Part Thirteen: "Sometimes when masturbating...I think of you."
Finally! Forget about Jennifer Nettles, he said what she wanted and needed to hear him say. He thinks about her when masturbating. She couldn't believe it. In the way she thinks about him when masturbating, he thinks of her.
Only what does he think about when thinking about her while masturbating? In the way that he stares at and is obviously so enamored with her breasts, does he think of her topless? Does he imagine her naked? Does he imagine touching and feeling her naked body? Does he sexually fantasize about having sex with her when stroking his cock? Does he imagine making love to his mother when he wants and needs to cum? Does he imagine her stroking him before sucking him and before cumming in her willing mouth?
"Me? Really? You think about me? Your mother?"
Wanting to jump his bones right then and there, instead she acted so surprised while playing miss innocent, a spider trapping a fly in her web, she had him now. She paused to look at him and to give him her best motherly smile.
"I do," he said as if they were standing at the altar and he just agreed to marry her.
As if she was Lily Tomlin sticking a finger inside of her cleavage, she stuck her finger down her cleavage while following his eyes. No doubt he wished it was his finger or his cock stuck in her cleavage between her breasts. Continuing to sexually tease him, she looked at him while he stared at her finger buried between her tits.
"Now that you've piqued my curiosity, you must tell me more," she said squirming in her seat while jumping all over his newly revealed sexual interest in her.
After confessing his secret, sexual desire for her, if only he'd get up from the table, she'd love to see how big and how hard his love barometer is. In the way that she was wet and her nipples were erect and hard in anticipation to them being fingered and sucked, she suspected that he had an enormous erection. Wishing she could, she'd love to take him in her hand before taking him in her mouth and ultimately burying his cock deep within her pussy. Ready for him to make more of a sexual move, she wished he'd lean across the table to stick his horny hand down her open nightgown top. If only he'd touch her, she'd allow him to feel her breasts and fondle her breasts while fingering her nipples. If only he'd touch her where no son should ever touch and feel his mother, she'd touch and feel her son.
"Okay," he said turning red.
Obviously getting him to talk about something so incestuous was as if pulling teeth. Careful what to say next, she didn't want to spook him and stop him from talking about what he thinks of her when masturbating himself.
"Tell me," she said. "What do you think about when you think of me while masturbating yourself?"
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Ready for sex, she was glad she showered. She was glad she put on makeup and fixed her hair. Ready for him to sniff her while licking her, she was glad she dabbed perfume on all of her pulse points. She was glad that she was sitting there looking younger instead of older. Hoping he'd think her more sexually desirable, she was ready for her son to take her sexually.
With her son showering last night, she was glad he was ready for sex too. Maybe if things worked out between them, with one thing leading to another, maybe they could even shower together one day. She'd like that. She'd like to be naked in the shower with her son.
While touching her and feeling her in all the places she imagined him touching her and feeling her, she'd love for him to lather her naked body before she lathers his naked body. After they rinsed, she'd love for him to push her up against the wet tile, shower wall, lift her legs over his hips, and fuck her, really fuck her. Pounding her pussy, she imagined him turning her around and bending her over to take her from behind. As if they were husband and wife on their Honeymoon instead of mother and son, she'd love for him to fuck her doggie style while the warm water from the shower cascaded down upon them.
Not having to take the time later, in the way he was looking at her, he made her feel so sexy. He made her feel so wanted. Now she was glad that she put her makeup on, fixed her hair, and dabbed on some perfume before coming down to the kitchen, something she never does before breakfast, unless she's going out early for a doctor's appointment.
Knowing that he was seeing more of her than he's ever seen of her before, she was glad she wore her sexiest and sheerest nightgown. With her entire cleavage on display and her breasts spilling out of her nightgown top, it wouldn't take very much for his fingers to coax out her big tits. In the way he continued staring at her cleavage, she could tell that he liked her tits. She looked at him with her big, green eyes that always appeared tired before but looked pretty now.
Sexually awakening her, by his lustful stare, he gave her a reason to get up in the morning and get washed and dressed in the morning. Glad that depressing part of her life was over, she was glad that she no longer had to get up early every morning to go to work after retiring from the Post Office with a back injury. She was glad that she could be home with him. Glad that he wasn't staying out late drinking, she was glad that he had forsaken his friends to be with her. Giving her his full, undivided attention, she was glad he hasn't brought home a woman for sex. She'd be so jealous if he did.
After she caught him masturbating and cumming, with her feeling sexually alive again, she never would have showered and fixed her makeup and hair so very early in the morning. Hoping to get him in bed, so ready to be licked and to get laid, she'd give him sexual pleasure in the way she's never given her husband before and in the way that his ex-wife never did. Everything seemed dependent on his willingness to reveal himself and on the openness of their sexual conversation about masturbation. Instead of thinking of her as his tired, uninteresting, 54-year-old mother, she was hoping he'd think her more as his older girlfriend, his sexy cougar.
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"Sometimes I wonder what you look like naked," he said fidgeting with the handle of his coffee. Suddenly looking afraid, he paused before continuing. "Sometimes I wonder what it would be like to have sex with you," he said pausing for a sip of coffee as if his coffee was whiskey before gulping out what he said next. "Sometimes I wonder what it would feel like to be inside of you," he said looking at her as if he had confessed something so forbiddeningly inappropriate.
If his mother didn't share his thoughts and his lust what he just confessed would indeed be so forbiddingly inappropriate. She quivered with the imagined sensation of his cock inside of her pussy. She quivered with the imagined thoughts of him making passionate love to her before fucking her. There's only one way to find that out, she wanted to say but controlling herself from revealing too much of herself too soon, she didn't.
"Oh my," she said opening and closing the top of her nightgown really fast. "Either I'm having a hot flash or it's getting hot in her," she said with a laugh.
Hoping to remove some of the obvious stress he was feeling by making light of what he was saying, she was hoping to continue him to confess his sexual feelings more. If only he knew he had confessed something so sexually exciting to her because sometimes she wonders what it would feel like to have his cock buried inside of her too.
"Sometimes I wonder what sounds you make when cumming and when having an orgasm," he said pausing before continuing. "Other times I just wonder what you look like topless and/or naked."
