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Mom & Son Sex on Valentine's Day Ch. 01

By: SusanJillParker



Resplendent with candles, soft music, and wine, Kathryn was just out of her bath. After having relaxed herself while luxuriating herself in her bathtub, her way of spending Valentine's Day alone, she looked forward to pleasuring herself with her friends, Vinnie Vibrator and Domenic Dildo. Between the music and the bathroom exhaust fan blocking her hearing, Kathryn turned off her radio to listen to a loud noise she thought she heard. Sounding like the front door slamming shut, still unable to hear anything, she turned off her bathroom exhaust fan to listen. Now with everything so stilly quiet, she thought she heard something. Sounding like a door, she thought she was alone until she heard a door slam shut. Hoping it was her son and not a burglar, she blurted her thoughts out loud.

"Who was that? What the Hell was that?" Naked and alone, she was afraid. "Oh, my God, is there someone here?"

Just about to emerge from the shower naked as she always does when she's home alone, she was glad she had the forethought to bring her bathrobe with her in the bathroom this time. Normally she's not in the habit of wearing her bathrobe. Too heated up when she gets out of her hot shower, she prefers wearing just a towel. Most times when alone, wrapping herself in a thick, oversized, cotton towel, normally she doesn't wear her bathrobe when she's getting ready for bed.

Calling it an early night, with no one there to celebrate Valentine's Day with, she figured she celebrate the holiday of love alone with her masturbating toys. Not as inhibited and modest as most mothers are, comfortable in her own skin, she's comfortable walking around the house and around her son wearing a sheer, sexy nightgown or a towel, or even naked when alone. Yet, not wanting to give Tommy the wrong impression of her, if her son was home to have made that loud noise, she didn't want to give him a free show of her naked body.

Bad enough she walks around him in her nearly see-through nightgown, not wanting to push the envelope by crossing the incest line, how would that look, a mother walking around naked in front of her son? Even though the thought of her son seeing her naked physically sickened her, oddly enough, sometimes but not all the time, thinking about her son seeing her naked sexually excited her too. The thought of Tommy seeing her naked sexually excited her more when she was horny and home alone masturbating over the thoughts of having sex with her son. Being that she hasn't had sex in a long while, since her husband left her for her younger sister, Maureen, and with her beginning to go through menopause, she's been so very horny lately.

Never thinking of having sex with her son before, but now that Tommy was home with her again, he was constantly on her mind, and the sexual excitement of seeing him naked or him seeing her naked sexually aroused her. Continuing her inappropriate sexual thoughts about her son, with her already horny in readiness to masturbate in her bedroom over the incestuous thoughts of having sex with him, she wondered what he'd say if ever he saw her naked. Only never taking a step across the incestuous line other than in her private thoughts and sexual fantasies while pleasuring herself, she didn't have the guts to strip naked in front of him.

In the way that she's freely flashed her naked body to men in the past, to the postman, to the UPS and FedEx drivers, and to the pizza delivery man, when her son was away at school and she was home alone, she could never be naked in front of her son. Awkwardly uncomfortable, having never stripped naked in front of Tommy before, oddly enough, her hormonal horniness made her think about stripping naked in front of him now. Only, now, an unanswered question that she asked herself again and again, especially whenever having such inappropriate thoughts, what kind of mother walks around naked in front of her son? More importantly, what would he think of her after seeing her naked? Would he still respect her?

Whenever just thinking about her son, especially with her standing there naked while listening for noises, she fantasized about flashing him, that is, if he was even home. Creating a flashing scenario in her mind, being that he was supposed to be out on a Valentine's Day date with Jennifer, his hot, sexy girlfriend, having the face of a model and the body of a dancer, she could pretend that she didn't know he was home. Admittedly, with him having so very girlfriends and obviously getting plenty of sex, she was jealous of his girlfriends. Adding to her eternal horniness, she imagined herself walking downstairs to the kitchen naked. Playing her incestuous teasing game of exhibitionism and voyeurism, just the thought of walking downstairs naked and having her son catch her without her clothes made her want to masturbate herself.

She imagined him walking in the kitchen and catching her standing by the stove, by the sink, or by the refrigerator without her clothes. She wondered, if he did see her naked, would he look with sexual interest or would he turn away in embarrassment? If he did look, would he stare? Hoping that he would stare, she wondered if he'd want her as much as she wants him. Would he be as sexually excited seeing her naked body as she'd be sexually excited showing him her naked body or would he be ashamed in the way that she'd have to pretend to be?

Not making his presence known, being as quiet as a mouse, would he stand in the kitchen doorway and stare at her nakedness in the way that she imagined herself being brazen enough to stand in the kitchen while showing him her naked body? Now that she was thinking about exposing herself to her son, lost in the moment with her hormones and horniness controlling her inappropriate thoughts, she wondered if he'd leer at her or would he be just as embarrassed as she'd feign to be?

With her back turned to him while pretending that she didn't know he was standing behind her, she imagined him remaining there while lusting over her naked body and staring at her naked ass. Proud of her backside, she's always had a great ass and for a mature woman, she still has the ass of a much younger woman. Surprising her with his sexual aggressiveness while she stood at the kitchen sink, she imagined him walking over to her to lean and push up against her while reaching up to cup her tits and finger her nipples in his big hands. As if his hands were already feeling her breasts and his fingers were fingering her nipples, her nipples became erect beneath her bathrobe.

If he touched her in such an incestuous sexual way, if he made the first move by feeling her naked body, even though she made the first move by standing in the kitchen naked, would she resist him touching her or would she welcome his sexual advances? She didn't know. How could she know until something like that happened? Certainly, with him being her son, she could never make the first move.

She continued ruminating in the delight of her sexual fantasy. She imagined him rubbing his instantly hardening erection against her naked ass through his pants. Then when she offered no resistance to him touching her and feeling her naked body, she imagined him stripping off his clothes and taking her right there on the kitchen table. In the way that the explicit sexual scene heated her sexual desire when Jack Nicholson had sex with Jessica Lange on the kitchen table in remake of The Postman Always Rings Twice, she always imagined Tommy taking her and making love to her in the kitchen. That sex scene inspired her sexual fantasies of her having sex with her son and she'd love to reenact that part of the movie as if she was Jessica Lange and her son was Jack Nicholson.

Obviously for her to think about having sex with her son and for her to think about walking around naked in front of him, routinely feverish between her hot flashes and her never ending horniness, she was going through the start of menopause. Forgetting about her sexual fantasy for now and until later when she was alone in her room, horny and needing to masturbate herself, quickly, she put on her white, terrycloth robe and called out to her son. Trying not to panic, she didn't know what made that loud noise and, making her even more nervous, not knowing who was here. Instead, donning her robe, with her lustful desire not feeding her enough to make her recklessly daring by walking around the house naked, she wished she had the courage enough to walk through the house naked while pretending that she thought she was home alone. Instead of her son, what if there was a burglar or an intruder in her house. Giving up the ruse of her sexual fantasy in walking around naked under the pretense that she thought she was home alone, she called out to her son.

"Who's there? Tommy?" Hoping he was home, she waited to listen for his response and when he didn't answer, she called out again. "Tommy? Are you home?" With the house so stilly quiet, nervous now that the noise was made by someone else other than her son, she called out again. "Tommy, is that you? Answer me please?"

She waited to listen before calling out to him again and before picking up her phone to dial 911. Allowing her horniness to overcome her fear of an intruder, maybe some good looking police officer would come to rescue her while she accidentally on purpose flashed him her tits by allowing her bathrobe to inadvertently fall open. Maybe some hot burglar would want more from her than just her silverware. Maybe he'd want her to give him hot sex before he left with her jewelry. Catching the burglar in her house and pleading for him not to hurt her, she imagined falling to her knees to suck the burglar's cock before sucking the cop who responded to the burglary.

"God, I'm so horny," she said out loud for no one to hear. "Tommy?" She called out again louder this time before picking up the phone to dial 911.

"I'm in my room," he said behind his closed bedroom door.

Thank God it was him and not a burglar, she thought while disappointed that there wasn't a hot burglar forcing her to have mad sex with him or a good looking police officer at her front door for her to flash while responding to the crime. Yet, when he was supposed to be on a Valentine's Day date with Jennifer, why was he home? He's never home. Is he sick? Was he in an automobile accident? For him to be home at this early hour, something must have happened.

Horny now, especially more so that her son was home and in his room, she thought again about flashing him. Maybe she'd deliberately flash him while making it appear accidental, something to give her fodder to masturbate over later. Maybe if she flashed him, she'd finally stop thinking about flashing him. Curious to know, she wondered what he'd do if he saw her naked. Nah, what was she thinking? He's her 23-year-old son, her baby boy, how could she flash her own son? What kind of mother would show her son her naked body? A hormonally horny mother, she thought while answering her own unspoken question. Even taking in account her screwy hormones, there'd be something seriously wrong with her for her to flash her son. Nevertheless, it was sexually exciting to think about flashing Tommy.

Getting a hold of herself, it's just her hormones and her ever present horniness controlling her sexual thoughts. In the way that her son had a date for Valentine's Day, she wished she had a date for Valentine's Day too. Being that it's been a long time since a man asked her out, she wished some man had asked her out for a romantic Valentine's dinner. In the horny way she felt right now, she'd suck him off in the restaurant. In the horny way she felt right now, she'd skip the meal and suck out his brains in exchange of him fucking her.

Surprised that Tommy was still home and thinking perhaps that he hadn't left to go out yet, she thought he had a Valentine's Day date with his girlfriend, Jenny. Girlfriend her ass. Fuck buddy is probably more like it. Figuring that they were and jealous that they were, she wondered if they were having deep, penetrating, hot sex. No doubt they were, she remembered when she was his age, a real slut, she couldn't get enough cock. Now that the shoe's on the other foot, with her older and him younger, definitely, he's getting way more sex than she is. Something she never envisioned happening, the barren part of her sexual life, she couldn't remember the last time she had sex. Feeling awkward dating with her son living with her, she needs a man. In the way that her son obviously has one with his girlfriend Jenny, she wished she had a fuck buddy too.

Before she was married, with her sexual fun too short lived, her exciting escapes and erotic escapades didn't stop until they came to an abrupt halt when she became pregnant with Tommy. Glad that her boyfriend at the time, Robert, married her, even though the kid turned out to be his kid, back then with her having so very many lovers at the same time, even she wasn't sure if Tommy was his. With Robert not only knowing but also being part and party to her wild, sexual reputation, she wondered if he ever suspected that Tommy wasn't his son in the way that she thought Tommy may not be his baby.

* * * * *

So odd that he wasn't out with Jennifer and having sex, she needed to know why her son was still home on Valentine's Day night, the most romantic night of the year. Still thinking about flashing her son and having him see her naked, she walked to his room. For a brief moment, she thought about walking to his room and opening his door while she was naked. 

'Surprise! Happy Valentine's Day,' she thought to herself.

Just a thought, she'd never do that of course but it was sexually exciting to think that she would. Yet, hoping he was naked instead while masturbating himself on his bed, she wouldn't mind him flashing her his cock while giving her something to masturbate over later. It's been a long time since she's seen a hard cock. In the way she felt now, she wondered what she'd do if she saw his cock. Would she stare or would she behave in the way that a mother should and look away?

With her recurrent sexual thoughts in mind, she knocked on her 23-year-old son's bedroom door. When he didn't answer, hoping he wasn't decent, perhaps masturbating while wearing headphones, and with his erect cock was on full display while he stroked himself in hand, she turned the knob, slowly opened his bedroom door, and entered his room. Disappointed that he was fully dressed, he was resting on his bed with his forearm arm over his forehead and his eyes closed. Oh, oh, she didn't even need her mother's intuition to know that there was something wrong. Maybe he's not feeling well or maybe he was in a fender bender.

"What's wrong Tommy?" She paused at his door staring at him in the way she'd stare at any good looking, physically fit man who was nearly half her age.

