My Mother’s Son

My Mother’s Son

A strong bond that can’t be broken, in the way that I’ll always be a Marine, I’ll always be my mother’s son. I’m not a Mama’s boy by any means, I just love my mother. My problem is, and it’s a problem that many men have, I love my mother too much. Sexually attracted to her, I love my mother in the way that a man loves a woman and not in the way that a son should love his mother. I continually masturbate myself over imagining my mother naked and having sex with her.

With the two inseparably intertwined, mother and son, sexual attraction and sex, and with my mother a MILF, and me always horny, it was inevitable that I’d be sexually attracted to her. It was inevitable we’d come together one day not as mother and son but as lovers. With so much time wasted, I’m only sorry that it took so long to experience my sexual fantasy and experience my mother sexually.

With a woman who looks like her and who has an amazing body like her, who wouldn’t be sexually attracted to her? Who wouldn’t want to strip her naked and make love to her? Who wouldn’t want to fuck her? Who wouldn’t want their mother to blow them, cum in her mouth, and cum all over her face? Who wouldn’t want to give their mother a cum bath?

She’s so pretty. Looking ten-years younger than her fifty-year-old age, she’s as shapely as she’s sexy. Moreover, she has big tits, D cup breasts. I don’t know what it is about big breasts but, I love big breasted women, especially big breasted older women.

Compared to my mother, the young women of today are so immature whores whereas my mother has it all together. Age, beauty, maturity, wisdom, commonsense, and smarts, my mother, if I say so myself, is one hell of a woman. Unembarrassed and unashamed to write, when thinking about my mother I think of her as my wife. If I could marry her I would.

Yet, filled with forbidden lust, instead of just being deemed her son, I wanted to be my mother’s lover. Wanting to thread on the dark side, with my mother leading the way, I wanted to experience the forbidden. I wanted to have incestuous sex with my mother. I wanted to strip my mother naked and touch and feel her naked body everywhere while making out with her.

Thinking of all of the incestuous sex possibilities, I wanted to see my mother topless and/or naked? I wanted to know what it would feel like to finger my mother’s pussy and what it would taste like to lick her. I wanted to know what it would feel like to masturbate my mother. I wanted to know what it would feel like to make love to her. I wanted to know what it would feel like to fuck her, really fuck her and pound her pussy harder and faster. I wanted to watch her have a sexual orgasm. I wanted to hear her cum.

“John. Oh, my God, John. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Lick my clit faster. Fingerfuck me deeper. Squeeze my tits. Pull, turn, and twist my erect nipples. Give me a sexual orgasm with your fingers and your tongue. Make me cum, John. Make me cum. Mommy needs to cum,” she said.

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Author’s Note #1:

Confessing his sexual attraction to his mother, Tina, John asked me to write the story of him having first time sex with his mother. The sexual fantasy of so many men but not many men live out their forbidden, sexual fantasies of having incestuous sex with their mothers. Not many sons experience seeing their mothers naked, touching and feeling their naked bodies everywhere, making out with them, and having sex with their mothers.

Sad to write but most mothers aren’t as sexually attracted to their sons as their sons are sexually attracted to their mothers. Yet, with the timing and the circumstances right, having sex with his mother was something that John dearly wanted and would never forget having for the rest of his life. Surprising him, unbeknownst to John, his mother, Tina, sexually wanted her son as much as he sexually wanted his mother.

Not an easy thing for him to confess, especially with him using his real, first name, surely, his friends and/or his family who may read his mother and son story, may recognize him. They may identify him and know who he is. With him not thinking that there was anything wrong with him having sex with his mother, they may not understand his sexual attraction to her. Thinking him an incestuous pervert, they may think less of him. They may not understand that under the right circumstances, mother and son sex is not only acceptable but also a beautiful thing.

Think about it. With her housing him, caring for him, nursing him, raising him, and feeding him, who better to give him sexual pleasure than his mother? Especially with her no longer having a man in her life, with him loving her and appreciating her, who better to give her multiple orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock than his mother. If he’s going to cum for anyone, he should cum for his mother. He needs to show her how much he sexually and intimately cares for her.

His dirty, little secret, something that goes without writing, John has always been sexually attracted to his MILF of a mother, Tina. Unlike other sons who just wanted to peep on their mothers dressing and/or undressing while masturbating themselves, expose themselves to their mothers, and/or fuck their mothers, he’s always wanted to make out with her while touching her and feeling her everywhere through her clothes. Instead of just fucking his mother, respecting her more as a woman than as his live-in, personal whore, he wanted to make slow and sweet love to her.

“I love you, Mom,” said John when alone in his room and masturbating himself.

He imagined his mother laying beside him while stroking his cock.

“I love you, too, John,” he imagined his mother, Tina, saying as she stroked him faster and harder while determined to make her son cum.

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Think about it. Just imagine this sexual scenario. What if your mother agreed for you to touch and feel her through her clothes while making out with her? How hot would that be? Could you make out with your mother while touching her and feeling her everywhere through her clothes?

What if your mother agreed for you to slowly strip her naked while touching and feeling her naked body everywhere? How hot would that be? Imagine it really happening. Could you dare to strip your mother naked and touch and feel your naked mother everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his mother?

Imagine your mother spreading her legs for you, allowing you to mount her, and allowing you to slide your erect, naked cock in her warm wet pussy. How hot would that be to make love slow and sweet love to your mother while making out with her? Then, humping her harder and humping her faster, imagine fucking your mother. Daring yourself to do so, could you make love to your mother? Double daring yourself to do so, could you fuck your mother?

“Mom, oh, Mom. That feels so good. I love being inside of you while French kissing you,” said John. “I love reaching around you to hold your shapely ass as I hump you harder and faster. I love feeling your naked breasts and fingering your erect nipples while making love to you. I love fucking you, Mother. I love pounding your pussy hard and fast enough to give you a sexual orgasm with my cock.”

Tina swooned over all of the sexual pillow talk and over the intense sexual pleasure that her son freely gave her.

“I’ve never made love with anyone until I made love with you, John, my son,” said Tina. “You’re the best.”

Admit it. Let’s see a show of hands. If your mother walked to your bedroom in the middle of the night while you were sleeping, and while wearing her sexiest, shortest, sheerest, and lowest-cut nightgown, and climbed in your bed, what would you do? Trust me, with no one knowing what you do behind closed, bedroom doors, I dare write that even if she was eating crackers, you wouldn’t kick her out of your bed. You’d definitely have incestuous sex with your mother. You’d make her your bitch.

