0 comments/ 7694 views/ 5 favorites Like Horny Mother, Like Son Ch. 01 By: SusanJillParker Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Please vote. Mother and son masturbate together but in separate rooms. Caught on hidden camera with a camera hidden in his bedroom, Mom watches her 19-year-old son wearing her panties while masturbating. "Oh, my God," said Padjama, Raj's 44-year-old mother, a true MILF of an Indian woman that any son would love to fuck. "What's he doing?" She continued watching her son from her laptop computer and from the comfort of her bed on live feed from the camera she had hidden in his bedroom. She's been watching him every day for nearly two years, since he turned 18-years-old. Kidding herself into being a concerned parent was her justification to hide a camera in his room. What started out with her curious to know if he's taking drugs has turned into her masturbating with him whenever he's masturbating. "He's getting undressed. He's stripping off his clothes. He's getting naked, but why is he getting naked in the middle of the day?" Having watched him strip naked many times before, she knew why he was getting naked in the middle of the day. A sexy game she played with herself, she just liked asking the question as part of her getting sexually aroused. After watching him on hidden video for nearly two years, acting surprised, as if seeing him undressing for the first time made her more sexually aroused. She watched him remove his sneakers, his socks, his shirt, his pants, and his underwear. Her favorite part, she loved watching him remove his underwear. She loved watching him remove his tee shirt. She loved the sexy sight of him in just his underpants. She loved seeing the semi-erect impression his cock made in his cotton briefs before he removed those too to expose his beautiful cock to her. She put a hand to her breast through her nightgown and felt and fondled her big tits while watching her son walk around his room naked. As if her son was fingering her nipples, she mindlessly fingered her right nipple with her left hand through her nightgown while staring at her son's cock. As soon as her right nipple erected itself, she fingered her left nipple through her nightgown with her right hand while continuing to watch her son strip naked. She sometimes found it difficult to believe that she gave birth to someone who looks like him. He's so handsome. He's so sexy. Hoping that it will happen soon, she can't wait for the day when they have sex. Her sexual fantasy she prays will come true, she can't wait for the day when she masturbates her son, sucks her son, and fucks her son. "I can't help myself from watching and staring but I love seeing my son naked. I love seeing his beautiful body. I love seeing his hard prick. He has a better cock than his father. Turn to face the camera so that Mommy can see your big prick, Raj. Show Mommy your cock. Mommy wants to see your cock while she masturbates herself." If her friends and neighbors knew that she had hidden a camera in her son's bedroom, she'd be so embarrassed. If her husband knew she's been spying on her son in this incestuous way, she wouldn't know what to say. Not a stupid man, she could never convince him that her watching Raj wasn't sexual. She could always say that it started when she wanted and needed to know if he was on drugs but he'd more believe that she's been watching him dress, undress, and masturbate himself for her own sexual pleasure. If her friends and neighbors knew that she masturbates over her son's naked body, she'd be an outcast in her neighborhood. If only her friends and neighbors knew that she wanted to have sex with her son, fearing her wanting to have sex with their sons too, no one would have anything to do with her. Unable to help herself from watching him, she felt as if she was a perverted father watching his innocent, albeit sexy daughter undress and masturbate herself. Yet, instead of a perverted father, she was an incestuous mother watching her innocent, albeit sexy son undress and masturbate himself. Rajesh's mother watched her son strip off his clothes while she continued fondling her breasts and fingering her nipples. Unusual for a mother to spy on her son with a camera hidden in his room while masturbating herself, typically, it was usually the other way around with a son spying on his mother or a father spying on his daughter while masturbating themselves. Truth be told, she only wished her son had the brazen audacity to spy on her. She had goosebumps just thinking about him watching her dressing, undressing, and masturbating. If ever he did hide a camera in her room and spy on her, being that she's familiar with hidden cameras and all the spots to hide them, no doubt, she'd be able to find wherever he hid a camera. Yet, playing for the camera, instead of confronting him for violating her privacy, she'd give him a sexy show of her underwear clad and naked body. While aware that he was watching her, never looking at the camera to tip him off, she'd give him a slow, sexy striptease. In the way she masturbates over him, she imagined him masturbating over her. Slowly stripping off all her clothes, she'd allow him to see her in her bra and panty. She imagined parading around her room while modeling her body in just her bra and panty for her son. Then, slowly removing her bra, one slow bra strap and one slow bra cup at a time, she'd show her son her naked tits. Wishing she was a fly on his bedroom wall when he was watching her remove her bra, she'd love to show her son her tits. Only with her already having a hidden camera in his room, she could watch his reaction to seeing her in her bra and panty and topless on her laptop screen. Then, once topless, continuing to sexually tease