Never thinking about her being a cougar, seemingly with her having sexual thoughts for her son, she was more than a cougar now. She was an incestuous cougar slut, if there was such a thing. With his sweatshirt and baseball cap strewn on the floor as if he had taken them off and thrown them down in frustration, she looked at his lean, muscled body in his tee shirt and jeans. He was so handsome. He was so hot. He was so sexy. And with eyes as blue as Paul Newman's, he was as blonde as Robert Redford in his day. Looking so much like his Dad when he was his age, she couldn't believe the resemblance. Allowing her imagination to take hold of her thoughts, she imagined she was looking at Robert nearly twenty-five years ago.

Unable to control herself and hoping Tommy was looking and he was, her way of being subtle, she squatted to pick up his baseball cap and sweatshirt. When she squatted like that, she knew she'd be showing what she so wanted him to see. A move of accidental albeit deliberate exhibitionism that she's practiced in front of her full length mirror for the UPS and/or FedEx man, her bathrobe parted from the waist down. With both sides of her robe sliding from her shapely thighs, she knew her blonde, trimmed pussy was totally exposed to him.

She couldn't believe she just flashed her son her cunt. Feeling so wicked in flashing her son her pussy, if he was looking and he was, she knew she was giving him a good look of her patch of trimmed, blonde fur. So wicked in her intentions, she was showing her son his mother's cunt. Sounding so much more inappropriate using the word cunt instead of pussy, it's oddly funny have some words carry more of a heaviness to their meaning.

If she had any doubts before about his family tree, she had no doubts now. Seeing him there like that laying upon his bed made her realize that Robert really was his father. In the way that Tommy looked now, he looked too much like his father not to be his son. Back then, she remembered always partying and always getting so drunk. If she wasn't sucking someone's cock, she was getting laid, even sometimes without her partner practicing safe sex.

God, when she thought about her inappropriate sexual behavior, so young and so naïve, she was so stupid back then. With her being so sexually promiscuous back then, she wondered if her son was the same, a whore like his mother was when she was his age. By him looking over when she purposely exposed her pussy to him, she wondered if he wanted her as much as she wanted him. It would be funny if he's been lusting over her in the way that she's been lusting over him. Maybe with her being such an exhibitionist, her son is the ultimate voyeur. A game she'd enjoy playing with him, she imagined sexually teasing him while he sexually tease her.

Back when she was his age, it was the high flying '80's with the economy at full bore. There was money to be made everywhere. If she wasn't drunk, she was high on drugs. If she wasn't naked and on her back, then she was topless and on her knees. When she wasn't sucking, she was fucking. Invited to so many parties because she was so hot, so sexy, and so ready to suck and fuck, she knew so very many men.

Unable to remember them all to count them all, she's had too many men in her past. She's had so very many cocks in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy, that she could have made a pile of money if she was a professional prostitute or call girl. Yet, instead she gave her body away for free. Compared to the way she is now, a domesticated, single mother living a boring life when her adult son returned home to the nest after graduating college, deep down inside, unbeknownst to Tommy, if only in her sexy thoughts, she was still such a whore.

Deep down inside, if there was a way to suck and fuck her son without having all of the guilt and experiencing all of the remorse, she would. Sometimes thinking that her sexual thoughts for her son were normal, she didn't think that she was a bad mother for harboring those incestuous thoughts and for having those sexual thoughts now that she was in his bedroom naked but for her bathrobe. If anything, she was just hormonally horny is all. If anything, she needed to get laid. If anything, she missed the attention that men paid her, especially all the attention they paid her on Valentine's Day. Her room was filled with Valentine's Day cards, flowers, and candy. Now with her facing her reality of being alone without a man in her life, with a couple of hairs that she found and plucked from her chin, she was just beginning to go through the change of life already. Too much too soon, she wondered if all the drugs and alcohol she did exacerbated her menopause.

"Nothing," he said. "There's nothing wrong. I'm okay. I just want to be alone."

Not like him to want to be alone when he was so happy and so full of life, she knew there was something seriously wrong. She looked at him and made a sour face while walking closer to him lying there on his bed. With him home on Valentine's Day night instead of him making love to his girlfriend, it was obvious that there was something dreadfully wrong.


Mom & Son Sex on Valentine's Day Ch. 01



"Nothing? I know you better than that. What's wrong? Tell me Tommy."

She knew there had to be something wrong for him to be in his room. He's never home. If he's not out driving his Mustang GT with his friends, he's out with Jenny. With her hormones raging and with her always so lonely and horny, she wished he was home with her more often. Not that she'd ever do anything sexual with her son, she wouldn't. Wanting to just spend some quality time with him, maybe she'd play a game or talk to him over a cup of coffee. In the way she enjoyed thinking about having sex with her son while masturbating herself, with her being so lonely, she just enjoyed having him around to keep her company.

"Nothing," he said again and looking as if he was about to cry.

A sensitive boy, so sensitive that she thought he was gay, she's seen him cry before when he didn't make his college, varsity, wrestling team. Surprised that he cried in front of her but the varsity, wrestling team meant a lot to him, and because he had a good heart, he was easily hurt. That was the last time he cried in front of her, which was four, long years ago, was when he was a 19-year-old freshman. After college and putting wrestling behind him, instead of working a 9 to 5 job in the business world, he went with his passion. Always wanting to be a dancer had it not been for his bad knee that he ruined wrestling, he worked in the real world as a choreographer for an off-Broadway show.

All tall, leggy, beautiful women, he met Jenny, Marsha, Rachel, Julie, and Christine when he was auditioning them before hiring them all for the show. Being that he was so sensitive, was always so sensitive, wanted to be a dancer, and worked as a choreographer, she'd think that he was gay if it weren't for all the women in his life. In the way she had sex with so very many different men, she imagined him having sex with so very many different women. Apparently like mother like son, obviously his libido was just as healthy as her libido was back then. Had he not had so very many girlfriends in the way she had a lot of boyfriends so long ago, she knew he wasn't gay. Without him even having to tell her, a mother always knows those things.

"Being that it's Valentine's Day evening and you bought Jenny a card, candy, and flowers, don't you have a date tonight?" She looked at him waiting for him to answer her question and when he didn't, she asked another. "Why are you home Tommy? When I was your age, out with a different man every night, I was never home," she said realizing that when she was his age, she had just given birth to him.

Having all the moves of a dancer, reminiscent of Swan Lake, as if he was a dying swan, he looked at her with sad eyes as if he had been stabbed in the heart. Only it wasn't a sharp blade that hurt him so much. It was his heart felt, hurt emotions. Having been through it before with so very men that she thought she loved and that she thought loved her, unrequited love can hurt just as much as an open wound can.

"You may as well keep the candy and flowers for yourself Mom," he said with sadness. "I'm done with women. I'll never date another woman again for the rest of my life," he said with venom.

Done with women? Broadway must be rubbing off on him, as if he's one of his characters in a play, he's being so dramatic. He's only 23-years-old. How could he possibly be done with women when he's just started to experience women? Most men aren't done with women until they're fucked over a half dozen times, divorced twice, paying child support, and possibly alimony. Maybe he is gay. Or maybe he's smart, smarter than she was when she was his age. Yet, if she was done with men back then in the way that he claims he's done with women now, she never would have gotten pregnant and she never would have given birth to Tommy, the real love of her life.

She walked over to his bed and sat beside him. As soon as she sat down, sudden and undeniable testimony to him not being gay, he sat up to sit next to her. She couldn't help from thinking that maybe he sat up to get a better look at what he thought she'd be showing, being that she was only wearing a bathrobe with nothing else underneath. Perhaps for fodder in the way that she needs images of him to think about when masturbating, maybe he needs images of her to masturbate to too, that is, if he masturbates over her in the way that she masturbates over him.

Feeling a bit jealous, why would her son masturbate over her when he has all of those beautiful women in his life? The reason while she's relegated to pleasuring herself is because she doesn't have anyone to pleasure her sexually. Perhaps filled with too much testosterone in the way that she was filled with too much estrogen so very long ago, maybe he's just as horny as she is and not only is having sex with all of those beautiful woman but also routinely masturbating himself too.

Knowing he does masturbate, having heard him and nearly caught him more than once, she wondered what he thought about when he masturbates. She wondered if he thought about her naked body in the way that she thinks about his naked body when she pleasures herself. She wondered if he thought about her giving him hot sex in the way she thinks of giving him incestuous sex. She wondered if he could ever have sex with his mother in the way she knew she could have sex with her son.

Being that she was sitting so close to him and with just her terrycloth robe keeping her from being naked, she liked thinking that he'd want to see some sexy part of her naked body. Willingly wanting to show him, she didn't dare look down at herself to give herself away for him to know that she knew he was looking and that she was possibly showing. In the way that he was giving her furtive, one-eyed glances, she wondered if she was showing something that he wanted to see.

Perhaps the reason why he sat up on his bed when she sat down on his bed, was because he was hoping to see her naked breasts. Perhaps having a wardrobe malfunction when she sat on his bed, having practice that exhibitionistic move many times before with her blouse or low cut top when in the company of a man, she suspected that her bathrobe might be opened just enough to give him a glimpse of the tops of her breasts and cleavage. Not only did it excite her to know that she may be showing but also it excited her to know that he may be looking.

"Why? Why would you give me the Valentine's Day gifts that you expressly bought for Jenny? I don't understand," she said talking to him in slow, soft sounding voice as if he was a mental patient at the sanatorium. "Besides, you already gave me a Valentine's gift, Shalimar perfume," she said holding her wrist up to him. "Smell. I'm already wearing it. I love the scent."

A total exhibitionist, having made that move in her mirror before, she knew when she made that move with her arm raised and moved forward that she'd be showing him something of her that she shouldn't be showing and that he shouldn't be seeing. When she moved her arm up and forward like that, her bathrobe opened for a brief second and when her son leaned forward to smell her arm, she seemingly inadvertently, albeit deliberately, gave him a full down bathrobe view of her breasts. Nothing that he hasn't seen before, when leaning over him to serve him breakfast while still in her nightgown, no doubt, yet her robe opening so suddenly for her to show so much of her breast surprised even her. Having a hot flash and suddenly horny with the thought of her son wanting her enough to look at what she was showing in a down bathrobe view, she wondered how much of her breast he saw. Feeling her nipples already erecting and hardening, she wondered if he saw her areolas and/or her nipples.

More surprised that he stared at what she was showing, now she definitely knew that he wasn't gay. Glad that she wore her bathrobe instead of a wraparound towel, if he was looking and he was, she could seductively and subtly show him more of her naked body while wearing her bathrobe. Then again, thinking of the pizza delivery man she recently and deliberately flashed, she could show him everything while wearing just a towel too. Only, when it comes to full nudity, with a dropped towel a sledge hammer and an open bathrobe a pry bar, she could never be that blatant in flashing her son. A peek here and a glimpse there, teasing him into looking, subtlety was her best bet if she hoped to seduce her son.

Oh my God, she couldn't believe she was thinking about seducing her son. Sucking and fucking him, her mind was filled with incestuous, sexual thoughts. Being that he was home on Valentine's Day evening, perhaps his girlfriend dumped him. Perhaps she cheated on him and he caught her. A good time to seduce him with his girlfriend obviously dumping him, rebound sex, even with his mother could be the best sex he's ever had. Definitely, any sex, even sex with her son, would be the best sex she's had in a very long time. 

Yet, being that she was his mother and he was her son, instead of calling it sex, she'd refer to it as comfort. Imagining taking him to her bed to comfort him while holding him as his hands explored her naked body beneath her bathrobe, she'd make him forget all about Jenny. Notwithstanding his acknowledged sexual preference for women instead of men, she was a bit titillated that her son was looking, staring actually at her partially exposed breasts, especially when he's had such hot girlfriends, all dancers, that she imagined that he was having regular sex with all of them.

