Mom & Son's Valentine's Day Sex

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There are no characters under the age of 18-years-old in this story.

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Mother and son finally have incestuous sex.

Now that Michael was in his mother's bed and sleeping with his mother, Kimberly, he was ready to leave his mother's bed for his bed. With her still not giving him want he wanted, incestuous sex, he was ready to leave her bedroom for his bedroom. It was one thing to ask his mother for a hand job or a blowjob, but it was even more perversely perverted to ask to give her a cum bath. Obviously to him now, just as he'd never have incestuous with his mother, she'd never have incestuous sex with him.

With her hand holding his prick and her fingers wrapped tightly around his erection while slowly stroking him, he came close to having sex with his mother. Unless she was just teasing him, his mother seemed ready to give him a hand job, a blowjob, and even allow him to give her a cum bath. Yet, teasing him with her words and giving him sexual pillow talk, all she did was to talk a good game.

Even though he wanted to have sex with his mother, he didn't want their relationship to be only about sex. He hoped for more than that. He wanted to be her long-term lover in addition to being her son. He wanted to live with his mother as man and woman, boyfriend and girlfriend, or husband and wife. He didn't want just one hand job and blowjob, he wanted dozens of them, perhaps even hundreds of them. He sexually and romantically wanted his mother in the way that no son should want their mother.

'I love you, Mom,' he thought when looking at his mother.

She was so beautiful. She was so sexy. She was all that he'd ever want in a woman.

"Oh, Michael, don't be so naïve." She rolled her eyes again and sighed before letting out a laugh. "What's the big deal? It's just sex. You're making too much out of a hand job. It's just a hand job. You're making too much out of a blowjob. It's just a blowjob," she said with a shrug as if masturbating him or sucking her son was no big deal to her.

She gave him another sexy smile. As if he was in pain and was suffering, he returned her smile with a look of hurt. She wasn't getting it. She didn't understand. He wanted her to be more than just his mother giving him incestuous sex. He wanted his mother to be his lover, his girlfriend, his significant other, or even his wife. Willing to find a Justice of the Peace today, Valentine's Day, he'd definitely marry his mother if she agreed to them living together as husband and wife.

"What's the big deal? I'll tell you what the big deal is. It's incestuous sex. Incestuous sex is a much forbidden as it is illegal," he said in a soft voice. "Instead of accepting it and embracing it, you make it sound dirty by hiding it. When I want to tell the world that we're lovers. No one knows that we're mother and son or needs to know that we're mother and son. With you looking younger and me looking older, we could easily pass as husband and wife," he said.

She laughed again.

"You're making too big of a deal of this, Michael," she said. "No one knows what we do behind closed bedroom doors. We don't have to tell everyone that we're having sex," she said with a sigh. "I had a sexual life before you came along and after you were born," she said with a little laugh while slowly stroking his erection. She looked down at her hand holding his erection before she looked back up at him. "Are you okay with me holding you, touching, and stroking you in this sexual way or would you rather that I stop masturbating you?"

Not waiting for him to answer, she continued fingering the head of his cock while stroking him a little faster. Teasing him with her gentle, motherly touches, she had sexually excited him even more by not only allowing him to give her sexual pillow talk but also by returning his sexual pillow talk. When she continued sexually exciting him by stroking his prick, instantly erecting them, he ran his slow fingers over her nipples. Then, as if goading him to answer her affirmatively, she reached down to cup his testicles in the palm of her hand.

'Oh, my God,' he thought when his mother cupped his balls. 'I can't believe she just did that. That felt so good. Always imagining my mother giving me a hand job, I never imagined her gently cupping my balls in her warm and soft, motherly hand.'

"Mom," he said, which was all that he could say.

He was confused as much as he was sexually frustrated. Obviously with his mother not understanding and even underestimating how he felt about her romantically as well as sexually, she laughed at his confusion and sexual frustration. If only she knew he'd marry her if he could, he wondered what she'd say. Maybe he should buy her a ring, get down on one knee, and propose. Surely, there must be some other son who had, but he wondered how many sons married their mothers.

'What? Marry me? You want to marry me,' he thought while imagining his mother looking at him with shock and staring at him as if he was crazy to want to marry her.