him, while leaning, bending, and stretching in front of the camera, she'd slowly remove her panties. Turning in every which direction, she'd give him a good show of her naked body. She'd show him all that he's been wanting to see. She'd give him a good show of her big, firm tits, her round, tight ass, and her black, bushy pussy. She'd show him all that she's been watching and seeing of him. Then, once naked, she'd get her vibrator and her dildo out from her nightstand drawer. Sexually teasing him, she'd move her vibrator to her nipples and her dildo to her lips. While sitting on her bed and within camera frame, she'd suck her dildo in the way that she'd suck her son's cock. She pleasure her nipples with her vibrator while sucking on her dildo. Then, she'd climb on her bed, spread her knees wide, and give him a masturbation show that he'll always remember and will never forget. Wishing he had a hidden camera in her room now, she'd allow him to see her giving herself an orgasm. Wishing he was watching her masturbating herself now in the way that she watches him masturbating himself, she'd allow him to watch her cum. While watching her, she hoped he'd summon the courage to join her in her room. While watching her, she hoped that he'd offer her a helping finger, a helping hand, and/or a helping cock. Wishing she could drive him sexually mad in the way that he drives her sexually crazy, she'd mouth his name while cumming. "Oh, Raj, fuck me. Fuck Mommy. Stick your big, hard cock in my willing mouth before sticking your big, hard cock in my warm, wet pussy." Returning the favor of seeing her son naked and seeing his cock, giving him more than subtle, seduction signs that she wants to have sex with him, she's been hanging around the house in her sexy nightgowns longer than she should before getting dressed lately. With her an exhibitionist, she hoped he was a voyeur. What man isn't a voyeur? What horny son doesn't want to see bits and pieces of his mother's body? What son doesn't want to see his mother topless and/or naked? What son doesn't want to have sex with his mother? Sexually teasing him unmercifully in the way that he doesn't even know that he sexually teases her, she's been exchanging flashes of her tits, her panty clad pussy, her panty clad ass, or her naked pussy and naked ass for seeing his cock, balls, and ass. Only, with him unaware that she has a camera hidden in his room, he's unaware that he's a contestant in her sexy, game of incest. While wishing he'd make a sexual move on her, she's been sexually teasing her son while hoping to entice him to make a sexual move on her. If only he'd make the first sexually forbidden move, she'd make all of the other sexually forbidden moves. Shocking and disgraceful, a father flashing his daughter his cock is one thing but a mother flashing her son her tits, ass, and pussy is something else. Knowing that he's looking when she's showing, her exhibitionism of her hidden assets and his voyeurism of her nearly naked body titillates her as much as it seemingly titillates her son. Teasing him while flashing him up nightgown peeks of her panties or pussy and down nightgown looks of the tops of her meaty breasts and her long line of cleavage, she's been so horny when around him lately. Sometimes, if she has no plans to go out, sashaying around the house leaning, bending, stooping, and stretching, while giving her son a longer show of her nearly naked body, she'll wear her sexy, see-through nightgowns all day. "Only why is he getting naked? It's the middle of the day," she said watching him retrieve a pair of her panties hidden under his pillow. A game she needed to play to get her sexually aroused and sexually in the mood to masturbate herself to Raj masturbating himself, she needed to ask the questions while pretending that she didn't know the answers. "Oh, he's getting naked to put on my panties. He's wearing my panties again. I like it when he wears my sheer panties. I like seeing how his erect cock stretches the front of my silk panties," she said talking to herself. "Then, when I wear my panties, I imagine his stiff prick is inside of my panties with me. I imagined his naked cock rubbing up against my naked pussy." She watched him get comfortable on his bed. He was naked and she was ready. As if he was a woman fingering her pussy through her panties, she watched him finger his cock through her panties. Something she never thought he'd do, she couldn't believe her son was wearing her panties. As if he knew she was watching him and as if he was deliberately teasing her, she couldn't believe her son fingered his stiff prick before masturbating himself while wearing her panties. Maybe he just likes how his cock feels encased in her silk panties. Obviously, his sexual fetish is her panties or maybe he's a cross dresser. In the way that Bruce Jenner has recently emerged from the closet to come out in the light, she thought about a woman trapped in a man's body. It would be sad if her only son, her only child, wanted to be a woman instead of a man. Only then, she imagined all the fun she could have helping him to get dressed as a woman. She imagined staying with him in his room while he dressed and undressed. She imagined touching him and feeling him everywhere a mother should never touch and feel her son. She imagined having sex with her son while he was dressed as a woman. She's certainly not lesbian but there's something sexually hot about having sex with a man dressed as a woman, especially when that woman is her son. Obviously, for him to masturbate himself while wearing her panties, he's turned on enough by her panties to cum. Perhaps with her sexually teasing him and giving him up nightgown flashes of her panties, wearing her panties is the closest