* * * * *

"Nice," he said.

Nice? She wondered if he was referring to her perfume or to the size and shape of her breasts. Imagining that he was referring to her breasts, wanting to show him even more of her big tits, she had the urge to be even more careless with her robe. Being that she was alone in his room with him, she wondered what he'd do if he saw her topless and if he saw her breasts. She only wished she had been drinking. Had she had a few drinks, definitely, she'd be parading around him topless or even naked by now.

Nonetheless her sobriety, she wondered if he'd reach out and touch her big breasts and feel her big breasts while fingering her nipples. More importantly, with all of it just a sexual fantasy and nothing more than that, what would she do if he did touch and feel her tits through her bathrobe? Would she allow him to touch her and feel her or would she be compelled to stop him because she was his mother and he was her son? She didn't know and wouldn't know until that happened. Only knowing that something like that would never happen, she'd never have to face the forbidden issue of incestuous sex between mother and son.

"Tell me what's wrong."

Enamored and invigorated by his stare, she looked at him looking at her. Was he thinking the sexual thoughts that she was thinking or was he looking at her in the way that a son looks at his mother? Unable to delineate reality from her imagination sometimes, her hormones and horniness interfered with her perceptions of sometimes realizing factual from fictional. When it came to men, she was always so gullible and trusting, which is why so many men got her naked and in bed. If he was any other man, she'd give him the eye. If he was any other man, she would have made her move to seduce him by now.

"Tell you what? There's nothing to tell mother," he said with a shrug of defiance in taking her in his confidence.

Having been through this before not only with his father but now with her son, both were so stubbornly silent and unforthcoming when confessing their feelings, she rolled her eyes and let out a sigh of exasperation.

"C'mon, I know there's something wrong," she said. "Why aren't you getting ready for your date? It's Valentine's night, the most romantic night of the year."

With Valentine's Day her favorite day next to Christmas, she was never home.

"Date? What date? There is no Valentine's Day date," he said with as much anger as he had sadness.

As if his eyes were lasers and as if lost in his own world, he stared at the impressions her breasts made in her bathrobe. In the way that she imagined he must stare at the impressions that Jenny's, Marsha's, Rachel's, Julie's, and Christine's breasts made in their clothes too, he stared at her tits now. Being that she knew her nipples were erect, she wondered if her big nipples were making their impression through her thick bathrobe. Obviously, a breast man just like his Dad, loving the attention of his inappropriate, sexual stare, he was admiring her breasts in the way that his father always did.

In addition to her shapely ass, she was blessed with big, firm, and symmetrically shaped breasts with big nipples. She loved her breasts and was glad that her son loved her breasts too. It took all the self-control she had not to imagine him touching and feeling her breasts through her robe before sticking his hand inside to feel them, fondle them, and caress while fingering her nipples and before sucking her tits. If only he'd make the first move, she'd take care of all the rest.

"No date? I don't understand. What about the flowers, card, and candy?"

Loving it when men showered so much love, affection, and attention on her, she wished she had some man in her life to buy her flowers, a Valentine's Day card, and candy. She wished she had a man in her life to suck and fuck. Maybe if she had a man to give her hot sex on Valentine's Day, she wouldn't be looking for her son to give her hot sex on Valentine's Day.

"We broke up," he said.

Suspecting they had, somehow she knew they did. Weird that a sense of satisfaction took hold of her, it was as if no woman was good enough for her son but her, his mother. Fighting the urge to cross the line of incest, not allowing that incestuous feeling to take hold of her, she let go of it before her sexual fantasy got out of hand. Unable to stop herself from thinking about her son as her lover, she routinely imagined sucking his cock before she'd imagine him stripping her naked and making love to her.

"Broke up? Why? You just got back together for Christmas," she said looking at her son while growing angry. "Did she just get back together with you just so that you'd buy her Christmas gifts? She seemed like such a nice woman, a good Catholic girl, I didn't peg her for that kind of girl," she said with anger in her voice.

When she looked at him, he looked away and she wondered if he looked away because he didn't want her to catch him staring at her tits. If only he knew that she liked him staring at her tits. It aroused her for him to look at her as if she was a sexy woman instead of his dowdy mother. Having the wicked, uncontrollable urge to flash him her breasts to him again, she wondered what he'd do if she flashed him. Would he continue to make eye contact with her or stare down at her exposed breasts again in the way he did before. Not thinking that the sexual attention would come from her son, it's been a long while since she's had the sexual attention of a man. Even if the man was her son, his concentrated focus on the impressions that her breasts made in her bathrobe made her feel sexy. Feeling like a woman again, it took her son to give her that feeling.

"No, it's nothing like that," he said staring down at the carpet. "It's something else."

Ever since she turned 45-years-old, she's been having hot flashes and sitting next to her son in his room and on his bed while exposing the tops of her big breasts and her long line of cleavage to him, was burning her up with a horny, hormonal fever. Except for the hundreds up skirts of her panties and down blouses of her cleavage and bras that she regularly teases her son with, she hadn't flashed anyone her naked body since the pizza delivery man months ago. When she enjoys parading around Tommy in her flimsy nightgowns.

With him always looking and with her always showing, she always wondered how much of her naked body he could see through the thin material of her nightgown. She knows when she stands by the sink and deliberately dribbles water on her nightgown that she gives him a wet nightgown show. By the leer of her stare, she also knows that when she stands in front of the TV or opens the refrigerator in a darkened kitchen that he can see through her nightgown as if she's naked. Knowing he likes her exhibitionistic shoes, she wished he'd flash her sometimes too.

Maybe if she had a man in her life, she wouldn't be as horny as she is and she wouldn't be exposing her body to her son in the way she does. She hasn't had sex since her husband left her for her younger sister more than three years ago and it had been a while since she had sex even when they were together. After accidentally flashing her son her breast just now, with her mind filled with inappropriate sexual thoughts of her son touching her and feeling her, she was suddenly horny. Wishing she could have an out of body experience to see herself sitting on Tommy's bed, again, she wondered how much of her breast he saw and if he saw her nipple.

"What then? Why did you two break up again? Tell me Tommy," she said.

As if he was her husband when she first met him so very long ago, she looked at him with the sudden urge to kiss him and to make out with him. It's been a long time since she made out with a man. She loved being kissed while being felt up through her clothes. She loved it when a man undressed her while kissing and kissing her. She loved feeling a man's growing cock through his pants while kissing him. She wondered if kissing her son would be anything like kissing her husband, Robert. Bobby was such a good kisser.

A good looking man, and being that she was so attracted to him, she could understand why her sister was attracted to her husband too. Breaking up what she thought was a happy marriage, Kathryn didn't know there was anything wrong and going on until Robert left with her younger sister, Maureen. Water under the bridge now but not forgotten, all was forgiven as far as her sister goes but not forgiven for her husband to want her sister over her. The younger woman versus the older woman, even though Maureen was her sister and they looked a lot alike, she couldn't compete against a younger woman. Not understanding how the two people that she so loved could hurt her like that, he's still a cheating, lying bastard in her eyes.

"It's personal Mom," he said interrupting her thoughts.

A single mother raising her son alone for the past, nearly four years, they were close enough that they shouldn't have any secrets personal or not. She looked at him wondering what could be so personal that a son wouldn't tell his mother and that Tommy wouldn't tell her.

"Personal?" Now he had her curiosity piqued. "There's nothing personal between us. I'm your mother, you can tell me anything," said Kathryn. "With just the two of us taking care of one another, we should have no secrets to hide," she said a little hurt that he'd be keeping secrets from her.

She looked at him while waiting for him to tell her what was wrong.

"I can't. Sorry. Not this," he said. "Anything else Mom but not this. I can't tell you. I just can't. It's too personal."

Now she was even more curious what it was that her son wouldn't tell her. Always enjoying playing sexy, sexual games with men, she decided to play a sexy, sexual game with her son. She looked at him with sex in her eyes and horniness in her heart.

"What if I told you something personal about me?"

He looked at her as if shocked that his mother would have anything personal to tell him. 

"Okay," he said. "That might work depending on what it is that you think is personal and what it is that you tell me."

Now he looked at her with as much curiosity as she was looking at him before.

"I'm having hot flashes right now," she said fanning herself by deliberately opening and closing the top of her bathrobe fast. "Especially with today being Valentine's Day and with me sometimes feeling so lonely for male companionship, I've been so very terrible horny lately. I'm horny right now," she said making eye contact with him.




Mom & Son Sex on Valentine's Day Ch. 01



She wondered how much he could see of her naked breasts while she quickly opened and closed her bathrobe. It excited her to know that she was flashing him her tits as much as it excited her to see him looking. Hoping he'd take the hint, she hoped that he'd stick his big hand down her open bathrobe top and feel her tits. Her nipples ached for the touch of a man, even the touch of her son, especially for the touch of her son.

With her sitting on his bed in her half opened bathrobe while wearing nothing underneath, having gone beyond mother and son appropriate behavior, she was horny enough to cross the incest line and have incestuous sex with her son. She knew she was flashing her son her tits but she didn't care. Only, unable to seduce him alone, not wanting him to think that she was an incestuous slut, she needed him to make a move on her too. It wasn't as if she didn't want him to see her tits, she did want him to see her tits. It wasn't as if he didn't want to see her tits, if evidenced by his stare, he did want to see her tits.

It wasn't as if she was a modest mother, compared to other mothers who weren't lusting over their sons, she wasn't a modest mother. If anything, redeeming herself these past 24 years, she was a whore who became pregnant and who learned to live the quiet life of a wife and mother. Yet, with her husband gone and since that part of her married life and faithful wife is over, with whoredom obviously in her genetic makeup, she's reverting back to being a whore again.

Just because she's Tommy's mother doesn't mean that she still wasn't a whore. Once a whore, always a whore. Even when she was happily married, remembering all of her lovers as if they were notches on her bra, she still thought of herself as a whore. Now that he returned home after graduating from college, call it kismet, fate, or destiny, it's as if they were meant to come together for sex during a time when they were both needy. Definitely, without question, she'd give him sex if only he'd ask her to give him sex. Definitely, without question, having done worse in her sordid past, she'd suck and fuck her son, if only he'd make the first move, ask her, and/or allow her to give him hot sex.

Only, it's one thing for her to be a whore around men, it's quite another thing for her to be a whore around her son. What was she thinking? What was she doing? This was her son she was flashing and not some stranger. This was her son that she was showing her tits to and not some man who picked up at a bar and took her home to bang. This was her son that she was thinking about having sex with and not some man she met online. Being that it takes two to tango, inspired by his stare, perhaps had her son not been looking, she wouldn't be showing. Perhaps if he son wasn't as interested in having sex with her, she wouldn't be as interested in having sex with him too. 

It wasn't as if she didn't want to flash her son her tits, she did. What's the big deal? It's just her tits. Lots of men, thousands of men probably, being that she attended spring break every year, have seen her tits, why not show her tits to her son too?

Fanning herself to cool herself down, she wish she could remove her bathrobe and sit there naked. Yet, as soon as she opened and closed her bathrobe in that way, as if he was an owl, her son's head turned to her and his eyes darted down to stare at all that she was showing. Not sure how much she was showing him and how much of her that he could see but however much of her breasts that she was showing him, he was interested enough to look and to stare. As if incest was a contagious disease, the more he looked, the more that she wanted to show him and wanted him to see.

"You must be going through menopause. That's not much a secret but the horny part is," he said with a laugh. "Albeit a bit young for you, all women your age and older go through that," he said showing off his college education. "Nonetheless, your hot flashes, I never thought of my mother being horny," he said with a laugh.

He never thought of his mother being horny? If only he knew her sexual past, wouldn't he be shocked. Oh, yeah, she thought to say and wanted to say but didn't, what if I told you that I was hot and horny all the time for you? How's that for a secret? My true confession, a slut of a mother who wants to have sex with her hot son on Valentine's Day, how personal is that? If she confessed that secret to him, she wondered if he'd have a similar secret to confess to her, a son who wants to have sex with his hot mother on Valentine's Day.