“Mom, what are you doing here,” asked John surprised to see his mother in her bed?

She was wearing her sheerest and sexiest nightgown. He could clearly see her nearly, naked body even by the dimness of the nightlight. He saw the shape and the size of her naked breasts. He saw her patch of brown, trimmed, pubic hair. Tina gave her son a sexy smile and a naughty look. She looked at him in the way that a mother should never look at her son. She looked at him in the way that a woman his age who was ready and waiting for sex looked at him.

“I’m horny. I’m sexually frustrated,” she said reaching down to feel her son’s already erect prick through his pajama bottoms. She kissed him and parted his lips with her tongue. Then, she pushed back his hair to see her son’s handsome face. “Make love to me,” she said. “Make love to your mother. I promise that if you sexually make me feel good, I’ll sexually make you feel good, too.”

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I dare write that if your nearly, naked mother climbed in bed with you, you’d make out with her while touching her and feeling her everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his mother through her nightgown. Then, slowing stripping her naked, you’d remove her nightgown. You’d touch, feel, fondle, and grope her big tits. You’d pull, turn, and twist her erect nipples while rubbing her clit and fingerfucking her pussy. Then, as if you were her husband, with her giving you her consensual permission, you’d mount your mother and make forbidden, slow and passionate love to her.

Think about it. What would you do if your mother agreed for you to make out with her while touching and feeling her naked body everywhere? How many of you would dare to feel your mother through her clothes while kissing her, French kissing her?

Would anyone say no to making out with their mother while touching her and feeling her through her clothes? I dare write, unless she was fat and ugly, really fat and really ugly, no man would possess the sexual control to say no to having sex with his mother. As if a rite of passage, having sex with our mother was something that we were born to do.

“John, you awakened me,” said Tina shocked to see her son. “What are you doing in my bedroom? It’s the middle of the night,” said Tina surprised to see her son standing next to her bed naked and with an erection.

Making sure she saw how big it was, John slowly stroked his prick while staring sexily at his mother.

“I’m here to show my love for you, Mother. Knowing that your horny and sexual frustrated, I’m here to give you multiple orgasms with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock. I’m here to make you feel good. I’m here to make you cum, Mother,” said John.

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Not stopping with just making out with her while feeling her through her clothes, taking his time with his mother while looking at what each unbuttoned button revealed before unbuttoning the next button, John had always wanted to slowly undress his mother. His longtime sexual fantasy come true; he had always wanted to see her topless and naked body. He had always wanted to remove her blouse, her short skirt, her bra, and her panties. He had always wanted to strip his mother naked. He had always wanted to touch and feel his naked mother everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his naked mother.

Think about it. Just imagine the sexual scenario of having consensual sex with your mother. How hot would that be to slowly and sexily undress your mother? How hot would that be to willingly and consensually strip your MILF of a mother naked? How hot would that be to touch and feel your mother’s naked body everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his mother’s naked body?

Could you do strip your mother naked? Could you touch and feel her everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his naked mother? I dare you to strip your mother naked. I double dare you to touch and feel your naked mother everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his naked mother.

“John, oh, my God, John. Now, look what you’ve done,” said Tina looking down at her naked self. “You’ve stripped me naked. You’ve touched and felt me everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his naked mother. It’s wrong for you to touch and feel your mother’s naked body everywhere. What’s wrong with you? You’ve made me so wet,” she said while barely able to speak.

Something so forbidden for him to do and for his mother to do, as well, John had always wanted to have incestuous sex with his mother. Seemingly so, as unbelievable as it was true, her secret sexual fantasy, she had always wanted to have forbidden sex with her son. Admit it. Especially if your mother made it clear that she wanted to have sex with you, especially if no one knew what you did behind closed, bedroom doors, wouldn’t you love to have sex with your mother?

Something he’d never say to his mother, yet, something he thought every time he masturbated himself while imagining his mother naked and having sex with her. He wondered how she’d react if he said any of the below to her. Shocking him, he’d be the happiest man in the world if she said yes, allowed him to strip her naked, and allow him to have forbidden sex with her naked body.

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“Mom, if you don’t mind, I need to see you topless. I need to see your naked tits,” said John.

Tina looked at her son shocked but with a glimmer of sexual arousal that he wanted to see her topless. She gave her son a sexually aroused look that he wanted to see her naked tits. Living like a nun in a nunnery, no one had seen or touched her naked breasts since she divorced her husband years ago.

“John, you can’t see my naked tits,” she said with disappointment. “I’m your mother. I’d be embarrassed to show you my naked breasts,” she said while overwhelmingly wanting to remove her nightgown to show her son her naked tits.

He gave his mother a dirty look and a sexy smile.

“Moreover, that’s not all, Mother. Needing to satisfy my sexual fantasy and my perverse, incestuous lust for you, I need to fondle your naked breasts while fingering and sucking your erect nipples,” he said. “Please Mother. I need to have my wicked, sexual way with your big, naked tits.”

Tina put her hands to her breasts to deny her son from seeing her naked breasts through her sheer nightgown. Mindlessly, while seemingly imagining her son feeling her naked breasts, she felt her nightgown clad breasts through her nightgown with both hands. As if imagining her son fingering her erect nipples, with him staring at her fondling her breasts, she fingered her erect nipples in front of her son.

“What? You want to fondle my naked breasts while fingering and sucking my erect nipples? What’s gotten into you, John? If you’re horny, go to your room and masturbate,” she said denying her son glimpses and touches of her naked body. “If you’re that sexually frustrated, find a woman your own age and have sex with her. There are lots of young women out there with big tits who’d gladly allow you to have your sexual way with their naked breasts,” she said.

He laughed at his mother telling him to masturbate himself to relieve his horniness for his mother. He looked at her as if what she told him to do in finding a woman to have sex was ridiculous. Not wanting any other woman, the only woman that he wanted to have sex with was his mother.

“Further, Mother, if it’s okay with you, I need to see you naked while fingering your pussy and licking your pussy. I need to eat you. I need to give you a sexual orgasm with my fingers and with my tongue,” said John. “Please mother, pretty please, I need to make love to you before fucking you. I need to give you multiple. sexual orgasms with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock.”