he thinks he could ever be to her pussy. If only he'd make the first sexual move, she'd make all of the other sexual moves. If only he'd make the first sexual move, she'd give him every sexual thing he could possibly want. Obviously, now that she's watched him masturbating while wearing her panties, he sexually wants her as much as she sexually wants him. "He must be horny. He must be pretending he's feeling my panties with me in them. He must need to masturbate again. This is the third time today he's masturbated," she said out loud for no one to hear. "He must masturbate twenty times a week." She watched him finger and fondle his erect prick through her panties. She wondered if he was thinking of her wearing her panties while touching himself. She wondered if he was thinking of her naked. She wondered if he was imagining having sex with her naked body. She wished she knew what he was thinking while he stroked himself. It took all the self-control she had not to barge in his room while he was masturbating while wearing her panties. "That's right Raj, fondle your cock through my panties while pretending your hand is my hand. Make your prick big and hard so that I may pretend your cock is in my hand, in my mouth, in my pussy, and in my ass," she said. "Now take it out and stroke yourself, my son. Oh, yeah, just like that baby," she said while watching him fondling his erection through her panties. "Stroke your big, hard prick Raj. Stroke it for Mommy." Just as she uttered the words for him to take out his cock and stroke himself, Raj pulled out his engorged prick from inside of her panties and started playing with himself. As if watching a male stripper masturbating himself onstage, Padjama watched her son masturbate himself. Mesmerized by the mere sight of his big prick, as if he was a snake charmer and she was his captive audience, she couldn't remove her eyes from his swollen dick. Daring herself to do so, she wished she had the nerve to walk in his room right now, wrap her hand around her son's cock, and stroke him. She'd love nothing more than to masturbate her son. She'd love nothing more to watch her son cum. She loved nothing more than for her son to cum all over her hand and all over her tits. She'd love nothing more to suck her son. She'd love nothing more for her son to cum in her mouth, and if he did cum in her mouth, she'd swallow. Wondering what his cock would feel like in her hand with her fingers wrapped around it, she wished she was the one masturbating him. She wished it was her hand touching him and feeling him while slowly stroking him. She wished it was his hand feeling her tits and his fingers fingering her nipples instead of her hand touching herself where she wished her son would touch her. She wished it was her son kissing her, French kissing her, while his fingers rubbed her clit and fingered her pussy instead of her fingers masturbating herself. So sexually frustrated, the only sexual satisfaction she's received lately is watching her son masturbate himself while she masturbates herself too. Seemingly masturbating together but in separate bedrooms, and without him knowing or even suspecting that she's masturbating with him and over him, if only he knew she was in the room next door masturbating herself while he masturbated himself, she wondered what he'd say. In the way that she'd love to offer him a helping hand, she wondered if he'd offer her a helping hand or a helping finger while she's masturbating herself. Wishing her son was in her bedroom with her now, she lifted her nightgown, spread her legs wide and started playing with her pussy while watching her son playing with his cock. She wondered what kind of example she was setting. If Raj knew she had hidden a camera in his bedroom and was watching him dress, undress, and masturbate himself, she'd be so embarrassed. Yet, at the same time, with it all out in the open, she'd be so sexually excited. Maybe with him knowing his mother is just as incestuously perverted as he is would be what they needed to break the ice. She thought of a slogan for her campaign of seduction. The family that masturbates together has sex together. She'd love to expose her pussy to him. With her eyes closed and her fingers deep inside of her, she'd love for him to catch her masturbating herself. Pretending she didn't know he was in her bedroom with her watching her touching herself, she'd give him such a sexy masturbation show. She'd love him to see her cum. She'd love him to watch her give herself an orgasm. She'd love for him to hear her scream his name. "Oh, Raj! Oh Raj, fuck Mommy. Give Mommy your cock. Stick your prick inside of me," she imagined saying to her son. Instead continuing to watch him masturbating herself, as if she was his personal, sexual cheerleader, she cheered him on to cum. "Stroke your cock, baby. Stroke your prick harder. Stroke your penis faster. Stroke your dick for Mommy. Mommy wants to see you cum," she said transfixed while watching her son playing with himself. While she watched her son masturbating, as if her fingers were her son's fingers, she slowly fingered her nipples with her left hand and fingered her pussy with her right hand. She remained silent while playing with herself and while staring at his nearly naked image of him on her laptop. Pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples, it always sexually excited her to see her son naked. It never failed to make her want to masturbate herself whenever she watched her son masturbating himself. "If I was there with you in your bedroom now, I'd masturbate you. I'd suck your prick before fucking you prick," she said feeling her tits through her nightgown before going up her nightgown to rub her clit and finger her pussy. "God, I wish I could