confused when buying a used car at the used car dealership. After a while with the salesman talking to him and talking at him, he was willing to sign anything just to leave. Now he felt the same way with his mother. He didn't know if he should leave or stay. Embarrassed, sexually frustrated, and feeling rejected, he just wanted to run to his room and hide. He just wanted to watch her undressing from behind the two-way mirror while masturbating over French kissing her and over all that he touched and felt of her beautiful body. "Okay," he said. "I understand Mother. I'm sorry." Still feeling sexually frustrated, a huge understatement, with her seemingly the innocent one and with him the pervert soon to be peeping at her undressing, he felt responsible for making an incestuous pass at her. He felt guilty for parting her lips with his tongue. He felt perversely perverted for feeling her ass through her short skirt, her breasts through her blouse, her nipples through her bra, and her pussy through her panty. With her so innocent, so good, and so morally modest, how dare he take incestuous, sexual advantage of his mother? He could never look her in the eye again while thinking of her feeling his cock through his jeans. Mirror, Mirror on the Wall Ch. 04 "We must respect one another and must maintain our morally appropriate boundaries. We mustn't have sex Joey," she said shaking her head from side to side as if she needed that extra bit of negativity to convince him and herself that what they did was wrong. "We mustn't have sex," she said again as if the first time was for his benefit and the second time was for her benefit. "Okay?" This time she nodded her head up and down as if trying to convince herself that having sex with her son wasn't permissible. As if she was talking nonsense and talking to someone else, Joey looked at his mother with pained exasperation peppered with sexual frustration. When he was kissing her, French kissing her, and feeling his mother where no son should ever feel their mother, he was so sexually excited. Then, when he moved her hand to his cock and she felt his sexual passion through his jeans, no doubt about it, he was certain that they were going to have sex. Now, as if she had used him, teased him, enticed him, and sexually abused him, he felt deceived. He felt foolish. Totally confused and still so very sexually excited over what just happened, what ruined his feeling of sexual arousal was that he felt played. Embraced as her soon to be lover, he felt rejected. He felt ridiculous in thinking that his mother would ever have sex with him. So sexually frustrated now, all he wanted to do was to run in his room and masturbate over all that just happened and all that he touched and felt of his mother while kissing her. Now, other than having a ton of masturbation material, he's back to where he started and where he was before with him still sexually frustrated and incestuously lusting over his mother. With him horny, sad, confused, lonely, and longing to have sex with his mother, yet maybe now that the ice is broken this will happen again. Now he had even more hope than he ever had before that he'll soon be having sex with his mother. Maybe this time, he'll get her drunk and make his move then. Maybe the next time, he'll be more aggressive. Maybe the next time, he won't take no for an answer. Maybe the next time she goes to a clothed female, nude male, CFNM, striptease show and comes home drunk and horny, she'll give him all that he wants and more and he'll give her all that she needs and more. "Okay, mother. I'm sorry for pressuring you. I'll try and control my sexual impulses. I'll respect our boundaries," said Joe with sadness peppered with sexual frustration. "I just want you to know that if you ever change your mind about us being intimate and having a sexual relationship, I'm here for you," he said and immediately kicking himself for saying that. As if he was a little puppy drooling all over his mother, there he goes again playing the fool. Only, even after having an open and honest conversation about their not having sex, he had no intention of respecting her boundaries by respecting her wishes of morality and respectability. With them having already opened up Pandora's Box by kissing one another and sexually feeling one another, there was no way to close that box now. Just as he intended from the start, he'll be trampling the boundaries very soon by hopefully watching his mother strip down to her panty and bra, topless, and hopefully even naked from behind the two-way mirror he had installed in her bedroom. He couldn't wait to see more of his mother. He couldn't wait to see her in all manner of undress. He couldn't wait to watch him give her a slow striptease. Not leaving their party empty handed, at least he had that, the ability to watch his mother undressing and dressing while he masturbated to all that she was showing him of her beautiful body. Hopefully, at least he'll soon be seeing his mother in her bra and panty, topless, or maybe even naked. At least he'll finally see what she looks like in her sexy underwear, topless, and naked. He couldn't wait to see her in her underwear, topless, and naked. As if a runaway train ran through his mind, all he could think about is watching her unbuttoning her blouse and unbuttoning and unzipping her short skirt. All he could think about is watching her reach behind herself to unhook her bra and slide down her panties. All he could think about was seeing his mother in her bra and panty, before seeing her topless, and hopefully before seeing her naked. Giving him lifelong memories and plenty of masturbation fodder, he only wished he could be in the room with her while she undressed. He only wished he could return the favor and parade around her naked in the way she'll soon be unknowingly parading around him naked. As if giving him a sexy striptease show, if he can't have sex with her, at least he can masturbate while watching her strip off her clothes. At least, she'll unwittingly be giving him a private, personal, sexy show of her MILF of a hot body every day while she dresses and undresses and while he strokes his cock. Yet, with his head still spinning from her French kisses and from his errantly sexual touches, without having to get her drunk or drug her, as if they were two horny teenagers the first time left without adult supervision, he couldn't believe he made out with his mother. He couldn't believe he felt his mother through her clothes while she felt his cock through his jeans. Not only couldn't he believe he French kissed her but also he couldn't believe she returned his French kisses. Not only couldn't he believe that he felt her ass through her skirt, felt her breasts through her blouse, fingered her nipples through her bra, and cupped and rubbed her pussy through her panty but also he couldn't believe she felt his cock through his jeans. His sexual fantasy come true, he'll carry the memory of making out with his mother forever. Having to run his mind over it again and again, he actually French kissed his mother. Still trying to wrap his head around that one sexual no-no, he still couldn't believe that she allowed him to actually French kiss her. Showing him the same sexual passion that he felt for her, he couldn't believe he had his tongue in her mouth. He couldn't believe she returned his kisses with her kisses and had her tongue in his mouth. He couldn't believe that he felt his mother through her clothes while kissing and kissing her. With her skirt raised nearly to her waist and his horny hand under her skirt and in between her legs, he couldn't believe he felt her ass and stuck his hand between her legs to feel her panty clad pussy. Something that he still couldn't wrap his head around, as if he had dreamt the whole thing, he couldn't believe he felt her tits through her blouse and her nipples through her bra. Then, for her to end it before it even started, he felt for sure that he'd be having sex with his mother. He felt for sure that he'd be licking her while fingering before making love to her. He felt for sure that he'd be fucking her and she'd be sucking him. He felt for sure that this was the beginning of something beautiful. Now that he French kissed her, touched her, and felt her, he wanted her even more than he's ever wanted her before. Where before, his incestuous, sexual thoughts of his mother were just a fantasy, after what happened tonight, being sexually intimate with his mother just became more of his reality. Not to be denied, after going this far in his sexual seduction of his mother, maybe one day soon, she'll agree to have sex with him. Maybe one day soon, putting aside that they're mother and son, she'll sexually want him as much as he sexually wants her. Willing to do just that, to get her drunk, maybe it will take him to get her drunk for her to let down her barriers of mother and son incest. Instead of pushing him away for slipping her his tongue, which he expected her to do, he couldn't believe she returned his kiss and French kissed him too. As if he was kissing someone else, someone other than his mother, lost in her kisses, her kisses blanked his mind. Never has he been kissed like that before with such sexual passion. Never has any woman blanked his mind while kissing him. Never has he been as sexually excited just by a kiss, just a touch, and just a feel. Instead of slapping his face for feeling her through her clothes, he couldn't believe she allowed him to touch her and to feel her. Instead of brushing down her skirt when he raised it and instead of pushing him away when he stuck his horny hand between her legs, he still couldn't believe she allowed him to finger her pussy through her panties. Instead of pulling her hand away when he moved it to his cock, she kept her hand there while he squeezed it for her to feel the hardness of his cock through his jeans. How could something that felt so right be so wrong? Now he knew that, even though she was unable to control herself then but was somehow able to more control herself now, his mother sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. While she was French kissing him and he was feeling her through her clothes, he was the most hopeful he's ever been that they'd be having sex. Only, with her pushing him away, abandoning all hope, he somehow knew that their sexually, forbidden relationship would never come to fruition. * * * * * The best sexually, intimate interaction he's ever experienced with anyone without even having sex with her was what he just experienced with his mother just now by kissing her and feeling her sensational body through her clothes. Even though she refused to have sex with him, he still had her sexy, Nude Day, striptease show to look forward to with him seeing her and watching her undressing in front of the newly installed, two-way mirror. Now, finally hoping to see his mother in her bra and panty, topless, and maybe even naked, he couldn't wait for her to ready herself for bed. He couldn't wait to watch her strip off her clothes. He couldn't wait to see her in her bra and panty. He couldn't wait to see her topless. He couldn't wait to see her naked. He couldn't wait to see her tits, her pussy, and/or her ass. As if a little kid waiting for Santa to arrive at Christmas, he couldn't wait to watch his mother undress. He couldn't wait. He just couldn't wait. Maybe while she's in bed and thinking she's alone and no one can see her, she'll touch herself in the way that he touches himself when thinking of seeing his mother naked and having sex with his mother's naked body. Maybe she'll touch herself while thinking of having wild, incestuous sex with his naked body. Maybe she'll touch herself because of all that happened between them earlier today. Maybe while masturbating herself, she'll imagine him kissing her and feeling her through her clothes while she imagines fondling his cock through her jeans. She is human after all, as she admitted to him, and she does get horny. Maybe while she's in bed and thinking she's alone and no one knows what she's doing, she'll give him a sexy masturbation show. He'd love to watch his mother playing with her pussy while feeling her tits and fingering her nipples. He'd love to watch his mother having an orgasm while thinking that she's alone in her room and thinking that no one can see her masturbating herself. Maybe after he kissed her and felt her through her clothes, she's feeling as sexually frustrated as he's feeling now. Maybe just as he can't wait to be alone with his bad self to masturbate over all that just happened between them, she can't wait to be alone with her bad self either to masturbate over all that happened between them too. Still unable to wrap his brain around it, he couldn't believe he French kissed his mother and she returned his French kisses. Kissing and kissing him, he couldn't believe she kissed him as if they were lovers instead of mother and son. He couldn't believe he felt and squeezed her perfect ass, albeit through her short skirt and panty. He couldn't believe he felt her breasts and fingered her nipples, albeit through her blouse and bra. He couldn't believe he lifted her short skirt nearly to her waist to expose her white, bikini panties to his horny eyes. He couldn't believe she allowed him to reach his horny hand beneath her skirt to feel and cup her panty clad pussy in the palm of his hand while sliding a slow, purposeful finger along her pussy slit. Sexual memories he'll always have, he just couldn't believe he made out with his mother. Now in hindsight with him perhaps never getting another chance like this even again, he only wished he had pushed her panty aside with his finger and rubbed her clit and finger fucked his mother. He would have loved to feel his long, stiff fingers slide inside of his mother's warm, wet cunt. He would have loved to know if she was just as slippery wet as he was totally hard. He would have loved to masturbate her. He would have loved to hear her cum and watch her have an orgasm. Then, when he moved her hand down to touch him and she didn't resist nor pull away, he couldn't believe she felt his cock through his pants. In the way he felt his mother's tits, ass, and pussy through her clothes, he couldn't' believe his mother felt his cock through his jeans. He only wished he had the nerve and the incestuous audacity to expose his naked prick to his mother. He would have loved to have pulled out his cock and put it in her hand before sticking it in her mouth and burying it in her pussy. Then, she said the words he was hoping to hear her say. "I'm tired. It's been a long day. I need to get ready for bed," she said. "Thank you for my birthday gift, Joey," she said kissing him again, this time much longer than she normally kisses him but without parting his lips with her tongue and French kissing him. 'Huh? Wait. What did she just say? Did I hear her correctly? It's been a long day, she's tired, and she wants to get ready for bed.' As if he was living a sexual fantasy or stuck in a sexy dream, his mother wants to get ready for bed? She's tired and she wants to undress herself in readiness for bed. Knowing the precise ramifications of his mother getting ready for bed, he was just as sexually excited now as he was before when making out with his mother. Oh, my God. He couldn't wait to watch her undress herself. He couldn't wait to see her parading around her bedroom in her panty and bra. He couldn't wait to watch her stand in front of the two-way mirror that he installed in her room and remove her brassiere. He couldn't wait to see his mother's tits. Hoping to God that she'd strip naked before putting on her nightgown, he couldn't wait for her to slide down her panties. He couldn't wait to see her naked ass. He couldn't wait to know if her pussy is shaved, trimmed, or bushy. He couldn't wait. He just couldn't wait. With him unable to think of anything else but his mother wanting to get ready for bed, he was so very sexual excited in anticipation to watch her undressing. His mother is going to be undressing while he's watching. He couldn't believe it. As if he was standing there right in front of her while watching her, he couldn't wait to leave her room and return to his room to watch her strip off her clothes. As if he was reciting a mantra, a litany of sexual phrases, he couldn't wait to see her in her panty and bra. He couldn't wait to see her topless. He couldn't wait to hopefully see her naked. Suddenly, as if she was already standing in front of the two-way mirror and stripping off her clothes, he imagined her undressing. As if she was removing her clothes already, he could see her unbuttoning and removing her blouse, unbuttoning, unzipping, and removing her short skirt, and stripping off her bra and panty. Normally, he would have been sad to have this impromptu sexual, birthday party prematurely end, but he was happy that he'd be watching his mother stripping off her clothes sooner than later while he was masturbating over her striptease show. He couldn't wait to see all that he hoped to see of her. 'Get ready for bed? His mother wants to get ready for bed.' As if it was time for Santa to arrive with Christmas presents, filled with the sexual anticipation of seeing his mother in all manner o of undress, he's never been as sexually excited as he was now. His brain was on fire with incestuous, sexual reality that he'd soon be seeing his mother without her clothes. With him masturbating while watching his mother hopefully stripping topless before stripping herself naked, he only hoped she didn't realize that she was standing in front of a two-way mirror, just as he hoped that she'd leave her bedroom light on while undressing. After sexually lusting over her for six, long, sexually frustrating years, he couldn't wait to see his mother without her clothes. She'll be undressing soon and stripping off her clothes to show him her underwear clad, topless, and/or naked body. He couldn't wait to see her in her bra and panty. He couldn't wait to see her topless. He couldn't wait to see her tits. He couldn't wait to see her naked. He couldn't wait to see her ass and her pussy. With him already so very sexually excited, he couldn't wait to see his mother in all manners of undress. He couldn't wait. He just couldn't wait. He looked at her knowing that as soon as he's alone in his room that he'd be masturbating over kissing her while feeling her and while watching her hopefully stripping down to her bra and panty, topless, and/or naked. He looked at her knowing that as soon as he's alone in his room that he'd be masturbating over remembering her feeling, fingering, and squeezing his cock through his jeans. He looked at her knowing that as soon as he's alone in her room, he'll be masturbating over watching her stripping off her clothes. He looked at her knowing that as soon as she stripped off her clothes, he'll be masturbating himself while imagining him touching and feeling her naked body while imagining them having sex. Topless, topless, topless, he couldn't wait to watch his mother remove her blouse and bra. Topless, topless, topless, he couldn't wait to see his mother topless. Topless, topless, topless, he couldn't wait to see his mother's tits. Having only seen partial down nightgown peeks of the tops of her breasts and her long, sexy line of cleavage, he couldn't wait to have a prolonged peep of her naked breasts. He couldn't wait to see her areolas and her nipples. He couldn't wait to see what he's never seen before but always wanted to see. Naked, naked, naked, he couldn't wait to watch his mother remove her short skirt and her panties after removing her blouse and bra. He couldn't wait to see his mother naked. Naked, naked, naked, he couldn't wait to see his mother's naked ass and naked pussy. Finally, he'd know if she's trimmed, bushy, or bald. Having only imagined what she looks like without her clothes, finally and hopefully, he was going to see his mother naked. "Okay mother. Good night," he said giving her a peck on the lips before leaving her bedroom. "Happy birthday. As if going behind a wall in a peep booth, which is essentially what he's doing, he left her room for his room. * * * * * That night, while his mother readied herself for bed, as if he was a stealth intruder, a peeping Tom, in his own house, Joe quietly entered his bedroom with his bedroom light turned off. He was as nervous as he was sexually excited. As if removing a picture from a huge, wall safe where he kept something so very valuable, he removed his nearly wall sized, 6' x 4', reproduction picture of Oscar Wilde's character, Dorian Grey, from his wall and moved it to the floor to lean it up against a chair. Actually, more valuable than gold, jewels, and/or money, what was standing behind that wall was more valuable than any possession he owned, not that he owned her. His mother Beatrice, or Betty, as she so fondly liked to be called was standing behind that wall getting ready to undress. She was getting ready to remove her clothes. She was getting ready to strip down to her underwear. She was getting ready to remove her bra to finally show him her naked tits. She was hopefully getting ready to remove her panties too to show him her round, firm ass or her shaved, trimmed, or bushy cunt. Mirror, Mirror on the Wall Ch. 04 Unaware that he was watching her and peeping on her, his mother was standing behind his bedroom wall and in her bedroom. As she does every night when readying herself for bed, she was getting ready to remove her clothes to put on one of her sexy nightgowns. Ready to give him an unsuspecting striptease show, his mother was getting ready to undress. Ready to unwittingly show him what he's been waiting so very long to see, his mother was getting ready to strip down to her underwear, her bra and her panty, topless, and/or even naked. His mother would soon be removing her low