After not having sex in such a long time, Tina swooned over the thought of having sex, again, especially having sex with the love of her life, her son. Allowing him to strip her naked, she’d willingly and consensually allowed her son to have her wicked, sexual way with her naked body. Only, nothing more than a sexual fantasy, he’d never say any of those things to his mother. Not wanting to ruin their close mother and son relationship, he didn’t know how she’d receive them.

Again, reticent to sexually solicit her, thinking twice about it, not wanting to take the chance that he’d ruin the close relationship that he enjoyed with his mother, he feared upsetting her. He feared that she wouldn’t understand his sexual attraction to her. Thinking that he’d rape her, he feared that she’d be afraid to be alone with him.

Would she sexually reject him or would she sexually welcome his sexual advances? There was only one way to find out. Whether she welcomed his sexual advances or not, he needed to sexually solicit his mother. He needed to know if she was as sexually attracted to him as he was sexually attracted to her.

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Author’s Note #2

What is it about a son wanting and willing to have sex with his own mother? What is it about a mother wanting and willing to have sex with her own son? Think about it. Really think about it. Imagine this happening to you. How dare he? How dare she? How dare they? What is wrong with them to even entertain the idea of having mother and son incestuous sex. Tell me, be honest, I want to know. Would you have sex with your mother if she was willing to have sex with you?

Think about it. Seriously? What are the odds of mother and son sex ever happening? A mother and son consensually coming together for sex is something that may happen in a book, in a movie, or when they’re drunk, drugged, or forced by intruders but other than that, it was nothing more than a sexual fantasy. Incestuous sex doesn’t happen, or does it? What do you think? Is consensual, incestuous sex a reality or fiction.

Imagine if you will, being locked in a pitch-black room, a room so dark that you cannot see your hand in front of your face. Imagine being naked, totally naked and totally vulnerable. Then, imagine hearing a sound.

Preying on your worst fear, you’re not alone. There’s someone else in the room with you. Who can it be, you wonder? You can’t see them but you can hear them. As if you can hear them breathing and or hear their heart beating, you can sense their presence. You inherently know that there’s someone there in this pitch-black room with you.

“Hello? Who’s there? Hello? Is there anyone there? I can hear you but I can’t see you,” said John.

Then, unnerving him, he heard the person moving closer to him. Closer and closer, finally they’re within his reach. He reached out his hands and was surprised to feel naked breasts, two big, naked breasts.

Then, he felt a hand reach out and feel his naked cock, his naked, erect cock. As he fondled her big tits and pulled, turned, and twisted her erect nipples, he felt her wrap her fingers around his erect, naked prick. Masturbating him, he felt her slowly stroking him.

Wanting to get more of a mental image of her, while hoping she wasn’t fat, he reached his horny hand around her to feel her firm and shapely, naked ass. As if she was a blind woman, sightless in the dark, and for all intents and purposes, virtually, she was blind, she reached up to feel his face. Fortunately for him, she was a woman and not a man. Fortunately for him, she was as naked as he was.

John is alone with a naked woman that he doesn’t know, had never met, and can’t see. Without even knowing what she looked like, if she was willing to have sex with him, seemingly, he ‘d be willing to have sex with her. Seemingly, with her already allowing him to have his wicked, and consensual way with her naked breasts and her naked ass while she slowly stroked his erect cock, undoubtedly, she was already, willing to have sex with him.

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“John,” asked his mother, Tina, with a long, fearful pause? “Is that you?”

To say that he was sexually excited that his mother was naked and with him in the dark was a gross understatement. If he was anything, his sexual fantasy finally coming true, he was sexually excited that he was there with his naked mother. He couldn’t believe that he felt her naked breasts, fingered her erect nipples, and felt her naked ass. He couldn’t believe that she wrapped her hand around his stiff prick and stroked his cock.

“Mom? I’m so glad it’s you. I can’t believe it’s you,” he said while finding comfort in groping her naked tits and fingering her erect nipples again while she clearly found comfort in continuing to slowly stroke his naked, erect prick. Pressing her naked body against his naked body, he reached out to hold her and hug her. “What’s happened,” he asked while whispering in her ear? “Why is it so dark?”

Obviously feeling better that they were reunited and were together, albeit naked, she sighed a sigh of relief that she was with her son. Interestingly enough, what they wouldn’t do in the light of day, they would freely do in the dark. Something she may not allow her son to do, she allowed him to feel her naked breasts, finger her naked nipples, and feel her naked ass. Something she may not do to her son in the light of day, she wrapped her soft, warm hand around her son’s big, erect, naked prick and stroked him.

“We lost power. The whole block is out. It’s completely dark outside. So that we don’t hurt ourselves,” she said. “We should go to bed,” she said.

Then, she said something that sexually shocked him.

“Sleep with me in my bed tonight. Too dark to find a nightgown without tripping over something and falling, I’ll sleep naked. You stay on your side and I’ll stay on my side,” she said.

With him not a fool, not allowing this sexual opportunity to pass him by, he willingly and immediately agreed to sleep with his naked mother in her bed. Yet, with a heavy sigh, he rejected her request to sleep on the other side of the bed and not touch her. He may never get another chance to hold his naked mother, cuddle his naked mother, and spoon his naked mother.

“Yes, I’ll sleep with you, Mother, but instead of staying on my side of the bed, if you don’t mind, I’d rather hold you. I’d rather cuddle you. I’d rather spoon you. So that I know you’re safe, I’d rather be close to you,” said John to his mother as his sexual excuse to fondle her tits, squeeze her ass, and finger her pussy as she slept.

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Author’s Note #3

Every day, John imagined stripping his mother naked, having incestuous sex with her, and cumming in her pussy. While masturbating himself, he imagined what she’d looked like naked. He imagined what it would feel like to touch and feel her naked body. He imaged what it would be like to have sex with his mother.

He imagined her stroking him and sucking him. He imagined cumming in his mother’s mouth. Then, as soon as she released the pressure of her lips and removed his prick from her mouth, he imagined cumming all over her pretty face, in her hair, and across her naked breasts. He imagined giving his MILF of a mother a cum bath.