stroke your cock. I wish I could suck your cock. I wish I could fuck your cock," she said fingering her pussy deeper while rubbing her clit faster. Remaining silently horny and sexually excited, albeit terribly sexually frustrated, while watching Raj's image on her laptop screen, she continued watching her son masturbate himself while she masturbated herself. She was so desperate to touch his prick, feel his prick, stroke his prick, suck his prick, and fuck his prick. She only wished they could masturbate one another. How sexually albeit incestuously hot would that be for a mother to masturbate her son? How sexually albeit incestuously hot would that be for a son to masturbate his mother? How sexually exciting would that be to feel her hand wrapped around his cock while his fingers were buried inside of her pussy and his mouth was sucking her nipples? "Then, after you give me an orgasm with your fingers and with your tongue, and after I make love to you, I'd fuck you," she said as if her son was there right now in her bedroom with her. "I'd really fuck you. I'd fuck you so hard and so fast. I wish you could pound my pussy hard enough for me to cum. Mommy needs to cum Raj. Mommy needs to cum." Sliding the index finger of her right hand in and out of her pussy while rubbing her clit, she drew slow circles around her nipples with her left hand fingers while watching her son masturbate. She was getting so sexually excited watching her son masturbate himself. It took all the self-control she had not to barge in his bedroom and surprise him with an offer she hoped he wouldn't refuse. She'd love nothing more than to strip off her nightgown and give him a naked surprise of her voluptuous body. "I'd blow you. I so want to suck you. I'm so horny that if I was with you now, I'd let you cum in my mouth and I'd swallow your cum," she said. * * * * * Something that men typically do, Padjama watched her son Rajesh on her laptop via a hidden camera in his bedroom. In the way her brothers and her father routinely spied on her while watching her dress, undress, and masturbate herself back in India, she's now doing the same inappropriate, incestuous behavior with her son. Her father and brothers spied on her before finally forcing her to have sex with them. If only her son knew his mother was watching him, she wondered what he'd say. She'd love to suck and fuck her son's cock in the way she sucked and fucked her father's and brother's pricks. She wondered if her son would he be angry and feel violated that his mother watches him dress and undress? She wondered if he'd be angry that she knows he wears her panties. She wondered if he'd be angry that she watches him masturbate himself or would he be sexually excited that she watches him stroke his cock and cum? Like Horny Mother, Like Son Ch. 01 If he was angry and felt violated that she was watching him and recording him to her computer on hidden camera, would he be angry enough to tell his father? If he did tell his father, wondering what he'd say, what would he tell him? Or would he use the information that she was watching him and obviously sexually lusting over him, would he use that information to his sexual advantage? Would he say that his mother is an incestuous pervert and a sexual whore or would he remain silent and finally give her what she wants, his stiff, hard cock? Afraid to take the next step, she didn't know how to get what she sexually wants from Raj. "If only he'd have sex with me, I could make him so happy," she said continuing to masturbate herself while watching her son masturbating himself. * * * * * Telling one another everything, as a mother who loves her son and a son who loves his mother, they've always been close. Then, when he suddenly grew more distant and with her having nothing else better to do, on the pretense that she wanted to know if he was using drugs or not, she's been spying on him ever since he turned 18-years-old nearly two years ago. Then, even after confirming that he wasn't using drugs, as if she developed a sexual fever, she couldn't stop watching him. She couldn't stop spying on him. No longer able to justify why she still had a hidden camera in his room, she didn't care. Always horny for him now, especially after seeing him naked and watching him masturbate, she loved hugging him when wearing her thin, sheer, nearly see-through, sexy nightgowns. Now that she knows he's always so horny too and masturbates while wearing her panties, like mother, like son, with him only wearing a tee shirt and pajama bottoms without underwear, she loved feeling her nearly naked body up against his nearly naked body. Imagining herself naked and making love to him, she loved feeling her breasts and her erect nipples pressed against him when his erect cock was pressed against her. Normally the comforting feelings a mother receives when hugging her son were more sexual than that. While hugging her son, especially when wearing something so sheer and so sexy, she became sexually aroused. Hating to admit it to herself in the beginning, the feelings she received when hugging her son were much more sexual than comforting. Not knowing what to do with those inappropriate, incestuous feelings back then when she first started having them, now she masturbates nearly as often as her son. Feeling more in the way that a woman sexually feels for a man instead of how a mother should lovingly feel for her son, she was tortured by her sexual lust for Raj. Now a game she enjoys playing, she enjoys sexually teasing him and enticing him while hoping to seduce him. What she used to wear for her husband, she now wears for her son. She receives much more attention and compliments from her son than she ever did from her husband. If only for the mere pleasure