A long-time brewing, Mother and son have sex on Christmas
After having teased one another with sexually and incestuous charged pillow talk with what Susan would enjoy her son sexually doing for her and James replying in kind what he’d enjoy incestuously doing for his mother, they looked at one another. This was it. They were at the demarcation line of incest. The point of no return, if they dared cross this imaginary, forbidden line, there was no turning back. If they dared cross that imaginary, forbidden line, their lives would never be the same.
Yet, some could say that she had already crossed the line of incest by her constantly and continually flashing James up-skirt peeks of her panties and down-blouse views of her cleavage and bra. Some could say he crossed the line of incest by looking, staring, and leering at all that his mother was showing. Some could say that when she barged in his bedroom without knocking and stayed to watch his masturbation show that she had already shown her incestuous intentions.
Some may deem that they’ve already crossed the line of incest by discussing something so forbidden, a mother and son having sex. Some may deem that they already crossed the line of incest when he volunteered to sleep with her and she accepted his offer. Some may deem that she already crossed the line of incest when she exposed her naked body to her son by wearing such a sheer, sexy, and wide-open nightgown. Some may deem that he already crossed the line of incest when he stared at his mother’s naked breasts and her naked pussy without showing shame, embarrassment, or averting his eyes.
If that wasn’t enough evidence that they were about to have incestuous sex, she asked her son to hold her naked breast while spooning her. She told him that it was okay for him to play with her pubic hair, as long as he didn’t finger her pussy. If that wasn’t enough, she told him that it was okay for him to touch, hold, feel, and fondle both her breasts as long as he didn’t finger her nipples. She told him that it was okay for him to touch, feel, and squeeze her naked ass.
Now, what mother exposes her naked body to her adult son? What mother allows her adult son to sleep with her in the same bed? What mother tells her adult son that it’s okay for him to not only touch her, hold her, feel her, and fondle both her naked breasts but also to touch, feel, and squeeze her naked ass? What mother allows her adult son to hold her, touch her, and feel her where only her ex-husband, his father, held her, touched her, and felt her?
As further evidence that mother and son were about to have incestuous sex, when she was already nearly naked, she invited him to remove his pajamas and to sleep naked with her. Then, in the way that he fondled her pubic hair while spooning her, she fondled his pubic hair while spooning him. If that wasn’t incestuous enough, she held his erect prick in her motherly hand when spooning him. She even fondled the head of his prick with her manicured fingertips while slowly stroking him. What mother allows her son to hold her naked breast in his hand and feel her naked ass when he spoons her and then holds his cock in her hand when she spoons him?
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She looked at him looking at her. With both of them on the same page, they were obviously thinking the same thing. Forget about the touching, feeling, and fondling, they were about to have mother and son incestuous sex. As if rethinking what she was about to say, she bit her lip. She looked at him with as much trepidation and consternation as she looked at him with sexual excitement. Then, she said what he hoped she’d say.
“What if I masturbated you? What if I just stroked your cock and made you cum all over my hand?” Not even waiting for him to reply, she fired her questions at him with nervousness. “Would that be okay if I masturbated you? Would you like for me to stroke your prick? Would you like to ejaculate all over my hand to ease your horniness and to satisfy your sexual frustration?”
Sadly and selfishly, he never thought he’d be disappointed by his mother offering him a hand job but he was. Yet, before she changed her mind, he wasn’t about to decline her giving him a motherly hand job, especially if that was all she was offering. Now that she mentioned it and now that she drove him insane with sexual lust for her, he was hoping that she’d not only stroke his cock but also suck his cock before fucking his prick. He wanted to do and to sexually experience everything with his mother.
Yet, one step at a time. Perhaps, if he showed patience and didn’t pressure her for sex, one sexual thing would lead to another sexual thing. Perhaps, after she stroked his prick, she’d suck his prick. Perhaps, after she sucked his prick, she’d fuck his prick too. He’d love nothing more than for his mother to stroke, suck, and fuck his prick.
“Yes,” he said. “That would work. I’d love for you to masturbate me, Mom. I’d love to cum all over your hand,” he said even though he’d love to cum in her mouth and all over her face before cumming in her pussy instead.
If he had his choice, after she blew him and after he ejaculated his cum in her mouth, he’d love to give his mother a cum bath. He’d love to show her the incestuous lust that he had for her by cumming all over her beautiful face, in her lush blonde hair, and all over her big, naked breasts. Instead, enjoying the incestuous show, he watched her stroke him a little harder and a little faster.
“I’m out of practice,” she said with a nervous, little laugh. “It’s been years since I’ve given a hand job. It’s been years since I’ve even held a cock in my hand.” As if mesmerized by his prick and hypnotized by his erection, she stared down at his cock. “You have a beautiful penis, James. Your penis is much bigger and much harder than your father’s penis.”
While his mother stroked him, he felt her naked breasts and fingered her erect nipples. While his mother stroked him, he persevered in his quest to learn more about his mother’s sexual background. If nothing else, he wanted to use their sexual conversation as his incestuous pillow talk. If nothing else, especially if this was the only time they’d ever be sexually intimate, he wanted to get as much sexual fodder as he could to masturbate over later.
“Tell me what you sexually did with my father. I want to know,” he said looking at his mother with as much curiosity as he looked at her with sexual excitement. He stared down at her stroking him before he looked up at her again. Threading on forbidden ground and being careful not to upset her enough for her to stop masturbating him, he wondered if she’d tell him what sexual things she did with his Dad. “It sexually excites me to know and for me to imagine you having sex with him.”
As if she was telling him a bedtime story while still slowly stroking him, she made herself comfortable against him. Yet, her mood changed again from sexual excitement to sadness and then to anger. Obviously, she was angry when talking about her sexual past with her ex-husband. Knowing now that it was a mistake to ask her about her having sex with his Dad, it was too late to back out of the conversation.
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