If your mother is too embarrassed, too modest, and too ashamed to have sex with you, her son, try this. Especially if your mother is already sexual attracted to you, I guarantee you that this will work. Close all of the shades. Pull all of the curtains tightly together. As if you lost power, turn off all the lights. Especially after unplugging the TV, the microwave, and the coffeemaker, it’s totally dark, isn’t it?

Now, I dare you to strip yourself naked. I double dare you to remove all of your clothes. Now, have your mother do the same. Have her strip herself naked, too. You may have to convince her but if she trusts you, especially if she’s already sexually attracted to you, she’ll follow your lead. Feeling comfortable within the confines of a totally dark room, I assure you that your mother will strip herself naked.

“Mom. You must trust me. I need to try something,” said John to his mother Tina. “Call it an experiment in sexuality and in human nature.”

Unable to see him, it was too dark in the living room to see anything. Rather than argue or protest over undressing and getting naked, she did exactly what he wanted her to do. Protected by the darkness, she was seemingly as happy as she was sexually aroused to remove her clothes and strip herself naked while in the same room with her naked son.

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“What do you want me to do, John?”

Hoping that his mother would go along with him, with nothing to lose, he told her what he wanted her to do.

“You must strip yourself naked, totally naked. For this to work, you must trust me. You must remove all of your clothes. You must remove your blouse, your skirt, your bra, and your panties,” he said enjoying saying every article of his mother’s clothing that he needed her to remove.

While knowing that she was already naked, Tina laughed a naughty laugh. She gave him a look of sexual arousal that he did not see and could not see in the dark. No doubt, not hard to imagine, she wondered if they were going to have sex.

“I don’t understand,” she said playing his game as the morally modest mother. “Why do you want me to strip myself naked. What are you going to do to me when I’m naked,” she asked with sexual anticipation and trepidation?

He returned his mother’s naughty laugh with his sexually excited laugh.

“We’ll see what happens. I’m already naked, Mother,” he said taking her by her wrist and putting her soft, warm hand on his erect, naked cock.

Something she may not have done in the light of day, immediately, she wrapped her soft, warm hand around her son’s big, erect prick. She laughed.

“I’m already naked,” said Tina taking her son’s hand and putting it on her big, naked breast again.

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Surprising him, instead of pulling her hand away, she wrapped her hand tighter around his stiff prick and slowly stroked him. John couldn’t believe that his MILF of a mother was masturbating him. A sexy game that he loved playing, he was happy that his mother was willingly playing his game of mother and son sexual incest. While he fingered his mother’s naked pussy, he couldn’t believe that his mother was stroking his stiff prick harder and faster.

Not needing to be asked twice, obeying her son, his mother had already removed all of her clothes. Indeed, she was naked, totally naked. While safely hidden in the dark, seemingly, Tina liked this game. After he had moved his hand away before, she reached out and took her son by his wrist again and put his hand on her naked breast again. In the way that she felt the full length and hardness of his naked cock, he felt the firm, softness of his mother’s naked breast.

Something they’d never ordinarily do with their lights on, mother and son had sex. She allowed her son to have incestuous sex with her. Putting a towel beneath her and reclining back on the couch, she spread her shapely thighs and allowed him to finger her pussy while licking her pussy. She allowed him to masturbate her while eating her. She allowed her son to give her a sexual orgasm with his fingers and his tongue.

“John. Oh, my God, John. I’m cumming. I’m cumming, John. Don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Lick my clit faster. Rub my clit harder. I’m cumming, John. Mommy is cumming,” she said before resting back in the softness of the couch to enjoy her sexual orgasm.

Then, after enjoying the afterglow of sex, once she recovered from her son eating her, with him seated on the floor beside her, she allowed him to mount her and make slow and sweet, passionate love to her. After he made love to her, she allowed him to fuck her, really fuck her hard and fast. She allowed him to continue to pound her pussy until she had another sexual orgasm, this time from his cock.

“John. Oh, my God, John. I’m cumming. I’m cumming again. I don’t believe this. This is so unbelievable. Don’t stop fucking me. Please don’t stop. Fuck me faster. Fuck me harder. Fuck me, John, fuck me. Fuck your mother. I’m cumming, John. Mommy is cumming,” she said before resting back on the couch again to enjoy her sexual orgasm and the afterglow of sex.

Returning the sexual favor, with it still so very dark in their house, too dark to see anything, she could have been having sex with anyone other than her son. She moved halfway down the bed. It was so very dark but she didn’t need a light to know that she had her son’s erect, naked prick in her hand. She held her son’s erect cock tighter in her hand before taking his stiff prick in her mouth. Determined to make him cum in her mouth, needing to taste him, Tina stroked her son while sucking her son.

Not stopping there, she continued blowing him until he ejaculated a big load of cum in her willing mouth. She swallowed all that he gave her. Then, as soon as she removed the pressure of her lips from his big dick and removed his cock from her mouth, he ejaculated a second load of cum all over her pretty face, in her brown hair, and across her big, naked breasts. Showing her the intense, incestuous, sexual lust that he had for his mother, John gave Tina quite the cum bath.

A typical night dreaming about having sex with his mother, he had the same reoccurring dream every night. He dreamt that they lost the power. A sexy game he imagined they played, he dreamt that they felt comfortable enough with them not being able to see one another in the dark to remain naked. Continuing his sexual fantasy, he dreamt that his mother agreed to have sex with him. He dreamt of fingering and licking his mother’s pussy. He dreamt of making love to her before fucking her. He dreamt of his mother sucking his cock, cumming in her mouth, and all over her pretty face.

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My Mother’s Son

After redeployment and redeployment, with so many of my buddies wounded and dying around me, truthfully, I never thought I’d make it home alive. Yet, from the time I was 18-years-old, after 13-years being a Marine, with most of my time spent in the hot spots fighting someone else’s war in the militarized zones of Iraq and Afghanistan, I’m finally out. I’m going home. I’m finally going home to my mother.

Still on active Marine reserve duty, until they call me back to report, I’m free from active military service and slave labor. I do one drill a month and two weeks during the summer. It’s not so bad, I not only get paid but I keep my status as a Marine towards my eventual retirement and I’m away from the real fighting.

As the tattoo on my shoulder declares, Semper Fidelis, always faithful, once a Marine, I’ll always be a Marine. I’ll be a Marine until the day that I die. Highly decorated for bravery and with chest full of medals and ribbons that looked impressive when wearing my Marine Corps dress blues, I’m proud of having reached the rank of staff sergeant. If they allow me to be interred there, I hope to be buried in Alington National Cemetery one day when I die.