of him holding her and hugging her, she's filled with the sexual thoughts of him possibly even inappropriately touching her. After watching him masturbating numerous times while wearing her panties, she now knows Raj sexually wants her as much as she sexually wants him. * * * * * With her son so easy to sexually tease, all she needed do is to walk from her bedroom to the kitchen in her sheer, sexy nightgown without the modesty of a bathrobe. All she needed to do was to stand in front of the open refrigerator door without turning on the light in the kitchen. All she had to do was to stand in front of the television without the light being on in the living room. All she needed to do is to open the bay window drapes in the morning to get the attention of her son. Whether she walked from her bedroom to the kitchen, stood in front of the open refrigerator door, the TV, or the big bay window, she knew her son could see through her flimsy nightgowns as if she wasn't wearing anything at all. With his eyes burning a hole in her nightgown, he stares at her in the same way that she stares at him when watching him on her laptop dressing, undressing, and/or masturbating. Knowing that he could see much of her mature, nearly naked body, she was invigorated by his lusty stares. Just by his stares and her mother's intuition, she knows that he sexually wants her as much as she sexually wants him. Only, it's all so very sexually frustrating. As if there's a wall that was forbidden to climb over, the line of incest to cross cast such a heavy shadow of taboo that unless he made the first move, she didn't dare make her move. It's much more common for a son to sexually lust over his mother than it is for a mother to sexually lust over her son. With her sexy nightgowns so very transparent, she looked in her mirror to see what she could see of herself and what he could see of her. She knew that he could not only see the impressions of her nipples made in her nightgown but also the dark color of her areolas. Just as she knew he could see her ass crack when she leaned and bent at the waist in front of him on the pretense of picking something up off the carpet, she knew that if she walked in the light, he could see her dark patch of bushy, black pubic hair. Where most women trim their pubic hair, as proud as she was of her long, lush, blue-black hair, she was proud of her big, black bush. In the way that foreplay is to sex and exhibitionism and voyeurism is necessary to stoke the flames of sexual lust and incestuous desire, flashing her son is so very sexually exciting for her. While remembering all that she was showing and all that he was seeing, flashing her son gave her the sexual fodder she needed to masturbate herself later when alone in her room or while taking a leisurely bath in the tub. If only her son would barge in her room while she was dressing, undressing, or masturbating, she'd give him more than a show of her ass, her tits, and her pussy. With her always so hot and horny enough to masturbate herself in the tub, if only her son would barge in the bathroom while she was naked and bathing, she'd give him sex. Only and obviously, with him not as brazen as she is, he respects her privacy more than she does his. Perhaps he just fears having an incestuous, sexual relationship more than she does. With him younger and less sexually experienced, maybe he's afraid to reveal himself as an incestuous pervert to his mother while she'd not afraid to reveal herself as an incestuous whore to her son. Only, so that she can have a clear conscience without all of the misgivings, she needs him to make the first sexual move. She needs him to tell her that he wants her sexually in the way that she can't wait to confess her sexual desire for him. Sadly, her husband no longer appreciates her voluptuous body but happily and sexually excitingly, her son certainly does. She can see his lust for her in his eyes and in the constant erections that tent his pajama bottoms. Maybe he's hoping that she'll touch his hard cock in the way she wished he'd put her hand on his engorged prick. Maybe he's biding his time while waiting for her to make the first sexual move while she's waiting for him to make the first incestuous play. In the way that he stares at all that she's showing and all that he can see of her, she receives more compliments and sexual satisfaction from her son than she's ever received from his father. As much as she enjoys revealing herself to her son when walking around him in her sexy nightgowns, she can tell that he's enjoying the views of her nearly naked body when seeing her sashaying around him in her sexy nightgowns. She only wished he'd reach out and touch her, feel her, and fondle her before kissing her. Maybe tonight, she'll watch a sexy movie with him while cuddling with him on the couch. Maybe tonight, she'll wear her nightgown, the one with the plunging neckline that shows her nipples every time she moves. If he's at eye level with her nipples and if her tits are practically out of her nightgown, maybe she'll hug him. She imagined mashing his face in her tits. Maybe, with him unable to sexually control himself in the way that she's unable to sexually control herself, he'll touch them and finger them before sucking them. "That's a pretty nightgown Mom," said her son using the compliment to stare at the impressions her big breasts and huge, dark nipples made in her nightgown. "It's so sexy," he said while staring at her dark patch of bushy, pubic hair that's visible through her sheer nightgown. She looked down at herself to see what he could see of her. "Thank you, sweetie," she said pulling her nightgown tighter against her body to give him a better look of what lays beneath. Oddly enough, even though they've