"Tommy, we shouldn't have any secrets," she said. "I'm here for you," she said patting his knee and leaving her hand there. She so wanted to pat his cock through his jeans while leaving her hand there but she didn't dare. "Without you having embarrassment or shame, you can tell me anything. There's nothing that you can't tell me that—"

He stared down at her hand before staring up at her. In the way that she so desperately wanted to, she wondered if he wanted her to feel his cock through his pants as much as she wanted to feel his cock through his pants. Not sure if she was correctly reading his look, she wondered if he wanted to feel her tits and finger her nipples through her bathrobe as much as she wanted him to feel her tits through her bathrobe. She wondered if he was thinking about reaching his hand inside of her bathrobe to touch, feel, and fondle her breasts while fingering her nipples in the way that she wanted him to touch her and fondled her tits while fingering her nipples. Just because he was done with women on Valentine's Day and before anything started between them, doesn't necessarily mean that he was done with his mother too.

"It's my penis Mom," he said.

To be continued... 



Mom & Son Sex on Valentine's Day Ch. 02



"It's my penis Mom," he said.

She couldn't believe her ears. Not expecting that, he caught her by surprise in blurting out that bit of personal information. His penis? What about his penis? As if he could read her mind in teasing her, now with her thinking about his penis, he shocked her by the mere mention of the word. Now all that she could think about was his penis. What about his penis? What's wrong with his penis? Asking herself the questions, she needed to ask him.

"You're penis? What about your penis? What's wrong with your penis?"

Unable to control herself from doing so, she stared down at the bulge his cock made in his jeans. Taking the opportunity to stare, she wondered if he'd show her his penis. Maybe there was nothing wrong with his penis. Maybe in the way she wanted to show him her tits, this was a ruse for him to show her his cock. If it was just a ruse for him to show her his cock, she'd play along with it. She wouldn't mind seeing his cock in the way that she wouldn't mind showing him her tits. Tits for cock, showing one for the other is only fair.

"Calm done Mom. See, I shouldn't have told you," he said.

"Have you had sex without using a condom?" She looked up at him before looking back down at the bulge his cock made in his jeans. Being that she had such an experienced hand when it came to feeling cocks, even in the dark in the way she felt stiff pricks in a darkened car or movie theatre, she was so very tempted to grab his bulge through his jeans to see what was wrong with his penis. "If you have an STD we can—"

Unable to remove the image of his penis from her mind, she wondered what was wrong with his penis.

"No, trust me, it's nothing like that Mom," he said.

Between the hot flashes and her horniness, all she could think of now of was her son's penis. Tommy's cock filled her mind in the way that Woody Allen's movie, Everything You Always Wanted To Know About Sex But Were Afraid To Ask, maintained her attention throughout the entire movie. Now all that she could think about was Tommy's cock. As if she could clearly see his dick in her mind's eye, she wondered what was wrong with his prick. Afraid it may be something horrible, she couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with his dick. If she had to take him to a specialist, the best urologist, whatever was wrong with his cock, she'd give him the best medical attention.

Then, in the way that most men do, thinking with the cocks instead of her heads, she thought with her pussy instead of her head. Whatever was wrong with her son's penis, she was sure that, as his mother, she could fix it by holding and stroking it in her hand, taking it in her mouth to suck it, and sliding in deep inside of her pussy to fuck it. Kissing him while humping him, she imagined making love to him. Oh, yeah, definitely, one love making session with Mommy on Valentine's Day would cure whatever was wrong with his cock and would fix all that was wrong with her being so very horny.

"If not an STD, what then? What's wrong with your penis Tommy?"

She couldn't imagine what could be wrong with his penis. His father had such a big, beautiful cock and now she wondered if he did too. If size was proportional to cock size with his father being 6'2" tall and her son being 6'4" tall, he must have an even bigger cock than his dad.

"It's the size," he said covering his bulge with his hand.

Size? What does he mean the size? Oh, oh, the other shoe just dropped. With her husband having such a big cock maybe her son took after her side of the family, the Irish side of the family, instead of the Polish side of the family, and didn't have a cock as big.

The poor, sweet man, suddenly she felt so bad for her son for having a small penis. How could she possibly comfort her son when she always preferred a man with a big prick? Albeit no matter her personal preference for penis size, putting her personal penis length and girth feelings aside, she needed to help her son through his difficult time. Not wanting her son to know her preference for big cocks over little penises, she didn't want to make him feel worse but better. Being that she was responsible for creating him and caring for him, it was her job as his mother to help her son through this trouble time with his penis.

"The size? Listen Tommy," she said moving her hand from his knee to his thigh. "It's not how big your penis is but it's how you use it. Trust me, I know," she said lying to her son when as far as she was concerned, only a big cock will do. "Besides, a lot of women don't like a man who's too big, especially young and inexperienced women." Such a liar, if only he knew how many big cocks she's had in her hand, in her mouth, and her pussy, he'd think her such a hypocrite. 

With his small cock not proportioned to his body, going against his big feet and big hands, she imagined her son having a small dick, a Leprechaun sized prick, the poor man. With her being the biggest cock snob, literally and figuratively, now she knew how she must have hurt so very many men by rejecting them merely by their cock size. What comes around goes around and because of her bad, sexual behavior in her youth, she's having to deal with a son who's cursed with a small cock. Feeling guilty that her son had a small cock was her fault, she wondered how she could make that up to him. She could give him sex but what son would want his mother to see his imperfect, little prick?

"Precisely my point. That's the whole problem Mom," he said.

Her poor, sweet boy of a man, she wished there was something she could do for him. Maybe they have cock implants in the way that they have breast implants. Maybe there's a penis pump that will make his cock no only harder but bigger. She'll look into that for him by Googling the information, cock implants and penis pumps.

Now with cocks on her mind, specifically her son's little prick, she was even hornier now than she was before. Taking one for the team but ignoring her preference for big pricks, if only she was drunk enough, certainly now that she's horny enough, even with him having a little dick, she'd still suck and fuck her son. She wondered if giving him incestuous sex would make him feel better or worse. If anything, Tommy giving her incestuous sex would make her feel better.

Having to force herself away from thinking of cocks and from thinking of having sex with her son's little prick, she needed to focus on his personal, sexual problem. After all, his sexual problem wasn't her sexual problem but his sexual problem. Difficult for her to separate the two thoughts, all she could think of was Tommy's puny, little cock. She imagined holding it with two fingers instead of holding it in her hand. She imagined it the size of a small, pickled cucumber, a baby gerkin and falling out of her pussy when her son tried injecting her with it. Forgetting about her eternal and infernal horniness for one moment, she needed to comfort her son for having a small cock. Focusing on him instead of on her, she needed to concentrate on his sexual problem of having a small penis and not on her sexual problem of being so hormonally horny.

"What's the whole problem?" She didn't understand.

Glad that he didn't have an STD, other than him going through life with a small cock, how bad could that be? Then she realized with all of the good sized cocks that she's experienced, she figured that going through life with a little cock was pretty bad for a man, especially a young man. Had Robert not had a big cock and with her unable to relish the thought of having a steady diet of a man who was cursed with a small dick, she never would have married him. Of course the size of her son's problem would depend on the modest size of his cock. No doubt, the smaller his cock, the bigger the problem. Maybe if he dated a smaller woman, an Asian woman, having a little cock wouldn't matter as much. Most Asian men have small cocks, penises that are proportional to their small bodies, those poor men.

Not wanting to embarrass him or unduly sexually over excite herself, she wished she could see his cock to give her son her experienced opinion. Truly for her to know how big, or in his case, how small was his problem, the entire issue of cock size depended upon how small his cock actually was compared to the average sized cock. Based solely from her personal, sexual experience, she figured that an average sized cock was five to seven inches and a small cock would be something smaller than five inches with a big cock would be a prick greater than seven inches. Just as all women don't have big tits in the way that she was so naturally endowed, the poor dears, not all men have big cocks.

Fortunately for her, all of the men she's had sex with have had big cocks of seven to eight inches. Being that she's never been with a man who had a small cock, she wasn't sure what kind of advice and comfort that she could give her son if he did have a diminutive prick. Being that she wouldn't want to be with a man who had a small cock, she was already biased in her opinion of cock size. As far as she was concerned, the bigger the better. Truth be told, ruined by men with big dicks, there's nothing like the feel of a big, heavy prick in her hand, hanging in her mouth, and stiffening between her legs. Unable to remove big cocks from her horny mind, suddenly she felt like such a whore. Suddenly, she felt so horny. Suddenly, she felt so very helpless to help her son.

She wished her husband was here to help their son. Only with her husband having a big cock too, she didn't know how much help he'd be. If he wasn't feeling too uncomfortably embarrassed, maybe Tommy could call him and ask his advice. Only, knowing her son and the standoffish relationship he had with his father, she didn't think that her son would want his father to know that he was cursed with a small prick. An embarrassing thing for a young man to admit, if he told his father that he had small cock, no doubt, Robert would share that information with his wife, her sister and her son's aunt, Maureen. Then, whenever they saw one another at a family gathering, especially when in his bathing suit at the pool or at the beach, with all eyes looking down at his anatomically incorrect form, one that didn't include a big bulge from a big cock and large testicles, no doubt, he'd be awkwardly embarrassed.

"I don't have a small cock," he said making eye contact with his mother. He paused while staring at her before rolling his eyes to confess to her. "I have a super, big one and as soon as Jenny saw my cock, she broke up with me. As soon as Marsha, Rachel, Julie, and Christine saw my cock they wanted nothing more to do with me either."

Suddenly, so very proud of her son, she imagined her son having the cock the size of a small baseball bat. With her imagining him having a cock equal in size to any proud, black man who was blessed with a big dick, she was happy that he took after his father's side of the family. Suddenly, she imagined herself beside her naked son while people took photos of her naked son and his big dick. Feeling so proud, she'd tell everyone that the man with the monster cock is her son.

"Oh," said his mother unable to stop her eyebrows from raising nor her mouth from falling open before smiling as if her son just told her that she was going to be a grandmother or had won the lottery.

'Tommy has a big cock. Tommy has a big cock. Tommy has a big cock, a massive prick, she thought,' unable to remove the thought of her son's big prick from her mind.

In thinking about his enormous cock size, unable to stop herself from doing so, involuntarily, she touched her long, blonde hair while curling it with her finger and ran her tongue seductively across her lips. The imagined image of her son's gargantuan member made her quiver with sexual desire for him. As if feeling him pounding her pussy with his stiff dick, a proud mother of a son with a big cock, all she could think of was Tommy's big, erect prick. Now stuck with the image of a giant cock in her brain, with her mind thinking about her son's big prick, not caring what she was showing him and wanting to show him even more, she was even more careless with her robe.

Just as she wanted to flash him her tits, especially now that he had such a big prick, a cock that she'd love to see, touch, and feel, tits for cock, she wanted him to see her tits. With her ulterior motive in mind, perhaps if she showed him her tits, he'd show her his cock. With a good portion of her shapely thigh and most of her big, left breast exposed and with him looking at all that she was showing, suddenly feeling that familiar warm, wetness between her legs, she was too sexually aroused and too horny to even consider fixing her bathrobe. It's been a long time since she felt like a woman and in the way that her son was staring at all that she was showing, she felt like the woman she was so long ago.

"This isn't the first time this has happened. In the way that it happened with Jenny, it happened with Marsha, Rachel, Julie, and Christine too," he said again with sadness taking hold of his facial expression.