Thanks to God and my good luck, not even receiving a scratch or so much as a bug bite, I was finally on my way home. I was blessed to return home uninjured. Many of my buddies, especially those who were shot and/or were victims of an IED, an improvised, explosive device, and lived through it, faced emotional and psychological trauma for years. Some of them who lost limbs and were severely burned, and are still suffering in horrific pain, wished they were dead.

Yet, done taking risks with my life for the good of someone else, not pushing my luck, no longer young and dumb, I had a foreboding feeling that if I re-upped and redeployed again, I’d die. Nevertheless, wanting to keep my retirement in check, and keep my head in the game, I signed up for Marine Corps active-duty reserves. Compared to the misery that I’ve already suffered through while at war, being part of the Marine Corps reserves was a cake walk. I could do this in my sleep. I could take whatever they throw at me with no problem.

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Not having much family, my mother, my sister, and me. With my mother divorced from him years ago, my adopted Dad was no longer in the picture. It’s been like that since I was six-years-old. Much better that way, when not depending on my mother, I learned to depend on myself. Still, it would have been nice to have a father in my life.

I’ve always wished for an older brother instead of a younger sister. Hard to get along with her sometimes, I never bonded with my sister in the way that I bonded with my mother and in the way that I may have bonded with my brother, if had I had a brother. Yet, we were more than mother and son, we were friends, best friends. A day without my mother by my side is a day without sunshine, and while stationed overseas, I’ve gone too long without my sunshine in my life.

My mother was picking me up at the airport. Knowing how excited she’d be to see me; using this as her occasion to dress sexually, I knew she’d be dressed to the nines. I knew she’d have a hair done and her makeup professionally applied. No doubt, she’d be wearing her uniform of choice, my favorite outfit, a short skirt that showed off her shapely legs and a tight, low-cut, blouse that showed her abundance of sexy cleavage.

I couldn’t wait to see my mother. I hadn’t seen her in 14 long and excruciating months. Fourteen months is a long time when you’re eating dirt, ducking bullets, and praying to God that you don’t run over and IED, an incendiary, explosive device in Iraq and Afghanistan, both God forsaken places, and die.

The last place that I wanted to die was in the desert. The last thing that I wanted was to be brought home in a wooden coffin with a flag draped over my dead body. Not my preferred way to die, I wouldn’t want my body blown to bits and intermingled with someone else’s dead body pieces.

Tired of surviving on MRE’s, meals ready to eat, in a bug infested desert, I was ready to eat real food. I looked forward to my mother’s home cooking. I missed her beef stew, her home-made clam chowder, her spaghetti and meatballs, and her freshly baked, apple pie. I missed her chocolate chip cookies, too.

Interestingly enough, nothing more than a mindless sexual fantasy, with me always horny, I imagined smothering my mother’s naked body in whipped cream and with cherries on her nipples and on her pussy. I’d gladly lick the whip cream from my mother and eat the cherries from my naked mother. Better than cake, she’d make for a great dessert.

Relieved that I no longer had to lug around ninety-pounds of gear, in my ALICE pack, all purpose, lightweight, individual carrying equipment, my backpack was filled with weapons, batteries, and body armor, et al. If I don’t have to kill another giant, Camel spider, spiders the size of my fist, King Baboon Scorpions, huge and furry Tarantulas, poisonous, and Black Widow spiders, that will be okay with me. Too big to step on and get spider guts all over my boot, my preferential way of killing those monsters was shooting them or burning them alive with my torch lighter.

# # #

I was relieved that I wouldn’t be seeing my kid sister today. I was glad to save that homecoming visit for another day. Having so much to tell her, I just wanted to be alone with my mother without my sister interrupting me and taking over our conversation.

Besides, knowing that she wouldn’t be there, my sister worked for Microsoft on the other side the country in Redmond Washington. After graduating with high honors from MIT, the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, she’s making a lot of money working with computers, something that she loved doing. Don’t get me wrong. I love my sister. I really do. I just needed to talk to my mother in private. After not having seen my mother in so long, I needed to be alone with her.

Actually, glad that my sister wasn’t there to interfere with my reunion with my mother, I missed my mother more than I missed my sister. I needed to talk to her without my sister interfering. Taking a giant leap of faith, while curious how she’d react to me confessing my sexual attraction to her, I needed to finally and openly confess my sexual feelings for her. Hoping beyond hope, hoping we’d return home and have sex, I hoped my mother was as sexually attracted to me as I was sexually attracted to her.

Even though I’ve never done anything sexually forbidden with my mother, other than a few sexually inappropriate photos and sexually inappropriate emails, I’ve been having sexual thoughts for my mother that made me feel guilty, ashamed, and embarrassed. I’ve been having reoccurring dreams of us naked and sleeping in the same bed together. More than just idle thoughts, wanting to clear my mind, I swore that if I made it home alive that I’d tell my mother how I sexual felt about her. Hoping she’d want to have sex with me, I’d tell her that I wanted to have sex with her.

Starting long ago, my sexual attraction to my mother always started out with me being horny. Whenever I was sexually frustrated, my thoughts moved to thinking about my mother naked and having sex with me. Always wondering what she was wearing, I wondered what she looked like in her sexy, bikini panties and in her low-cut bra. I wondered what she looked like topless. I wondered what she looked like naked. I wondered what it would be like to have sex with my mother.

Something that I couldn’t believe she agreed to do, my sexual attraction to my mother grew when I continually asked her and finally persuaded her to send me sexy photos of her shapely body. Starting out innocently, she sent me photos of her wearing a short skirt and a low-cut blouse. My mother has long, shapely legs and a long line of sexy cleavage.

Yet, surprising me, she unexpectedly sent me a photo of her fixing her shoe with her knees parted just enough for me to see an upskirt peek her panty clad crotch. Making me want to finger and lick her pussy, I continually masturbated over seeing an upskirt peek of her sheer, white panties, her pussy mound, her camel toe, her pussy slit, and her dark patch of pubic hair. Then, with her leaning forward, she sent me an accompanying down-blouse photo of her long, line of sexy cleavage and her revealing, low-cut bra.

