My Mom Loves Stroing & Miling Me

My Mom Loves Stroking & Milking Me

Something that I never knew, never suspected, or believed that she would, as surprised as I was excited to discover, my MILF of a mother loves my big dick.

My name is Clark and I'm 21-years-old. Considered a good-looking man, I'm 6' 3" tall and weigh a slender but proportionally but muscular 220 pounds. Unembarrassed and unashamed to admit it to myself and to my friends, I'm sexually attracted to my mother. An understatement, who wouldn't be attracted to my mother? All of my friends are sexually attracted to her, too.

With their mothers, short, fat, and not very good-looking, my mother is beautiful, tall, sexy, and shapely. While wishing that she'd invite me to sleep with her in her bed, I'd have sex with her any time and any place if I could. Only, something so sexually frustrating, she'd never have sex with me.

She doesn't look at me in the way that I look at her. She looks at me with love and I look at her with lustful desire. She looks at me in the way that a mother looks at her son.

All Irish as far as I know, I have shiny black, straight hair, and bright, blue eyes. An extremely rare color combination, I love the contrast of my hair with my eyes. Most people have brown eyes with black hair.

My light skin, and my rosy cheeks, add to my good looks. Whether walking around and shopping at the mall, or jogging in the park, I always receive a lot of looks from women. I've even had women nudge their friends while mouthing the words, 'Oh, God. Look at him.'

A lass from the Emerald Isle herself, as Irish as they come, my mother, Aileen, has beautiful, long, lush, red hair, blue eyes, and freckles. There's just something intoxicating about them but I love women with freckles. She's 5' 9" tall, is as sexy as she's shapely, and has enormous, double D cup breasts. If I imagine my perfect woman, she'd look like, walk like, talk like, and laugh like my MILF of a mother, Aileen.

Then, as if my wish came true, unable to come up with an explanation, something mysterious happened between us. As soon as I turned 21-years-old, my mother changed how she perceived me. Instead of treating me as her son, she treated me more as her equal. Forget about us being blood related, she treated me in the way that a woman would treat a man. Oddly enough and not complaining but as if I was her boyfriend instead of her son, she treated me better than she ever did before.

She was nicer to me. She was kinder to me. With her more loving, she looked and smiled at me more. She laughed at my jokes more and, something she never did, she teased me while joking with me. Giving us an even closer relationship, I loved it when my mother teased me and joked with me.

Something we never did before, as our connection grew stronger, we do now. We talked about everything and laughed over nothing. Always touching me, she was always touching my shoulder, my chest, my arm, and/or my leg. Instead of her being my mother, she's my best friend.

I love my mother but not in the way that a son should love his mother. I love her in the way that a man loves a woman. I not only love my mother but I'm in love with her.

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Again, something that I never did before; while teasing one another, I loved tickling her. With her so very ticklish, sweet music to my ears, I loved her laugh. Her laugh made me laugh, too. Joining in on the fun, by returning the favor, she loved tickling me, too. We had fun chasing one another around the house laughing while tickling each other.

Sometimes, something that we both enjoyed doing, and again, something that we never did before, we even play wrestle. I love wrestling with my mother. She enjoyed play wrestling with me as much as I enjoyed play wrestling with her.

With her in her nightgown without panties and me wearing my pajama bottoms without underwear, our play wrestling was a prelude to us eventually having forbidden, incestuous sex. I can't count how many times her big breasts fell out of her low-cut nightgown top. Shocked as much as I was sexually excited, I loved it when her short nightgown climbed all the way up to her waist to expose her red, trimmed, pussy and her shapely, naked ass while wrestling.

Giving me plenty to masturbate over later, I loved seeing what a son should never see of his mother. Getting her in a wrestling hold allowed me to innocently touch and feel what I should never touch and feel of my mother. With her not complaining nor slapping my hand away, I suspect that she enjoyed me touching and feeling her as much as I loved touching and feeling her. One of my favorite things to do with her is to play Marco Polo with her in the pool.

Taking my touches and feels to the next level, while making my groping appear accidental, again, she never slapped my hand away or complained. She never admonished me for feeling her bikini clad ass or cupping her bikini clad breasts. Seemingly, with us suddenly on the same page, she enjoyed me touching and feeling her through her barely there, itsy, bitsy, teeny weenie bikini.