cut, button blouse and her short, sexy skirt. Soon, he'll see her in her underwear. Soon, he'll see her parading around her bedroom wearing just her revealing white, low cut bra and her sexy, matching bikini panty. Hopefully, soon, unless she wears her bra and/or panty to bed, his mother was getting ready to remove her bra and maybe even her panty. Soon, definitely seeing her in her underwear, hopefully he'll see her topless and maybe even naked. He was so sexually excited that he couldn't contain himself. With the thoughts of his mother nearly naked and naked running through his mind like a runaway train, all he could think about was seeing her in her underwear, topless, and/or naked. Readying himself for some hot, sexual action, he unzipped his pants, pulled out his cock, and slowly stroked himself. As if giving her a suggestive thought in the way that a hypnotist gives a subject the power of suggestion, he stroked his cock a little faster while thinking of seeing her in her bra and panty. He stroked himself a little faster while thinking of seeing her topless, topless, topless. He stroked himself a little faster while imagining what she'd look like naked, naked, naked. He couldn't wait to see his mother topless. He couldn't wait to see his mother's tits. He couldn't wait to see the shape of her big breasts along with her areolas and nipples. Giving her another suggestive thought, he stroked his cock while thinking of her naked, naked, naked. He couldn't wait to see his mother naked. He couldn't wait to see her naked ass and her naked pussy. He hoped to God that she didn't wear her panties to bed. There, as if he was standing in her bedroom with her, he watched her come into view to stand in front of her mirror. As if she was a live performer on stage, his personal, pornographic stripper, she was ready to undress. Giving her his focused attention, he stopped stroking himself to watch her undress. Then, fondling the head of his cock to maintain his erection, he ever so slowly started stroking himself again. "Perfect," he said as if watching a much anticipated nude scene on TV or his favorite, female actress in a movie. Watching her as if she was a magician about to show him a magic trick, his mother unbuttoned her blouse one, slow button at a time. While staring at her fingertips, he stared at every button that she unbuttoned. Waiting to see what each unbuttoned, button revealed, he couldn't wait to see his mother without her blouse. He only wished it was his fingers unbuttoning her buttons while feeling her breasts through her blouse and fingering her nipples through her bra. He only wished he was in her room with her while undressing her or while watching her undress herself. After lusting over her for all of these years, six, long, frustrating years, while wondering what she looked like without her clothes, finally, he was going to see her in her bra and panty, topless, and perhaps even naked. Sexy, so very sexy, he trembled at the sexually exciting, imagined thoughts of seeing his mother standing before him in her bra and panties. Topless, topless, topless, he couldn't even fathom the thought of his mother unhooking and removing her bra to stand there before him topless. He couldn't wait for his mother to remove her bra so that he could see her topless. He couldn't wait to see his mother's tits. Naked, naked, naked, he couldn't imagine his mother removing her bra and her panty to stand in her bedroom and in front of the two-way mirror naked. Hoping to God she went to bed without her bra and/or panties, he couldn't wait to finally see her naked. He couldn't wait to see her naked ass as much as he couldn't wait to see his mother's naked pussy. Glad that his mother didn't know that she was standing in front of a two-way mirror, this magical mirror was the best birthday gift he ever bought for her and for himself. As if he was an omniscient God, his sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't believe he was finally watching his mother undressing. While she mindlessly stared at Joey's hand painted artwork on the other side of the wall, unaware that he was watching her, staring at her, leering at her, and ogling her, she gave him a slow striptease. He only hoped that she didn't suspect that the mirror he installed is a two-way mirror. If she suspected that he was spying on her and peeping on her while watching her undressing and hopefully stripping herself naked, no doubt, she'd stop undressing. If she knew he was able to see her that would ruin everything. If only she knew that he was watching her undressing, no doubt, until he removed the mirror and fixed her wall, she'd be undressing in the bathroom. In anticipation of masturbating himself to his mother's sexy striptease show and hopefully his mother's naked image, Joey kicked off his sneakers. Wishing his mother was in his bedroom with him to watch him strip naked in the way he hoped he'd get to watch her strip naked, he unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and removed them. Wishing his mother was helping him to undress in the way that he'd loved to help her undress, he removed his shirt, tee shirt, underwear, and socks. Now naked, if only celebrating the nude holiday by himself and with himself, this was his personal way of vicariously celebrating Nude Day with his mother. Even though they were in separate rooms and separated by a mere two-way mirrored wall, Joey stripped himself naked while watching his mother undress and while hoping that she'd soon be stripping naked too. He took his cock in hand and slowly stroked himself to the sexy, striptease show that his mother was unknowingly giving him. If only she knew he was watching her and peeping on her while she undressed, wishing she'd be sexually aroused to know that he had been spying on her, instead she'd be so pissed. No doubt, she'd feel so sexually used, abused, and violated. No doubt, she'd be so disappointed in him. With him ruining his chances of ever having sex with her, no doubt, she'd never understand him spying on her and peeping on her while she was undressing. Having never seen her in her bra and panty before, he hoped that he'd be seeing her in her bra and panty not only now but also again and again. Topless, topless, topless, having never seen her topless before, he hoped that he'd be seeing her topless now. He couldn't wait to see her big tits, her nipples, and her areolas. Naked, naked, naked, having never seen her naked before, he hoped he'd be seeing her naked now. He couldn't wait to see her round, firm ass, and her shaved, trimmed, or naked pussy. He was so happy that he had the forethought to install this two-way mirror as his birthday gift to his mother. For sure, this two-way mirror was as much a birthday gift for her as it was a Nude Day and every day gift for him. From this day forward, with every day and every night Nude Day, he'll be watching his mother dress and undress while masturbating himself to her sexy, unwittingly, striptease show. Every day, day and night, he'll be monitoring his mother hoping that she'll masturbate herself while he watches her having an orgasm. Maybe one day, he'll summon the courage to walk in her bedroom when she's masturbating and just as she's cumming. 'Boy,' he thought to himself, 'wouldn't that be something to catch her not only masturbating herself but also watching her having an orgasm?' He imagined silently opening her bedroom door. He imagined her laying on her bed with her eyes closed, her knees bent, her legs spread, and with the fingers of her right hand buried up to her knuckles in her pussy. He imagined her rubbing her clit with her vibrator and/or fucking herself with her dildo. He imagined the fingers of her left hand pulling, turning, and twisting her erect nipples. He imagined walking up to her bed and shocking her as much as he hoped to sexually surprise her. "Mom? Oops. Sorry Mom," he imagined feigning his apology. "I didn't know you were masturbating." With her lying on her back naked and with her legs spread, he imagined staring at her big breasts, her erect nipples, her brown areolas, and her pink, wet pussy. "May I give you a finger, a hand, a tongue, or a cock," he imagined asking her while she continued masturbating herself before abruptly stopping as soon as he asked her that question. Obviously embarrassed that he caught her playing with herself, he imagined her quickly pulling the sheet over her nakedness. "Joey! What are you doing in my room? Did you knock? I didn't hear you knock," he imagined her saying to him. * * * * * Hoping beyond hope, if only she'd strip topless, he'd be so happy. He'd love nothing more than to see his mother's beautiful, C cup breasts. He'd love nothing more than to see her areolas and her nipples. He only wished he was in the room with her while watching her undress. He'd love nothing more than to unhook and to remove his mother's bra while reaching around her to feel her breasts through her bra. Then, once she removed her bra, he'd love nothing more than to feel and fondled her big breasts while fingering, pulling, turning, and twisting her erect nipples. He'd love nothing more than to have sex with his mother's topless and/or naked body. Yet, with only the width of this mere mirror between them, he was so close and yet so far. Sometimes he felt as if he was in the room with her and other times he felt as if he was a quarter of a mile away while watching her through binoculars instead of peeping on her through a two-way mirror. He watched as she exposed the top of her long, sexy line of cleavage, the tops of her meaty breasts, and the top of her bra. Slowly removing her clothes while staring up at her Disney characters, his mother was undressing in front of the newly installed two-way mirror. He couldn't believe his mother was undressing without even suspecting him of peeping on her. He continued watching her as she unbuttoned her blouse, removed it, folded it, and hung it on a hanger in her closet. He watched her walk around her room in her bra and short skirt. Then, holding his breath, as if there was a drumroll and strippers' music going off in his head, he watched her unbutton and unzip her short skirt. He couldn't believe his eyes when he watched her skirt fall to the sexual sensation of his cock erecting up. He couldn't believe his eyes when he saw his mother's white, bikini panties. Something he's never seen before and something he's always wanted to see, he watched his mother walk around her room wearing just her white, low cut bra and her matching white, bikini panties. From doing yoga and Pilates, with a flat, toned stomach, shapely legs and arms, and a round, firm ass, in the way that Jane Fonda still looks phenomenal for her age, his mother still has a beautiful body. She has the body of a 30-year-old woman instead of a 7-year-old MILF. With his mother, Betty, having the same genetic makeup of her mother who lived to be 90-years-old and who never even had to dye her red hair, no one would ever think she was 47-years-old today, her birthday. No one would ever suspect that she has a 27-year-old daughter and a 24-year-old son. Enjoying the show of her nearly naked body, he stared at the tops of his mother's jiggling, bra clad breasts before looking to see what he could see of his mother between her shapely legs. Staring between her sexy legs while she stood in front of the mirror to brush her nearly shoulder length, dark hair, he imagined eating her pussy as he did in his dreams with her on the nude beach. With her panties tightly conforming to her beautiful body, he saw his mother's pussy mound, her camel toe, and her pussy slit. He remembered feeling her through her panties. Regrettably, he only wished he had the nerve to push her panties aside with his finger and/or to stick his hand down her elastic band and inside of her panties while cupping her cunt, rubbing her clit, and finger fucking her pussy. When he was French kissing her and feeling her through her clothes, he wondered if she was as wet then as he was hard. He wondered if she was still as wet now as he was still hard over the anticipated thoughts of seeing his mother topless and/or naked. He'd love to know what she was thinking and if she was thinking about him French kissing her while feeling her through her clothes. He'd love to know what she was feeling and if she was just as sexually frustrated and horny as he was. He wondered if she was sexually thinking about him in the way he was sexually thinking about her. He wondered if she was thinking as much about him naked as he was thinking about her topless and/or naked. No telling now, but maybe if he had stuck his hand down her panties, he may have experienced more of her sexual passion by feeling her wetness while fingering her pussy. Maybe if he had pushed her panties aside with his finger, rubbed her clit and fucked her with his finger, she wouldn't had been able to resist him from seducing her and making love to her before fucking her. Maybe if he had fingered her wetness with one hand while unzipping himself and pulling out his cock with his other hand, she would have taken him in her hand before taking him in her mouth. Maybe had he been more aggressively forceful with her and had he sexually aroused her by rubbing her swollen clit while fingering her wet pussy with one hand and fingering her nipples with his other hand, they'd already be licking, sucking, and fucking by now. He'd love nothing more than to be in her bedroom with her while she was naked. He'd love nothing better than to make love to his mother before fucking his mother, really fucking her hard, hard enough for her to have an orgasm from his cock being buried inside of her. She did allow him to kiss her, French kiss her, while feeling her through her clothes. For her to allow him to French kiss her while feeling her through her clothes, at that moment, she must have sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. Then, saying something he never expected to hear, with her admitting that she's sometimes horny, she even admitted that she's human with sexual needs too. Maybe his mother allowing him to French kiss and make out with her while he felt her beautiful body was her not so subtle hint for him to continue seducing her. Maybe he shouldn't have taken no for an answer. Maybe he should have been more forcefully aggressive with her. Maybe he should have been more of a leading man with her being more of his sexy starlet. Maybe he shouldn't have stopped kissing her and feeling her but continued sexually seducing her. Maybe he should have stripped off her clothes and pushed her back on her bed and fucked her right then and right there. In hindsight, without doubt, he never should have stopped kissing her, touching her, and feeling her. In hindsight, without doubt, he never should have taken no for an answer. If only he was more of an experienced lover, he would have read between the lines enough to have seduced her. Now with that moment gone, he'd have to start all over again to put the sexual moves on his mother. At least, all is not lost. While masturbating himself, at least he has this striptease show of watching his mother undress to keep him occupied and sexually satisfied. Hoping beyond hope, he wondered if she'd have to strip naked to put on her nightgown. Hoping beyond hope, he hoped she didn't wear her bra and/or her panties to bed. Before putting on her sexy nightgown, he'd love to watch her remove her bra before removing her panties. He'd love to see her tits along with her pussy and her incredible ass. He couldn't wait to see his mother topless before seeing her naked. As if he was there in the room with her, he couldn't believe he was watching his mother undress. Then, he realized whenever she was parading around him in just her nightgown, she wasn't wearing a bra but she was wearing panties. Chances are he'll see his mother topless but not naked. Chances are he'll see her tits but not her pussy and ass. Chances are she'll strip down to her panties but will leave those on before putting on her nightgown. Seemingly as if she was looking right at him instead of staring in her mirror, he watched her mindlessly staring at her bedroom wall again and at the Disney characters he painted before she returned her focused attention to stare at her reflection in her mirror. As if she could see him and/or as if she knew he was there, her stare was disturbingly alarming. While watching her stare at Snow White and the seven dwarfs, he watched her reach behind her back to unhook her bra. He held his breath in the sexual anticipation of her removing her bra. Then, as if she knew he was there watching her, she stared at the mirror while removing her brassiere. This is it. This is really it. He was finally going to see his mother's tits. He couldn't believe he was finally going to see his mother's tits. Painstakingly slow, as if there was a drumroll and stripper's music playing through his head again, as if she was purposely teasing him, he watched her remove one, slow bra strap at a time before removing one, slow bra cup at a time. Then, as if he was imagining things, as if he was seeing things, as if a symphonic orchestra played a loud crescendo heralding the end of a classical music piece, she was topless. His mother's tits were right there before him. He was seeing his mother's tits. He couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's big tits. 'Ta da!' Just like that, what seemed like tortuous teasing before was over now. In an instant, she removed her bra. His mother was topless and her big breasts were right there in front of his horny eyes. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He was seeing his mother's tits, her nipples, and her areolas. He couldn't believe his mother was topless. He couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's big, naked breasts. Finally for the first time, other than the dozens of down nightgowns she's given him when he saw of the tops of her meaty breasts and her long, line of sexy cleavage, he couldn't believe he never saw her whole breasts before. He never saw her areolas. He never saw her nipples. Now, for the first time, he was seeing the entirety of his mother's shapely, naked breasts. He couldn't believe he was seeing the entire shape of her shapely breasts, her areolas, and her nipples. "Fuck me. Oh, my God," he said for no one to hear. "She has quite the rack, quite the rack, indeed. She has beautiful breasts. I love my mother's big tits. I can't wait to touch them, feel them, and suck them. I can't wait for her to hang her tits over me while I'm fucking her. I can't wait to spin her around, bend her over, and fuck her like a dog while hanging onto her big boobs. I can't wait to fondle her breasts and finger her nipples while she sucks my cock." So close and yet so far, as if he could reach out and touch them, feel them, fondle them, and suck them, his mother's tits were right there before his horny eyes. Her nipples were already erect as if she was cold or sexually aroused. Maybe with him kissing her and feeling her, he had sexually aroused her as much as she had sexually aroused him. He only wished he was in the room with her. He only wished her could touch, feel, fondle, and suck her big tits. He'd love to come up behind her and press his naked body against her panty clad ass while reaching up to cup her big breasts in his big, horny hands while slowly sliding his fingers across her erect nipples. He'd love to pull, turn, and twist her nipples before sucking her nipples. Mirror, Mirror on the Wall Ch. 04 Holding his breath again while wondering if she was going to remove her panties or just slip her nightgown on over her topless body, he watched her insert her manicure fingertips in her panty band and ever so slowly push down her panty. "Holy shit," he said for no one to hear. "She's removing her panties." He couldn't believe she was removing her panties. Maybe she didn't sleep in panties. Maybe not wanting to give him an up nightgown view of her pussy, she put on a fresh pair before emerging from her bedroom in her nightgown. Yet, whatever, whether she slept in panties or not and whether she put on a fresh pair of panties before emerging from her bedroom in the morning, he was glad that she was removing her panties in front of him now. Again, as if there was another drumroll and strippers' music playing through his head, he watched his mother ever so slowly remove her panties. Pussy, pussy, pussy, he couldn't believe he was about to see his mother's pussy. Again, as if sexually teasing him, ever so slowly lowering her panty past her belly button and past her pubic bone, as if suddenly happening in slow motion, he watched as she exposed the top of her black, trimmed pussy to his horny eyes. Pussy, pussy, pussy, he couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's black, trimmed, pubic hair. Then, with one finally push down, cunt, cunt, cunt, he saw his mother's camel toe and her pussy slit. As if he was seeing it in a dream or in a sexual fantasy, he couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's cunt. He couldn't believe he was seeing his mother topless. He couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's tits, her areolas, and her nipples. He couldn't believe he was seeing his mother naked. "Oh, my God. I can't believe my mother is naked. I'm finally seeing my mother naked. I can't believe this. I don't believe my eyes," he said. To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Mirror, Mirror on the Wall Ch. 05 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. * A loving son buys his beautiful mother, Beatrice, a special mirror for her to admire herself while getting dressed, undressed, and ready for bed. Review from chapter Four Hoping beyond hope, he wondered if she'd have to strip naked to put on her nightgown. Hoping beyond hope, he hoped she didn't wear her bra and/or her panties to bed. Before putting on her sexy nightgown, he'd love to watch her remove her bra before removing her panties. He'd love to see her tits along with her pussy and her incredible ass. He couldn't wait to see his mother topless before seeing her naked. As if he was there in the room with her, he couldn't believe he was watching his mother undress. Then, he realized whenever she was parading around him in just her nightgown, she wasn't wearing a bra but she was wearing panties. Chances are he'll see his mother topless but not naked. Chances are he'll see her tits but not her pussy and ass. Chances are she'll strip down to her panties but will leave those on before putting on her nightgown. Seemingly as if she was looking right at him instead of staring in her mirror, he watched her mindlessly staring at her bedroom wall again and at the Disney characters he painted before she returned her focused attention to stare at her reflection in her mirror. As if she could see him and/or as if she knew he was there, her stare was disturbingly alarming. While watching her stare at Snow White and the seven dwarfs, he watched her reach behind her back to unhook her bra. He held his breath in the sexual anticipation of her removing her bra. Then, as if she knew he was there watching her, she stared at the mirror while removing her brassiere. This is it. This is really it. He was finally going to see his mother's tits. He couldn't believe he was finally going to see his mother's tits. Painstakingly slow, as if there was a drumroll and stripper's music playing through his head again, as if she was purposely teasing him, he watched her remove one, slow bra strap at a time before removing one, slow bra cup at a time. Then, as if he was imagining things, as if he was seeing things, as if a symphonic orchestra played a loud crescendo heralding the end of a classical music piece, she was topless. His mother's tits were right there before him. He was seeing his mother's tits. He couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's big tits. 