"What would you do for me James?"
As if in a hypnotic state, he just sat there staring at me with his cock in his hand. I asked again when he didn't answer me. Then, instead of looking up at me, he continued staring at my pussy. As if I was a decadent dessert that he was about to eat, he had a sexually excited expression on his face.
"Sorry Mom," he said looking up at my face instead of staring down at my pussy. "Did you say something?"
"What would you do for Mommy?" I asked him again this time in a sexier voice that was filled with incestuous lust while slowly lifting the hem of my nightgown and seductively spreading my legs, in case he needed a hint.
He watched me revealing my trimmed, blonde pussy to him as if I was opening an expensive gift box and I was. By lifting up my nightgown and spreading my legs, I was opening my own personal box to offer him entry to his own private playground. Mommy's pussy was exposed right before my son's horny eyes. I felt so wicked. I felt so aroused. As horny as he was, no doubt, I couldn't wait for him to touch me, finger me, and lick me.
"I'd lick you," he said staring at my exposed pussy while watching me finger myself.
Glad that he took the obvious hint, I was teasing him. It was so easy to tease my son. Only, what I did in flashing him my panty before, I escalated the teasing in flashing him my pussy now.
"Have you ever licked a pussy?" I asked continuing touching myself while watching his big cock throb in his hand.
"No," he said looking from my cunt to my face before looking back at my cunt again.
It aroused me that I was flashing my son my pussy as much it aroused me that my son was staring at my pussy.
"I'll be your culingus learning model," I said with a sexy laugh. "You may use my pussy as your tool to practice before leaving Mommy's nest to make love to other woman. We all must learn somewhere," I said watching his reaction to my offer of sexual education before confessing my lurid, incestuous past.
"I'd like that," he said.
"Forcing me to suck them, my uncle and my cousin taught me how to suck cocks when I was only 18-years-old and still a virgin. It's only fair that I return the favor and teach my son how to lick his first pussy," I said looking at him while waiting for him to respond. "Would you like me to teach you how to lick a pussy James?"
"Yes Mom," he said. "I'd love for you to teach me how to lick a pussy."
With me looking at him and him staring at me, never removing my fingers from pleasuring myself, he sat there so silently while watching me. Obviously, by the shocked look on his face, he was stunned that this incestuous, sexual exchange was finally happening. A long time coming, I was stunned myself that I finally found the courage to seduce my son. All it took for us to have forbidden sex was for him to finally take his first step across the incestuous line for me to do the rest. I couldn't do it all alone. I needed him to willingly take this mother and son incestuous journey with me. Not wanting him to have disturbed memories of a mother seducing her son, with both of us going into this forbidden, sexual affair with our eyes wide open, I needed our first time together to be consensual.
"Something that will take you years to discover and something that most men never learn, I'll show you want woman want James," I said looking at him with as much sexual excitement as he was had on his face when looking at me.
"Thank you Mother," he said meaning it.
"The first lesson is to put what you want aside to please the woman. The woman's sexual pleasure comes first and you come second. Once you please her, she'll please you. Once you give her what she wants, an orgasm, she'll give you all that you want and more," I said smiling after giving him my motherly advice.
"Thank you mother for teaching me," he said.
"You're welcome James. Now make yourself comfortable in front of Mommy," I said spreading my legs even wider and wide enough to show him some pink.
"Even in dirty magazines, I've never seen a pussy in the light and up close before," he said.
As if I was an artist's model and he was an artist, I positioned myself in my chair so that the overhead light was shining down on my pussy. I looked down and my cunt was glistening with my secretions. Our first sexual time together, I couldn't wait to feel my son touching me, fingering me, and licking me.
"Can you see?"
"Yes," he said.
"Give me your finger," I said taking his index finger in my hand. "Now touch me like this gently, not too rough, and not too fast. Yes. Good. Just like that. Do you feel that little bump right there?" I rubbed my bean with his finger before pressing his index finger down on my bean.
"Yes. I feel it. I feel it Mom," he said with a nervous albeit sexually excited little laugh.
"That's my bean. When you gently rub it like this," I said gently rubbing my bean with his finger, "it makes me hot. Yes, just like that James. Rubbing Mommy like this is akin to having Mommy stroke your cock," I said staring at his big prick.
Suddenly my mind was filled with the image of me touching his cock and stroking his cock. I couldn't wait to touch him and to stroke him but I wanted him to do me first. I didn't want to rush our first time together with him cumming all over my couch and falling asleep before sexually satisfying me. This was more about me than about him after all. I'm the one who lusted over him. I'm the one who wanted him. I'm the one who's been teasing him for years. This was my chance to get all that I wanted from my son before he finds some woman and leaves me alone with my bad self.