If only he knew that she loved big cocks, she wondered if that knowledge would cheer him up as much as her hopefully experiencing her son's big prick would invigorate her. Damn, what's wrong with these women she thought? What's wrong with a tall, good looking man having a big cock? Unable to get enough of a man who possessed a big prick, she loved her husband's big prick. At 5'9" tall and 130 pounds, she's not a small woman, and maybe because she's so sexually experienced, she's bigger down there than most woman. Maybe there's one out there, but she's never seen a cock that was too big to fit in her hand, in her mouth, and/or in her pussy.

"I wonder what's wrong with these women to fear a big cock. Maybe they're small down there and afraid that you'll hurt them," she said pausing as if thinking about what she was going to say to her son to comfort him. "So, um, I'm just curious," she said pausing as if having second thoughts about what she was about to say next. "Just how big is it?"

Involuntarily blinking her eyes as if imagining already having seen her son's prick, she looked at her son as if excited about him showing her a magic trick. Abracadabra, Mom, now you see it and now you don't. Here's my big prick. More than just having the curiosity of a mother, wicked in her sexual thoughts and lustful desires while consumed by incestuous thoughts and unstoppable horniness, she wondered if she could persuade her son to show her his penis. In the sexually frustrated way she was right now, she'd love to see a cock, any man's cock, and especially her son's big cock right about now. If nothing else, seeing his cock now would give her something to masturbate over later.

"Trust me. It's big Mom. It's just too damn big to be useful," he said with suffering sorrow. "I've been cursed with a big prick."

Cursed? He's so blessed. He had no idea how many men wished they had his problem of having a cock too big. Unless he could toss it over his shoulder or wrap it around his leg, she couldn't imagine a cock that was too big for her.

She imagined her son being in the Guinness World Record book for having the biggest prick in the world. She imagined staring at his cock, touching his cock, feeling his cock, and stroking his cock before sucking and fucking his cock. She imagined him sticking his big pole in her mouth before sticking it in between her legs and deep inside of her pussy. In the way of Amy Farrah Fowler asking Sheldon Cooper such a personal, sexual question on The Big Bang Theory, and receiving a favorable, sexually gratifying response, she quivered with renewed sexual desire and lustful desire for her son.

"How big is it Tommy?"

Not allowing her question to go unanswered, more than curious now, if only for comparison sake she kidded herself into thinking, she'd love to know if his cock is bigger than his father's big prick.

"Big," he said.

Just as she didn't think that her son thought he'd be spending Valentine's Day sitting at home with his mother while discussing his personal penis problem, she never thought she'd be spending Valentine's Day sitting on her son's bed while discussing the size of his penis. Brazenly going where no mother should go with her son, they both remained quiet until Kathryn spoke to ask Tommy the question she's been dying to ask him.

"May I see it?"

As if she was a virgin seeing her first prick, she quivered with the thought of seeing her son's cock. Now as if her son was a CFNM stripper, preoccupied with the thought of seeing her son's big prick, and not realizing the state of her disheveled wardrobe, she allowed her robe to fall open more while not attempting to close her bathrobe. Showing her son even more of her breast, all of her long, line of cleavage, and most of the inside of her upper thigh, nearly up to her naked crotch, she looked at him looking at her.

She wondered from where he was sitting if he could see her trimmed, blonde pussy. Hoping he could, pussy for cock, she'd eagerly show him more of her nude body if only he'd show her his cock. She wouldn't mind seeing her son's cock. Actually, she'd like nothing more than seeing her son's big prick before touching, feeling, and stroking his enormous cock. She wondered if he'd allow her to suck it. If only he would, she would. She wondered if he'd allow her to fuck it, if only he would she would. Nearly out of her mind with horny lust for her son, she was thinking crazy thoughts. She needed to take another shower, a cold one this time. She needed to get up from his bed and leave his room before something happened.

"No! God, Mom, I can't show you my cock. You're my mother," he said. "I'd be so embarrassed."

As if what he said in denying her a private showing of his cock was a phonograph needle going across a record, he awakened her from her sexual fantasy. Now on a mission to see how big her son's prick was, being that she was so very horny and consumed with hot flashes, if only for something to masturbate over later, she had to see her son's big prick now. Not one to be denied, being that she was sitting there flashing him a good portion of her tits, it's only fair that he'd flash her something in return. In the way of the CFNM dancer that she imagined him to be, when women attend those functions and see naked cocks, they always flash the strippers their naked bodies too. In the way that she now imagined her son being a stripper, she so wanted to flash him her naked body in the hopes that he'd flash her his naked body.

"You have nothing that I haven't seen before Tommy," she said with feigned indifference and a disinterested shrug albeit with a disconcerted but sexually telling, nervous laugh. 

Acting so blasé, she acted as if she didn't care if she saw his cock or not. The only telling, body language sign that foretold her interest in seeing his cock was her mindlessly playing with her hair while twirling it around her finger and seductively licking her lips. She couldn't believe she was brazen enough to ask her son to show her his prick. She couldn't believe she was horny enough to show her son a good portion of her breasts. She couldn't believe she was horny enough to ask her son to show her his cock.

If he did show her his cock, she wondered what she'd do. Would she look at it with incestuous lust or would she turn away in feigned, shamed embarrassment? Would she stare at his monster prick? Would she reach out and touch him and stroke him in the way that she so wanted to do and hoped that he wanted her to do too? Maybe if he showed her his prick, he'd want to see her tits. Fair enough, tits for cock, she'd readily show him her tits if that's what he wanted, so long as he showed her his cock. Truth be told, she'd show him her tits even if he didn't show her his cock.




Mom & Son Sex on Valentine's Day Ch. 02



"Trust me Mom. I'm so self-consciously embarrassed. You've never seen anything like this before in your life," he said.

Now with that self-professed statement, she had to see his big prick. As if his cock was made of pure gold and lit her up with radiant light, she couldn't wait to see his big prick now.

"All the more reason to show me Tommy," she said using her motherly concern mixed with a bit of psychology. "Maybe you have a rare medical condition. Maybe there's something that I can do to help you," she said touching his shoulder before resting her hand on his thigh again, this time, moving it a bit higher in readiness to feel his big prick through his pants.

In the way that she was leering at him and his big bulge, the same way that men leered at her, feeling like such a lecher, she couldn't help herself. Ready to unzip him and remove his cock from his jeans and underwear for him, she was poised to feel his big cock through his pants. In addition to feeling his cock through his pants, she so wanted to kiss him and kiss him while making out with him. As if she was on a date with a man who wasn't her son, she so wanted to pull down his zipper and reach her hand inside to feel his bulging stiffness through his underwear.

Wishing she could feel him through his underwear, she so wanted to remove his cock from his pants and underwear to see the sheer size of it and to feel the sheer weight of it in her hand. She so wanted to stroke him while he felt her tits and fingered her nipples before reaching down to finger her pussy. Consumed with incestuous lust for her son, she so wanted to fall to her knees between his legs to take him in her mouth before allowing her son to stick his giant cock in her wet pussy. Oh, yeah, she'd suck her son before she fucked her son. He had no idea how much she wanted him to take her.

When she moved her arm, as if willing it to happen and/or hoping it would, a move that she couldn't have practiced and/or timed more perfectly, her robe slowly and seductively slid from her shoulder. Imagining herself looking so sexy as if she was a movie star about to do a sex scene, now with all of her cleavage and most of her left boob exposed, she didn't care that her son was seeing most of his mother's tit. With so very much of the shape and fullness of her breast exposed but for her areola and her nipple, she felt so sexy. She wanted to show him her tits as much as she wanted to see his cock. Hoping he'd feel the same way, she hoped that he'd want to show her his cock as much as he wants to see her tits.

"I'm so embarrassed and I'd be even more embarrassed to show you my cock Mom," he said staring at her partially exposed breast as if she was a stripper and he was a paying customer.

Shocking behavior for a mother to do when in his bedroom and sitting next to her son on his bed while discussing the size of his cock, she was now beside herself with incestuous lust for her son. If not bad enough that she didn't cover her nakedness by pulling her bathrobe over her exposed breast, she surprised even herself even more by what she was about to say and do next.

"Don't be embarrassed," she said patting his hand.

When she moved her arm to pat his hand, her bathrobe slid down the rest of the way to the crux of her elbow. Leaving it there with her entire left breast exposed while knowing full well that he could see all of her left breast, her areola, and her nipple, she looked at her son staring at her with as much sexual excitement as she showed looking at him. In the way that Tara Reid's gown accidentally slipped from her shoulder to expose her naked left breast to the Paparazzi, her bathrobe at first inadvertently and now deliberately slipped from her shoulder to expose her naked breast to her son. Unable to stop herself from looking, she looked down at herself to see what she was showing and what he was seeing. So very proud of her tits in the way her son should be proud of his big prick, she could feel without having to look down at herself again that her nipple was so erect and hard.

"Mom," he said as if he was about to tell her that her breast was exposed. Instead he stared her tit while watching her exposing even more of herself.

She looked down at herself again to see how much she was showing him before looking up at him. Satisfied that she purposely teased him enough with peek-a-boos of her tits, she was ready to take a giant leap across the line of incest.

"Here," she said removing her arms from her robe and allowing it to fall and gather around her waist. "You show me your cock and I'll show you my tits," she said raising her arms in the air as if she was doing a cheerleader's cheer. "How's that? Tits for cock. Would seeing my tits make you less embarrassed enough to show me your cock?"

Allowing her tits to jiggle, bounce, and dance by wiggling her shoulders as if she was an exotic dancer, she watched her son's eyes watching her sudden titty show. She looked down again at her naked breasts to see all that her son was seeing of her. Then, cupping her breasts in her hands and lifting them as if offering her big tits to her son, she was proud of her breasts. She had beautiful breasts, especially for a mature woman her age. She's seen younger women who have saggy tits but she didn't. 

"Showing me your breasts Mom isn't the same as me showing you my cock," he said acting so nonchalantly while staring at her tits as if he's never seen a woman's breasts before.

She couldn't believe she was sitting there topless. She couldn't believe she was brazen enough to show Tommy her tits. She couldn't believe that Tommy wanted to see more of her than just her tits.

"What do you mean?"

She knew exactly what he meant. Filled with lustful desire, he looked at her in the way she's been looking at him. Just as she shocked herself by what she said and did in voluntarily showing him her tits in exchange for him showing her his cock, he shocked her by what he said next. 

"What I mean is," he said looking up at her to make eye contact with her. "If you show me your pussy, I'll show you my cock. That way, if you ever tell anyone that I showed you, my mother, my cock, I'll embarrass you by telling them that you showed me, your son, your pussy," he said.

My pussy? She couldn't believe her son wants to see her pussy? With him already seeing her tits, he wants to see her pussy too. She couldn't believe that her son wants to see her pussy. Naked, naked, naked, Tommy wants to see his mother naked. Nothing homosexual about her son, she was so sexually excited to get naked on Valentine's Day in front of a man, even if that man happened to be her son.

"Okay," she said standing. "But you must promise me Tommy that you will never, ever tell anyone that I stood in front of you naked. No one must know," she said shaking her index finger at him as if scolding him. "I mean it."

"I promise," he said.

She slowly removed her robe as if she was a stripper on stage while looking at Tommy as if he was a paying customer instead of her son. Naked now, with her arms raised as if she was a showcase model on The Price Is Right, she turned one way before turning the other and before turning completely around. Immodestly immoral, unembarrassed and unashamed, smiling with glee, and obviously feeling comfortable that she was naked in front of her son, she couldn't wait for him to show her his cock.

"Well, what do you think? Not bad for an old broad," she said.

Watching him watch her, she cupped and raised the breasts in her hand as if offering her tits to him while staring at her son before leaning over him to shake her naked tits in his face. Going beyond what was sexually appropriate between a mother and her son, she did everything but give him a lap dance and he surprised her when he didn't reach up to touch her tits, feel her tits, and fondle her tits while fingering her nipples. Being that he had such a big prick, if only he asked her to give him a lap dance, she probably would have.