'Ta da!' Just like that, what seemed like tortuous teasing before was over now. In an instant, she removed her bra. His mother was topless and her big breasts were right there in front of his horny eyes. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He was seeing his mother's tits, her nipples, and her areolas. He couldn't believe his mother was topless. He couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's big, naked breasts. Finally for the first time, other than the dozens of down nightgowns she's given him when he saw of the tops of her meaty breasts and her long, line of sexy cleavage, he couldn't believe he never saw her whole breasts before. He never saw her areolas. He never saw her nipples. Now, for the first time, he was seeing the entirety of his mother's shapely, naked breasts. He couldn't believe he was seeing the entire shape of her shapely breasts, her areolas, and her nipples. "Fuck me. Oh, my God," he said for no one to hear. "She has quite the rack, quite the rack, indeed. She has beautiful breasts. I love my mother's big tits. I can't wait to touch them, feel them, and suck them. I can't wait for her to hang her tits over me while I'm fucking her. I can't wait to spin her around, bend her over, and fuck her like a dog while hanging onto her big boobs. I can't wait to fondle her breasts and finger her nipples while she sucks my cock." So close and yet so far, as if he could reach out and touch them, feel them, fondle them, and suck them, his mother's tits were right there before his horny eyes. Her nipples were already erect as if she was cold or sexually aroused. Maybe with him kissing her and feeling her, he had sexually aroused her as much as she had sexually aroused him. He only wished he was in the room with her. He only wished her could touch, feel, fondle, and suck her big tits. He'd love to come up behind her and press his naked body against her panty clad ass while reaching up to cup her big breasts in his big, horny hands while slowly sliding his fingers across her erect nipples. He'd love to pull, turn, and twist her nipples before sucking her nipples. Holding his breath again while wondering if she was going to remove her panties or just slip her nightgown on over her topless body, he watched her insert her manicure fingertips in her panty band and ever so slowly push down her panty. "Holy shit," he said for no one to hear. "She's removing her panties." He couldn't believe she was removing her panties. Maybe she didn't sleep in panties. Maybe not wanting to give him an up nightgown view of her pussy, she put on a fresh pair before emerging from her bedroom in her nightgown. Yet, whatever, whether she slept in panties or not and whether she put on a fresh pair of panties before emerging from her bedroom in the morning, he was glad that she was removing her panties in front of him now. Again, as if there was another drumroll and strippers' music playing through his head, he watched his mother ever so slowly remove her panties. Pussy, pussy, pussy, he couldn't believe he was about to see his mother's pussy. Again, as if sexually teasing him, ever so slowly lowering her panty past her belly button and past her pubic bone, as if suddenly happening in slow motion, he watched as she exposed the top of her black, trimmed pussy to his horny eyes. Pussy, pussy, pussy, he couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's black, trimmed, pubic hair. Then, with one finally push down, cunt, cunt, cunt, he saw his mother's camel toe and her pussy slit. As if he was seeing it in a dream or in a sexual fantasy, he couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's cunt. He couldn't believe he was seeing his mother topless. He couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's tits, her areolas, and her nipples. He couldn't believe he was seeing his mother naked. "Oh, my God. I can't believe my mother is naked. I'm finally seeing my mother naked. I can't believe this. I don't believe my eyes," he said. * * * * * Chapter Five Betty turned her naked body to face the mirror. Indeed, she was such a naked vision of loveliness. Even with her standing in front of the mirror naked, Joey couldn't believe he was seeing his mother naked. With Joey on the one side of the two-way mirror and his mother on the other side of the two-way mirror, he enjoyed a great, uninterrupted view of his mother's naked body. Seemingly satisfied with seeing his mother naked, it was only then that he pondered the real ramifications of having a two-way mirror between his bedroom and his mother's bedroom. What has he done? How could he invade his mother's privacy in such a perversely perverted way? Not feeling guilty before, too horny and sexually excited to feel guilty earlier, suddenly he felt guilty now. Not feeling remorseful before, too incestuously driven earlier, suddenly he felt remorseful now. Not feeling depraved before, too determined to see his mother naked earlier, suddenly he felt lewdly lascivious now. Suddenly, with his guilty conscience, his remorsefulness, and his depravity overwhelming him, he now felt like the pervert that he is. How could he do this to his own mother? What's wrong with him to be so sexually attracted to her? Not satisfied with seeing her walk around him in her sexy nightgowns without the modesty of wearing a robe over all that she was showing him, he wasn't satisfied imagining what she looked like topless and/or naked. If she wasn't going to strip naked on a nude beach on Nude Day, then, he took it upon himself to take the next voyeuristic step. He bought her a two-way mirror. Yet, how dare he do that to her? How dare he spy on her and peep on her? How dare he make it his mission to see his mother naked? How dare he not care how his mother felt about him not just invading her privacy but obliterating her privacy? Not satisfied with seeing down nightgown views of the tops of her breasts and her long line of sexy cleavage, he needed to see the entirety of her naked breasts. He needed to see her tits. He needed to see all of her naked breasts all of the time, whenever he wanted to see them. He needed to see her nipples and her areolas. He needed to see her naked breasts. He needed to see the true shape and size of his mother's beautiful tits. Not satisfied with seeing up nightgown peeks of her white, yellow, pink, green, blue, or black bikini panties, mostly white and blue, he needed to see her naked ass and her black haired, naked pussy. Determined to see his mother's cunt, he needed to know if his mother was shaved, trimmed, or bushy. He needed to see the shape and the size of her round, firm, naked ass. As much as he wanted to see his mother topless, he wanted to see her bottomless too. Not satisfied with imagining his mother topless, bottomless, and/or totally naked, he needed to see her naked. After years of sexually and incestuously lusting over and masturbating over his mother, he needed to see her without her clothes. Tired of masturbating while wondering what she looked like without her clothes, he needed to know what she truly looked like in the nude instead of just imagining what she looked like naked. Just once, he needed to see her naked and if she wasn't going to go to a nude beach with him, than this two-way mirror is even better. Yet, what kind of son would sexually use and abuse his mother? What kind of son would masturbate over imagining his mother topless, bottomless, and/or naked? What kind of son would ask his mother to go with him to a nude beach, even on Nude Day and in celebration of her birthday? What kind of son would go through the lengths of installing a custom, two-way mirror just to see his mother in her panty and bra, topless, and/or naked? Maybe he should have done what other normal sons do who are sexually attracted to his mother and installed a hidden camera somewhere in her room. Yet, as if he was standing in her room with her, this two-way mirror was better than a hidden camera, so much better. Yet torn between seeing his mother naked and the guilt of seeing his mother naked, if he so loved his mother, how dare he violate her and visually rape her in such a dastardly devious and peeping way? No excuse but his only justifiable reason to peep on his mother, he couldn't help himself. Lost in his incestuous lust to see his mother in her panty and bra, topless, and/or naked, what was he thinking? Now filled with shame, guilt, and remorse, he wasn't thinking. If he was thinking at all, he was thinking with his penis. His cock controlled not only his mind but also his deplorable actions. If he was thinking at all, he was thinking about his horniness and how he sexually felt and not how his mother would feel being so sexually and incestuously violated by her own son. How dare he do that to her? How dare her visually violate and secretly rape her in such a deplorable way? Now feeling nervous that he'll be detected of being an incestuous perverted peeper, with the mirror so conspicuously demanding the attention of her bedroom, he wondered how could his mother not know that what he installed is a two-way mirror. How could his mother not know that he's peeping on her from inside his bedroom? How could his mother not know that he's already seen her in her bra and panty, topless, and now naked? How could his mother not know that he violated her trust, used her sexually, abused her physically and emotionally, and is now treating her like a whore instead of his loving mother? With his mother seemingly unaware that he had watched her remove her blouse, short skirt, bra and panty, seemingly his mother didn't know that he watched her strip naked. Thinking that he'd feel as victorious as he felt sexually excited, he felt foolishly stupid now that he tricked his mother into seeing her naked. Nonetheless her undressing in front of this custom mirror, he wondered if his mother suspected that this was a two-way mirror. He wondered if his mother suspected that he was watching her and peeping on her. The fact that the mirror is set inside the wall and not hung on the surface of the wall is a sure sign that it's a two-way mirror. Barring that telltale sign, all she needed to do is to cup her hands on the mirror to block out the light and rest her forehead against her hands while peering through the mirror. If she can see through the mirror, then it's a two-way mirror. She could turn off her bedroom light and shine a flashlight through the mirror to expose who or what is on the other side of the mirror. If she doesn't have a flashlight handy, she could rap her knuckles on the mirror. A dull sound proves that it's a real mirror where a hollow sound is proof that it's a two-way mirror. Only, unless she watches a lot of crime shows, how would she know how to discern if a mirror is a two-way mirror or not? For all she knows many of the clothing store changing rooms have two-way mirrors. Actually, to know if it's a real mirror or a two-way mirror, all she had to do was to touch the glass with her fingertip. There's always a gap between the reflections of her fingertip in a real mirror that doesn't exist in a two-way mirror. When a two-way mirror is touched with a fingertip, there's no gap in the reflection. Perhaps she's not aware of the two-way mirror tests. Perhaps she knows it's a two-way mirror and doesn't care that it is. Perhaps his mother wanted to show him her underwear clad, topless, and naked body as much as he wanted to see her underwear clad, topless, and naked body. Wow, imagine if she knew he was watching her undressing and was purposely giving him more of a show of her beautiful, naked body than what she gave him when wearing her sheer, sexy, short, low cut nightgowns. Maybe she does know that this is a two-way mirror. Maybe she does know that he's been watching her. Maybe she does know that she's been giving him more of a show of her beautiful, naked body. He liked thinking that she knew it was a two-way mirror and was purposing giving him his own, private striptease show of her naked body. Maybe the fact that he blatantly installed a two-way mirror in her bedroom wall is her excuse to undress while pretending that she doesn't know that it's a two way mirror. Maybe she wants him to see her in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked as much as he wants to see her in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked. He didn't know. How would he ever know if his mother wanted him to see her naked as much as he wanted to see her naked? Now not just crossing the line of incest but obliterating it, even though he was beside himself with sexual excitement, he suddenly felt like such a lowlife pervert. Where he didn't care what he had to do to see her topless and/or naked before, filled with shame, guilt, and remorse, he cared now. Sexually using and abusing his mother, it was painfully obvious to him now that he violated his mother's trust and privacy by watching her strip down to her underwear before watching her strip topless and then naked. With him now and forever always thinking of her naked, he could never return to the innocent trust his mother had in him. He violated her trust by peeping on her. He violated her trust by seeing her in her bra and panty, topless, and now naked without her knowing that he was standing there watching while masturbating himself. What the Hell kind of son is he to do that to his mother? The woman that he loves more than any other woman in the world, how could he do that to her? How could he violate her in such a deplorably, dastardly, and incestuous way? Hoping she never finds out that he watched her undress, he just hoped she doesn't realize that he's been peeping on her. He just hoped that she doesn't realize that he installed a two-way mirror between their rooms. Then, he thought, what if his mother walks in her room and turns on her light when he's in his room with the light on and with his picture of Dorian Grey off his wall. As if a light wisp of smoke eerily drifting between the two walls, a shadowy image of him, she'll see his ghostly reflection behind her mirror. Immediately, unless she already knows, she'll know it's a two-way mirror. She'll know he's been watching her dress and undress. Completely mortified, he'd be so embarrassed for his mother to know that her son is an incestuous pervert. For his diabolical voyeurism not to be discovered and his voyeurism of his mother detected, he must always remember to keep his light off when his picture that covers the two-way mirror is off the wall. Pondering his options with a reality check, the complications and consequences of her finding out that he's been peeping on her are endless. What has he done? He'd be so embarrassed for his mother to know that he's an incestuous pervert. He'd be so embarrassed for her to know that he invaded her privacy by peeping on her while she dressed and undressed. How could he do that to her, his own mother? When she'd trust him with her life, what's wrong with him for taking incestuous, sexual advantage of his mother without her knowing she's been so invaded? Yet, with his mother rejecting his sexual advances and not reciprocating his sexual interest in her with her sexual interest in him, what was he to do than to take control of the situation. With her declining his invitation to go to a nude beach, at this rate, he'd never see his mother naked unless he took the initiative to install a two-way mirror in her room. Maybe his mother is right. Maybe he should see a psychiatrist to find out why he's so sexually attracted to her. Then, he thought, what if she invites a friend up to her bedroom to look at her shoes? Something she's done plenty of times in the past, what if she does that now that there's a two-way mirror installed in her wall. Oh, my God. Too late to do anything about that now. He didn't even think of that until now. 'Oh, God.' He'd be so embarrassed for his mother's friend to know that he's been peeping on his mother dressing and undressing. With just one look at that enormous mirror, what if her friend suspects that he installed a two-way mirror in his mother's bedroom? He'd be really embarrassed for someone else to know that he's been peeping on his mother. He'd be really embarrassed for someone else to know that he's an incestuous pervert. Moreover, he'd humiliate his mother in front of her friend. For sure, they'd be the talk of the neighborhood. For sure, no one would have anything to do with them and especially with him. Then, he thought, what if she invites a man to her bedroom? 'Oh, God.' Immediately, he'll definitely know that this is a two-way mirror. Without doubt, he'll know it's a two-way mirror. With men such experienced voyeurs, men can spot a two-way mirror a mile away. If she invites a man to her bedroom, immediately he'll know that her son is a degenerate creep and an incestuous pervert. Immediately, he'll know that her son has been watching his dress and undress. God, how humiliating that would be for him to be so exposed in front of a total stranger? "Good God," he said in a panic. "What have I done? I've not only ruined my life but also I've ruined my mother's life as well. After seeing my mother naked, my life will never be the same. Now, when I see her, I'll always think of her topless and/or naked." Changing his anxiety level from fright to sexual excitement, the only thing that quelled his panic was the sight of his mother's naked, beautiful, shapely body. Unable to remove his eyes from her naked form, as if she was his lover and was walking to him to offer him her nude body, he watched his mother walk closer to the mirror naked. Closer, closer, and closer, she walked closer to the mirror. Naked, naked, naked, his mother was naked. No longer caring if she knew or suspected the mirror to be a two-way mirror, she was naked, totally naked. With everything right with his world, he was finally seeing his mother naked. Able to see her ass, her tits, and her pussy, his sexual fantasy now his incestuous reality, he couldn't believe he was finally seeing his mother naked. Mirror, Mirror on the Wall Ch. 05 Oddly and unnervingly, he took a step back when she stared at her reflection in the mirror as if she was staring at him and as if she knew he was standing there watching her and seeing her without her clothes. Could she see him through the glass? Does she know he's there watching her? He stood still holding his breath while hoping to God that his mother didn't know he was standing there spying on her. As if he was looking at some other woman, someone else's mother, or a woman he didn't even know, he couldn't wrap his brain around seeing his mother naked. Naked, naked, naked, never has he been as sexually excited. Naked, naked, naked he was finally seeing his mother naked. His mother was naked. Just a wall width away, his mother was naked, naked, naked. She was naked. He couldn't believe she was naked and he couldn't believe he was seeing her beautiful, naked body. As if she was a woman in a peep show, a whore and/or a prostitute exposing her beautiful body to men for money, she may as well be a whore and/or a prostitute in the way that he was treating her and abusing her. As if he was a peeping Tom pervert paying his money to see her without her clothes, he couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's tits, her ass, and her pussy for an extended period of time and for free. Only, the price he'll pay to see his mother naked may be more than just mere money. What he'll pay in guilt and shame, will continue to charge him remorsefulness the rest of his life. It was strangely surreal to stare at her without her knowing that he was watching her and seeing her without her clothes. If only she knew he was peeping on her, she'd be so pissed. If only she knew he's seen her in her panty and bra, topless, and/or naked, she may ask him to leave her house. God, if only she knew he was peeping on her, she'd really be mad. He hopes to God she never finds out that this is a two-way mirror and he's been peeping on her. Yet, worth him being caught for stealing a prolonged peek and an extended stare, leer, and ogle at his mother's underwear clad, topless, and naked body, his justifiable excuse, she was the woman he loved. If she was to blame him for anything, she could certainly blame him for loving her too much. Had she returned his incestuous, sexual affection and had sex with him, he wouldn't be guilty of any crime. Acting as if his incestuous perversion was all her fault, if only she had gone to the nude beach with him on Nude Day and in celebration of her birthday, he never would have installed this two-way mirror. If he was guilty of anything, he was guilty of being in love with his mother and of wanting to have sex with her. * * * * * Now that he's seen her stripping off her clothes, now that he's seen his mother in her underwear, topless, and naked, not nearly sexually satisfied, he wanted more. He so wished he could have sex with her. He'd love nothing more than to have sex with his mother. He loved to know what it feels like to have his cock in his mother's soft hand, buried in her willing mouth, and immersed in her warm, wet pussy. He so wished he could make love to her. He so wished her could fuck her, fuck her senseless while literally pounding her pussy until she exploded in a screaming orgasm of sexual pleasure. He'd like to see her cum. He'd like to hear her cum. He'd like to know what her naked body feels like in his arms and in his horny hands while she's in orgasmic pleasure and having multiple orgasms. With him having imagined it enough times, he'd finally love to know what she's like in bed. Is she loving or is she wild. Is she submissive or is she passionate? The only way he'd have answers to all of his questions is to have sex with her. Yet, it's one thing to see her naked and quite another thing to have sex with his mother. Hard for even him to believe that she was 47-years-old, she was so very beautiful. Not looking anywhere near her age, she was so very sexy. Something that can't be said about most women, with the shortcomings of their bodies hidden by their clothes, she was even more beautiful and sexier without her clothes than was with her clothes. Maybe he was biased because she was his mother and he was her son and obviously in love with her, but one of a kind, he believed that she had as good of a body as any Playboy model. If he didn't know she was 47-years-old, judging her by her phenomenal body, he'd think she was in her thirties. Looking so phenomenal in her birthday suit, he wished she'd change her mind and accompany him to a nude beach to celebrate her birthday naked on Nude Day one day, some day. She more had the body of a 35-year-old woman than she did have the mature body of a 47-year-old woman. Then, suddenly, as if staring directly at him and catching him by surprise, she looked through the mirror instead of looking at the mirror. Eerily frightening and guiltily chilling, she stared at him through the mirror as if she knew he was there watching her. Oh, my God, her concentrated, focused stare unnerved him. 