Indeed, if he was crazy, he was in crazy love with his mother. If he was crazy, he wanted to be crazy with his mother by his side. There was no other woman that he wanted to be with emotionally, physically, and sexily. As far as he was concerned, his mother was the only woman for him.

"Don't call me Mom when I'm cupping your balls in my hand," she said with another laugh while squeezing his balls a little harder. "Call me Kimberly."

He looked at her looking at him. She was right. From this moment forward, she was no longer his mother. She was Kimberly or Kim, his lover. With them both in bed naked while touching and feeling one another's naked bodies, it was ridiculous for him to call her Mom or Mother.

"That feels so good what you're doing, Kimberly," he said. "And to answer your question, yes, I'm okay with what you're doing," he said in a sexually excited whisper. "Even though I've always fantasized about imagining you naked and having sex with your naked body while masturbating, I never thought you'd be holding, fondling, and stroking my cock in your hand."

Only, he wished instead of her only holding him, fondling him, and slowly stroking him that she'd stroke him faster and harder. Horny before and with his mother making him even hornier now, he wished she'd give him a motherly hand job instead of just sexually teasing him. He needed to cum and he wanted his mother to make him cum.

Taking whatever this was a step further, he wished she'd give him a motherly hand job and blowjob in the way that she gave his father a wifely hand job and a wifely blowjob. Now that he knew what it felt like to feel his cock in his mother's hand, he wanted to know what it felt like to feel his cock in his mother's mouth, and in his mother's pussy. He'd love to cum in his mother's mouth and pussy, just as he'd love to give his mother a sexual orgasm with his cock.

"I promise not to stroke you too hard and too fast, that is unless you want me to stroke you harder and faster," she said with a sexy laugh. They looked at one another through the dim light of her nightlight lit bedroom. "Okay?"

As if reading his mind, she said what he was thinking again.

'It's okay if you stroke me harder and faster. It's okay if you give me a hand job,' he thought and wanted to say. 'I'd love for you to give me a blowjob too,' he wanted to add. 'I'd love to cum in your mouth before giving you a cum bath. Further, I'd love to make love to you before fucking you.'

Perhaps, she wanted him to make the next sexual move. He wondered if this was his cue to tell her that it was okay for her to stroke him and to suck him, that is if she had a mind to do that, and seemingly she did. In the way she was dressed or not dressed and in the way that she sexily and romantically acted towards him, if he was to hazard a guess, he'd say his mother sexually wanted him as much as he incestuously wanted her.

"Okay," he said wishing he had the balls to ask her to stroke him fast enough and long enough to make him cum.

'Having already come this far with my mother, I don't know what I'm waiting for. Obviously, she wants to masturbate me as much as I want her to masturbate me. Yet, not wanting ruin everything by her just giving me a hand job, missing the big, long-term picture, I want so much more than just a hand job,' he thought. 'I want everything.'

Without a doubt, he'd love to cum for his mother. He'd love to see the look on her face again when he ejaculated his cum for her and because of her. As if tattooing his mother with gobs of his cum, he wished he could give her a cum bath. As if marking his territory and making his woman by shooting his DNA all over her beautiful face and body, he'd love to decorate her with the pearls of his dripping cum. He not only would love to cum in her beautiful mouth but also he'd love to cum all over her pretty face and her big tits.

More than anything, he wanted to have sex with his mother. More than anything, as if she was his lover instead of his mother he wanted to touch and feel her everywhere while making out with her. More than anything, on this day of love, romance, and sex, Valentine's Day, he wanted to make love to his mother before fucking his mother. Just as he wanted her to give him an orgasm, he wanted to return the favor and give her multiple orgasms with his fingers, tongue, and cock, too. Now that she knows what he looks like and sounds like when cumming, he'd love to know what his mother looks like and sounds like when cumming, too.

Thinking about putting his hand on her hand to hump her hand with his hips, with the help of his mother's hand, he could give himself a reluctant hand job. Only, with her already willingly stroking him and with her already asking him if he wanted her to give him a hand job, he didn't have to do that. She had already agreed to do that for him. The best Valentine's gift he could ever want, just as he couldn't believe his mother was holding his big prick in her hand, he couldn't believe his mother was stroking his big, erect prick in her hand. He couldn't believe she was giving him a slow hand job.

