Show time. With Jennifer drinking a little too much wine, Michael makes a move on his mother while watching a movie. Actually, Jennifer is the one who makes a move on her son.
Continued from Chapter 2:
Instead of covering himself, he continued masturbating himself. Stroking himself faster, he stroked himself harder. His mother stared at him as if seeing his cock for the first time. In the way she stared at his erect cock and never removed her eyes from his erect cock made him even more sexually excited. He only wished she'd reach out and touch his prick and feel his prick in the way he so wanted to reach out to feel her tits and finger her nipples. He watched the impressions of her big nipples erect themselves through her thin, sheer nightgown.
'Oh, my God, he loved his mother's tits,' he thought.
As if giving her the cue, whenever he was getting ready to cum, he leaned his head back upon his pillow and stared at his mother. As soon as he gave his mother the cue that he was ready to cum, such a bizarre sequence of events, she grabbed some tissues from his nightstand and sat beside him on his bed. Stroking himself faster and harder while staring at his mother, he ejaculated his load of cum all over his chest, his stomach, his hand, and his penis.
Instead of ejaculating all over himself, he wished he could ejaculate all over his mother. He wished he could ejaculate all over her hand, her tits, and her face. He wished he could give his mother a cum bath. He wished he could ejaculate in his mother's mouth.
As if she was his personal masturbation nurse instead of his mother, his personal cum slut, she wiped the cum from his chest and from his stomach with a handful of tissues. Then, she wiped the cum from his cock and his hand before dabbing the head of his prick with her cum filled tissues. With her sitting there beside him and staring down lovingly as his erection, he so wanted to put her hand on his cock for her to give him a hand job. He so wanted to put a heavy hand to the back of her head and push his mother's head down on his throbbing prick for her to give him a blowjob.
While he imagined her sucking his cock, he so wanted to feel her breasts and finger her nipples through her nightgown before stripping her naked. He so wanted to cum in his mother's mouth. Only, even though what they were doing was incestuous, the fear of crossing the line of incest was what stopped him from having sex with his mother. With her flashing him and with him flashing her and masturbating for her is one thing, but actually crossing the incestuous line by having sex with his mother was something else entirely. Even though he so wanted to have sex with her sexy, shapely MILF of a body, he just couldn't bring himself to cross that line.
'Oh, my God, I so wish I could put her hand on my cock before forcing her mouth down on my cock,' he thought silently to himself. "I so wish my mother would stroke me before blowing me. I'd love nothing more than to cum in her mouth while watching her swallowing my cum.'
Instead, reluctantly, he got up to use his bathroom. When he came out naked, she was still there while watching him put on his underwear, his jeans, and his tee shirt. He wished he could see his mother naked in the way she was seeing him naked. He wished he could watch his mother get dressed in the way she watched him get dressed every morning. He wished his mother would strip herself naked and take a shower with him after breakfast. Only, this repeat, incestuous show of exhibitionism and voyeurism was over until the next time tomorrow.
Chapter 3:
This was it. This was finally it. After four years of exposing himself to his mother, masturbating in front of his mother, and cumming for his mother while allowing her to spank his naked ass with her wooden paddle and wipe his cum from his naked body, he wanted more. Tired of being sexually frustrated, he wanted to have sex with his mother. In the way he wanted his mother to touch and to feel his naked body, he wanted to touch and to feel her naked body too.
With his mother immodestly, immorally, and incestuously walking around him in her short, sheer, low cut, sexy nightgowns, he wanted to do more than just look and masturbate over all that he was seeing and all that she was showing. Even though what they were doing was as incestuous as it was sexually exciting, it was not as sexually satisfying as having deep, penetrating incestuous sex with his mother would be. With his mother constantly and continually giving him down blouse peeks of her bra and cleavage and down nightgown views of her naked tits, he wanted to touch her breasts and feel her breasts while fingering her nipples. With his mother constantly and continually giving him up skirt peeks of her panties in up skirt views and her naked pussy in up nightgown views, he wanted to rub her clit and finger her pussy.
How much more teasing could he take? He wanted more than just teasing. He wanted sex, incestuous sex. After four years of her sexually teasing him and four years of him incestuously lusting over her, tonight was the night he'd make his move. Tonight was the night he'd finally touch her, feel her, and solicit his mother for sex.
He bought her a bottle of her favorite wine and bought two of her favorite movies, Spanking the Monkey and The Secretary. Usually it was the average perverted man and not the average motherly woman who liked those type of sexually titillating movies but his mother was no average woman. She was an exhibitionist and voyeur. She was a cock and cum slut. She was an incestuous whore but she was his whore.
With him having watched both movies a couple of times, enough for him, his mother had watched those movies a dozen times. Finding them so very erotic, she loved both movies. In what she paid out in rental fees, she could have bought the movies 10 times over. Now that he bought her the movies, she owned them and could watch them however many times and whenever she wanted to watch them.
Whenever he thought of his mother watching those movies, especially in the privacy of her bedroom, he wondered if his mother masturbated over those movies in the way that he masturbated over his mother. Imagining her fingering her nipples with one hand and fingering her pussy with her other hand, he wondered which scenes were her favorite scenes and why. Obviously only thinking about this own sexual wants, needs, and feelings, he had been oblivious to his mother's sexual wants, needs, and feelings. Now that he knew she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her, he was paying attention. Now that his mother showed her incestuous lust for him, he was going to make her his woman.
As if she hit him over the head with a baseball bat for him to finally get it, instead of paddling his naked ass with her paddle, he finally got it. With the apple not falling far from the tree, much as he obviously did with him masturbating so very many times, his mother obviously liked sex, perversely perverted sex and incestuous sex. Just as he was a sexual man, obviously, his mother was a sexual woman. As she did when watching Spanking the Monkey, she liked watching movies with mother and son sex. As she did when watching The Secretary, she liked watching movies that had male domination and female humiliation. Putting two and two together, in the way she humiliated him by spanking him, maybe his mother not only wanted to have incestuous sex but also wanted him to humiliate her while having sex.