yet to have sex, the lust that they have between them is electric and burns as bright as a shining, shimmering star. Just by a mere look and a mere touch, she can tell that her son sexually wants her as much as she sexually wants him. Only, she's been patiently waiting for him to make the first move. She's been patiently waiting for him to touch her, feel her, or to open her bedroom or bathroom door when she's indecently dressed or naked Even though she's his mother, she's a woman first. Moreover, she's sexually experienced enough to know when a man sexually wants her. Most definitely, her son sexually wants her. If she wasn't his mother and if he wasn't her son, they would have had sex already. If she was some cougar he picked up in a bar, she already would have sucked and fucked him and he already would have licked her pussy. Excitingly, the incestuous line that both are afraid to cross helps to maintain the sexual tension between them at a high level of sexual anticipation. Sadly, the incestuous line that both are afraid to cross is always there to defuse their sexual lust with guilt, shame, and remorse. She wondered had she not been sexually and incestuous abused by her father and brothers, if she'd still be of the mind to want to sexually and incestuously abuse her son. With her father and brothers already having their wicked, sexual way with her is what she'd love to do to her son. With her husband having no idea that she was the sexual plaything of her father and brothers, he'd be livid if he knew. No doubt, not understanding nor caring that it wasn't her fault, he'd allow her to shoulder all of the blame. No doubt, he'd say that she sexually teased them and sexually enticed them to have forced sex with her. No doubt, he'd divorce her as his excuse to marry one of his graduate students. * * * * * With her husband always in class at the university, doing his research at the lab when not teaching, or in his office writing another book, he's seldom home anymore. Seemingly, quite obviously, he'd much rather be there with his students than here with her. With them having grown distant and apart on many levels and issues, it wouldn't surprise her if he was having an affair with one of his students. Surrounded by them, immersed in them, and working with them day and night, it wouldn't surprise her if he was having sex with some young, thin, shapely, and pretty, American coed or some graduate student who shares his lab. Grateful for his help and his tutelage, he's helped many graduate students secure funding, fellowships, grants, and loans. With those women in grad school not having any money to pay him for his help, perhaps they pay him with sex. Perhaps they suck him and fuck him in the way that she'd love to suck and fuck her son. Perhaps her husband licks their pussies in the way that she imagines Raj licking her pussy. All she knows is, she doesn't care if her husband is having a myriad of sexual affairs with his young, undergrad and grad students, as long as she can have just the one affair with her son. With his boyish good looks, his charming ways, his wit and fun sense of humor, along with his big brain, he's considered the rock star of the university. Surrounded by secret admirers for his mad math and crazy science skills, it wouldn't surprise her if some of his students traded sex for a passing grade. It wouldn't surprise her if some of his students traded sex just for the sake of having sex with their professor who's a celebrity of sorts on campus. A sexual magnate in the way that women are sexual attracted to him, obviously, he's no longer sexually attracted to her. With him not touching her anymore, whether they're undergraduate and/or graduate students, it would surprise her if her husband was getting what he sexually needs from his students. Yet, with her stuck at home, a bored housewife who's too disinterested in working outside the home and too preoccupied with her son to get even a part-time job, her main focus has always been for the care, upbringing, and wellbeing of Rajesh, her son. Besides, without her having a college degree and with her not even a United States citizen, her having to work at McDonalds, Burger King, Wal-Mart, at the mall, at a grocery store, or at Starbucks, what kind of job could she get that wasn't an embarrassment to her husband? With him a prestigious college professor at the famous Massachusetts Institute of Technology, a physicist, and a published author of several, scholarly books, and with him supporting her in a lifestyle that she couldn't afford to support herself, she doesn't have to work. She's contently comfortable staying home and masturbating with her son. Moreover, her circle of wealthy, snobby friends would never understand why she'd even consider working at such a menial job. Subservient all of her life to men, her place is and has always been in the home while caring for her father, her brothers, her husband, and now her son. She wished she had gone back to school but with her husband so demanding and needing her to help him make his career, it took all the time she had caring for her husband and her son. Now tired of sacrificing herself for men, it was time for her to put her needs forward, namely her sexual needs, and what she needed now was a big, stiff cock. What she needed now was to have sex with her son. Now that her son is older, having grown up so quickly from a boy to a man, her thoughts have turned more sexual. Horny all the time, dead smack in the middle of the age before menopause where women are their horniest, she's never felt so sexual. Tingling with sexuality, she's never felt so alive. She's never felt as womanly as she feels now. She's never sexually wanted her son as much as she sexually wants him now. With her