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"You have a very, big cock Michael," she said in a whisper while squeezing his prick and staring down at his erection. Obviously enamored with his erect prick in the way that he was enamored with her big tits, she slid her body down to rest her head on his chest while she continued stroking him and staring at his engorge cock. "Your prick is so very hard. With your father always too drunk to get and/or maintain an erection, it's been a long time since I've held a hard cock in my hand."

He couldn't believe his mother was talking dirty to him. Now, he couldn't wait to talk dirty to her. He pushed the covers further down to look at himself in his mother's hand holding and stroking his prick. He looked from his engorged penis to look at her and she turned her head to look from his erect cock to look up at him. With her resting her head on his chest, wishing she'd rest her head on his stomach, his cock would be much closer to her mouth then.

When he pushed the covers down, not only did he expose his naked prick to his mother but he exposed part of her blonde, trimmed pussy to him. Just as he couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's naked breasts close up, he couldn't believe he was seeing a partial view of his mother's naked pussy. He wondered if she'd let him masturbate her while she masturbated him. He'd love to masturbate his mother. He'd love to finger her wet pussy while she stroked his hard cock.

"I do? Really?" He stared down at his mother holding his prick in her hand. "Do you really think I have a big cock?"

She laughed.

"Trust me. You do," she said with a sexy smile. "You have a bigger prick than your father's prick and a bigger prick than many of the male strippers had when my friends took me out to a CFNM strip club for my 40th birthday. Better times then, that was a couple of years before I divorced your father."

He imagined his mother at a CFNM strip club drunk. He wondered if she was drunk enough to lick whipped cream off the strippers' cocks. He imagined, while she was licking whipped cream from their pricks, they put a hand to the back of her blonde, pretty head and impaled her mouth with their stiff pricks. With her the birthday girl, never thinking of his mother as a sexual woman until he was in bed with her now, he wondered how far she went in having sex with any of them.

"Thank you," he said with a laugh. "I'm a little embarrassed that you're holding my prick while stroking my prick but I'm not embarrassed enough to stop you," he said with a dirty laugh. "Tell me, Kimberly, I'm curious."

She gave him a sexy smile while turning her head to look at him.

"Curious about what? What would you like to know?"

He looked at her to give her his own sexually excited smile.

"Being that you're the one who brought it up but did any of the strippers try to get you to blow them, I mean, really suck them while stroking them? Did you suck any of their cocks, Kimberly? Did any of the strippers ejaculate their cum in your mouth?"

He wanted to call her mother instead of calling her by her name? With him in bed with her nearly, naked body and with him naked, it sexually excited him more to call her Mom or Mother than it did to call her Kimberly. Yet, if they were going to live as lovers, boyfriend and girlfriend, or as husband and wife, a hard habit to break, he needed to get in the habit of calling her Kim or Kimberly and not Mom or Mother.

She laughed at his question in wanting to know if she gave any of the strippers' oral sex and if any of them had ejaculated their cum in her mouth.

"They tried," she said laughing again. "Suffice to say that I've licked whip cream from a few cocks, a few on my thirtieth birthday and again on my fortieth birthday, if that's what you mean. Perhaps, I'll do it again on my fiftieth birthday," she said with a dirty laugh. "Only, the strippers are supposed to cum in their customers' mouths."

He looked at her wide-eyed.

"Wow," he said while imagining his mother sucking stripper's pricks. "I only wished they allowed men in to watch. I've love to watch you lick whipped cream from strippers' cocks."

Not the morally modest and somewhat religious woman that she had always professed to be, he suddenly saw his mother in a new sexual light.

"Being that I was drunk at the time and it was all in good fun, I took a couple of them in my mouth while stroking them too," she said. "It was a time when the only cock I had in my mouth was your father's prick, that is before one of his friends impaled my mouth with his erection. After that, especially with me being drunk, I was more than willing to give a stripper a partial hand job and/or a blowjob. It was all in good fun."

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She looked at him to give him a sexy look and a naughty smile.