Having never seen anything of my mother before, it was so sexy to see my mother’s sheer, white panties, her long line of sexy cleavage, and her low-cut, revealing bra now. I masturbated over those photos for months. For her to send me those photos, I wondered if she was as sexually attracted to me as much as I was sexually attracted to her. I wondered if she enjoyed sexually teasing me by exposing her panties and her bra to me. I wondered if she masturbated herself while imagining me looking at her sexy photos, masturbating myself, and cumming.

# # #

Escalating my sexual lust for my mother, knowing full well that I’d be masturbating over these photos, sexually teasing me, she sent me multiple photos of her in her short, sheer, low-cut and sexually revealing nightgowns. With those sexy nightgowns revealing as much of her sexy and shapely naked body that I hoped to see, I didn’t have to imagine much to imagine what she’d look like naked. When that wasn’t enough, seeing plenty enough of my mother’s body for me to imagine the rest, she sent me photos of her in her low-cut bra and bikini panties.

Then, sexually shocking me, after having one too many glasses of wine, so she wrote, pretending that it was unintentional and apologizing profusely, she sent me a photo of her topless and another photo of her naked. I couldn’t believe it. I was finally seeing my mother topless. I was finally seeing my mother naked.

‘Oh, my God,’ I thought while staring at my mother’s topless and naked photos. ‘My mother is topless. I’m finally seeing her big, naked breasts and erect nipples. My mother is naked. I’m finally seeing her brown, trimmed pussy, and her shapely, naked ass. I can’t believe my mother sent me such sexually revealing photos.’

Thinking that we were all going to die anyway, I showed my buddies the photo of my mother flashing her panties and bra. I showed them the photo of my mother dressed in only her bra and panties. I showed them the photo of my mother topless. I showed them the photo of my mother’s naked tits. Proud of my mother’s beautiful body, I showed them the photo of my mother naked. I showed them my mother’s shapely ass and her brown, trimmed pussy. No doubt, they’d all be masturbating over my MILF of a mother.

“This is your mother,” said one of my buddies not believing that Tina was my mother. “She looks too young to be your mother.”

He passed around the photos of my topless and naked mother.

“I wish I had a mother who looked like her. She’s hot,” said another one of my buddies.

They nearly burned holes in the photos staring at them.

“I wish I had a mother who sent me photos of her big, naked tits, her shapely ass, and her trimmed, naked pussy,” said another one of my buddies.

They continued passing around her photos and asked to see them again and again.

“You’re a lucky son to have a mother who looks like her,” said another one of my buddies.

I shared my naked photos of my mother with all of my buddies and they shared their naked photos of their wives and girlfriends with me.

“Have you had sex with your mother,” asked one of my buddies?

He looked from the photo to look up at me.

“If she was my mother, I’d have sex with her,” he said. “I’d tap that ass.”

I gave him a hopeful look.

“No. Not yet,” I said. “With her opening the door by sending me such revealing photos, I plan on telling her how I sexually feel about her when I get home.”

# # #

Whenever alone with my thoughts, I stared at my mother’s naked photos while masturbating myself. I couldn’t believe my eyes. I stared at my mother’s big, D cup, naked breasts, her pink erect nipples, and her symmetrical, brown areolas. I stared at her brown, trimmed pubic hair. I stared at her pussy mound, her camel toe, and her pussy slit. I stared at all that I could see of her pussy and her shapely, naked ass. A great morale builder, I masturbated over those two photos every night and every morning.

Too many times to count, I found comfort in masturbating over my mother’s semi-naked, topless, and naked photos especially during those dark and dismal times when I thought I was going to die. I masturbated over my mother while imagining kissing her, French kissing her, and feeling her through her clothes. I masturbated over her while imagining stripping her naked and having incestuous sex with her. I imagined making slow and sweet love to mother before fucking her hard and fast.

I masturbated over the thoughts of my mother wrapping her warm and soft hand around my big and hard prick. I masturbated over my imagined thoughts of my mother blowing me. While stroking my cock faster and harder, I imagined her giving me oral sex. I masturbated over the imagined image of her sucking my cock while I fondled her naked breasts. I masturbated of me cumming in her mouth, all over her face, in her lush, brown hair, and across her naked breasts. I masturbated over the imagined thought of me giving my mother a cum bath.

I masturbated so very many times over imagining seeing my mother in her sexy bra and panties, in her sheer nightgowns, and topless and naked. I routinely masturbated over imagining having sex with my mother. I masturbated over imagining her blowing me and cumming in her mouth. I masturbated over feeling her naked breasts, squeezing her naked breasts, and pulling, turning, and twisting her erect nipples.

Now, I needed to know what it would really feel like to see her naked. I needed to know what it would feel like to touch, feel, fondle, and grope her naked body everywhere a son should never touch, feel, fondle, and grope his naked mother. I needed to know what it would feel like to have sex with her naked body. I needed to know if my mother would dare to have sex with me or not.

Once I’m home, I imagined my mother sexually teasing me by leaving her bedroom door open as she dressed and undressed. I imagined her allowing me to see her topless and naked. After taking a bath or a shower, I imagined her walking around the house in just a towel that suddenly dropped at the most inopportune time. I imagined blow drying her hair while topless and with the bathroom door wide open.

I imagined walking around the house wearing just a t-shirt and my pajama bottoms without underwear. I imagined my erect, naked prick making a surprise appearance from my pee hole while serving my mother coffee. I imagined her staring at my exposed cock in the way that I stared at her exposed breasts.

I imagined my mother barging in my bedroom without knocking and catching me masturbating myself. With my eyes closed while wearing headphones, I imagined my mother staying to watch me cum. I imagined her raising the hem of her nightgown to her waist and removing her naked breasts from the top of her nightgown to masturbate herself to me masturbating myself.

With her so happy to see me, with a gentle persuasion from me with a hand to her shoulder, I imagined my mother moving to her knees and sucking my cock. I imagined my mother allowing me to cum in her mouth, all over her pretty face, in her hair, and across her naked breasts, too. While she stared up at me with her big, brown eyes, I imagined watching my mother swallowing my cum.