Giving me more to masturbate over, I couldn't believe that I not only felt her big tits through her bikini bra but also, she allowed me to feel her bikini clad breasts without complaint. I couldn't believe that I felt her shapely ass through her bikini bottoms and she did nothing to stop me from doing so. With my eyes closed but slitted open enough to see, I've even cupped my mother's pussy through her bikini when she tried to escape me by climbing up the pool ladder.

"Oops. Sorry, mom. Please forgive me," I said while quickly removing my horny hand from in between her legs. "I didn't mean to do that. My eyes were closed."

'If it wasn't enough that I've seen her naked breasts, her naked ass, and her naked pussy while play wrestling with her, I've touched and felt her through her bikini while playing Marco Polo in the pool. I'll be masturbating over seeing my mother's naked breasts, her naked, shapely ass, her naked, red, trimmed pussy, and cupping her pussy in the pool while playing Marco Polo with her later,' I thought.

Then, when she allowed me to rub sunscreen on her, it was then that I touched and felt her as if she was my girlfriend instead of my mother. She has such a beautiful body. As if giving her a full body, naked massage with oil, I loved rubbing sunscreen on her back, her shoulders, and her legs.

With my fingers mere inches from her nipples, I loved cupping the sides of her nearly entire, naked breasts while rubbing sunscreen on her back. Unable to control myself, I always touched, felt, and groped the sides of her naked breasts when she's lying on her stomach with her bikini top undone. I loved rubbing sunscreen all the way up her shapely thighs until the back of my hand rubs her bikini clad pussy.

With her never stopping me from inappropriate touching, feeling, and groping her, I wondered if my touches and gropes made her as wet as they made me hard. With her softly moaning, she seemed to enjoy me touching and feeling her where I should never touch and feel her. Then, as soon as I groped the sides of her breasts and nearly touched her nipples, they erected. While acting as if she was unaware that she was exposed, she flashed me her naked breasts and her erect nipples when she leaned up on her elbows to talk to me.

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Something else that she never did before, every morning, she wrapped her arms around my neck, and kissed me on the lips good morning while giving me a full body hug. Every night, again, she wrapped her arms around my neck and kissed me on the lips goodnight while giving me another full body hug. Daring myself to do so while tempted to part her lips with my tongue and French kiss her, I wondered if she'd allow me to French kiss her. I'd love to make out with my mother.

Yet, even after daring myself to do so while trying to summon the courage, I never did French kiss my mother. Nevertheless, as if she was my girlfriend instead of my mother, and with her pressing her nearly naked body against me, I loved holding her in my arms as much as I loved kissing her on her lips. Again, daring myself to do so, I'm always tempted to move my hand lower to feel, squeeze, cup, and slap her shapely ass through her nightgown.

Yet, fearing that she may never kiss me again, instead, playing it cool, I rested my hand at the top of her shapely backside with my fingers feeling more of her shapely ass. With me a masturbation machine, and with her squishing her humongous breasts against my muscular chest, and her tummy against my semi-erect cock that tented my pajama bottoms, she gave me even more to masturbate over. I loved rubbing myself up against my mother, especially when she's wearing her sheer, thin, and revealing nightgown.

While looking back in time, with just a touch, sex between my mother and I started innocently enough. A single mother, content to live alone with me, she never married nor even had a boyfriend. As soon as she became pregnant with me at 18-years-old, from having sex in the backseat of a station wagon after her prom, my father, whoever he was, abandoned her.

First of all, I'm glad that she wasn't on the birth control pill. Secondly, instead of aborting her baby or giving me up for adoption, I'm glad that she kept me with her. I'm glad that she allowed me to live and to live with her. I love my mother and she loves me.

Presently, with her self-sufficient, earning enough money working from home as a telemarketer, with her not needing a man in her life and me not needing a woman, we're happy together with each other. With us always together 24/7, I work from home as a tester and a coder for a computer game company. We talked, we laughed, we played games, and we watched television together. Only 18-years older than me, my mother just turned 39-years-old.