"God, I'm so embarrassed," he said even though he wasn't embarrassed but sexually excited.

She smirked.

"Embarrassed? Why are you embarrassed? You weren't embarrassed playing with my pubic hair while trying to finger my pussy. You weren't embarrassed feeling and fondling my naked breasts? I don't think you're embarrassed at all. If you're anything judging by your erection, you're sexually excited," she said laughing while still stroking him.

With her able to see right through him, he could feel himself turning red.

"Yeah, well, you are my mother after all and even though I fantasized about us having sex, I never thought we'd ever be sexually intimate." he said while wishing she wasn't his mother. "I never thought we'd be in bed naked together. Even though I imagined you naked and masturbated over us having sex since I was 18-years-old, I never thought that having incestuous sex with you would ever happen."

Instead of just talking about it and instead of analyzing it, if she wasn't his mother, he'd already be having sex with her.

"Now that you mentioned it, I'm curious," she said giving him a look of sexual seduction. "What if I wasn't your mother, what would you do to me right now that we're in bed naked together? Tell me. I want to know."

Again, with her saying what he was thinking, with the both of them so very connected and seemingly always on the same page, it was as if she could read his mind. Without a doubt, way better than his whore of an ex-girlfriend, Jessica, she'd make him a good girlfriend, the best girlfriend he ever had. Without a doubt, way better than any other woman he could imagine, oddly, convolutedly, and incestuously enough, his mother would make him a good wife.

"I'm too embarrassed to say Mom," he said.

She rolled her eyes and sighed again.

"Kimberly. Call me Kimberly. Now that we're both in bed naked together, don't call me Mom and don't be embarrassed while I have your stiff prick in my hand," she said with another laugh. "Tell me. I'm curious to know," she said while ever so slowly stroking his cock. "What would you do if I wasn't your mother and we were in bed together naked as we are now?"

With her giving him the opportunity to say what he was thinking, he thought of all the sexual things that he'd love to do with his mother. With her asking him what he'd do, he thought of all the sexual things that he'd love his mother to do with him. In addition to having sex with her, he'd love to talk dirty to her. In addition to having sex with her and talking dirty to her, he'd love to roleplay with her too. He imagined all the sexy scenarios he could roleplay with his mother.

'How much fun would that be to pick up my mother in a bar while pretending she's a stranger and a cougar on the prowl? How hot would that be to have sex with my mother while pretending that she'd not my mother and I'm not her son," he thought?

He looked at his mother for a long moment while thinking what he'd love to do with her. Actually, he didn't have to think about what he wanted to do with his mother, no surprise there, he already knew.

"If you weren't my mother, I'd kiss you. I'd really kiss you, French kiss. I'd kiss you while touching you and feeling you everywhere. I'd kiss you before licking you and fingering you everywhere before making love to you," he said getting aroused by all the imagery of having incestuous sex with his mother.

She looked at him before leaning into her son. She kissed him but this time, instead of just a peck, she parted his lips with her tongue. His mother French kissed him while she continued stroking his cock and he continued to fondling her breasts. Only, this time, he fingered her nipples.

"That's a good start," she said with a dirty laugh while looking down at his fingers pulling, turning, twisting, pinching, and squeezing her nipples. She looked up at him. "Tell me, other than French kissing me and fingering my nipples," she said with another laugh. "What else would you do if I wasn't your mother?"

He gave her a sexually excited look.

"If you weren't my mother, I'd make slow love to you. Then, I'd fuck you. I'd really fuck you. After giving you a sexual orgasm with my fingers and mouth, I'd pound your pussy until you had another sexual orgasm," he said enjoying talking dirty to his mother. "I'd pound your pussy until you screamed out my name. I pound your pussy until you begged to stop."

As if they were both thinking about what he had just said, they remained quiet while she continued slowly stroking his prick and while he continued feeling her breasts and stealthily fingering her nipples.

"Oh, my God, Michael," she said waving her hand in front of her face as if she was already hot. "I'd love you to pound my pussy," she said giving him a sexy smile and a naughty look. She looked at him with sexual lust in the way that he looked at her with incestuous passion. "Would you like to French kiss me again, now?"