husband not taking care of her sexual needs and with her feeling so very sexually unfulfilled and sexually frustrated, masturbating herself all the time and nearly masturbating herself as much as Raj masturbates himself, she needs a man. She needs a cock. She needs to make love. She needs to have sex. She needs someone to make her feel special again in the way her husband did when she was in her twenties and thirties. She needs to suck and fuck a man. She needs Raj to cum in her mouth and cum in her pussy before cumming in her ass. Now that she's in her forties, she has needs, sexual needs. Now that her husband is in his forties, his sexual needs are much different than hers. Obviously, he's trying to recapture his youth by having sex with young women, lots of young women, women who are young enough to be his daughters, while she's secretly, sexually lusting over one man, her son. With them no longer connecting physically, emotionally, and sexually, she doesn't care if he has his affairs, as long as she can have her one sexual affair with her son. Only, if her husband knew she was sexually lusting over her son, he'd force her to have her head examined. No doubt, his way to get rid of her, he'd used her incestuous lust as his excuse to divorce her. * * * * * Daring herself to do so but unable to summon the courage to so expose herself, if only she could walk around her son topless without feeling like an incestuous whore, she would. She'd love nothing more than to show her son her naked tits. She'd love to see his reaction when seeing her big, naked tits for the first time. She'd love nothing more than to sun herself in the backyard topless while her son rubs suntan lotion on her back, her legs, her arms, and her naked breasts. An anomaly for Indian women, taking after her grandmother who had double D breasts, she has super huge breasts, 36DD. Glade that she has big tits, she loves her big tits. Only, as if she was waving a hypnotic charm in front of their eyes, her father and her brothers were mesmerized by her big tits. They couldn't wait to get their horny hands on them. They couldn't wait to see them, to touch them, to feel them, to fondle them, and to suck them. She imagined her son being sexually enamored with her big tits as much as her father, her brothers, and her husband was once enamored with her big tits. 'Do Mommy a favor Raj and rub some suntan lotion on my breasts. I don't want my tits to be sunburned. Only, be careful of my nipples. If you touch Mommy's nipples, you'll sexually arouse her' and she might suck your cock,' she imagined saying to her son. Maybe when coming out of the shower, she could deliberately drop her towel while not making it appear deliberate but accidental. 'Oops sorry Raj. I'm so embarrassed. I can't believe I dropped my towel. Please don't look at Mommy's tits. Please don't look at Mommy's pussy. Please don't stare at Mommy's ass when I pick up the towel,' she imagined saying to her son. Pretending that she didn't know he was home while walking around the house naked after her shower, maybe she could arrange for him to catch her naked. In the way she's already watched him, she'd love for him to catch her naked. She'd love for him to catch her masturbating herself. She'd love for him to hear her having an orgasm while screaming out his name. 'Raj! Raj! Fuck me! Stick your big cock inside of me! Raj! Oh, my God. I didn't know you were home. Please avert your eyes. Don't look at my tits, my pussy, and my ass. I'm so embarrassed,' she imagined saying to him if ever he caught her naked while masturbating herself. If there was a way for her to show him even more of her nearly naked body than what she's already showed him of her nearly naked body, but without her being suspect of deliberately flashing him, she would. Instead of just showing him the tops of her meaty breasts, her long line of cleavage, and/or the impressions and shape her breasts make through her nearly see through nightgowns, she'd love nothing more than to show her son her naked huge, double D breasts. She'd love to walk around him topless. She'd love to see his reaction to seeing her naked tits. Would he stare, leer, and ogle her or would he be a respectful son and look away for the sake of his mother's modesty and embarrassment? With her having big, shapely breasts, his eyeballs would fall out of his head if he ever saw her naked tits. Instead of looking away, in the way he stares at her now when she wears her low cut, sexy, nearly see-through nightgowns, he'd be staring at her shapely, big breasts, her nipples, and her areolas. Only, how would she flash him her breasts without looking like the incestuous whore she's suddenly become? If only he'd barge in her bedroom while she was dressing or undressing, she could blame him for trying to see her topless and/or naked. If only he'd barged in her bedroom while she was dressing or undressing, acting surprised, she'd freeze in the way of a deer caught in headlights to give him a good, long look of her topless and/or naked body. If only he'd barge in the bathroom while she was taking a bath or a shower, she'd love for him to catch her naked while she acted embarrassed. If only he'd barge in the bathroom while she was in the shower or in the tub on the pretense that he had to pee, she'd show him all that he was hoping to see. Maybe feigning an injury in the way Ray's mother did when she broke her leg and needed help to shower in Spanking the Monkey, she imagined pretending she hurt her back or her leg and needed his help to undress herself to take a shower. She wondered if he'd have the courage to touch her and/or feel her where no son should ever touch and/or feel his mother while undressing her. Feigning a shoulder injury, she imagined asking for his help to put on her bra, remove her bra, and/or even to pull up her panties or remove her panties. Like Horny Mother, Like Son Ch. 01 'Honey, I'm sorry and I realize that this is embarrassing for you, but you're going to have to stick your hand in my bra to push my breast down into the cups,' she imagined saying to her son. 