"You're beautiful Mom. You have a spectacular body," he said.

"Thank you," she said looking at him staring at her.

"Now bend over," he said.

Bend over? Did she hear that right? Her son wants her to bend over? Why? Did she drop something? Being that she was naked, what did she have on her person that could fall?

"Pardon?"

She looked at him with shocked surprised. She heard what he said but she couldn't believe what he said.

"Turn around and bend over," he said again.

Excited now, she imagined her son standing, stripping off his clothes, and filling her with his massive prick. She imagined him fucking her doggie style as soon as she bent over in front of him while reaching in front of her to cup her big tits and finger her nipples.

"Tommy! I'm not going to bend over in front of you," she said laughing while feeling a familiar warm wetness between her legs again. "That's a bit much isn't it? Isn't it enough that I'm naked?"

More than sexually aroused, when she looked down at herself, her nipples were so very erect and hard. If only he knew that she couldn't wait to bend over in front of her son. If only he knew that she hoped he'd fuck her from behind. Maybe he'd fall to her knees and eat her in the way that she couldn't wait to suck him.

"Please Mom. In the way that you want to see my cock, I just want to see your pussy," he said.

A fair request if he wasn't her son she'd already be bent over and grabbing her ankles but he was her son. Bad enough that she was showing him her tits, her ass, and her pubic hair but now he wanted an up close and in-depth inspection of her pussy. Pussy for cock, that's only fair. If he wants a closer view of her pussy, perhaps he'll allow her a closer view of his prick. Perhaps in the way she'd love to cup his big balls in her hand, she'll have him bend over and even cough too.

"Okay," she said turning around and bending over in front of her son. "There, I touched my toes," she said remaining bent in place to give her son the ultimate view of his mother's cunt.

"Wow," he said.

When she bent over in front of her son like that and stayed in the position longer than she should have, he surprised her with what he did next. He reached out his hand between her legs and cupped her moist pussy in his big hand while running a slow finger along her pussy slit. Parting her pussy lips just enough to feel her warm wetness, her son just fingered her. She couldn't believe her son just fingered her.

Beyond ready to have sex with her son, forget about making love with him, she was ready to be fucked and fucked hard. Not satisfied with her son fingering her, she wished he had impaled her with his finger. Nonetheless, as if she was having a sexual fantasy while alone in her room and masturbating herself, she couldn't believe her son touched her in such a forbidden way.

"Tommy! I can't believe you did that. I'm so embarrassed," she said lying when she was really so sexually excited. 

"Sorry Mom, I couldn't help myself," he said laughing. "I never touched a woman's pussy before."

Never touched a woman's pussy before? What? Is he kidding? What is he saying? Either he's a liar or a virgin. Being that he never lies to her, is he saying that he's virgin? That's impossible. In the hot, handsome way that he looks, with the huge monster of a cock that he has, and with him having the genetic code of a whore of a mother, no way. No doubt, he's just saying that he's never touched a woman's pussy for him to touch her pussy. No doubt, he's playing her in the way that she's teasing him. Obviously, he wants her as much as she wants him.

Comfortable enough to be naked in front of her son now, not bothering putting on her robe, she sat beside him naked. Being that it was Valentine's Day, the day of love, romance, and sex, not enough sitting there naked but wanting more, she wished her son would take her in his arms and kiss her, really kiss her, French kiss her. Being that she was sitting there naked, she wished he'd reach out and fondled her big tits while fingering her erect nipples before reaching down to finger her pussy. If only he'd lick her pussy, she'd suck his cock.

"Now, that I showed you my ass, my tits, and my pussy and now that I'm sitting here naked beside you, show me your penis. Let me see it," she said wetting her lips with her tongue before fluffing out her blonde hair and looking up at him. "Now that I'm really curious, I need to see your big prick."

He looked at her as if he couldn't wait to show her his cock in the way that she couldn't wait to see his big prick.

"You promise not to laugh?"

She made a surprised face as if she was just squirted with a water gun.

"Laugh? Why would I laugh at you or at your cock?"

He rolled his eyes and sighed.

"Because I showed all my friends and they laughed."

She made the same surprised face again as if he squirted her in the face with a water gun again.

"Guys your age laugh at everything. They are nothing but a bunch of immature idiots," she said waving a nonsensical hand. "Now show me," she said staring at her son's hand where he covered his penis. "Show Mommy your penis."

"Okay," he said standing.

Tommy unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped his jeans. Kicking off his shoes, he removed his jeans to stand before his mother in his underwear.

"Oh, my, you have an erection," she said when she saw his protruding bulge. "That is big."

"Actually, I don't have an erection Mom. It's flaccid," he said.

"Flaccid? No kidding," she said wetting her lips again with her tongue while moving her hair away from her face with her hand as if she was getting ready to suck him.

In the way that she was staring at his cock bulging out his underwear, he was staring at her naked tits. Having already crossed the line and gone beyond the point of no return, a mother and son forever lost to incest, they were already past what was deemed appropriate and what was deemed sexual depravity. Then he said what she feared he'd say.

"Sorry Mom. I can't do this," he said. "This is wrong. I can't show you my cock. I'm sorry but I just can't. You're my mother."

Suddenly feeling foolish that she was sitting there naked while her son was the more mature one for not showing her his prick, she felt embarrassed that she had shown her son her naked body, especially when he didn't appear to want to return the favor. She felt even more embarrassed that, upon his command, she had bent over in front of her son and allowed him to cup and finger her pussy. Now filled with shame and remorse, maybe in the way that she feared too, he feared what would happen next if he showed his mother his naked cock.

Obviously frightening him by sexually pressuring him, maybe she had been too aggressive in allowing him to see her naked body. Maybe she should have teased him more first before removing her robe. Maybe under the pretense of Valentine's Day, she should have kissed her son and slipped him her tongue while feeling his cock through his jeans. Maybe getting him more in the mood for romance and for sex, she should have allowed him to touch and feel her tits through her bathrobe before getting naked.

"You must," she said. "Please Tommy, I need to see your—"

Stopping her in mid-sentence with open mouth and bulging eyes, he lowered and removed his underwear to show his mother his big prick.

"Here it is," he said looking at her staring at him.

"Wow!" She looked from his cock to look up at him before staring back down at his big prick. "You have the biggest prick I've ever seen in my life and I've seen some big ones in my day, while working as a lifeguard," she said. Not daring to tell her son how many men's cock she's felt in her hand, sucked in her mouth, and fucked in her pussy, she didn't want him to know her as the whore she's always been. Briefly she looked up at her son before returning her focused stare to his cock again. "I've never seen a cock so big," she said with a nervous laugh. So wanting to touch him and take him in her hand to stroke him, she paused while staring at her son's penis. "Have you measure it?" 

"Yes," he said.

She looked up at him wild-eyed.

"How big is it?"

She stared up at him waiting for him to respond before looking down with her eyes automatically locked onto his giant cock.

"Ten inches," he said.

"Ten inches? Wow! And it's so big around too. No wonder why Jenny, Marsha, Rachel, Christine, and Julie broke up with you? How would they ever wrap their hands around that monster? How would they ever fit that thing in their mouths? How would they ever—"

"Mom. Please stop. You're embarrassing me. You're making me feel sad. I feel bad enough as it is."

"Sorry. I didn't realized that I was saying what I was thinking out loud," she said. As if debating what she was about to say, she put a finger to her lip before blurting out her question. "Does it get any bigger than that?"

"Sometimes," he said, "when I'm really sexually excited or when I'm, you know, masturbating. Instead of getting very much longer, it grows harder and wider."

Opening her mouth to accept her finger as if she was accepting her son's cock inside, she was bold enough to blurt her next question. With her hand poised at the ready to touch it, she looked up at her son while waiting for him to answer.

"May I touch it?"

He looked down at his cock before staring at his mother and before dropping his focused stare to leer at her naked breasts.

"Only if you allow me to feel your breasts," he said staring at her exposed breasts as if he was asking for a second helping of dessert.

In the way that he looked down at his naked cock, she looked down at her naked tits before they both looked up at one another. Now in the way that she was staring at his cock, he was staring at her tits.

"Okay," she said as if she was wrestling with the thoughts of saying no to him. As ridiculous as him saying no to her touching his cock, she'd never say no to him feeling her tits. "Just not my nipples because—"

Too late, before she could even answer, he was already fondling her C cup breasts while fingering her nipples. Rubbing them and pulling them, he showed as much excited interest in her nipples as he did for her breasts.

"Tommy no. Not my nipples. I mean it. Please don't touch my nipples," she said pulling away from him and falling into herself with her arms covering her breasts as if protecting herself from being hit by someone or something.

Caught up in the spur of the moment and afraid of what she'd sexually do when aroused after he started fingering her nipples, she felt bad that she raised her voice to him. Wanting nothing more than having him finger and suck her nipples, she felt worse that she denied her son the feel of all of her tits, including her nipples. Only, sexually excited enough as she was, if he sexually excited her anymore, she'd suck his cock. If he sexually excited her anymore, she'd allow her son to cum in her mouth. If he sexually excited her anymore, she'd allow her son to force that huge cock inside of her pussy.

"Why? I love your nipples Mom. You're nipples are so big and hard. I love your big nipples. I love your big tits."

He loved her big nipples. He loved her big tits. She closed her eyes and swooned at the thought of her son fingering her nipples before sucking her nipples.

"Because you'll get me sexually excited and I'm already sexually excited enough with you seeing me naked and with me seeing your big cock," she said turning red. "Even though I'm your mother, I'm still a woman. Even though you're my son, you're still a man."

Already having second thoughts about not allowing her son to have his wicked way with her nipples and any other part of her body, she wondered if he'd allow her to touch his cock if she gave him permission to finger her nipples. Only with her touching his cock and him fingering her nipples, there's no telling what would happen next.




Mom & Son Sex on Valentine's Day Ch. 02



"Go ahead Mom. Touch me," he said. "I want you to touch me."

As if he was going to put a hand to the back of her head and have her suck him, he stepped closer to her give her free access his penis. Not wasting any time, without embarrassment or shame, as if feeling a ripe piece of fruit in the produce section of the supermarket, she reached out and touched the head of his penis with her fingertips while looking up at him. Feeling the head of his cock as if she was feeling the end of a cucumber in the supermarket, she stared at his penis while he fondled her breasts. As soon as he fingered her nipples, her cue to put her caution aside, she wrapped her fingers around his cock and slowly stroked her son.

"Oh, my. Oh, my God, Tommy. It's so big. It's so hard. It's so spectacular. What woman wouldn't love this?" She fondled the head of his cock as if contemplating what she was about to say next.

"Thank you Mom but you're biased. You're my mother. You'd say that even if you didn't believe that," he said.

"So with that logic in mind, am I to deduce that you don't love my big tits, as you said you did?"

"I love you big tits Mom."

"Then, with that logic in mind, am I to deduce that you don't love my big nipples, as you said you did?"

"I love your big nipples Mom."

"And I love your big cock Tommy," she said.

"Thank you," he said accepting her compliment.

They felt silent while he felt his mother's breasts and she felt his cock. Then, she said what she hoped he'd have her do.

"Has anyone taken you in their mouth?" She looked up at him when he didn't answer him. "Has anyone ever sucked your cock?" Again when he didn't answer her, she looked up at him again before rephrasing her question to ask him a third question. "Has anyone ever blown you?"

Waiting an eternity for him to answer his questions, she was more focused on his cock than she was on his conversation and, obviously, he was more focused on her tits than on the conversation. Staring at his cock while holding it in her hand and fondling it, he stared at her naked breasts while holding them in his hands and fondling them.

"No," he said finally. "I've never had sex."

As if God rewarded her with a virgin of a son for having such a cheating bastard of a husband, she couldn't believe he's a virgin. He's never had sex? She couldn't believe her ears. Making sure she heard correctly, she asked him to answer her question again.

"Pardon? Did you say you never had sex?"