'What is she doing? Why is she looking at me like that? Can she see me? Does she know I'm here watching her? Did she purposely strip herself naked to give me a striptease show of her naked body?' As if she knew he was there watching her, dumbfounding him and strangely enough, she appeared to be talking to him through the mirror. Yet, how could she know he was there watching her and peeping on her? She'd have to suspect this was a two-way mirror. With her only looking at the mirror on the surface and without looking closely at it, unless she was an expert mirrored glass person, there was no way that she could tell that this was a two-way mirror. Unless she's seen lots of two-way mirrors before, with this a good quality two-way mirror and not a cheaply made one, he didn't think she could tell that this was a two-way mirror just by looking at it. Hell, he knew it was a two-way mirror when first seeing it displayed in the glass store and even he couldn't know it was a two-way mirror. Maybe she's just imagining he's there watching her. Maybe she's just hoping that he's there watching her. Maybe she's just sexually fantasizing that he's there watching her in the way he's sexually fantasized his mother being with him whenever he's masturbating himself. Besides, there's no way that she could know that this is a two-way mirror just be looking at it. She didn't cup her hands over her eyes to stare in the mirror. She didn't turn off her light to shine a flashlight through the mirror. She didn't rap her knuckles on the mirror to see if there was a hollow sound. She didn't even touch the mirror with her finger to see if her fingertip reflection didn't have a space between her finger and the mirror. With her just looking at the mirror and staring through the mirror at him, even though she appeared to suspect that this was a two-way mirror, he didn't think that she could tell if it was a two-way mirror. Yet, she continued talking to him as if she knew he was there watching her. 'What is she saying?' Unable to hear her through the wall, staring at her lips, he leaned in closer to watch her mouth the words. "Thank you for giving me a wonderful birthday, Joey. Thank you for giving me such a beautiful birthday gift," she said as if she knew he was there watching her. "Oh, my God," said Joey reading her lips. Unnerved by her talking to him as if she knew he was there, he didn't know what to believe. Maybe she could see him standing there behind the mirror. Some two-way mirror this is. Now he wondered if she could see him standing there watching her. He should have tested it somehow but how? He'd need another person standing on the other side to test it. Too late now but he could have tested it himself. He could have removed his Dorian Grey painting, went in his mother's room to try cupping his hands over his eyes and/or used a flashlight to see if he could see in his room. Only, she didn't do any of that and he feared that seemingly she knows that this is a two-way mirror. "You're welcome, Mother," he said as if having a private conversation with her and as if she could hear him and/or see him answering her. Certainly, she didn't know that this was a two-way mirror. How could she know that? With her knowing he was in his room, obviously she was just talking to him as if he was standing there. Certainly, she didn't know that he was standing there watching her undress and strip herself naked. How could she know that? She couldn't see him, could she? Certainly, she didn't know that he had watched her remove her blouse and her short skirt. Certainly, she didn't know that he had watched her parading around her room in her underwear. If she knew he was there watching her undress, she never would have removed her clothes. She never would have stripped herself naked. 'Right?' Or maybe she was using this two-way mirror as her justifiable excuse to undress without fault or penalty. With this her perfect way to flash her son her underwear clad, topless, and naked body, would she still have stripped herself naked if she knew this was a two-way mirror and her son could see her? Certainly, if she knew this was a two-way mirror and he was watching her, she may have stripped herself naked and paraded around her room without her clothes, if she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wants her. Perhaps, with her his modest, moral mother, as evidence that she doesn't that this is a two-way mirror and doesn't know that he's peeping on her, she never would have stripped off her clothes if she suspected the ruse. 'Wow! Yet, still baffled wondering, what if she knows that this is a two-way mirror?' Maybe she does knows this is a two-way mirror. Maybe as her way to have her cake and eat it too, while preserving her motherly morals and incestuous innocence, she's pretending not to know that this is a two-way mirror. Perhaps with her fully aware that this is a two-way mirror, she's giving her son just what he wanted, to see her naked on Nude Day. If that's the case and she does know that this is a two-way mirror, after she knowingly stripped off her clothes in front of him anyway, what's his next move? Should he confront her or should he play it cool? Should he not say anything about her striptease show and wait for her to make her next move or should he take this as her green light for him to make the next sexual move? He didn't know what to do. Surely, she doesn't know he had watched her parading around her room in her white, low cut bra and white, bikini panty. Surely, she doesn't know that he had watched her remove her bra to expose her shapely breasts, areolas, and nipples to him. Surely, she doesn't know that he watched her slide her panties down and off to show him her trimmed, black pussy. Surely, she doesn't know that she exposed her pussy and ass to him. Surely, she doesn't know that he saw her topless, topless, topless before seeing her naked, naked, naked. Surely, she doesn't know her son was in his room masturbating over all that his mother was unwittingly showing him. Surely, she doesn't know that she's so nakedly exposed. How could she know he was masturbating over her unwittingly showing him anything? Then, again, with this two-way mirror and his sexual intentions so obvious, how could she not know that this was a two-way mirror and he was spying on her? How could she at least not suspect that this is a two-way mirror and that he had been peeping on her? How could she not know? Surely, she must know. At the very least she must suspect that he's been watching her. Yet, nonetheless whether she knows that this is a two-way mirror or not, the best day of his life, his mother's birthday, finally his mother stripped naked in front of him. He couldn't believe his mother stripped naked in front of him. He couldn't believe his mother was standing on the other side of this wall in her panty and bra, then topless, and now naked. On Nude Day of all days, the most appropriate holiday to see his mother without her clothes, this is the best Nude Day he's ever had. Showing him her tits, her ass, and her pussy, after parading around her room in her underwear before moving around her room topless, she walked around her room naked. Then, while brushing her beautiful, lush, black hair, she stood in front of her mirror naked while talking to herself and while seemingly talking to him. Even though he could see her but she couldn't see him, nonetheless, she rattled him enough to make him wonder if she could see him. He couldn't help but wonder if she knew he was there. Yet, with the reward of seeing his mother in her panty and bra, topless, and now naked well worth the risk, if she knows he's been peeping on her, he'll take that chance. As if she knew he was standing there watching her, by her talking to him through the mirror, she made his heart sing and his cock harden. Had he not had a hard of hearing, hearing impaired, and nearly deaf, best friend in high school who taught him how to lip read, he never would have been able to read his mother's lips. Yet, totally befuddled and adding to his consternation, his mother knew he could read lips. If she suspected that this was as two-way mirror and suspected that he was there watching her, then she knew he could read her lips to know what she was saying. He watched her talking to him as if she could see him and as if she knew he was standing there watching her while she nonchalantly leaned against the mirror naked. As if he was in the room with her and as if he could hear her what she was saying, he read her lips. Then, with her confessing all that he had been thinking, he couldn't believe all that she was saying. Shocking even him, sexually arousing him, and making him incestuously wanting her in the way he's never wanted her before, she said something he never expected her to say. * * * * * "If you were here with me now in my bedroom, I'd kiss you, really kiss you, French kiss you while allowing you to feel my naked body," she said to the mirror with her arms outstretched and her hands resting on the mirror frame. "Something I always wanted to do is kiss you, really kiss you, French hiss you," she said giving him a sexy look as if she could see him. "I enjoyed you French kissing me before while feeling me through my clothes as much as I enjoyed French kissing you while feeling your hard cock through your jeans." 'Oh my God,' he thought to himself while reading his mother's lips. 'Fuck me. I don't believe this," he said out loud and for no one to hear but himself. As if he was dreaming and/or as if she was someone other than his mother saying those sexy things to him, he stared at his mother astonished by what she was saying and by all that she was admitting. In the way he always wanted to French kiss her, he couldn't believe she always wanted to French kiss him too. If only he knew she wanted to French kiss him too, he would have French kissed his mother years ago. If only he knew she enjoyed him feeling her through her clothes, he would have felt her through her clothes years ago. If only he knew she enjoyed feeling his hard cock through his jeans, he would have put her hand on his pajama clad erection years ago. If only he knew his mother sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her, he would have exposed himself to his mother a long time ago. Instead of waiting for her to make the first incestuously, sexual move, he would have walked around her naked and moved her hand to his naked cock. He would have wrapped her fingers around his prick before pushing down on her shoulders for her to fall to her knees and take him in her mouth. He would have pushed her back on her bed, spread her legs, and mounted her. If only he knew then what he seemingly knows now, he would have had sex with his mother years ago. After finding out this sexy, incestuous secrets about his mother, extrapolating to the next incestuous, sexual step, he wondered if she had been masturbating herself over imagining his naked body in the way that he's been masturbating himself while imagining her naked body. He wondered if she had been masturbating herself while imagining having sex with his naked body in the way he's been masturbating himself while imagining having sex with her naked body. Always wondering if she sexually wanted him as much as he incestuously wanted her, maybe with her surprising and unexpected, mirrored confession, his prayers are answered. He stared at the mirror as if this mirror was his magic eight ball and was reading his future. "I enjoyed you touching me and feeling me through my clothes," she said touching and feeling her naked body as if her hands were his hands and as if she was wearing clothes. "You made me so very wet when you felt and squeezed my ass," she said staring at him before turning her ass to the mirror to squeeze it. As if looking at him staring at her ass, she turned to look at herself in the mirror. Then, bending forward, she reached around behind her to feel her ass and to squeeze her ass before slapping her ass. She bent forward a little more to give him a better view of her round, shapely ass. Finally parting her ass cheeks with her hands, she showed him her glistening wet, pink pussy. If it wasn't enough that her nipples were erect, his mother was wet, so very wet. "Oh, God," said Joey stroking himself faster. "Are you fucking kidding me? I can't believe she's saying this stuff. I can't believe she's showing me her naked body and now flashing me her naked ass and pussy. Jesus, my Mom is such an incestuous whore." Joey stared at his mother's naked ass and her naked pussy while continuing to stroke himself. Then, temporarily interrupting his free show of her naked body, she turned around again to talk to him in the mirror again. "You made my nipples so erect when you fondled my tits and fingered my nipples. You made me so horny when you felt my breast and fingered, pulled, turned, and twisted my nipples," she said standing upright and turning to face the mirror while feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples. Pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples, she felt her tits and fingered her nipples in the way that he wished he could feel her tits and finger her nipples. "Jesus," he said watching her touch herself while he stroked himself again. He watched his mother as if he was watching a scene from a porn movie. "When you lifted my skirt to expose my panties, hoping you'd touch and finger my pussy through my panties. I was so sexually excited when you finally moved your hand between my legs," she said moving her hand between her legs. Mesmerized by watching his mother touch herself, he stared at her as if he was hypnotized. "Oh, my God," said Joey stroking himself faster. "Then, when you cupped my pussy through my panty, I thought I was going to faint when you ran a slow finger along my pussy slit through my panty and pushed down on my clit with your finger." She leaned in closer to the mirror as if she was talking to a prisoner next door through the bars. "I so wished you had moved my panty aside, rubbed my clit, and inserted your finger deep within me," she said. "I so wanted you to finger fuck me." She reached down with both hands and leaned back while opening her pussy lips with her fingers to show him her glistening pussy before rubbing her clit and burying her fingers inside of her cunt. Wondering if she was going to masturbate herself, hoping he'd see her give herself an orgasm, he'd love to watch his mother cum. As if he was in church, he remained so still and so quiet while watching his mother finger herself. Then, she moved her fingers to her mouth to suck her them. "Jesus," he said watching his mother playing with herself and then sucking on her fingers. If it wasn't enough seeing her naked, he couldn't believe what he was seeing in her touching herself. Mirror, Mirror on the Wall Ch. 05 "Had you rubbed my clit and finger fucked my pussy, I would have given you sex." Now he wished he had pushed her panty aside, rubbed her clit, and fingered her pussy. Perhaps they'd be having sex right now. "Oh, God," said Joey stroking himself harder. "She's teasing me. She's playing me. She's driving me crazy. She must know that this is a two-way mirror. She must know that I'm standing here watching her." Feeling so guilty after slipping her his tongue and kissing his mother, French kissing her before, he couldn't believe she just admitted that she enjoyed him French kissing her then as much as he had enjoyed French kissing her. Thinking that he was taking sexual advantage of his mother by touching her and feeling her through her clothes while kissing her, he couldn't believe she admitted that he had made her just as wet as she had made him hard. After reading her lips with her wishing he had moved her panty aside with his finger, rubbed her clit, and fingered her pussy, he wished he had inserted his finger inside of his mother. Now in hindsight, wishing he had been more aggressive with her, he wished he had played with his mother's cunt. He wished he had masturbated her. He wished he had given her an orgasm with his fingers. Maybe if he had rubbed her clit while finger fucking her, as she just said, she would have given him sex. With her his loving mother and him her loving son, perhaps she would have felt compelled to reciprocate and give him sex. Maybe if he had played with his mother's wet pussy, she would have played with his hard cock. Only, now, even though she's talking dirty to her mirror, he didn't know if she was talking dirty to him. With her perhaps just talking to herself, he may never know if making his moves would have caused her to make her moves too. "I'd love nothing more than for you to feel my naked breasts while fingering my nipples and sucking my tits," she said. He watched her feeling and fondling her naked breasts while she fingered her nipples and while she stared at him through the mirrored glass. Then, doing something he never expected his moral, modest mother to do, she lifted her breasts to her mouth to suck them. He couldn't believe his eyes. She sucked one nipple before sucking the other nipple and while staring in the mirror. "Holy shit. I don't believe this. I can't believe my mother is sucking her nipples," he said. He couldn't believe his mother was standing in front of the mirror naked and sucking her tits in the way that he so wished that he could suck her tits. Totally erect, her nipples were so big. He couldn't wait to finger them. He couldn't wait to suck them. "Look at her. Just look at her. As if she's a stripper on stage teasing her audience, teasing me instead, her own son, my mother is a slut, an incestuous slut. All this time with me thinking that I'm the pervert, my mother is my sexy slut. I only wish she knew this was a two-way mirror. I only wish she was sexually enticing me to have sex with her." Obviously, whether she knew this was a two-way mirror or not and knew he was standing there watching her or not, she was teasing him as if she knew this was a two-way mirror and knew that he was standing there watching her and peeping on her. Giving him a real, sexy show, as if he was there in her bedroom with her, the more she talked to him through the mirror, the more sexually aroused he became. As if he was a dormant volcano hiding his volcanic activity for years, but for his obvious erections whenever he was around his mother, especially when she wore her sexy nightgowns, he couldn't be any more sexually aroused than what he was now. "If you were here with me now in my bedroom, I'd kiss you, really kiss you, French kiss you while stroking your cock. I'd love nothing more than to make you hard with my hand," she said moving her hand back and forth as if giving him a hand job. "If you were here