Intent on telling my mother how I sexually felt about her, with nothing to lose and everything to gain, I wondered how she’d react. Wondering if she’d welcome my sexual advances, I wondered if she’d reject me or invite me to sleep with her in her bed and have sex with me. I hoped my mother would give me forbidden, incestuous sex. I’d love to sleep with my mother in her bed. At the very least, with me wearing pajama bottoms without underwear and her wearing a sexy nightgown, I’d love to hold her, cuddle her, and spoon her.

Then, as soon as she fell asleep, I imagined lifting the back of her nightgown to her waist to touch and feel her naked ass in the dark. I imagined removing my erect, naked cock from my pajama bottoms and rubbing my naked prick against my mother’s naked ass. As she slept, I imagined reaching around her to feel her big tits through her nightgown while pulling, turning, and twisting her erect nipples. Giving her a sexy, sexual dream to remember, I imagined sliding my erect prick inside of her wet pussy and fucking my mother in her sleep.

# # #

With her so happy to see me, with her grateful that I arrived home safe, sound, and alive, would she encourage me to have sex with her or would she reject my sexual advances? That was my unanswered question. That was the one thing that I needed to know. Was my mother as sexually attracted to me as I was clearly sexually attracted to her. After sending one another hot and steamy, sexy letters, I’d love nothing more than to do all of the things that we wrote in those letters. I’d love to have sex with my mother.

Tempted to send my mother a naked photo of my erect, naked cock, I controlled myself from embarrassing myself and embarrassing her. Needing the mother and son sex between us to be consensually willing, the last thing that I wanted to do was to pressure her to have incestuous sex with me. Then, one day when things were at their lowest and when I thought that I wouldn’t survive another day, I sent my mother a photo of my naked, erect prick.

Not stopping there, hoping that I didn’t embarrass my mother but sexually aroused her, I sent a video of me masturbating and cumming. I told her in the video that I was masturbating while imagining her naked and having sex with me. I told her, wishing that I could cum in her mouth and in her pussy, that I was cumming for her.

“This may be my last contact with you, Mother. I’m masturbating over imagining you naked and you having sex with me, Mother. I’m masturbating over you blowing me. I’m masturbating over cumming in your mouth. I’m masturbating over you making love to me before fucking me. After masturbating over imagining cumming in your mouth, I’m masturbating over cumming in your pussy after fucking you, too,” I said in the video.

# # #

I wondered if she’d looked at my naked prick and/or stare at my naked prick. In the way that I masturbated over her topless and naked photos, I wondered if she masturbated over seeing my naked prick, masturbating myself, and cumming. I wondered if she thought what it would be like to stroke me. I wondered if she thought what it would be like to suck me and for me to cum in her mouth. I wondered if she thought what it would be like to fuck me, give her a sexual orgasm with my cock, and cum in her pussy.

“My God, John, you have such a huge prick. Your cock is much bigger than your father’s cock. Your prick is the biggest prick I’ve ever seen. I don’t know if I could fit my hand and/or my lips around it, but I’d love to try,” she wrote. “I’m unembarrassed and unashamed to say this but, in the way that you love my big tits, I love your big prick.”

Then, she told me what she was thinking.

“Not that I didn’t appreciate it, but what possessed you to send me, your mother, a photo of your naked, erect cock? I must confess, in the way that you, no doubt, masturbated over my photos of me topless and naked, I’m unembarrassed and unashamed to admit that I masturbated over seeing your naked prick,” she wrote. “I masturbated over imagining holding and stroking your naked in my hand. I masturbated over imagining taking your big prick in my mouth. I masturbated over you burying your cock in my pussy.

With us both now on the same page, I couldn’t believe all that my mother confessed. Shocked as much as I was sexually excited, I couldn’t believe that my mother masturbated over me in the way that I masturbated over her.

“To be honest, while hoping you don’t think me a whore, an incestuous whore, I’d love to stroke your erect, naked prick in my hand, suck your erect, naked prick in my mouth, and have you cum in my mouth. I’d love to fuck your erect, naked prick and have you cum in my pussy,” she wrote.

As if she had lost her mind and given herself to incest, I couldn’t believe all that my mother wrote. Yet, writing me pornographic letters when I was overseas and thousands of miles away from her while thinking that I was going to die and she’d never see me again was one thing. The question was, should I survive my military ordeal, would she actually go through with all that she wrote and have incestuous sex with me?

‘My mother masturbated over seeing my naked prick. I don’t believe it,’ I thought. ‘She’d love to stroke my erect, naked prick in her hand. She’d love to suck my erect, naked prick in her mouth. She’d love for me to cum in her mouth. She’d love to fuck my erect, naked prick and cum in her pussy. She’d love to have sex with me. My MILF of a mother finally confessed her sexual attraction to me.’

“I’m embarrassed to confess what I was thinking when staring at your naked photo while masturbating myself,” she wrote. “If you were here with me now, I’d have no control over what I’d sexually do to you. At the very least, I’d suck your cock and allow you to cum in my mouth, all over my face, and across my naked breasts. Then, I’d allow you to make love to me and fuck me.”

# # #

As I exited the airport, I immediately spotted my son on the runway ramp. He looked so handsome in his Marine Corps uniform. As if he was the only man there, my eyes were fixated on him. Smiling ear to ear with me as excited to see him as he was excited to see me, I couldn’t wait to hug him. I couldn’t wrap my arms around him. I couldn’t wait to hold him in my arms while kissing him on his cheek and his forehead.

Only, surprising myself, not knowing what came over me, as soon as I wrapped my arms around him and pulled him close to give him a full, body to body hug, I kissed him. As if I was his wife, his girlfriend, or his lover, instead of his mother, unable to stop myself, having no control over my emotions, bad enough that I gave him a full body hug, I kissed him. I kissed my son in the way that a mother should never kiss her son.

A romantic kiss, I kissed him squarely and fully on the lips. Something I’ve never done before; surprising myself, I couldn’t believe that I kissed my son like that on his lips. Then, not stopping there, daring myself to do so, taking the sexual chance that he’d push my tongue out of his mouth with his tongue and push me away, I parted his lips with my tongue.

Not even thinking that there was anything wrong with kissing my son, I French kissed him. If that wasn’t sexually exciting enough that I French kissed my son, I couldn’t believe it when he returned my French kiss with his deep, wet kiss. Immediately, right there in the airport, we were making out. Glad that the crowd had dissipated, we found ourselves alone in the terminal.