This time she looked at him to see if he was telling the truth. Having taught lots of virgin men in her sexual life, she was looking forward to teaching her son about having sex with a woman, that is, if he wanted her help. 

"I've never had sex, other than with my own hand," he said. "I've never had sex with a woman," he said again, this time with sad and hopefully expectant eyes.

She could tell by his eyes that he was telling her the truth. Her son never had sex. He never had a blowjob. She couldn't believe her son was a virgin when he had such a big cock. Such a waste of his big prick for him not to sexually satisfy some lucky woman. If only she wasn't his mother, she suck and fuck him right now.

"Seriously? You've never had a blowjob?"

Involuntarily, she wetted her lips with her tongue and tossing her long, blonde hair back with a flick of her head as if she was getting ready to suck her son and, truth be told, she was getting ready for sex.

"No."

Amazed that no woman has ever had his cock in her mouth, she couldn't believe it.

"You've never had a hand job?"

Slowly she stroked him while looking at him again to see if he was being honest with her and sadly, he was.

"No," he said.

She couldn't believe her son never had a hand job or a blowjob.

"So, you've never had sexual intercourse?"

Already knowing the answer to her question but nonetheless shocked that she'd even have to ask him such a question, maybe he'd be agreeable to her breaking his cherry. Only with her being his mother, bad enough that she was sitting there naked while holding her son's big prick in her hand, she couldn't give him sex. Even though she so wanted to, how could she give him sex? He was her son and she was his mother.

With that memory of her naked son humping her mouth and/or pounding her pussy, she'd never be able to look him in the eye again. If he was to marry and have children, how could she look at her future daughter and future grandchildren without having the memory of their incestuous, sexual encounter? On of all day, the day of love, Valentine's Day, if she was to give her son sex, even though she'd feel so good about having sex with him now, she'd feel so guilty later. She'd feel like the whore that she is and has always been.

"No."

Tempted to ask him if he wanted her to show him what it feels like to make love to a woman, what better gift could she give him for Valentine's Day than that. Being the wicked whore that she was, she enjoyed the thought that every Valentine's Day for the rest of his life, he'd remember having sex with his mother. Only, she couldn't ask him if he wanted her to make him a man. She was his mother and not some prostitute that his father surely would have taken him to get laid had he still been in the picture.

"Tommy, you poor, poor man. You have no idea what you're missing," she said while still slowly stroking her son's cock.

If nothing else, she'd like to see him cum. She wouldn't mind giving him hand job. She could at least do that for him. What's wrong with a hand job between mother and son? That's barely incest, is it? Easy for her to justify her having incestuous sex with her son when she's sitting on his bed naked and she's holding his prick in his hand, she just needed him to ask for her help.

"Can you show me?"

To be continued...



Mom & Son Sex on Valentine's Day Ch. 03



A hands-on master class, mother teaches virgin son about the birds and the bees.

As if he could read her mind, she couldn't believe he asked what she was thinking of doing. On the pretense of showing him how to have sex, she'd be having sex with her son. Playing her game of being the innocent mother, she knew what he meant but she was compelled to ask the question again, nonetheless. If she was going to give him incestuous sex, then she needed him to seduce her. Better that she'd be his reluctant victim than his willing volunteer.

"Pardon? Sorry. I didn't understand your question. Can I show you what?"

Just to make sure that there was no misunderstanding his meaning, she needed him to spell out what he wanted and expected her to do. She looked from his cock to look up at his face before looking back down at his cock again.

"Can you show me?"

This time, with a toss of his head in the direction of her naked body and with a sexy, come hither look, he emphasized the meaning of his question without verbalizing the meaning of his question.

"Show you what?"

Pretending that she didn't understand his meaning, wanting him to say the words by asking her specific and explicit questions, she played Mickey the dunce until he did. She needed him to ask her exactly what he wanted. She needed him to tell her so that he wouldn't throw it up in her face later or harbor ill will feelings towards her for seducing him. She'd much rather that the onus of incestuous sex be on him instead of being on her.

Again, she knew what he meant but she was once again compelled to ask him to repeat his question in more specific and explicit detail. If her son wants her to physically, graphically, sexually, and explicitly teach him about the birds and the bees, then he must say so. Nevertheless, she couldn't believe that her son wants her to give him sex. Wow! He wants her to be his first sexual partner and in the way she felt about her son and about giving him sex, maybe he'd be her last sexual partner.

Obviously for him to ask her to show him about sex, not only does he want his mother to show him how to have sex with a woman but also he wants to have sex with her. Obviously knowing full well that the only way she could show him how to have sex with a woman is by having sex with her, he wants his mother to have sex with him. Unable to wrap her brain around her son asking her for sex, being that she always thought she was the predator and not him, she had to repeat to herself what she was thinking. Her son wanted to have sex with her.

As nervous as she was sexually excited, absolutely, she'd show him how to have sex with a woman. A win/win for both, while she gave him the experience of learning how to have sex, he'd finally rid her of her horny mood. Even if they only had sex for the one time, that would be enough to give her plenty of sexual fodder to masturbate over later. Without a doubt, experiencing her son sexually wouldn't make her as horny later.

"I'm asking you to teach me how to have sex with a woman? I need to know what it feels like to make love to a woman," he said. 

As if she put the words in his mouth, as if she was experiencing her sexual fantasy, she couldn't believe what she was hearing. Tommy wants to have sex with her. Tommy wants her to show him how to make love to a woman.

"What? How to have sex? I don't understand," she said torturing him by sexually teasing him. "What?" 

As if she was Brett, played by Frank Whaley, in Pulp Fiction, and involuntarily saying 'what' just before Samuel L. Jackson, as Jules Winnfield, shoots him in the shoulder for saying 'what' one too many times, even after he dared him to say 'what' again, she couldn't help herself from saying 'what'. Teasing him in to telling her exactly what he wanted and what he expected her to do, she was beside herself with sexual excitement.

"Who better to teach me about sex than my mother? Who better to make love to me than my Mom," he said. "Who better to suck my cock?"

Light headed and dizzy from thinking about making love to her son after sucking his cock, she thought she'd faint from sexual excitement. How could she possibly disagree with that logic? With yes a given answer, never would she ever turn him down for sex, especially after her just asked her for sex. They looked at one another without saying anything before Kathryn finally spoke.

"I don't know Tommy. That's incest," she said playing the innocent mother again while making him feel like the incestuous son. "It would be wrong for me to have sex with you," she said and not believing what she was saying in turning down her son for sex.

Truth be told, she couldn't wait to have sex with her son. Truth be told, if he wasn't seducing her, she'd be seducing him. As if she was a nun, she was acting too much like his mother should act than acting like the whore that she truly was. As if he was the sexually experienced one being seduced, she was the innocent virgin trying to maintain her virginity, instead of the other way around. Yet, sexually aroused well past the point of no return, not taking no for an answer, he challenged her answer with his question. As if she was the one so opposed to having incestuous sex with her son, she made him appear that he was the one who so wanted to have incestuous sex with his mother and not her wanting to have incestuous sex with her son. Truth be told, they were both equally as guilty of wanting to have incestuous sex with one another.

"With you sitting there naked while holding my cock in your hand, isn't what we're doing now incestuous?"

As if she just had the epiphany that she needed to have to have sex with her own son, an easy leap for her to make, she agreed with his logical observation.

"I guess," she said. "I was holding your cock only because I thought there may be something wrong with your penis after you told me that there was a problem with your penis," she said continue to fondle his cock and slowly stroke his cock while talking to him.

Only, not even giving her a second to think about what she was going to do, in the way that he commanded her to bend over before he reached out his hand and cupped her pussy and fingered her slit, he was pressuring her in that same way now. Actually, leaving her some wiggle room if he was to blame her for seducing him years from now, she could always say that he wanted to have sex with her as much as she wanted to have sex with him. He reached up to trace her lips with her finger. She closed her eyes and kissed his finger and when he pulled her bottom lip forward, she opened her mouth to take his finger inside. As if his finger was his cock, she opened her eyes to stare at him while licking and sucking his finger.

"Take me in your mouth Mom. Suck my cock," he said.

She moved her mouth away from his finger to stare down at his cock while she continued to slowly stroke him.

"Oh, Tommy," she said.

Then, when she looked up at him with her big, blue eyes, he gave her his reason why he wanted her to take him in her mouth. He told her what she needed for her to blow her son.

"I want to know what it feels like to have a woman suck me," he said. "Who better to show me than you, my mother?"

As if he was asking her to take him for ice cream, how could she say no to that? Her sexual fantasy come true, she couldn't believe that her son wanted her to suck him. After having masturbated so very many times while thinking about blowing her son, here she was about to suck her son. Nevertheless, not wanting him to think of her as the whore that she is, even though she continued to stroke him and even though she couldn't wait to take him in her mouth, she needed to play the reluctant mother.

"Tommy. I can't suck you, my own son. I'm your mother," she said. "You'd never respect me if I blew you."

In the way that she looked at him, it was as if she was trying to think of a reason why she couldn't and shouldn't suck him, she couldn't think of a reason why she couldn't and shouldn't suck her son. Difficult to come up with a reason why she couldn't suck him when he was fondling her tits and fingering her nipples, and she was holding his cock in her hand while fondling his big prick and slowly stroking his big prick, she knew she'd be sucking him. With no reasons coming to mind, there was no way that she wouldn't take him in her mouth and blow him.

"Please Mom. Please?"

He asked her to blow him in the way that he pleaded for a toy when they walked through a store when he was a child. Only, nice that he was begging her to blow him, something that she could use in her defense should he ever throw in her face the fact that she sucked him, he didn't have to beg her to blow him. Being that she's fantasized so often about sucking him while masturbating herself, after having visualized him cumming in her mouth and her swallowing while he fondled her big tits and fingered her nipples, she had already made up her mind to suck him. If only he knew that she wanted to suck his cock as much as he wanted her to suck his cock. If only he knew she couldn't wait for him to cum in her mouth. As soon as he removed his underwear and showed her his monster of a prick, she had already made up her mind to suck him.

"Seriously? You want me to blow you? My own son? How can I suck you and have you still respect me as your mother?"

Unable to remove her eyes from his dick, she visualized sucking her son before breaking her focused stare to make eye contact with him.

"Yes, Mom, I want you to blow me and I'd respect you even more if you sucked me," he said. "Please Mom, I need to know what it feels like to have my cock in a woman's mouth and what better woman to suck me than my mother?"

What better woman to suck him than his mother, again, how could she debate that logic? So surreal and as if in shock, she repeated her question just to hear his answer again.

"You want me to suck your cock? You really want me to take you in my mouth?" She still held his cock in her hand while fondling him and staring up at him. "Are you sure?"

Just as she couldn't believe that he asked her to suck him, practically begging her to blow him, she couldn't believe she was ready to suck her son. She couldn't believe that she so wanted to blow her son. After all of the sexual partners she's had in her life, she couldn't believe that it's come to this and that she was ready to have sex with her son. She needed to pause and revel in the moment before committing herself and taking her son's prick in her mouth.

Once she accepted his cock past her lips, there'd be no turning back. A bond that they could never break, mother and son would forever be incestuously together not just as mother and son but as forbidden lovers. Never imagining how a mother could have sex with her son when she watched those horrible people on Jerry Springer, here she was about to commit the same sin. Yet, having already made her decision to suck her son, even that horrid of image of trailer trash people having sex with their blood related kinfolk wasn't enough for her to change her mind.

"Yes Mom. Please Mom?"

With her sitting there naked while holding his big cock in her hand, doomed to have incestuous sex with her son, there was no way that she wouldn't give her son oral sex.

"If I agree to blow you, you must promise not to cum in my mouth," she said while wishing he would cum in her mouth.