in my bedroom with me now, I'd fall to my knees and suck your prick before fucking your prick. I'd love nothing more than for you to cum in my mouth," she said running a slow tongue over her full lips while staring at him in the mirror. "I'd love to swallow your cum." He stared in the mirror as if he was watching a porn film on TV and his mother was a porn star. "Fuck me. I don't believe this," he said for only himself to hear. "What? Huh? This is so unbelievable. Did she really just say all that I think she said? She wants to suck my prick? My mother, the love of my life, just admitted that she wants to blow me. She'd love for me to cum in her mouth? She wants to swallow my cum? Seriously? Are you kidding me? I don't believe this." He couldn't believe all that she was saying. He couldn't believe all that he was seeing. "I love you Joey. I want you Joey," she said. "I need to make love to you. I need you to fuck me." Joey stared at his mother's naked image while reading her lips and not believing what she was saying. Better than any sexual fantasy he's ever had, he felt as if he was dreaming while imagining all of this. "After sashaying around me, sexually teasing me, and incestuously enticing me in her sexy, low cut, short, barely there nightgowns, I can't believe my mother wants to blow me. My mother wants to suck my cock. My mother wants me to cum in her mouth. She wants to swallow my cum. My mother wants to have sex with me. My mother wants to make love to me. My mother wants me to fuck her," he said. "My sexual fantasy come true, this is so frigging unbelievable." Shocked, as if she knew he was standing there staring at her and as if she could see him in the way that he could see her, he stared at her staring at him. "I can't believe she's saying everything that I so wanted to tell her and everything that I so wanted to hear her say," he said continuing to slowly stroke his cock while staring at his mother's naked body. "If only there wasn't this mirror between us, I'd take her in my arms and kiss her, French kiss her, while feeling her naked body," he said while wondering again if she knew that this was a two-way mirror. Totally baffled by her odd, sexual, incestuous behavior, he didn't know what to believe. He didn't know what to do. Out of character, she was acting nothing like his modest, moral mother. She was acting like the slut that he always hoped to her be whenever he imagined her without her clothes. She was acting like the whore he imagined her to be whenever he was masturbating himself while imagining having sex with her naked body. "Why would she say all of those things if she knew this is a two-way mirror? Why would she say all of those things if she didn't know that this is a two-way mirror? Whether she thought this was a two-way mirror or not, why would she say all that he's been thinking. Judging by her private conversation that wasn't so private, she obviously sexually wants him as much as he sexually wants her." He stared at his mother's naked image while wanting to make a funny face at her to see if she'd laugh as proof that she could see him. "She couldn't possibly know that this is a two-way mirror. How could she know it's a two-way mirror? She didn't peer into the mirror, rap on it with her knuckles, hold a flashlight to it, or touch it with her finger. Obviously and without a doubt, she'd never say what she's saying to me now if I was standing in her bedroom with her, would she? Still, as if I'm eavesdropping on her private conversation, it's good to know that she sexually wants me as much as I sexually want her," he said. Still trying to wrap his brain around all that happened in such a short amount of time, he couldn't believe his mother wanted to hold his prick in her hand while stroking him. He couldn't believe his mother wanted to take his cock in her mouth and suck him. He couldn't believe his mother would not only allow him to cum in her mouth but also would love for him to cum in her mouth while she swallows his cum. He'd love nothing more for his mother to stroke his cock before sucking his cock. He'd love nothing more than to cum in his mother's mouth. He couldn't believe all that his mother was saying. Does she know that this is a two-way mirror? Does she know that he can see her? Does she know that he's been watching her? Does she know that he saw her undressing? Does she know that he saw her parading around her bedroom in just her low cut bra and bikini panty? Does he know that he saw her topless and now naked? Does she know that he can read her lips? Does she know that he now knows that she wants to blow him? Does she know that he now knows that she wants to make love to him and wants him to fuck her? * * * * * He hoped she wasn't just talking to herself in the mirror. He hoped she wasn't mocking him. Even though it was sexy, so sexy, to watch her talking to herself in such a salaciously sexual way that would be just crazy if she was talking to herself, right? Nonetheless, whether she was just talking to herself in the mirror and/or just mocking him, no matter which, he was seeing his mother naked while enjoying the sexual fantasy of her sexually wanting him. It was so hot to watch her strip off her clothes and parade around her room as if she was alone. It was so hot to watch her standing in the mirror naked while looking at her naked reflection. It was so hot to watch her finger her pussy and lick her vaginal secretions from her fingers just as it was so hot to watch her suck her nipples. Yet, somehow, she seemingly knew he was there watching her and peeping on her as she stripped off her clothes and gave him a masturbation show. He hoped that she was talking to him and not just to her reflection in the mirror. He hoped his mother wanted to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with her. Maybe, as if he was there with her now, she was talking to her mirror because he was right next door in his room. Maybe it was nothing more than talk, sexy, dirty, salacious, naked talk with things she'd never say if he was there with her in her room. Maybe she has no idea that this is a two-way mirror. Maybe she has no clue that he had watched her remove her clothes and strip naked. Even if she knows that this is a two-way mirror, maybe she doesn't know that he can understand every word she says. Only with her naked image and body language worth a thousand words, he didn't have to understand all that she was saying. He could deduce her meaning by her sexual actions. Yet, whether she meant her words or not, she encouraged him with her words to do what he needed to do. This was his chance to have sex with her. An incestuous, sexual opportunity that may never happen again, this was it. Whether she knew that this was a two-way mirror or not, for her to say all that she said told him that she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her, he couldn't help from believing that she meant every word. She wants to have sex with him. She wants to blow him. She wants him to cum in her mouth so that she can swallow his cum. She wants to make love to him and then she wants him to fuck her. His mother wants him to fuck her. The happiest son on Earth, he couldn't believe his mother wants him to fuck her. He was so sexually excited. He was so invigorated to take action. This was it. This was really it. About time after six, long, sexually frustrating years, this was his time to make his move on his mother. Whether she was sexually serious or incestuously rejected him, he needed to know if she meant all that she said. Taking a giant leap of faith after reading her lips while hoping that she meant all that she said in the mirror, whether she knew he was standing there watching her or not, Joey walked to his bedroom door naked. As if opening a door that was so forbidden, something he couldn't do and somewhere he couldn't go before, he was ready to cross his threshold and to go past the point of no return. If he hadn't been encouraged by his mother talking to herself in her mirror, never would he have ever done this. He opened his bedroom door and walked out of his bedroom naked. Naked, naked, naked, Joey was naked. Walking down the hall naked, he stood in front of his mother's closed bedroom door for what seemed like an eternity. He was naked and knowing his mother was naked inside of her bedroom, Joey was naked too. Naked, naked, naked, he walked out of his bedroom and walked down the hall naked. Intending to walk in his mother's bedroom naked, ready to call her bluff, either she'd want him or she'd reject him. Hoping for the former over the latter, he was ready to have incestuous sex with his mother. Afraid to make a sound, he stood outside her bedroom door. Naked, naked, naked, they were both naked. Naked, naked, naked, mother and son were naked. Either this was a big mistake or the beginning of something so very beautiful. This is it, this is really it, this is the nest big step and a giant leap of faith across the line of incest. Hoping that she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her, willing to risk it all, he hoped he wasn't taking too much of a gamble. He hoped he wasn't making a mistake, one that would ruin the close relationship that he enjoyed having with his mother. He hoped that them having sex was a sure thing. He hoped that them having sex was the best thing. Once he opened his mother's bedroom door naked, once she saw him standing there naked and he saw her standing there naked too, there was no turning back. Seeing one another naked would be an ingrained image that they'd have for the rest of their lives. Only, having second thoughts and serious doubts, what if his mother didn't mean any of those things that she said in the mirror? What if she was just talking to herself? What if she didn't know this was a two-way mirror? What if, with her knowing that he's sexual attracted to her, she was joking while mocking and teasing him? Ready to embarrass himself as much as he was ready to embarrass or embrace his mother by opening her bedroom door, he was ready to do whatever it takes to have sex with his mother. Ready to make a bigger ass of himself than he already has in trying to put the incestuous, sexual moves on his mother by seducing her, what if she doesn't want to have sex with him? What if she recoils and rejects his incestuous, sexual advances? She may ask him to not only leave her room but also leave her house. Yet, wanting to believe all that she said in the mirror, he hoped that she was sincere in her sexual attraction to him as he was sincere in his sexual attraction to her. * * * * * Filled with apprehension, he was paralyzed with trepidation. Afraid to turn her doorknob and open her bedroom door for fear that she'd not only reject him but also throw him out of her house, he put his hand to his mother's doorknob and paused to reflect on the seriousness of his incestuous actions. Once he opened her bedroom door, with his decision made to expose himself to his mother, there'd no turning back. Showing his cards and playing his hand, he'd be making his incestuous decision once he opened his mother's bedroom door. Once he opened her bedroom door, as if opening Pandora's Box, he'd never be able to close that lid ever again. Once he saw her naked in person instead of through a two-way mirror and once she saw him naked too, it was either put up or shut up. Yet, something that he'd regret not doing and that would haunt him for the rest of his life, he'd be kicking himself if he didn't open her bedroom door. He needed to know if she was serious in what she just mouthed in the mirror. What if she was serious and he didn't take any action on all that she said by not opening her bedroom door? Missing his perfect opportunity to have sex with his mother, he'd regret that for the rest of his life if he didn't act upon all that she said when talking to him in the mirror. Whether she knew it was a two-way mirror and knew he was there watching her or not, she gave him more than a glimpse in what she was feeling and what she was thinking about him. Besides, if for no other reason, if only to catch her without her clothes, he needed to see his mother's naked body up close and personal just as he needed her to see his naked body too. Ass, pussy, and tits, just as he wanted to see her naked, he wanted her to see him naked too. Hoping she'd fall to her knees and suck him, he wanted her to see his cock. Just as he was hoping she'd allow him to touch her, feel her, and fondle her naked body, he hoped that she'd reach out her hand to touch him, feel him, and fondle his naked body too. Ready to open his mother's bedroom door unannounced, without knocking, and without being invited inside was his only way to finally get the answers he was hoping to hear. The least he'd do is to embarrass and humiliate himself by walking in her bedroom naked. The least he'd do is to embarrass and humiliate her by walking in her bedroom and seeing her naked too. She may ask him to leave her house but that's the chance he'd have to take. The most he'd do is to finally know that his mother sexually wants him as much as he sexually wants her. The most he'd do is to finally have sex with his mother. This is it. This is really it. There's no turning back now. Knowing that his mother was naked behind her wooden door, he turned the knob and slowly opened his mother's bedroom door. Giving her a chance to deny him entry to her room, expecting her to scream, he waited for her to yell, 'Get out! Don't come in! I'm not decent.' When there was no response to him turning her doorknob, he ever so slowly opened her bedroom door. She didn't yell for him not to come in and that she wasn't decent. More and more, just a little bit more, he opened her door more. He continued opening her bedroom door wider and wider. He opened her door wide enough for him to see inside his mother's bedroom, to see his naked mother, and for her to see him too. He opened her bedroom door wide enough for him to walk through her door. With her door now wide open, she didn't scream her embarrassment when he saw her without her clothes. She didn't scream for him to get out or not to enter her bedroom when she saw him without his clothes. In the way that he stood there staring at her, she stood there staring at him. With her naked too, as if she knew he'd open her bedroom door, she stood facing the door while staring at him and staring at his naked prick in the way that he stood there staring at her naked tits and pussy. With her not having a negative reaction to him exposing his naked body to her nor her having a negative reaction to exposing her naked body to him, this was it. This was really it. This was finally it. Sex between him and his mother was finally going to happen. He couldn't believe it. This was either the start of something so sexually beautiful or so incestuously forbidden. They were going to have sex. Mother and son were finally going to have a sexual, incestuous relationship. She made no attempt to cover her nakedness and with him making no attempt to cover his erect prick, they stood there as if they were both fully dressed. As if they were two deer caught in a car's headlights, they just stood there staring at one another's naked bodies. The longer she stared at his exposed prick, the harder and longer it grew, and the more he sexually wanted her. The longer he stared at her naked breasts and pussy, the more erect her nipples became. He wondered again if she was as wet as he was hard. For sure, she was more beautiful naked than he had ever imagined her to be. Definitely more beautiful without her clothes, she was even more beautiful than she looked in the mirror. "Finally," she said with a laugh while breaking their silence. "I've been waiting for you to open my bedroom door. What took you so long?" To be continued... Mirror, Mirror on the Wall Ch. 06 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. * After six years of Joey incestuously lusting over his mother and after six years of Beatrice sexually teasing and incestuously enticing her son, mother and son finally have sex. Beatrice and Joey consummate their incestuous relationship. Review from chapter five Ready to open his mother's bedroom door unannounced, without knocking, and without being invited inside was his only way to finally get the answers he was hoping to hear. The least he'd do is to embarrass and humiliate himself by walking in her bedroom naked. The least he'd do is to embarrass and humiliate her by walking in her bedroom and seeing her naked too. She may ask him to leave her house but that's the chance he'd have to take. The most he'd do is to finally know that his mother sexually wants him as much as he sexually wants her. The most he'd do is to finally have sex with his mother. This is it. This is really it. There's no turning back now. Knowing that his mother was naked behind her wooden door, he turned the knob and slowly opened his mother's bedroom door. Giving her a chance to deny him entry to her room, expecting her to scream, he waited for her to yell, 'Get out! Don't come in! I'm not decent.' When there was no response to him turning her doorknob, he ever so slowly opened her bedroom door. She didn't yell not to come in her bedroom. She didn't yell that she wasn't decent. More and more, just a little bit more, he opened her door more. He continued opening her bedroom door wider and wider. He opened her door wide enough for him to see inside his mother's bedroom, to see his naked mother, and for her to see him too. He opened her bedroom door wide enough for him to walk through her door. With her door now wide open, she didn't scream her embarrassment when he saw her without her clothes. She didn't scream for him to get out or not to enter her bedroom when she saw him without his clothes. In the way that he stood there staring at her, she stood there staring at him too. With her naked too, as if she knew he'd open her bedroom door, she stood facing the door while staring at him and staring at his naked prick in the way that he stood there staring at her naked tits and pussy. With her not having a negative reaction to him exposing his naked body to her nor her having a negative reaction to her exposing her naked body to him, this was it. This was really it. This was finally it. Sex, sex, sex. Sex between him and his mother was finally going to happen. He couldn't believe it. This was either the start of something so sexually beautiful or so incestuously forbidden. They were going to have sex. Mother and son were finally going to have a sexual, incestuous relationship. He couldn't believe his incestuous, sexual fantasy was finally coming true. She made no attempt to cover her nakedness and with him making no attempt to cover his erect prick, they stood there as if they were both fully dressed. As if they were two deer caught in a car's headlights, they just stood there staring at one another's naked bodies. The longer she stared at his exposed prick, the harder and longer it grew, and the more he sexually wanted her. The longer he stared at her naked breasts and pussy, the more erect her nipples became. With her seemingly sexually wanting him as much as he incestuously wanted her, he wondered again if she was as wet as he was hard. For sure, as much as he had imagined her naked, she was more beautiful naked than he had ever imagined her to be. Definitely more beautiful without her clothes, she was even more beautiful standing here in person than she looked standing in front of the two-way mirror totally naked. "Finally," she said with a laugh while breaking their silence. "I've been waiting for you to open my bedroom door." She gave him a sexy look. "What took you so long?" * * * * * Chapter Six Overwhelmed by her nakedness and too busy staring at her beautiful, naked body, her question asking him what took him so long to open her bedroom door didn't immediately register. Totally strange as it was forbidden, he was unable to wrap his brain around being in his mother's bedroom while she was without her clothes. Even after seeing her naked through the two-way mirror, he couldn't believe he was seeing his mother naked again, this time with her seeing him naked too. Then finally getting his wits about him enough to understand her question, the answer to her question hit him like a brick thrown at his head. What took him so long to open her bedroom door? Duh? Obviously she's right. What did take him so long to make his move on his mother? Apparently, he needed her to hit him with a baseball bat to the back of his head for him to know that she sexually wanted him too. If only he knew she sexually wanted him as much as he incestuously wanted her, maybe he would have made his sexual move on her years ago. Yet, getting in the way of the natural sexual cues of dating, love, and romance, this wasn't just any woman. This was his mother. Yet, even if this was some other woman, men don't always get the subtle, sexual suggestions that women give, especially young, sexually inexperienced men and especially a son who's been afraid to cross the line of incest with his mother. With her sexually teasing him and incestuously enticing him by wearing her short, sheer, sexy, low cut nightgowns, it's been six, long, sexually frustrating years since he started lusting over her and incestuously wanting her. It's been six, long, sexually frustrating years of down nightgowns of seeing her tits and up nightgowns of seeing her panties. It's been six years of erections and masturbating while imagining what his mother looks like naked and what it would feel like to have sex with her. After years of sexually teasing, incestuously enticing, blatantly flashing, forbiddingly lusting, and endless masturbating, if only he knew that she's been sexually wanting him as much as he been incestuously wanting her, they would have already had sex by now. Since he turned 18-years-old, he's been sexually and incestuously lusting over his mother. Obviously, after constantly and continuingly flashing him, she expected him to make the next move but he didn't. Yet, with her seemingly expecting him to open her closed, bedroom door when she was dressing or undressing, what she said was in response to him delaying opening her bedroom door. After she sexually teased him and incestuously enticed him by flashing him down nightgowns and up nightgowns for six, long, sexually frustrating years, she's been waiting for him to make his next move by opening her bedroom door. 