Honestly, there's just something sexy about a beautiful, redheaded woman. I especially love redheads with freckles. Something that makes my cock erect, I love older women. Something that makes me want to reach out and feel them, I love big breasted women. I especially love big breasted, redheaded, older women, with freckles. With her checking all of my boxes on my list, I love my mother. While wishing we were characters playing supporting roles in Back to the Future with Michael J. Fox and Christopher Lloyd, if she wasn't my mother, I'd date her.

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With her staying out of the sun, dieting, and exercising, looking ten-years younger, honestly, she looks twenty-something instead of thirty-something. With me looking ten-years older, I look thirty-something instead of twenty-something. If we lived where people didn't know us, we could pass as husband and wife. Something as forbidden as it was exciting, if I could, I'd love to marry my mother.

While wishing that we slept in the same bed, I'd love to pretend that I was married to her. I'd make love to her every night and fuck her every morning. In between, I'd masturbate her. I'd rub her clit and finger fuck her pussy.

Then, I'd lick her pussy before she stroked and sucked my cock. As much as I'd love my mother to cum in my mouth, I'd love to cum in her beautiful mouth and watch her swallow my cum. I'd never want or need the love of another woman as long as I had the love and the sexual gratification of my mother. Only, something that would never happen, she'd never invite me to sleep with her in her bed.

I imagined us traveling somewhere where all the rooms were booked and the only room available was a room with one bed and a sofa not long enough to sleep on it. Something that I've masturbated over a countless number of times, I imagined having to share a bed with my mother. I imagined rolling over, cuddling with her, and spooning her in my sleep during the night.

I imagined her nightgown raised to her waist to expose her naked ass. I imagined my erect cock escaping from my pajama pee hole. I imagined my big dick pressed against her ass and the back of her pussy. I imagined her putting my hand on her nightgown clad breast. I imagined cupping her big tit through her nightgown while erect fingering in her sleep.

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From the age of 18-years-old, I was always sexually attracted to my mother. Strangely enough and without rhyme or reason, she didn't return my sexual affection with her sexual interest until I turned 21-years old. Perhaps, it was because I'm no longer a teenager, but a man. With just a subtle touch and an errant feel, sex between us started innocently and slowly enough while cuddling on the couch and watching television. I loved holding, hugging, and cuddling with my mother while watching TV.

Always hot in our apartment, her excuse not to wear a robe, she'd wear her short and low-cut nightgown without panties underneath. Shocking me as much as she sexually excited me, I was thrilled that she didn't have the moral modesty to wear a bathrobe over her sexy nightgowns. With her nightgowns so sheer, when she walked by the television or by the bay window, I could see through her nightgown as if she was naked. When she stood in front of the opened refrigerator door without turning on the kitchen light, again, I could see through her sheer nightgown as if she's naked.

When she's not flashing me the tops of her jiggling breasts, and her long, line of sexy cleavage, every time she slowly and sexily crossed her long, shapely legs, she flashed me her red, trimmed pussy. Every time she sat with her knees parted; she flashed me a constant and continual view of her naked cunt. Every time she leaned in front of me to serve me coffee or food, with her nightgown top opening with her, she flashed me her naked breasts and erect nipples. Suffice to write, I always walked around the house with an erection.

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While comfortable lounging around the house when not working, I wear my T-shirt and pajama bottoms without underwear and my Ugg slippers. With me a testosterone horny, young man, unembarrassed for my mom to see, I'm always sporting an erection that tents my pajama bottoms. Sometimes, when I'm horny enough, I've even allowed my erect cock to escape from my pee hole. In the way that she leaned over me to flash me her naked breasts, I leaned over her while pouring her coffee to give her a quick glimpse of my naked prick.

Something that we both love to do, we enjoyed cuddling on the couch while watching television. As soon as she rested her warm hand on my thigh, filled with the sexual anticipation of her, hopefully, touching my prick through my pajama bottoms, my cock involuntarily throbbed and pulsated. With her huge, nightgown clad breasts resting against my chest, she always gave me an erection.

Alas, as much as I'd love her to touch, feel, and stroke my pajama clad cock, I'd love to touch, feel, and fondle my mother's nightgown clad breasts. Yet, my mother would never touch my pajama clad cock. She'd never allow me to touch, feel, and fondle her enormous breasts through her nightgown. Clearly, she's not sexually attracted to me in the way that I'm sexually attracted to her.