'Just be careful of my nipples,' while knowing that there was no way that he could push her breasts down in her bra cups without touching and hopefully fingering her nipples. The sexual anticipation of him touching her naked breasts made her horny again. The sexual anticipation of him touching her nipples made her want to masturbate herself again. Just the thought of him feeling her tits and fingering her nipples made her want to suck his cock. 'Your nipples?' She imagined him looking at her with confusion. 'Why must I be careful of your nipples Mother?' She swooned at the thought of not only her son fingering her nipples but also the conversation they'd have surrounding her nipples. In the way that she imagined discussing her nipples with him, she'd love for him to discuss his cock with her. 'Because my nipples are very sexually sensitive and are one of my erogenous zones," she imagined saying with seriousness as if she was discussing her medical condition with her doctor. 'If you accidentally fingered my nipples, you'll sexually excite me,' she imagined hinting for him to finger her nipples. 'And if you sexually excite me while accidentally fingering my nipples, I'd suck your cock,' she imagined saying while looking down at this stiff prick that tented his pajama bottoms. In the way she was always walking around him wearing her sexy, see-through nightgowns with nothing underneath or just her panties, he was always walking around her with his pajama bottoms without wearing underwear. If only he dared parade around her naked, she'd parade around him naked too. Immodestly immoral, she had become a brazen, incestuous whore when around her son. When masturbating herself, which she's been doing more of that lately, in the way that Mimi Rogers did in Full Body Massage while standing in front of her masseur, she fantasizes standing before her son naked without shame, embarrassment, or remorse. Certainly with her having breasts that are just as big, bigger actually, and just as shapely as Mimi Rogers D cup breasts, she'd love nothing more than to show her son her naked double D tits. She'd love nothing more than for her son to touch her tits, feel her tits, fondle her tits, and suck her nipples. In the way that she's seen him naked so very many times, she'd love for him to see her naked too. Turning for him one way before turning the other way, she imagined spreading her legs and bending at the waist. She imagined flashing him her pink pussy while daring him to finger her, lick her, and fuck her. If she had a strippers' pole in her bedroom, she climb it for him. She imagined him looking at her naked breasts, her naked pussy, and her naked ass as if she was a sexual Goddess or a porn star. She imagined her son lusting over her naked body in the way that his father used to do. Yet, what kind of mother would expose her topless and/or naked body to her son? What kind of mother would have sex with her son? Had her father and brothers not sexually abused her maybe she'd be like any other normal mother but she's not. For the sexual love of her son, she's incestuously twisted. She'd have to be perversely perfected to purposely expose her topless and/or naked body to her son. Something she sexually fantasizes doing, she'd have to be an incestuous whore to purposely seduce her son into having incestuous sex with her. With her the 46-year-old, mature adult and him the 19-year-old minor, how can she do that to him? Yet, if she did deliberately and successfully seduce her son, how could she look herself in the mirror knowing that she seduced her son into having incestuous sex with her? She was already filled with shame, embarrassment, and remorse for being forced to have incestuous sex with her father and brothers. She was already filled with shame and remorse for sexually lusting over her son and for invading his privacy for hiding a camera in his room. Yet, unable to look away and unable to stop herself from watching him, she still watches Rajesh when he obviously thinks he's alone in his room. Having to settle for the small, non-sexually loving things in her boring, sexually frustrating life, while pretending that he's her lover instead of her son, she loved kissing him good morning and kissing him good night. Only, whenever she gave him a peck on his lips, she wished it would last longer. She wished he'd kiss her with more passion in the way a man kisses a woman and in the way that she dreams of kissing him instead of in the way that a son kisses his mother. She wished he'd part her lips with his tongue. If ever he parted her lips with his tongue, she'd take it from there. Kissing him with her eyes wide open instead of closed, she longed for the day when he'd part her lips with his tongue and kiss her, really kiss her, and French kiss her. She always wished she could explore his mouth with her tongue. She'd love nothing better than to French kiss her son while he felt her big tits and fingered her hard, erect nipples and while she fondled his hard prick. Something his father stopped doing years ago, she always allowed her son a stealth feel of the sides of her huge breasts when he thought she didn't know that he was inappropriately touching and groping her. With her never admonishing him or pulling away from him, she'd allow him to have his wicked sexual way with her body if that's what he so wanted to do. To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote. Please vote.