'Damn,' he thought to himself. 'How dumb could he be?' If only he knew she sexually wanted him as much as he incestuously wanted her, he would have done something about that sooner. Yet, with her his morally, modest mother, how could he know she was just as perversely perverted as he was? Now with her shamelessly standing there naked before him, seemingly his mother was just as sexually depraved as her son. As his justified explanation as to why it took him so long to open her bedroom door while she was dressing or undressing, obviously she hasn't been sexually lusting over him for as long as he's been incestuously lusting over her. Or has she? A long time coming, finally it all came to a head on Nude Day after he installed a two-way mirror in her room. Yet, even with her slow striptease show in front of the mirror, with him still filled with indecision, he would have opened her bedroom door sooner if he knew his mother wanted him as much as he wanted her. With him filled with angst, consternation, and sexual frustration, he would have opened her bedroom door sooner if he knew she was serious about all that she said in the mirror about wanting to have sex with him. Only he didn't know if she was talking to herself, talking to him, or mocking him for how he stares, leers, and ogles her nearly naked body whenever she parades around him in one of her sexy nightgowns. He would have opened her bedroom door sooner had he not stood outside her bedroom with his hand on her doorknob debating if he was making a mistake. With him standing outside her bedroom naked and with her inside her bedroom naked too, opening her bedroom door was still such a giant leap of faith. With him at the brink of disaster or at the epitome of Nirvana, opening her bedroom door was the point of no return. Something no longer to keep a lid on it, opening her bedroom door was opening Pandora's Box. Opening her bedroom door was making his incestuous, sexual feelings known to his mother and that was something that he could never take back should she reject him trying to seduce her. Suspecting she did, but not entirely certain, if only he knew his mother sexually wanted him as much as he incestuously wanted her, he may have acted sooner. With his sexy dreams and sexual fantasies getting in the way of his reality, he truly didn't that his mother wanted to have sex with him too. Sometimes he suspected that she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her but thinking that was him putting his sexual desires on her, he truly wasn't sure. Had he known his mother shared his incestuous, sexual feelings for him in the way that he sexually felt about her, he would have taken his mother in his arms, kissed her, and felt her through her clothes sooner. Yet now, finally, with her standing naked in front of him and him standing naked in front of her, without a doubt, he knew they'd be having sex. "You knew it was a two-way mirror?" Needing to ask the obvious question, he needed to know her suspect answer. Seemingly with the mirror obviously a two-way mirror, and with her look of patient understanding making him feel ridiculous for even asking her such an obvious question that he already knew the answer to, she smiled, rolled her eyes, and sighed. "I've seen enough cop shows and interrogation rooms to know a two-way mirror when I see one, Joey," she said with a laugh. "With the mirror mounted inside of the wall instead of on the surface of the wall, I knew it was a two-way mirror as soon as I saw it. I just couldn't believe you were so boldly horny enough to install a two-way mirror in my bedroom," she said giving him a sexy smile. "But I'm glad you did," she said with a laugh. "Sorry," he said suddenly feeling stupid for trying to fool her by installing a two-way mirror and suddenly feeling clueless that he didn't know that his mother sexually wanted him as much as he incestuously wanted her. 'How could he not know his mother sexually wanted him as much as he incestuously wanted her? He was so clueless,' he thought. 'With her sexually teasing him with her sexy, nearly see through nightgowns every day for six, long, sexually frustrating years, how could he not know his mother wanted an incestuous, sexual relationship with her son in the way that he wanted one with his mother?' Now that he knew that she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her, her sexual interest in him was obvious to him now. "It would have been cheaper and saved you all of the trouble had you just opened my bedroom door while I was dressing or undressing," she said giving him a naughty smile. Now, he wished he had opened her bedroom door sooner. "If only I knew," he said with a laugh. "I would have walked in your bedroom naked sooner. She gave him a curious look that seemingly questioned how he couldn't know that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. "Waiting for you to open my bedroom door for so long, if ever you had, I would have given you a show of my naked body," she said putting a hand on her hip, striking a pose, and giving him a sexy smile. "If ever you had opened my bedroom door unexpectedly, without knocking, and while I was changing, definitely I would have given you a show. If ever you had opened my bathroom door while I was showering, I would have given you sex," she said laughing while fingering her nipples. Now he was kicking himself for not accurately reading her signs. "I was afraid," he said staring at her touching herself. She shrugged. "You weren't afraid to install a two-way mirror in my bedroom," she said. He returned her shrug with his. "With my desperation trumping my fear, I was desperate to see you without your clothes," he said unapologetically. She gave him a sexy smile. "You're so naughty Joey to have installed a two-way mirror in Mommy's bedroom that I just may have to spank you." He suddenly imagined his mother unbuttoning and unzipping his jeans. He imagined her pulling down his jeans and his underwear and having him lay across her lap. He imagined her warm, motherly hand spanking his hot, naked ass. Only, she didn't have to remove his clothes to spank him. He was already naked. All she had to do was to reach around him and slap his naked ass. After all, he's been bad, very bad, and deserves a spanking from his mother. "Spank me?" A dirty, sexy look took hold of his face. "I'd love for you to spank me, Mother," he said with a naughty smile and a mischievous laugh. Better than going to a nude beach on Nude Day to celebrate his mother's birthday, with him already seeing his mother naked, her seeing him naked too, and her promising him sex, today was the best day of his life. Hopefully, today, was the best day of her life too. For obvious reasons, he couldn't think of ever having a better day. "Kiss me first and maybe I'll spank you later," she said laughing before getting serious. He stepped to her, took his mother's naked body in his arms, and kissed her. In the way he had French kissed her an hour earlier before she said she was tired and wanted to get ready for bed, he French kissed his mother again. She broke off his kiss to tell her son what she needed and wanted. "I want you to give me an orgasm with your fingers, your mouth, and your cock," she said whispering in his ear as if what she said was just for him. She whispered as if she didn't want anyone else to hear when there was no one else in her room. Yet, incest was their dirty, little secret. Incest needed to be whispered and not discussed in the open. Incest was something that a mother never did with her son and a son never did with his mother. Yet, incest was something that they were about to do. As sexually depraved as much as he was, she reached her hand down to finger her pussy. Then, giving him a taste of her, she reached her fingers that were moistened with her vaginal secretions up to his lips to slowly slide them across his lips. An involuntary reaction, as if licking her, he took his mother's fingers in his mouth and sucked them in the way that he imagined she'd be taking his cock in her mouth to suck him. Then, when she removed her fingers from his mouth, showing her a lot of his tongue, he licked his mother's vaginal secretions from his lips in the way that he'll soon be licking them from her pussy. She was so wet, and as if she was a cinnamon bun treat, when she put her wetness to his lips with her fingers and he licked his lips, she was so sticky, sweet. Not wasting any more time with teasing, enticing, and sexy games of seduction after six, long years of sexual frustration, as if he had just licked her pussy, he had just tasted his mother. The sensation, along with the taste of his mother's pussy on his lips and in his mouth, heated his lustful desire for her. He couldn't wait to lick her. He couldn't wait to eat her. He couldn't wait to position himself between her legs and to stick his fingers inside of his mother while licking her and watching her squirm. He couldn't wait to reach his other hand up to fondle her big breasts and finger her nipples. He couldn't wait to give her orgasms with his fingers, his mouth, and his cock. He couldn't wait to watch her and to hear her cum. He couldn't wait to eat his mother. He just couldn't wait to have sex with her. "I'd love to give you multiple orgasms with my fingers, my mouth, and my cock Mother," he said. He wanted to lick her. He wanted to eat her. He wanted to make love to her with his fingers, his mouth, and his cock. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted her to suck him. After lusting over her for so long, he wanted to do every sexual, incestuous thing to his mother over and again. "Then, I want you to make sweet love to me. And after you make love to me, I want you to fuck me really fuck hard," she said taking a step backwards to wrap her arms around herself as if she was already in bed with him. "After you fuck me and after I cum again, I'll give you a blowjob that you'll never forget," she said moving her hand back and forth in front of her mouth and pushing her cheek out and in with her tongue. Nothing new there, she was teasing him, sexually teasing him. In the way she's always done, his mother was incestuously enticing him. In the way she talked to him in such a seductive tone, so slow and so sexy, he's never heard his mother talk to anyone in that sex voice and salacious way before. Not enough that she was standing there naked, now he wished she was wearing one of her sexy nightgowns so that he could rip it off of her naked body. Joey took his mother in his arms again and kissed her as if she was his girlfriend and his lover instead of his mother. He impaled her mouth with his tongue while allowing his hand to fall to her firm, round ass. He couldn't believe he was feeling his mother's ass again, only this time he felt her naked ass instead of her panty clad ass. Just like in his sexy dreams about her, his sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't believe she was allowing him to kiss her while touching her and feeling her. Feeling her ass while squeezing her ass, as if he was polishing his bowling ball, his horny hand was all over his mother's firm, round, naked ass. Then, as he continued kissing her, he felt her firm, full, naked breasts and fingered her erect nipples while she fondled his cock with her manicured fingertips before wrapping her whole hand around his stiff prick. Slowly she stroked him to an even harder erection. Having imagined this day and masturbated over this day for years, he couldn't believe his mother was holding his erect prick in her hand while he felt her ass and fondled her breasts. Kissing and kissing her while touching her and feeling her naked body, the sensual sensation of his naked mother up against his naked body was unbelievable. As much as he loved his mother holding his naked cock in her hand, he loved holding his naked mother in his arms. Holding her naked body up against his naked body was better than he had imagined in his sexual fantasies and horny dreams. He couldn't wait to make love to her. He couldn't wait to fuck her. 'His mother was holding his cock in her hand. He couldn't believe his mother was holding his cock in her hand,' he thought to himself. A surreal sight to behold, he stared down at her hand. His mother was holding his cock while fondling the head of his stiff prick with her fingertips. He couldn't believe his mother was holding his cock while playing with his prick. Then, in the way he always imagined her doing when he masturbated himself, his hand became her hand. She slowly started to stroke him. His mother was stroking his cock. He couldn't believe his mother was stroking his cock. 'Oh, my God,' he thought. A long time, sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't believe his mother was finally masturbating him. Oh, my God, a sexy dream come true, he couldn't have dreamt a better scenario than this. Only, this was no dream. This was the real deal. He was naked with his naked mother and she was stroking his cock while he felt her ass, fondled her breasts, and fingered her nipples. Life just doesn't get any better than this to have his mother as his lover. Mirror, Mirror on the Wall Ch. 06 As if he was dreaming this or imagining his mother's warm hand on his stiff prick, she slowly masturbated him. Returning the favor by reciprocating in kind, he reached his hand down to rub her clit and finger her pussy with his right hand while still fondling her right breast and fingering her right nipple with his left hand. Just as he couldn't believe her hand was wrapped around his hard cock, he couldn't believe his fingers were inside of his mother's wet cunt. Cock for cunt. With her slowing stroking his cock, he was fingering his mother's pussy. He was rubbing her clit and finger fucking his mother while feeling her tits and fingering her nipples. Taking time for him to wrap his brain around everything that's happened so quickly, he couldn't believe he was in his mother's bedroom and they were both naked. With her hand wrapped around his cock and his fingers buried in her pussy, he couldn't believe she was stroking his prick while he was fingering her pussy. Just as she allowed him to feel her shapely ass, fondle her big tits, and finger her hard nipples, he couldn't believe she was allowing him to finger her wet pussy. Still having a difficult time adjusting to their new sexually incestuous relationship, he couldn't believe his mother was just as sexually aroused by his naked body as he was sexually aroused by her naked body. He couldn't believe his mother sexually wanted him as much as he incestuously wanted her. He was fingering his mother's cunt. Probing her pussy deeper and rubbing her clit harder and faster, he couldn't believe he was rubbing her clit while finger fucking his mother's cunt. She was wet, so very wet and he was hard, so very hard. He couldn't wait to make love to her with his tongue before making love to her with his cock. He couldn't wait to know what it felt like to be inside of his mother with his tongue and then with his cock. With her not rejecting him but welcoming him, finally his sexual fantasy is now his sexual reality. Still maintaining pressure on her clit while rubbing it and while finger fucking his mother, he leaned down to take her nipples in his mouth again, first one and then the other. Sucking and nibbling on her nipples with his lips, he pulled, turned, and twisted her nipple with his fingertips while feeling and fondling her breast with his big hand. She had beautiful breasts. So shapely and so firm, she had amazing tits. He couldn't believe he was feeling and fondling his mother's tits while sucking his mother's nipples, rubbing her clit, and fingering her pussy all while she stroked his cock. A sexual dream come true, he's been waiting a very long time for this. With her breathing heavily in his ear, he could feel her becoming sexually aroused. Moving his mouth back and forth from one nipple to the other, he loved sucking his mother's big tits while playing with her wet pussy. The more he sucked her tits and fingered her pussy the wetter and the more sexually aroused she became. He couldn't wait to eat her. He couldn't wait to lick her. He couldn't wait to watch her react to his tongue and to hear her cum. Then, by whispering the magic words in his ear, she gave him her permission to do what he couldn't wait to do. "Eat me, Joey. Lick my pussy. I can't wait to feel your tongue inside of me," she said slowly and seductively while whispering her incestuous, sexual lust for him in his ear. "Give me an orgasm with your fingers and with your mouth. I want to cum. I need to cum. Make me cum Joey. It's been a long time since I've had an orgasm that wasn't from my fingers, from my vibrator, or from my dildo." Damn. That's a sexy surprise to him. His mother masturbates herself. He suspected his mother masturbated but a son never thinks of his mother as having sexual needs, even this son, especially this son, who's so very sexually attracted to his mother. Suddenly having a vision of his mother playing with her sexual toys, he was surprised that she has a vibrator and a dildo. Suddenly, he had an image of his mother masturbating herself while rubbing her clit with her vibrator, fucking herself with her dildo, and fingering her nipples. 'Wow!' * * * * * As if they were tied at the waist, while still kissing her and with her kissing him, Joey backpedaled with his mother and moved her to her bed. She sat on her bed when he gently pushed back on her shoulders. Then, lying down, she made herself more comfortable on her bed. Scooting herself up higher and positioning herself with her legs bent, she spread her knees while Joey made himself more comfortable too. He made himself comfortable between his mother's legs where no son should ever feel comfortable. As if preparing himself to do battle and go to war, his mission was to make his mother cum. Even though he knew that she does now, his mission was to make his mother sexually want him as much as he sexually wants her. After the smoke cleared, with no medals pinned on his chest but for the beaming, sexually satisfied smile that his mother would surely give him, he was going to eat his mother. He couldn't believe he was about to lick his mother. Taking his sweet time while enjoying the moment, with her knees spread wide open, he stared down at all the glistening pink his mother was showing him. As if she was a captured prisoner, the spoils of war, he was seeing his mother's cunt up close and personal. Only, she wasn't his prisoner. She was his mother. With her not reluctant or forced, she was as much of a willing participate in their sexual, incestuous games as he surely was. With her nipples totally erect, she was so wet. Even from a distance of two feet away, he could detect her musky aroma. Accustomed to sniffing her worn panties, this fragrance was different, stronger, fresher, and more sexually exciting than just moving her used and discarded cotton panties to his nose. He couldn't wait to lick her. He couldn't wait to taste her. He couldn't wait to watch her, see her, and hear her cum. He couldn't wait to make her cum. Slowly the reality that he was having sex with his mother took hold of his horny brain and he couldn't believe his nose and lips were so very close to his mother's cunt. When he first opened her bedroom door, with him just seeing her pubic hair covered mound before, he only saw the mere external portion of her pussy. With her legs spread for him, as if she was giving him a personal, pussy tour, he was seeing all his mother's cunt now, the internal portion of her pussy. Overwhelmed by where to look first, he stared from her pretty face first before staring at her shapely breasts and before staring back at her pussy again. His sexual dream come true, yet even in his wildest, sexual fantasies, he couldn't believe he was seeing so very much of his mother's pussy. He couldn't believe she was willingly showing him so very much of her wet pussy. With his mother giving him a wide open invitation, as if he was her gynecologist instead of her son and she was his patient instead of his mother, he couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's cunt up close and personal. In the way he's dreamt of her wanting to touch him and to suck him, he couldn't believe that she wanted him to touch her, finger her, lick her, and fuck her. Not enough that he saw his mother's naked breasts, felt her naked tits, and sucked her naked nipples, he couldn't believe she was giving him an in depth view of her naked cunt too. With all that's sexually happened so quickly so very overwhelming, he couldn't believe that she wanted him to lick her pussy while fingering her pussy long enough to give her an oral orgasm. In the way that he did too, she wanted to cum. His mother wanted to cum. She wanted him to make her cum. His mother wanted him to give her an orgasm not only with his fingers but also with his mouth and with his cock. As if he was dreaming, it was all so surreal. Even in his wildest sexual fantasies of her while masturbating himself, he never thought that this would ever really happen. He made himself more comfortable on her bed and lowered himself further down between his mother's legs and closer to her pussy. As if her pussy wafted sexual pheromones, the aroma of her musky, vaginal secretions filled him with enough sexual arousal to make him dizzy with incestuous lust and sexual delight. He was about to eat his mother. With this his mother and not some woman he picked up at a bar and brought home for the night, he couldn't believe he was ready to lick his mother while fingering his mother. Yet, more than that, with his mother consenting to having sex with him, she immediately raised his status from that of a lowly perverted son to that of her willing, young lover. Once he licked her, made love to her, and fucked her, she'd no longer just be his mother, she'd be his sexy cougar. She'd be his lover. She'd be his woman. Once she sucked him, made love to him, and fucked him, he'd no longer just be her son, he'd be her young, stud of a lover. Her very own gigolo. With her complicit in wanting to have sex with him as much as he was her accessory in wanting to have sex with her, they were about to make passionate love. Albeit he was about to make love to her first with his mouth before making love to her with his cock. Yet, now, even though their sexual relationship was incestuously forbidden and sexually taboo, there was no longer any crime with a willing mother wanting to have sex with her willing son. With their sexual, incestuous relationship now out in the open between them, they were both consenting adults after all and what they did behind closed, bedroom doors wasn't anyone business but their own. With no more secretly teasing, enticing, peeping, masturbating, imagining, and sexually fantasizing, now anytime he wanted to have sex with his mother he could. Now anytime she wanted to have sex with her son she could too. Exploring her pussy by staring at her pussy before touching and fingering her pussy, something he imagined doing for years, he first played with her jet black, trimmed, pubic hair. Then, when he fingered her clit before rubbing her clit, she let out a gasp to his initial touch. Rubbing her clit while finger fucking her pussy, with her already squirming her naked ass on the bed, he was sexually arousing his mother by fingering his mother's cunt. The more she squirmed, the harder he rubbed her clit, the deeper he fingered her pussy, and the more he fingered her. He couldn't believe he was fingering his mother's cunt while getting ready to eat his mother's cunt. Whether consensual or not, there was something just so forbidden, depraved, and so raunchy for him to stick his face in his mother's pussy and go where no son should ever go with his mother. 