By the end of the night, difficult for her not to notice, as if I had a steel pole hidden inside, my cock always tented my pajama bottoms. Because of my mother, I always had an erection, especially with her showing me so much of her sexy and shapely body through her sheer and sexy, short, and low-cut nightgowns. No doubt, I'll be masturbating over the imagined thoughts of my mother naked and her having sex with me later tonight and again tomorrow morning when alone in my bedroom. I'm always stroking my prick over her.

While watching a television program or a movie, she'd have a glass of white wine and I'd have a beer. Something that endeared her to me, as surprised as I was excited that she did, she loved football. With her not knowing much about the game, I enjoyed explaining the plays and the rules to her. We watched many of the NFL games while cheering for our home team. With her getting so excited over some of the plays, while bouncing her tits through her nightgown, she's like having my personal cheerleader sitting next to me.

As if she's my girlfriend instead of my mother, I loved putting my arm around her shoulders and holding her while she snuggled against my chest. It wasn't until her third glass of wine, her limit, and my third beer, my limit, that she'd put her hand on my upper thigh or on my stomach just below the waistband of my pajama bottoms. That was when she allowed me to move my hand from her shoulder to her side while touching the side of her big breast with my fingertips.

Hard not to touch some part of them, her breasts are so big. Even with just touching the side of her tit with my fingertips, her breast felt as firm as they felt soft. I had a clear vision of what her naked breasts looked like by calling up redheaded, freckled women her age with double D cup breasts on the Google images on my computer. As much as I'd love her to touch my erect prick, I'd love to touch, feel, and fondle her naked breasts while fingering her erect nipples. Maybe the next time we wrestle, I'll do that.

My sexual fantasy, I'd love to sleep with my mother in her bed while holding her, cuddling with her, and spooning her. Taking me sleeping with her to the extreme, yet, nothing more than a sexual fantasy, I'd love to make love to her every night and fuck her every morning. Only, her inviting me to sleep with her in her bed was something that will never happen. With her room her secret sanctuary, I've never been in her bedroom.

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With my erect cock only inches from her fingertips, I always wished that she'd move her hand higher or lower to touch my big dick through my pajamas. After finishing my third beer, daring myself to do so, a not so subtle hint, I'm tempted to take her by her wrist and move her hand to my prick. I wondered what she'd do if I did.

Would she leave her hand there or would she quickly pull it away? Would she slap me? Would she admonish me for forcing her to touch my pajama clad prick? Would she tell me that it was wrong for her to touch me in such a sexual way? Would she never cuddle with me on the couch again? Would she start wearing a robe over her nightgowns?

While hoping that she'd leave her hand on my erect prick, if she kept her hand there, would she allow me to feel her big breasts through her nightgown? Would she remove her breasts from her nightgown and allow me to see her big, naked breasts? Having seen them when we wrestled, I'd love to see them again while we're cuddling on the couch. I'd love to touch them, feel them, and fondle them while fingering her erect nipples.

'My mother's tits,' I thought. 'I want my mother's tits. I love her big breasts.'

Only, with her never having sex with me, I feared to start something that we'd never finish. If I dared to show my true, sexual feelings towards her, and if she didn't reciprocate my feelings, that may ruin things between us. Enjoying our close relationship the way that it was, I didn't know what she'd do. I feared to find out if she sexually wanted me as much as I sexually wanted her. I'm better off leaving things the way that they are than to ruin our loving relationship with unwanted and inappropriate sexual advances.

Then, one night, after she finished her third glass of wine, with her feeling a bit tipsy, when she moved her hand higher on my upper thigh, her fingertips were in contact with my throbbing and pulsating prick. The first time she touched me in that sexually inappropriate way, she touched the side of my erect cock with her fingertips through my pajama bottoms and left her hand there. While hoping that she'd move her hand a little higher, I held my breath while staring down at her hand.

Then, shocking me as much as she sexually excited me, while we watched Bridgerton, she not only moved her hand higher but also, she rested her hand on my erection through my pajama bottoms. I couldn't believe it. Making my sexual fantasy come true, my mother rested her hand on my erection. She didn't move her hand but just rested it on my erect, pajama clad cock.