I was French kissing my son while he returned my French kisses with his deep wet kisses. Only, under his sexual spell and a slave to his lustful desires, I wanted him to touch me. I needed him to touch me. I wanted him to feel me everywhere through my clothes.

If he wasn’t going to touch me, then I’d touch him. Again, daring myself to take sexual liberties with my son’s sexy, hard body, I allowed my hand to fall to his ass. Something I never did before but always wanted to do and dreamt of doing, especially after writing and reading our sexually inappropriate, steamy emails, I touched, felt, fondled, and groped my son’s firm ass through his clothes.

If that wasn’t sexually exciting enough that I was making out with my son, I couldn’t believe he not only allowed me to French kiss him but also, he allowed me to feel his fully clothe buttocks. Then, going for broke, while still French kissing him, double daring myself to do so, I moved my right hand to the front of him and felt his growing erection through his pants. Confessing all that I sexually wanted to do to him, I couldn’t believe that I felt my son’s cock, albeit through his clothes.

As soon as I touched and felt his cock, his big prick throbbed and pulsated with the touch of my hand. Clearly, he was as sexually excited as I was sexually aroused. Tempted to unzip him right there at the airport, I was tempted to move to my knees, pull out his prick, and stick it in my mouth. While he unbuttoned my blouse and removed my breasts from my bra, I was tempted to blow my son and allow him to cum in my mouth.

Surprising me and sexually exciting me, when I reached my soft and warm hand to feel his throbbing erection through his pants, he reached beneath the front of my short skirt with his horny hand. Swooning when he touched the front of my bikini panties, I thought I was going to faint. Something that I always wanted him to do; he was finally doing now.

# # #

He cupped and fingered my pussy mound through my panties. I couldn’t believe that my son was cupping and fingering my pussy mound through my panties. The warmth of his strong hand sent chills through my entire body. My pussy was already soaking wet with sexual desire for him.

Then, sliding a slow finger along my pussy slit, he fingered me through my panties. My son was fingering my pussy through my panties right there at the airport terminal. I couldn’t believe that my son was fingering my pussy through my panties. He was masturbating me through my panties.

Not stopping there, something that I never expected him to do, he stuck his horny hand inside of my panties. Already so very wet, he fingered my clit. Then, a bold move that I was happy that he made, he fingerfucked my pussy. Rubbing my clit faster and harder while fingerfucking my pussy deeper, something that I never imagined him doing, my son was masturbating me in the way that I couldn’t wait to masturbate him.

‘Oh, my God,’ I thought. ‘I can’t believe John is rubbing my clit. I can’t believe he’s fingerfucking my pussy. I can’t believe he’s masturbating me, his own mother.’

“Get a room,” said a someone passing by.

With plenty of hotel rooms surrounding the airport, a good way to be alone with my son without distractions, I thought of getting a room with him. I couldn’t count how many times I masturbated over sleeping in the same bed with my son. I thought of making love to him before fucking him.

I thought about stroking his prick while sucking his prick. I thought about him fingering my pussy while licking my pussy. I imagined him feeling, fondling, and groping my naked breasts while pulling, turning, and twisting my erect nipples. I thought about making slow and sweet love to my son before fucking him hard and faster enough for him to give me a sexual orgasm with his stiff prick.

# # #

Once home, I started cooking supper. I needed to fatten him up. He was too thin.

We split a bottle of wine at dinner and he opened a second bottle when we finished the first bottle. Again, daring myself to do so, I excused myself to put on something more comfortable and he excused himself to put on his pajama bottoms. Instead of wearing a flannel nightgown or pajamas, I put on a short, sheer, and sexy, nearly see-through nightgown.

Having already looked at myself in my full-length mirror, I knew that he could clearly see the size and the shape of my big, naked breasts through my sheer nightgown. When staring long and hard enough, I knew he could see my nipples and my trimmed patch of brown pubic hair through my sheer nightgown. Then, when I turned the other way and leaned at the waist to fuss with the TV, I knew that he could clearly see that shape and the size of my naked ass.

Normally, I only needed two glasses of wine to make me feel good. Yet, I need third glass of wine to make me want to sexually seduce my son and a four glass of wine for me to actually go through with it. Having never worn this nightgown before, buying it especially for my son, I felt so wickedly sexy wearing it.

When I flopped down beside him, having practiced this move previously, the hem of my nightgown nearly raised up to my crotch. Another two inches higher and he’d be seeing my naked pussy. Not smoothing it down, I allowed my nightgown to stay like that. I even raised it another inch. I was hoping that my son would reach his hand beneath my nightgown to finger my pussy in the way that he reached beneath my skirt, stuck his hand in my panties, and masturbated me at the airport.

When he moved his arm around my shoulder, I cuddled against him. I put my hand on his chest before moving it down his stomach. Hoping he’d move my hand to his pajama clad cock; I deliberately left my other hand on his thigh and only inches away from his pajama clad prick. I couldn’t wait to touch him again. I couldn’t wait to stroke him. I couldn’t wait to suck him. I couldn’t wait to make love to him. I couldn’t wait to fuck him.

# # #

“Mother,” he said with a troubled look on his face.

I’ve seen this look before. I saw the look on his father’s face when he asked me to marry him. I saw the look on his father’s face again when I told him that I was pregnant with his son. I saw the same look on his father’s face when he wanted and needed sex. Yet, this time, it was my son looking at me in the way that his father used to look at me. As if I could read his mind, he didn’t have to ask me the question. I knew what he wanted.

“Don’t ask it,” I said putting my manicured finger to his lips. “I know what you’re going to ask me and my answer is yes,” I said. “It’s been a long day. Let’s go to bed,” I said taking him by his hand and pulling him along behind me.

As soon as I entered my bedroom, I turned on my bedroom light. I wanted to see my son naked and I wanted him to see me naked, too. Leaving my bedroom light on, as if I was a stripper on stage seducing an audience member, I slowly and sexily removed my nightgown as he watched. Then, as if they were on fire, he quickly removed his pajama bottoms.

Finally naked, we were both naked. Pressing our naked bodies together, I hugged him and he hugged me. I reached down and squeezed his firm ass before reaching around him to wrap my hand around his erect cock. He reached up to fondle my naked breasts and finger my nipples. Then, we climbed in bed and turned off the light. For the first time, I slept with my son and he slept with his mother. For the first time, we had incestuous sex.