'Oh, my God,' he thought to himself. 'This is so unbelievable and something I've been waiting years for it to happen.' Something he's been wanting to do and something he's been masturbating doing for years, he was about to have sex with his mother. Just as he did in his dream, he was about to give his mother cunnilingus. He was about to finger his mother's pussy before licking his mother's pussy. At least this time, as in his sexy dream and what a sexy dream that was, there wouldn't be three men standing over her masturbating and despoiling her by cumming all over her beautiful body. The only cum bath she'll be getting is from him. Yet, even now, with his dream so realistic, sometimes when he sees his mother, he imagines cum dripping from her hair, her nose, and her naked breasts. Sometimes, as what happened in his sexy dream with them on a nude beach, he wants to give his mother a cum bath. Yet, at least this time, as in his sexy dream, his mother wouldn't be having a twelve men gangbang. The only bang she'll be getting is from him. Yet, still in sexual shock, after six years of slow, sexual seduction, he couldn't believe how fast everything has progressed. That two-way mirror was what they needed to go from flashing and teasing to having sex. From hugging her in her sexy nightgown to asking her to go to a nude beach, now after seeing his mother naked and with her seeing him naked too, he was finally going to have sex with his mother. He couldn't believe he was about to have sex with his mother. From peeping on his mother undressing through the two-way mirror that he installed in her bedroom to seeing her in her panty and bra, to seeing her topless, and to seeing her naked, he still couldn't believe that he finally saw his mother naked. Finally, now, he was about to have his wicked, incestuous, sexual way with his mother's naked body. Taking his time to test the incestuous waters, he continued fingering his mother's pussy while staring at his mother's pussy and before licking his mother's pussy. Taking it super slow to savor the memory of his first time having incestuous sex with his mother, he continued exploring his mother's pussy as if this was the first pussy he's ever seen. Yet, with him having good reason to be wary in his sexual transgressions, this wasn't just any woman's pussy. Her pussy was a very special pussy. This was his mother's pussy, a most sacred place from where he emerged from between her legs 24 years ago. Seemingly, as if he was born to do this, he was about to make love to his mother with his fingers, with his mouth, and with his tongue before making love to her with his cock. A forbidden place and a hallowed place, savoring the moment before his tongue touched her for the first time, he lowered his mouth down to her to lick and to finger her where no son should ever lick and finger his mother. Then, licking her and licking her while gently fingering her, he ate his mother's cunt as if he was eating one of her gourmet, sweet desserts. Needing to record and memorize everything that happened the first time eating his mother, Joey took his sweet time eating his mother's black, hair trimmed pie. Something he always imagined doing while masturbating himself, he couldn't believe he was rubbing his mother's clit while fingering her pussy. Something he always imagined doing in his dreams before she sucked his cock, only this was no dream. Licking and licking her while fingering and fingering her, he couldn't believe he was licking his mother's cunt. He reached up his hands to fondle her breasts and finger her nipples while continuing to lick her pussy. Surprising to his sexually inexperienced self, the more he turned, twisted, and pinched her nipples, the more sexually excited she became. Evidentially by her moans and movements, her nipples, along with her clit, were obviously two of her erogenous zones. The harder he rubbed her clit, the deeper he licked her pussy, and the more that he played with her nipples, the more sexually aroused she became. He was pushing all of her sexual buttons now. As if they were longtime lovers, maybe because they knew one another so well because they were mother and son, he instinctively knew what to do to sexually please and pleasure her. Even in his wildest sexual fantasies of having sex with his mother, he never imagined his mother being this passionate and this sexual. Always believing that she was modestly moral, he never thought of her as a sexual slut or an incestuous whore. Even though he's always incestuously lusted over his mother, he never thought of her as a sexual animal. Yet, like mother like son, he thought of her as a sexual animal now, a woman who's just as horny as any man and who's just as horny as he is. "I love eating your pussy, Mom. I love licking your cunt," he said. Afraid of going too far and saying too much in his pillow talk, he couldn't help himself from sexually and explicitly telling her how he truly felt. "I love you being my dirty, little slut. I love you being my personal whore," he said hoping she'd be sexually excited rather than being offended. "I love that you're my cougar and I'm your stud, your very own gigolo." As if they were having their own sexy version of mother and son pillow talk, as soon as he uttered the words pussy, cunt, slut, and whore, she delightfully squirmed her sexual arousal to his naughty words. As if unlocking her secret combination of sexy, sexual foreplay, she seemingly enjoyed him talking dirty to her. Seemingly, the dirtier he talked the more sexually aroused she became. Whenever he thought of his mother, he thought of her as beautiful and sexy. Now, whenever thinking of her and whenever imagining his mother naked and having sex with her naked body, he'd add slut and whore to his descriptive vocabulary and to his personal imagery. With them making forever, sexual memories, seemingly, she enjoyed being called those names as much as he enjoyed calling her those names. "Oh, my God, Joey. If you continue talking dirty to me like that, you'll make me cum," she said seemingly hinting for him to continue talking dirty to her to make her cum. Taking her up on her offer to cum, he continued talking dirty to his mother. "You're such a sexy slut Mom," he said. She wiggled her ass and beamed him a smile when he called her a sexy slut. "You pegged me right for calling me a slut. I am a slut. You never knew that your mother is a cock sucking, cock hungry, cock loving slut," she said with a dirty laugh. 'Oh, my God,' he thought. 'His mother just called herself a cock sucking, cock hungry, cock loving slut. She must have quite the sexual past. He couldn't help but wonder just how many cocks she sucked. Maybe later, they could discuss that more in depth.' "Well, you're my cock sucking, cock hungry, cock loving slut now," he said. Seemingly getting more sexually aroused from all of his sexually salacious pillow talk, with her leading him on, of course, yet as if they were lovers in another life, Joey inherently knew just want to say to sexually excited his mother. "I'm such a whore for dirty talk especially when you have your tongue and your fingers buried in my cunt," she said wigging her tight, shapely ass and pulling her son's face closer to her pussy by his head. "I love you eating me, Joey," she said. He couldn't believe his mother called herself a slut, a cock sucking, cock hungry, and cock loving slut. Her descriptive painted him an image of his mother sucking cocks, lots of cocks. Her provocative words sexually excited him for his mother to think of herself in that salaciously sexual way just as it sexually excited him to think of his mother in that incestuously scandalous way. Then, she called herself a whore for dirty talk? He liked thinking of his mother as if she was a whore, his own personal, incestuous whore. No doubt, hinting for him to continue talking dirty to her, obviously she wanted to cum and his dirty talk was part of her sexual formula to having an orgasm. "I love licking you, Mother, while feeling your tits and fingering your nipples. I love tasting you. I love sticking my tongue inside of you. I love rubbing your clit while licking you and fucking you with my long, stiff fingers," he said continuing when she wiggled her sexual arousal to his dirty talk. From fingering her pussy, licking her pussy, fingering her nipples, and talking dirty to her, he had his mother moaning and wiggling her shapely, sexy ass and her sexual lust for her son all over her bed. "Oh, Joey," she said humping his mouth and mashing his face in her pussy again. She tried holding his head in place for him to lick her but he moved his face from her pussy again to speak. "I love your pussy Mom," he said coming up for air and pausing from licking her pussy to talk dirty to her again. "I can't wait to stick my cock in your cunt. I can't wait to make love to you before fucking you and pounding your pussy hard. I can't wait to hear you cum. I can't wait for you to suck my cock." Perhaps too much of a good thing and going a little overboard with the dirty talk, Betty reeled him back for him to focus more on eating her pussy than on talking dirty to her. Mirror, Mirror on the Wall Ch. 06 "Even though I love the dirty talk and need the dirty talk to cum, they'll be more time for that later. Now, if you don't mind, less talking and more licking Joey," she said putting a hand to the back of his head and mashing his face in her wet pussy again. Just as he imagined her doing at the beach, she grabbed him by his ears and rubbed his face all over her wet cunt. As if he was the one receiving a cum bath, his mother's cum bath, he couldn't believe that he had a face full of her pussy secretions. With her in his mouth, up his nose, and all over his chin and cheeks, he was drenched from his mother's pussy. Seemingly sexually exciting her when she did, she lifted her head to look down at her son eating her. "That's it, Joey. Right there. Lick me right there. Don't stop licking me, lover. Rub me harder. Lick me faster. Eat Mommy's pussy," she said. "Lick Mommy. Lick Mommy, Joey. Lick me." Such an obedient son, Joey licked his mother while rubbing her clit, fingering her pussy, and reaching up to fondle her breasts and finger her nipples with his other hand. "Oh, my God. I can't believe I'm eating your pussy. I can't believe I'm licking my mother's cunt," he said coming up for a breath of air again before returning his mouth to his mother's pussy. As soon as he uttered the word cunt again, he could feel her squirm again. Then, licking faster and fingering her harder, her legs tensed and her entire body became rigid. "I'm cumming Joey. I'm going to cum," she said breathlessly. "Oh, my God! Oh, my God, I'm cumming. I'm cumming. Just don't stop licking me. Please don't stop licking me. I'm almost there," she said moving her hips around to move his tongue where she needed it the most. Knowing it was just a matter of a minute or two before his mother would have her orgasm in his mouth, Joey rubbed her clit harder, fingered her deeper, and licked her faster. "Cum, Mother. Cum. Cum in my mouth. I want to taste your cum. I want to swallow your cum," he said. "Cum Mom, cum." He thought of the sexy dream he had of his mother with three men cumming all over her face, all over her chest, in her hair, and even in her mouth while he was eating her pussy. He thought of the sexy dream he had of his mother pulling a twelve man gangbang train on the beach. Servicing one man after servicing another man, he couldn't believe he had such a sexy dream of his mother being sexually taken by so many men. With her having sex with two men at a time in his dream, and now with his mother calling herself a cock sucking, cock hungry, and cock loving slut, maybe one day they could have sex with others. Now, his dream come true, here he was having sex with his mother. Maybe they could join the swinging lifestyle and become mother and son swingers. Wouldn't that be something? With no one ever suspecting that they were mother and son, no one would have to know their dirty, little, incestuous secret that they're mother and son. Indeed, that delicious, sexual tidbit would be their dirty little secret. With her looking so much younger and him looking so much older, they could easily pass as boyfriend and girlfriend instead of as mother and son. Maybe one day, his mother will agree to go to a nude beach with him. Maybe one day, his sexy dream will come true and his mother will agree to be gangbanged by several men. The only problem with that dream was that he wanted his mother all to himself. After finally having sex with her, not willing to share her, he didn't want his mother having sex with anyone else but him. As if trying to get more of his tongue inside of her, Betty put a heavy hand to the back of Joey's head and pushed push his head forward. As if reverse birthing him, seemingly she tried to push him back inside of her. Now with her having sex with her son, she tired pushing more of him in her pussy instead of pushing him out of her pussy as she did in childbirth. Seemingly wanting as much of him inside her as she could, she tightened her legs and literally raised her ass off the bed to move her pussy closer to her son's mouth. "Oh, Joey! Oh, Joey. Oh, my God, Joey," she screamed while pulling his hair and mashing his face harder in her warm, wet pussy. "Lick my pussy faster. Rub my clit harder and finger my cunt deeper. Don't stop. Please don't stop licking me. Rub me harder while licking me faster." Falling mute, she silently exploded her sexual lust for her son before collapsing in a heap of sexual afterglow. Joey climbed up to her and moved beside her. He rubbed her vaginal secretions away with his hand and she kissed the rest of her wetness from his face. Holding one another as if they never wanted to let go, they rested like that for a few minutes before she slid her body down to move her mouth to her son's semi-erect prick. "I've been dying to suck you, Joey," she said staring up at him with her brown eyes and with his cock in her hand. "I've been dying to blow my son. I can't wait to taste you," she said giving him a sexy smile. "I can't wait for you to cum in my mouth but first I need to make love to you before fucking you and before sucking you. I'll just make you hard with my mouth so that you can make love to me," she said continuing to stare up at her with her big, beautiful, brown eyes. Joey watched his mother kiss his cock before licking his cock while stroking his cock. Something he longed to see and something he masturbated over the imagined thoughts and image of her doing for so very long, he couldn't believe his mother was actually holding his erect prick in her hand in readiness to take him in her mouth. Then, as if he was dreaming it, he couldn't believe his mother was kissing his cock while licking his cock and stroking his prick. With his cock wrapped in his mother's hand as if his prick was her pig in a blanket, his mother's tongue was all over his stiff prick. As if happening in slow motion, an unbelievable sight to behold, he watched her open her mouth and take him inside her warm, wet mouth. His cock was in his mother's mouth. His sexual fantasy finally coming true, he couldn't believe his cock was in his mother's mouth. The feeling of his stiff prick in his mother's mouth was truly unbelievable. He's had blowjobs before, of course, but this was a special blowjob. As if giving him the best birthday or Christmas gift she could have possibly given him, this was a loving blowjob from the love of his life, his loving mother. Just as he couldn't believe he had French kissed his mother, was seeing his mother naked, feeling his mother's naked body, and had just given her oral sex, he couldn't believe his mother was sucking his prick. His mother was sucking his cock. His mother was blowing him. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. With her lips stretched across his engorged cock, he watched his hard, hairy dick buried in his mother's mouth. Teasing him with her tongue, she stared up at him while she continued stroking him and sucking him. "Oh, my God, Mother, this is the best blowjob I've ever had," said Joey while gently humping her mouth and fucking her face. "Suck me, Mom. Blow me," he said putting a gentle, loving hand to the back of her pretty head. Sucking him while stroking him, he was so very close to cumming in her mouth. He couldn't believe he was about to cum in his mother's mouth. Only, wanting to save himself from cumming now to cum later, cumming in her mouth would have to wait until after he made love to her and after he fucked her, fucked her really hard. First, he needed to feel his big prick inside of his mother's wet pussy. As soon as he was hard enough, she didn't waste any time removing him from her mouth and climbing up to meet his lips. She mounted him as if she was his lover instead of his mother. With her seemingly as eager to make love to him as he was eager to make love to her, as soon as he was hard enough, she reached down to stick his cock by her pussy lips. This was it. This was really it. He was going to finally feel what it's like for his cock to be inside of his mother's cunt. He was going to make love to his mother. With a hump and a push, as soon as he inserted himself inside of her, he felt the warm, wet sensation of her. Joey was making love to his mother. He couldn't believe he was making love to his mother. He rolled her over and slowly and lovingly humped her. Then, after making love to her, he was going to fuck his mother. Just as he couldn't wait to eat her before and make love to her now, he couldn't wait to fuck her later. A sexual dream come true, he was still unable to wrap his head around all that happened in such a short time. He couldn't believe he was going to make love to his mother and fuck his mother just as he couldn't believe he gave her cunnilingus, gave her an oral orgasm, and she gave him a partial blowjob. Kissing and kissing her, as if his prick knew exactly what to do, coming home again, with her hand guiding his prick, his cock parted his mother's pussy lips and slid itself inside. Oh, my God, with her so warm and so very wet, the initial feeling of parting his mother's pussy lips and feeling his cock slide inside of her is something he'll never forget. He's had sexual intercourse before with other women, of course, but nothing like this. Never anything like this. He was making love to his mother. He couldn't believe that he was making love to his mother. Slowly at first, he gradually felt his stiff prick sliding deeper inside of his mother. Kissing and kissing one another, they continued kissing while making love. Slowly humping her with her slowly humping him, he was making love to his mother, really making love to her. With him having sexual intercourse with his mother, he couldn't believe he was finally making love to his mother. Now, they weren't just mother and son, they were much more than that, they were lovers. "Make love to me, Joey," she said whispering in her son's ear. "I need to feel your cock deep inside of me," she said pushing her hand down on his naked ass for his cock to slide in her deeper. "Then, after you make love to me, I want you to fuck me, really fuck me hard. I want you to pound my pussy fast and hard until I cum," she said whispering in his ear while licking his ear and blowing in his ear. "Then, after I cum, I'm going to suck your