Actually, being that it's been such a long time since a man ejaculated his seed in her mouth, not only wouldn't she mind him cumming in her mouth but also she couldn't wait for him to cum in her mouth. In fact, as if paying her a compliment for giving him a great blowjob, her way of knowing that he loved her giving him a blowjob just as much as she'd love giving him a blowjob, she'd love for her son to cum in her mouth. Enjoying the experience of controlling a man with her mouth and tongue while stroking him with her hand, and with her son no different from any other man in wanting her to suck his cock, she took it as a compliment when a man exploded his cum in her mouth.

"I promise not to cum in your mouth Mom," he said.

Stroking him while looking up at him as if contemplating her indecision to cross the incestuous line with her son, she knew that once she had his prick in her mouth that it would be easy to suck him. Closing her eyes while visualizing sucking him, she thought of all the Valentine's Day blowjobs she's given men for them remembering her with merely a card, some flowers, and a box of candy. Continuing the tradition of sucking a cock on Valentine's Day, after breaking with tradition for years by not sucking anyone's cock, here she was about to suck her son's big prick. Actually, with him being so big, even bigger than his father, she couldn't wait to stretch her lips over his erect prick.

While still slowly stroking him, she looked up at him before leaning forward to lick the head of his cock with her tongue and before taking him in her mouth. Stroking him faster while sucking him, she continued looking seductively up at him, something not so easy to do with her mouth so rammed full with his giant cock. Being that he never had sex before, other than with his own hand, she knew that it wouldn't take him long to cum and it certainly didn't. Surprising even her with the quickness and with the sheer volume of his ejaculation, he exploded a huge volume of cum in her mouth. Since she's never been a spitter and not knowing what else to do with a mouthful of her son's cum, she swallowed.

Then, as soon as she released her son from her lips, as if removing the pressure built up in a champagne bottle when removing the cork, he exploded another volume of cum all over her face, hair, and tits. It's been a long while since she's had a facial and to receive a cum bath from her son was as exciting as it was disturbing. Stunned but so sexually excited, she remained there with her mouth open and with the shocked look of surprise on her face while gazing up at her son and laughing.

She just blew her son. She couldn't believe she just sucked her son. He just ejaculated in her mouth and she swallowed. Is there nothing she wouldn't do for her son? With that in mind, she couldn't wait to make love to him before fucking him. It was one thing for her to take her son's prick in her mouth but as graphic evidence that she had incestuous sex with her son by giving him a blowjob, with him cumming in her mouth and all over her face, hair, and tits, the proof was all over her.

"Oh, my God, Tommy," she said laughing while not wanting him to feel bad. "You gave me quite the cum bath," she said grabbing tissues from his nightstand that she imagined he used while masturbating with the thoughts of having sex with her. "I have your cum all over me. There's cum everywhere," she said wiping herself with more tissues.

Glad that she could satisfy both of their sexual fantasies at the same time, she looked up at him with his cum dripping from her hair, her eyebrows, her nose, her lips, and her chin. Covered with her son's cum, she was such an incestuous sight to see. A familiar feeling for her, being that she gave so very many blowjobs in her young, carefree days and was rewarded with more than one cum bath in her time, she reveled in the sensation of cum dripping down her face.

"Sorry Mom. I didn't want to cum in your mouth but I couldn't hold it back," he said.

Didn't want to cum in her mouth? She looked at him as if he was nut? Why wouldn't he want to cum in his mouth when so many woman? Too many women, won't allow a man to cum in their mouths, never mind swallowing their cum. She loved having her son cum in her mouth.

"You didn't want to cum? Why not?"

She remembered she asked him not to cum in her mouth and even made him promise not to cum in her mouth while knowing that he would. The check is in the mail and I promise not to cum in your mouth are two promises that men were unable to keep. Glad that he was unable to keep his promise, she could still taste her son in her mouth and smell her son all over her. She not only smelled of sex but also she smelled of Tommy.

"I promised you that I wouldn't cum in your mouth," he said.

"It's okay. Don't fret about it. I enjoyed having you cum in my mouth," she said smiling at her son. "Did you enjoy cumming in my mouth?"

After having given so very many blowjobs in her life, she couldn't remember the last time a man ejaculated in her mouth and it's been even longer since she's been rewarded with a cum bath.

"I did but enjoy cumming in your mouth Mom but, being that this is Valentine's Day, I wanted to make love to you, instead," he said with sadness.

She quivered with the thought of her son sticking that monster prick between her legs. She couldn't wait for him to fill her pussy with all of him.

"Make love to me?" Unable to speak, she was flushed. "You mean you want to have sexual intercourse? You want to make love to me and fuck me, your own mother?"

"Yes, Mom. I do," he said. "After I make love to you, I want to fuck you. I want to pound your pussy with my big, hard prick," he said talking dirty to her in the way she so enjoyed and so missed having hot pillow talk.

Taking his cock in her hand again to lick the cum that dripped from his cock, she continued slowly stroking him with one hand while cupping his testicles with her other hand.

"Oh my," she said. "You shouldn't talk to your mother like that Tommy. That's so dirty. That's so disturbingly disgusting," she said with a dirty laugh. "Actually, you should talk to your mother like that more often," she said laughing. "I love dirty talk."

Going way beyond what was an appropriate conversation between a mother and her son, an understatement, they made a sexual memory that neither one of them would ever forget. Way beyond being sexually excited, in the way that there was no way that she'd turn down giving her son a blowjob, there was no way that she wouldn't allow her son to make love to her before fucking her. She couldn't wait to feel his giant cock in her wet pussy. She couldn't wait for him to fill her with his prick.

"Please Mom let me bone you. I need to know what it feels like to have my cock buried in your warm, wet pussy," he said continuing the banter of dirty talk, no doubt, in the hope of sexually exciting her enough for her to make love to him and fuck him.

Only, obviously, he didn't know that he didn't have to say or do anything to sexually excite his mother, other than staring at her exposed breasts and showing her his huge cock. Obviously, he didn't know that his mother was just as sexually excited, if not more so, than he was. After sucking his cock, having him cum in her mouth, and her swallowing her son, she didn't need any more convincing to make love to him and to fuck him. It was just a matter of time before they'd be in bed naked together with him on top of her pounding her pussy.

Unable to stop fluttering her eyelids from being in total sexual excitement, she closed her eyes for a second to visualize her son burying his hard cock in her wet pussy before pounding his mother's cunt. Thinking that she may be dreaming and sexually fantasizing all of this, she opened her eyes to look at him and to stare at his prick. Yet, since she was still able to taste him on her tongue and in her mouth, and smell his sexual scent and his Ralph Lauren cologne all over her body, she wasn't dreaming. He was really there naked with her. Naked, naked, naked, they were both naked together. A mother naked with her son and a son naked with her mother, as far as she was concerned, right here and right now was the closest they've ever been.

"I don't know Tommy. It's one thing for me to suck you but quite another thing for me to make love to you," she said while continuing to play her reluctance game of innocence while knowing full well that he'll be pounding her pussy soon. "And it's quite another thing for you to fuck me while pounding my pussy."




Mom & Son Sex on Valentine's Day Ch. 03



Just saying the words, pounding my pussy made her swoon. She needed to continue playing the innocent mother. She needed for him to coerce her to have sexual intercourse with him. She needed him to convince her to relent to his sexually, incestuous, lustful desires. She needed this to be all his idea and not hers for this to work.

"Please Mom, please? I'd really like to know what it feels like to be intimate with a woman. I'd really like to know what it feels to have my stiff prick in your warm cunt," he said talking dirty again to his mother, no doubt, in hopes that dirty talk was all that she needed to make love to him and to fuck him. Actually talking dirty to her while she stroked his cock and he fondled her tits and all that she needed to say yes to anything that he wanted to do to her naked body. "But now that I shot my load in your mouth and all over your face, I'm not sure if I can get hard enough to cum again."

Cum again? His father could cum three times in a night. If she could get his father excited enough to cum multiple times, she was certain that she could get her son to cum multiple times too.

"Don't worry. Trust me. You can still cum again," she said. "You can still make love to me," she said grabbing his cock again. "Being that this is Valentine's night, the evening of love and since it's been such a long time since I've had sex, I'd love to feel your prick in my pussy. I'd love for you to fuck my cock while pounding my pussy," she said without shame or embarrassment.

She fell back on her son's bed and reached up for him to mount her. What more of a befitting celebration that a mother making love to her son on Valentine's Day? Who better to make love to her than her son? Who better to make love to her son than his mother?

Tommy mounted his mother while Kathryn reached down to guide her son's prick inside of her. So slippery wet, even as big as he was, she had to hold him to make sure that he didn't slide out. Yet, with him being so big, instantly, she gasped with not just by the length of him but also the girth of him. What hurt so bad when giving birth to him, hurt so good now while making love to him.

"I love you Mom," he said slowly humping his mother.

"I love you Tommy," she said whispering in his ear.

She wrapped her long legs around her son's waist as if she was riding an upside down saddle. Not bad enough that she sucked her son and now even worse that she was making love with her son, yet the incestuous sex didn't really register with her until she kissed her son, French kissed her son actually. With him humping her, she pulled his chin to hers and moved her lips to his. Kissing him with her eyes wide open, he looked just as startled as she looked. Then, when he impaled his tongue in her mouth, she closed her eyes and went with the flow. Forget about fucking her, he was French kissing her now while making love to her. So slowly and so lovingly making love, it wasn't very long before he was pounding her pussy as promised. He was humping her as hard as she was humping him.

Not satisfied with him having all the fun, she rolled him over and mounted him. Now, she was the one fucking him. As if sitting on a mechanical bull at the bar, she rode her son as if this was her private rodeo. With her breasts bouncing up and down and side to side, he harnessed them with his big hands while fingering her nipples. Just as it's been a long while since she felt a big cock inside of her, it's been a long while since she's felt this good. Reminding him so much of his father, if only her sister, Maureen, knew how much better her son was in making love than was his dad, she'd be so jealous. If only her sister knew how hot her son was and what a big cock that he had, she'd probably leave Tommy's father for him.

With him having already shot his load, she knew that he'd be a little longer in shooting his second load. Taking advantage of that, she just needed for him to last a little longer for her to have an orgasm. Humping and humping her son, he returned his mother's humps before rolling her over. Now really fucking her and really slamming her pussy enough to make a loud slapping noise, Tommy was getting ready to ejaculate all that he had in her pussy.

"Oh my God Mom. I'm going to cum," he said.

"Wait. Don't cum yet. Hold just a little longer Tommy so that Mommy can cum too," she said.

"I'm going to cum," he said. "I have to pull out. I don't want to cum inside of you."

"Don't you dare pull out of me Tommy. Not now. I want you to cum inside of me. I need to feel you cumming inside of me. Don't worry, I can't get pregnant. Oh my God, Tommy, I'm so sexually excited that I'm cumming too."

With Tommy exploding inside of his mother and Kathryn tightly wrapping her legs around her son, they remained like that until the sexual excitement past. As if signaling the moment that their sexual love making was over, his flaccid cock slowly slid from her pussy. Then, with both of them spent, he dismounted her and moved beside her. Still holding his cock in her hand, she snuggled up against her son's naked body to enjoy the afterglow while he fondled her breasts and fingered her nipples.

"Tommy, if you continue fingering my nipples, I swear, I'll suck your cock again," she said.

Pulling them, turning them, and twisting them, Tommy continued fingering his mother's nipples.

"If you suck my cock again, I swear that I'll fuck you again Mom," he said. He took his big prick in hand and waved it at her. "Suck my cock Mom. Suck it. Blow me. I want to cum in your mouth again," he said.

"I can't believe you're getting another erection," she said sliding down for her lips to meet his engorge penis. "I just love sucking your big cock Tommy. Happy Valentine's Day," she said before taking her son's prick in her mouth again.

"Happy Valentine's Day Mom," he.

A virgin no more, he put a gentle hand to the back of his mother's head while humping her mouth and fucking her face.

THE END