cock like it's never been sucked before," she said kissing her son and burying her tongue in his mouth. Damn, not only did she like him to talk dirty to her but also she liked talking dirty to him too. When she whispered her lust in his ear, he became even more sexually aroused by her words and by her sexually seductive voice. He humped her harder. He humped her faster. Immediately he quickly progressed from making love to his mother to fucking his mother. When she showed her sexual passion for him, he humped her faster. When she whispered her sexy words in his ear, he humped her harder. Humping her harder and humping her faster, Joey was determined to give his mother a second orgasm. After already giving her an orgasm with his mouth and fingers, he couldn't wait to give her an orgasm with his cock. In the way she was giving him sexual pleasure with her naked body, he wanted to give her sexual pleasure with his hard cock buried inside of her pussy. Even though he was making love to his mother and fucking his mother, he was preoccupied with her blowing him. He couldn't wait until she took him in her mouth again. He couldn't wait until she sucked him again. He couldn't wait to see his cock buried in his mother's mouth again while she stared up at him with her big, brown, beautiful eyes. "Oh, my God, Mom. I love you. I so fucking love you," he said humping her pussy harder and humping her pussy faster. Even though he was making love to his mother and couldn't wait to fuck his mother, really fuck his mother, he couldn't wait for her to blow him again. He couldn't wait to put a gentle hand behind his mother's head to run his fingers through her jet, black hair and to hump her mouth while fucking her face. He couldn't wait until he ejaculated his load of warm, oozy cum in his mother's willing mouth. He couldn't wait to watch her swallow his cum. He couldn't wait for her to blow him. He just couldn't wait for her to suck him. Something he thought would never happen and something he thought was just a sexual fantasy, he couldn't believe he was making love to his mother. Humping her a little faster and a humping her a little harder, he couldn't believe he'd soon be fucking his mother, really fucking his mother. Even though he was supposedly making love to her, there were periods when he was fucking her. Only, he's yet to fuck her in the way that he really wanted to fuck her. He really wanted nothing better than to pound her pussy into the mattress and bang her really hard. If she thinks he's fucking her now, wait until he really fucks her. Just as she plans to blow him like he's never been blown before, he plans on fucking her in a way that she's never been fucked before. He couldn't believe she promised him a blowjob like he's never had before. Just as he loved it when his mother sucked his cock, and just as he loved it when his mother talked dirty to him, with her responding back in kind, he loved it when his mother talked dirty to him too. Sexually exciting him as much as it seemingly sexually excited her to talk dirty, he loved it when she called herself a slut and referred to herself as a whore. She especially sexually excited him when she called herself a cock sucking, cock hungry, cock loving slut. While kissing and kissing her, he slowly and lovingly humped his mother's pussy while gradually increasing the speed and the force of his humps. Humping her harder and humping her faster while continuing to kiss her and kiss her, he made love to her as if she was his girlfriend or his wife instead of his mother. Now, having already transgressed beyond the forbidden and the prohibited, in addition to being his mother, she was his lover. With him looking forward to having a whole new life with his mother, never could they return to the way things were before. A sexually exciting and comforting place to be, he never thought he'd feel what it was like to be buried in his mother's warm, wet pussy. Unlike the sexual feeling he had when inside any other woman, he loved being inside of her. With her blanking his mind with her kisses, he loved kissing her. He loved showing his mother how much he loved her, really loved her. Now that he's had sex with her, he hoped to have sex with her over and again. "Oh, Joey. Don't stop. I'm going to cum. Oh, my God. I don't believe this. I'm going to cum again. This is incredible. You're such an incredible lover," she said wrapping her arms around his neck and her legs around his back while she humped him harder and faster. She pressed her hand on his naked ass again and pushed him deeper inside of her. "I love feeling your cock slide deeper inside of me." As if they were connected and they were with his appendage firmly plugged in her socket, he could feel her cumming. Letting out her passion in a sexually aroused gasp and with a sexually relieved moan in his ear, she had a nearly silent orgasm again. Thinking that she'd be a real screamer, she wasn't. Not letting him go, already enjoying the calm, relaxing afterglow of sex, she stayed like that with him inside of her until he felt himself growing soft. She held him. She hugged him. She kissed him. Wishing he could have ejaculated in his mother's pussy, but saving his cum for her mouth later, he'd much rather cum in her mouth first. He'll be ejaculating in his mother's pussy plenty of times later. When his cock finally slipped out of her, he moved beside her and they stayed like that holding one another and kissing one another to catch their breath. Then, she moved her body down to his cock. She took him in her hand before taking him in her mouth. She started sucking him again. His mother was sucking his prick again. He couldn't believe his mother had his cock in her mouth again. Indeed, his mother was definitely a cock sucking, cock hungry, cock loving slut. He had to continually say that to himself for him to understand that his mother was blowing him. His mother had his stiff prick in his mouth. His mother was sucking his cock. He couldn't believe his mother was sucking his cock. He couldn't wait to cum in her mouth. This is it. This is finally it. She was going to suck him, really suck him to make him really hard so that he could fuck her. She wasn't going to stop sucking him until he was hard enough to give her a good fucking. Then, after he fucked her, she was going to suck him again, really suck him. This time she wasn't going to stop sucking him until he exploded his cum in her mouth and until she swallowed. She promised him the best blowjob of his life. As eager as he was to eat his mother, make love to his mother, and fuck his mother hard, he was eager for her to suck him. In the way he couldn't wait for his mother to give him an orgasm with her mouth, he couldn't wait to give his mother another orgasm, this time with his cock instead of with his fingers and tongue. Hoping he didn't cum inside of her while fucking her, he'd rather cum in her mouth. Yet, wanting to sexually experience it all, he wanted to fuck her too. He really wanted to fuck her so very hard. She promised to give him the best blowjob of his life and after already having sucked his prick to get him hard with her mouth, he believed her. Never has he had a better blowjob than when his mother was sucking his prick. Never did he want any other woman to suck his cock after his mother had his penis in her mouth. He just couldn't wait to cum in her mouth. She made him hard again with her hand and with her mouth. Something he'll never tire of seeing, Joey loved staring down at her while watching her blowing him. Something so very surreal about it, as if he was having a sexual fantasy, he loved seeing his cock in his mother's mouth. He loved feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples as she stroked him and sucked him. Then, as soon as he was hard enough, she ejected his cock from her mouth with her tongue. As if she was a monkey climbing a tree, she climbed up to meet her son's lips. Kissing and kissing him, she reached down to insert him inside of her again. As soon as his cock slid all the way inside of her, she gasped. Oh, my God, it was such an incredible feeling to have his prick buried inside of his mother. "Fuck me, Joey, fuck me. I want you to really pound my pussy. Don't worry. You won't hurt me," she said burying her tongue in his mouth in a passionate, French kiss. "Fuck me fast and fuck me hard," she said whispering her sexual, incestuous lust in his ear once breaking off their kiss. When Betty mounted her son again, as soon as his mother inserted his cock in her pussy, he rolled her over and started humping her. Gentle at first, he humped her harder and humped her faster. Humping her harder and humping her faster, he was fucking her now. He was really fucking his mother now. As if she was some whore, a stripper, or a prostitute that he picked up on a drunken Saturday night, he couldn't believe he was really fucking his mother. Pounding her pussy, he humped her fast and he humped her hard. "Oh, my God, Mom. This feels so incredible," he said humping her harder and humping her faster. "I love you Mom. I love you Mommy," he said humping her so fast and so hard that he could no longer kiss her too. She smiled her love for her son. "I love you too, Joey," she said kissing him. "Fuck me, Joey. Fuck me. Fuck me faster," she said. "Fuck me harder," she said. "I want you to hump me hard and hump me fast. I want you to make me cum again. Only, don't cum inside of me, not yet," she said whispering her forbidden, incestuous lust in his ear. Mirror, Mirror on the Wall Ch. 06 "Okay Mother," said Joey determine not to cum in his mother just yet. "I want to suck you after you fuck me. I need for you to cum in my mouth. I need to swallow your cum," she said. "Then, after I blow you, when we take a shower together later, you can fuck me in the shower up against the shower wall and cum inside of me then. Okay?" Always the obedient son, Joey humped his mother harder and faster. Humping her even faster and even faster, a pile driving piston going up and down and up and down, he was a fucking machine. "Okay," said Joey while now having the image of fucking his mother in her newly remodeled shower. "I can't wait for you to suck me, Mom. I can't wait for you to blow me," said Joey. "And I can't wait to cum in your pussy later when we shower together." His sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't believe his mother wanted to blow him. He couldn't believe his mother wanted him to cum in her mouth. He couldn't believe his mother wanted to swallow his cum. Besides himself with incestuous, sexual lust for his mother, as if he was a pile driving fucking machine, he humped her harder and humped her faster. Up and down and in and out he fucked her. He fucked her harder and he fucked her faster. Difficult for him to process all of this that happened so very fast, he couldn't believe his mother wanted him to cum inside of her later. He couldn't believe his mother wanted to take a shower with him later too while having sex with him in the shower. Hoping this wasn't a onetime thing, he wondered if from now on, he'll be sleeping in his mother's bed. Imagining fooling around with her every night and every morning, he'd loved to sleep in the same bed with her. Betty returned her son's humps and kissed him with loving passion that he's never felt when making love to a woman. Every other woman he's ever been with has paled in comparison to what he was feeling when having sex with his mother now. Just as he was showing her the love he felt for her, she was showing him the love she felt for him. Just as he hasn't shown any woman he's been with the love he felt for her, no woman has ever shown him the love they felt for him but for his mother. "After you give me another orgasm, I want to feel you in my mouth," she said whispering in his ear while kissing, licking, and blowing in his ear. "I want to blow you. I want to suck you and I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to swallow your cum. Then, later, when you make love to me again, I want to feel you cumming inside of me," she said. Joey pounded his mother's pussy as hard and as fast as he could. Humping her harder and humping her faster, he felt her legs tighten beneath him. He knew she was on the verge of having her third orgasm. He couldn't disappoint her. He had to hump her even harder and even faster than he had humped her before. Humping her harder and humping her faster, he gave her all that he had to make her cum. "I can't wait for you to suck my cock Mom after I pound your pussy and after you have another orgasm. I can't wait to cum in your mouth. I can't wait to watch you swallow my cum," he said. "I can't wait to have sex with you in the shower. I can't wait to fill your pussy with my prick again. I can't wait to cum in your cunt." The dirtier and the more sexually explicit he talked, the more sexually excited she was getting. All he could think about is fucking his mother. All he could think about was his mother sucking him. All he could think about is cumming in his mother's mouth and his mother swallowing his cum. All he could think about is taking a shower with his mother, having sex with her in her shower, and cumming inside of her. All he could think about is sleeping in the same bed with his mother. All he could think about is having sex with her night and day. Determined to give her a third orgasm, he humped her faster and he humped her harder. "Oh, Joey, you're going to make me cum again. Mommy is cumming. I'm cumming. Fuck me faster Joey. Fuck me harder. That's it. Right there. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Harder. Faster. Oh, oh, oh, my God. Oh, my God! Oh, Joey. Oh, my God. Oh, Joey. Oh, Joey!" Beatrice collapsed as if she had fainted but her eyes were open and she was smiling. "That was incredible Mom. I almost came inside of you. I was so close. The only thing that stopped me from cumming in your cunt was thinking of your blowing me, me cumming in your mouth, and you swallowing my cum," he said. "The only thing that stopped me from cumming inside of you is thinking about taking a shower with you later and cumming in you then." She pulled him closer and hugged him harder while kissing him. "I can't wait to suck you, Joey," she said whispering in his ear while licking and blowing in his ear. She kissed him and they kissed and kissed while she fondled his prick and he fondled her breasts and fingered her nipples. I can't wait for you to cum in my mouth," she said staying like that while enjoying the afterglow of sex. Then, once she recovered, kissing him and licking his hard body all the way down as she went, she slid her lips down to meet his big, stiff prick. She took him in her mouth again and as soon as she did, Joey gasped. This was it. This was really it. His mother was giving him his promised blowjob. His mother's lips on his cock while her fingers were wrapped around it while she stroked him was such an incredible feeling. His cock buried in his mother's mouth while she stared up at him with her big, brown eyes was a feeling that he could never imagine nor ever forget. When he looked down at her, she was smiling up at him with his big, hard, hairy prick in her mouth. He watched her stroking him and he watched her sucking him before he closed his eyes to enjoy the sexy sensation of his mother's mouth. Then, when he opened his eyes, he was ready for action. This time he put a heavier hand to the back of her head. This time, he humped her mouth harder while fucking her face faster. Moving his hips while she stroked him with her hand, sucked him with her mouth, and licked him with her tongue, his mother was such an incredible cocksucker. Already on the verge of cumming after making love to her and then fucking her, it didn't take Joey long to explode a huge load of warm, oozy cum in his mother's mouth. There was so much cum and his mother swallowed it all. "Oh, my God, Mom. I don't believe this. I'm going to cum," he said. Her mouth was like a vacuum. She sucked the cum right out of him. "I can't stop it this time. I'm going to cum," he said. "I can't believe I'm already going to cum. Oh, Mom." Betty stroked her son faster while sucking him deeper. With her seemingly wanting her son to cum in her mouth, Joey was happy to oblige his mother. "Cum Joey, cum. Cum in Mommy's mouth," she said briefly removing his cock from her mouth for her to speak. "Cum, Joey. Cum. Cum in Mommy's mouth." Pushing her head forward with his heavy hand on the back of her head, Joey unloaded six, long years of incestuous lust in her mouth. He ejaculated all of the sexual attraction and all of the love that he had for his mother in her mouth. Continuing to suck him while stroking him, she left her mouth there until she drained her son dry and swallowed every drop of cum he had. Coming through with her promise, never had Joey had a better blowjob. "That was unbelievable Mom," said Joey. "You are quite the cocksucker." She moved up to him and kissed him and he could taste himself on her lips in the way she must have tasted herself on her lips after he ate her. "Maybe there's a way I can top that," she said giving him a sexy smile and a naughty look. He looked at her not believing that anything she sexually did could ever top that blowjob. He recalled all that they've sexually done together in such a short time. "How could you possibly top you parading around me nearly naked in your sexy nightgowns? How can you possibly top all of the down nightgowns and up nightgowns you've given me over the years? How could you possibly top you stripping off your clothes in front of the two-way mirror, me seeing you in your bra and panty, topless, and naked? How can you possibly top you French kissing me? How could you possibly top you making love to me? How can you possibly top you fucking me? How could you possibly top you blowing me, allowing me to cum in your mouth, and you swallowing my cum?" He looked at her assured that there was nothing else that she could possibly sexually do to top any of all that she's already done. As if she was the cat that just ate the canary, she looked at him with sexual passion and gave him a sexy smile. * * * * * "Maybe tomorrow we can go to that nude beach in a belated celebration of Nude Day and my birthday," she said giving him a sexy smile and a naughty look again. Nude beach? His mother wants to go to a nude beach? No way! He'd love to see his mother on a nude beach. He'd love to see the reaction of other men seeing his Mom naked. "Really?" Seemingly as if it was now no big deal to her, she shrugged him a sexy smile. "Sure. Why not?" Joey envisioned his mother walking along the beach with him naked. He envisioned her frolicking in the ocean water with him. He envisioned them laying on a towel on the hot sand while he rubbed suntan lotion all over his mother's naked body and in places where a son should never rub suntan lotion on his naked mother. He envisioned his mother rubbing suntan lotion all over his naked body and in places where a mother should never rub suntan lotion on her naked son. "Oh, my God, Mom. I'd love to go with you to a nude beach," said Joey verbalizing his voyeurism and his mother's exhibitionism in an understatement of public, sexual incest. "Now that you've seen me naked, now that you ate my pussy, now that we've made love, and now that you fucked me, I'm no longer just your mother but I'm now your woman," she said looking at him with sexual satisfaction. "Oh, Mother," he said kissing her. "Now that I sucked your prick, you ejaculated your cum in my mouth, and I swallowed your cum, I no longer care who else sees my naked body," she said moving her naked body higher to whisper her sexual lust in his ear. "I'm actually sexually excited by the thoughts of walking naked on a nude beach with you in belated celebration of Nude Day and my birthday. I'm sexually excited by the thoughts of seeing your reaction to other men seeing me naked too," she said while stroking his cock in her hand and giving him another erection. "Oh, my God, Mother. I can't wait to show off your naked body. I can't wait for everyone to see you naked," he said ready to take a shower with his mother. * * * * * It was a bright sunny, summer day the kind of day that people love having fun at the nude beach. Albeit a belated Nude Day holiday and combined birthday celebration, Joey and Betty walked hand and hand at the nude beach. Who knows, now that he sexually liberated his mother, maybe she wouldn't mind having sex in public at the nude beach the day after Nude Day? Just like in his dream, maybe she wouldn't mind men masturbating over her and giving her a cum bath while they had sex. Who knows, after liberating her from being such a morally, modest mother for her to be his sexy, incestuous woman, maybe she'll want to be gangbanged while he watched. With Pandora's Box now wide open, so aren't the possibilities of them having a new, sexual lifestyle. Maybe they'll join the swinging lifestyle and become swingers. Maybe she'll be agreeable to having sex with other men and/or even women while he watched. He'd like to watch his mother fucking and sucking another men. He'd love to watch his mother having sex with women. Only, one step at a time. Maybe her having sex with others is something they can discuss over pillow talk later. For now, going to a nude beach together was quite enough. Yet, even though he liked thinking about watching his mother having sex with other men and possibly women too, he wouldn't want her having sex with anyone but him. Even though it sexually excited him to think that his mother was a sexual slut and an incestuous whore, she was his sexual slut and his incestuous whore. Now, he couldn't wait to shower with her and cum in her pussy, just as he couldn't wait to sleep in her bed tonight, and go to the nude beach with her tomorrow. THE END Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote.