Would You Like To Cum For Mommy

Would You Like to Cum for Mommy?

An offer that I couldn't refuse, my mother volunteered to stroke me while allowing me to see and fondle her naked breasts.

My name is Donald. My friends and my mother call me Donnie. My mother's name is Elizabeth. I call her Liz or Beth. She's forty-eight-years-old.

After my dad left her for a younger woman, it made sense to continue living with my mother. She's as angry over him deserting her as she is lonely without having a man in her life. Unable to afford my own place and with her unable to financially survive on her own, it made sense to continue living together. With me being a grown man, unless a woman that I picked up in a bar invited me to her place, my chances of getting laid while living with my mother were slim to nil.

As every 24-year-old man is without a woman in his life, I'm horny. Oddly enough, even though I'm sexually attracted to my mother, I never thought of her being sexually attracted to me. I never thought of her being horny. Other than having had sex with her husband, I never imagined her having sex with anyone else. After all, she wasn't just any woman; she was my mother.

Then, something that I was curious to know, I wondered if she masturbates herself. I doubted if she played with herself. Then, I wondered if she had toys, a vibrator, and/or a dildo. Nah, she wouldn't do that. She's too busy cooking, cleaning, and doing laundry. My mother doesn't think about sex in the way that I continually think about sex.

Then, going to the dark side, I wondered if she sucked my father's cock. Unlike the whores of today who'd rather give a man a blowjob than French kiss him, many women from her generation didn't suck cock. Definitely, she'd never take my dad's prick in her mouth. I can't imagine her blowing him. She's not that kind of a woman. She's not a cocksucking whore. She's my mother.

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My mom is beautiful. She's a tall, busty redhead. Especially with me, a man who no longer has a girlfriend, what son wouldn't be sexually attracted to a mother who looks like her? She's a real MILF. Only, even though I masturbate over imagining her without her clothes and having sex with me, I can't go there. She's my mom. Having sex with her would be wrong.

She has beautiful, blue eyes and freckles. I love older, busty women with red hair, blue eyes, and freckles. Suffice to write, I love my mother but, my sexually frustrating burden to shoulder, I love her not in the way that a son should love his mother. I love her in the way that a man loves a woman. Nothing more than a masturbation fantasy, if only she wasn't my mother, I'd definitely do her. I'd love to have forbidden sex with her.

Whenever I masturbate, which is all of the time, I masturbate over imagining my mother in her short, low-cut, sexy, sheer, and revealing nightgowns. I visualize her in her low-cut bra and her bikini panties. While stroking myself faster and harder, even though I've never seen her in her bra and panties, topless and/or naked, I envision her in her bra and panties, and/or topless and naked.

Only, something that will never happen, I've never seen her without her clothes. Unless she starts dressing with her bedroom door open while dressing and undressing, which she'd never do, I'll never see her in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked. With her always sitting like a lady with her long legs crossed, and not leaning forward, I've never seen an upskirt peek of her panties or a down blouse view of her cleavage and bra.

With her always wearing a robe over her nightgowns, unless it's stuffy in the apartment, I'll never see her in her sexy nightgown. My favorite thing to imagine while masturbating myself, I stroke myself while imagining her having sex with me. Yet, her giving me incestuous sex will never happen. She's not that kind of woman. My mother is a good woman. She's a lady.

Even though I may think about it, I'd never make a pass at my mother. That's just nasty. I'd never try to sexually seduce her. I wouldn't even know how to do that. She'd throw me out of her house if I did. She'd ask me to leave. I'd be homeless with no place to go.

Ruining everything, and destroying a good thing, she can't afford to live here without my financial help, and I can't afford my own apartment unless I get a roommate. Yet, I can't think of a better roommate than living with my mother. We have a close mother and son bond. Able to entertain one another, when we're not watching TV and movies together, we're playing board games and card games.

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Furthermore, as if I'm living with a live-in maid, a cook, and a laundress, she cleans, cooks, and does the laundry while I work from home. She does all of the grocery shopping and runs all of the errands, too. All that I do is take out the trash, wash and wax her car, and shovel when it snows. A good living arrangement, why ruin things with sex, sex that will never happen between my mom and I? She's not a sexual person. She's my mother.

Instead, when horny and sexually frustrated, embarrassed for her to know, I take a pair of her previously worn panties to bed with me. As if I'm eating my mother's cunt, I sniff and lick them while stroking myself. Then, I cum in her panties, while imagining cumming in her pussy, my mother's cunt.

Having been doing this for years, I remove my cum with a tissue. Then, I return her panties to the dirty, laundry basket. She's never suspected me cumming in her panties. Yet, it excites me to think that she's wearing a clean pair of panties that I had previously ejaculated in them.

I stroke myself while imagining having sex with her. I visualize kissing her. I envision parting her lips with my tongue and French kissing her. I picture myself touching and feeling her through her clothes while making out with her. Only, sexually frustrating to admit, nothing more than a masturbation fantasy, I'll never have sex with my mother and she'll never have sex with me.

She's not a whore, an incestuous whore. She'd never have sex with her son. She's morally modest. She's a churchgoing, and a God fearing woman. While imagining her on her knees and blowing me, the only time she's on her knees is when she's praying.

She's a kind, gentle, good, and generous woman. She volunteers her time at soup kitchens and craft fairs to help the needy, she has a good spirit and a kind heart. She'd help anyone in need. That's just the way that she is. A loving mother like her would never have incestuous sex with her perversely perverted son.

Yet, something that I continually masturbate over, I wished she'd help me. I'm in need. I need to have sex with my mother. I need my mother to help me cum. I need to cum for her.

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'Mom, would you do me a big favor,' I imagine asking her?

I imagine her smiling down at me.

'Of course, I'll do you a big favor. I'll do anything for my son,' I imagine her saying.

Then, daring myself to expose myself to her, I imagine removing my erect cock from my pajama bottom. I visualized holding it up to her in my hand. I envision slowly stroking it in front of her while asking her my question.

'Would you masturbate me, mom,' I imagined asking her? 'Would you help make me cum?'

I imagine her being mortified and her mouth falling open. I visualize her looking at me aghast before turning her head away. I picture her not even looking at my exposed prick.

'Donnie! What's wrong with you? Oh, my God, sweet Jesus. I pray that the demon leaves you,' I imagined her saying. "How dare you ask me, your mother to masturbate you?"

I imagine her anointing herself and looking up at the ceiling as if the Lord was there. I imagine her praying for the salvation of my soul.

'Amen,' I imagine her saying while anointing herself again.

With her not looking at my exposed prick and looking away from me, I imagined her face turning a bright red with embarrassment. Then, I imagine her looking at me with shame, embarrassment, and anger.

'I can't masturbate you? That's wrong. That's nasty. I'm your mother. I'm not some whore off the street that you invited home. Put your penis away and go to bed,' I imagine her admonishing me, turning off my bedroom light, and closing my bedroom door.

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That night, I went to bed and stroked myself while holding her used panties and imagining her masturbating me. Then, that morning, I watched my mother mindlessly leaning forward while staring at her phone at the dining room table. With it hot in the apartment, she wasn't wearing a robe over her sexy, low-cut nightgown. As soon as she leaned forward, her nightgown top fell wide open. Now, I know why she always wears robes over her nightgowns.

Something that I've never done but have always wanted to do, curious for her reaction, especially after imagining asking her to masturbate me last night, I wanted to dick flash my mother this morning. Out of her line of sight, I quickly ducked in the kitchen. I removed my prick from my pajama pee hole, and I quickly stroked myself to a big and hard erection.

I put the coffee pot and a couple of cups on the tray, along with a plate of biscuits. Resting the tray on my exposed prick, I walked from the kitchen to the dining room. As soon as I entered the dining room, she saw my big dick beneath the tray. Not looking away, as I thought she would, not admonishing me, and telling that I was exposed, she put her phone down while staring at my errant prick.

'My mother is staring at my erect, naked prick,' I thought.

With her still leaning forward with her nightgown top wide open, I leaned over her to stare down her open nightgown top. I poured her coffee while staring down her open nightgown top. In the way that she stared at my cock, I stared at her tits. My first time seeing her big tits, I stared at all that I could see of her naked breasts.

Of course, as soon as I saw my mom's tits and her erect nipples, I had an even bigger and harder erection. Only, this time, my stiff prick had a mind of its own. It throbbed. It pulsated. My first time deliberately exposing myself to my mother, the head of my exposed, erect cock was mere inches from her mouth.

Surprisingly, even though she saw it, pretending not to see it, she stared at my prick out of the corner of her eyes. Moreover, something that I thought she'd do, she didn't tell me that I was exposed. With my lust for my mother getting the better of me, I wished she'd reach out and touch my cock. I wished she'd wrap her manicured fingers around my erect prick, and stroke me before taking in her mouth to suck me.

Something that I'll go to hell for thinking, I'd love for her to give me a blowjob. I'd love to cum in her beautiful mouth and watch her swallow my cum. Yet, without even turning her head, all she did was stare.

Seemingly, she enjoyed seeing my naked prick as much as I enjoyed seeing her naked breasts. Her stealthily staring at my naked prick in the way that I rudely stared at her naked breasts gave me more to masturbate over later. I couldn't wait to stroke myself over her seeing my naked prick and me seeing her naked tits.

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After I broke up with my girlfriend several months ago, I've been lonely. I've been sad. I've been depressed. I've been sexually frustrated and terribly horny. With her the only woman around me, a beautiful woman at that, while knowing full well that nothing would come of it, I turned my sexual attention to my mother.

I complimented her. I bought her flowers. Something that I never did before, giving her a kiss on the cheek, I hugged her every morning, and kissing her on her cheek again, I hugged her every night. Daring myself to do so while hugging her, I'd love to kiss her on her lips. I'd love to part her red, full lips with my tongue, and touch and feel her where I should never touch and feel his mother while making out with her. I'd love to reach down and feel, squeeze, and pat her shapely ass through her clothes.

I love watching television with her. I watch reality TV and movies with her. She loves football and, after making popcorn, we watch NFL football games together. We watch Jeopardy, the Bachelor, the Bachelorette, Married at First Sight, and many other television programs and movies.

Our quiet time of peaceful relaxation together, we chill out talking and laughing while watching TV. She sips her wine and I drink my beer. I don't care what we watch, I let her decide. I just love being with her and sitting beside her.

Yesterday, we were watching one of her favorite TV show is Bridgerton. She loves that show. We must have watched that series half a dozen times over the years. Admittedly, they do have some exciting sex scenes, along with some good looking nearly naked men and women.

Not making an excuse but no longer having a woman in my life, I was horny. I'm always horny, especially when sitting next to my mother. The warmth of her shapely body is a big turn on for me. I put my arm around her and she leaned against me while I imagined that she's my girlfriend, my wife, and/or my lover when sitting next to my mother.

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Not surprisingly, as I always have an erection, not taking me much and/or very long to have an erection, my cock throbbed and pulsated inside of my pajama bottoms. I never wear underwear beneath my pajamas. One summer day, it was warm in the apartment and my mother emerged from her room without wearing a robe over her nightgown.

'Oh, my God,' I thought while staring at all that I could see of her shapely and sexy body through her sheerly revealing nightgown.

Surprising me, when she stood in front of the television, I could see clearly through her sheer nightgown as if she was naked. I stared at the size and the shape of her big breasts. I stared at the red patch of trimmed, pubic hair that I could clearly see. Then, when she faced the other way, especially when she leaned forward to pick up something from the carpet, I stared at her beautiful and shapely ass.

Later that night, I thought about seeing her naked breasts. I thought about her seeing my stiff prick. As soon as I had those thoughts, I had an erection. My big dick tented my pajama bottoms while watching TV with my mother.

Not wanting her to know that I had an erection, I kept my hand over my cock. Yet, too stiff to bend it down, I moved the throw blanket over our laps. Suddenly embarrassed for me to have an erection in front of my mother, I felt like the pervert that I am. I didn't want her to know that I was sexually excited not by the program but by sitting beside her. I couldn't stop thinking about seeing her naked breasts. I couldn't stop thinking about her seeing my erect penis.

Indeed, adding to my horniness, it wasn't watching Bridgerton giving me an erection. It was my mother. Then, something she never did before, she rested her hand on the top of my thigh beneath the throw mere inches from my erect prick. I could feel the warmth of her hand through my pajama bottoms. Then, with her leaning against me, as if we were boyfriend and girlfriend at a movie, she rested her big, nightgown clad breast against my side.

With men having breast feelers all over their bodies, I could feel my mother's breasts as if I had a hand there. Every time she moved, I could feel her big tits. Unbeknownst to my mother, unintentionally, she helped harden my prick.

With her leaning forward like that, her nightgown top had fallen open again. Seemingly, and surprisingly, when I looked over at her and peered down her open nightgown top, I wasn't the only one sexually excited. Judging by my mother's erect nipples that made their impressions through her nightgown like big buttons, either she was cold or she was sexually aroused, too.

I hoped for the former instead of the latter. I hoped she was as sexually aroused as I was sexually excited. Something that I never thought about before, never thinking about my mother's pussy, I wondered if she was as wet as I was hard. While watching the actors having sex, seeing naked asses and naked breasts, I wondered if she was as aroused sitting so close to me as I was excited sitting next to her.

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Alas, nothing more than a sexual fantasy that I enjoyed having while cuddling with my mother, I'd love her to masturbate me while I fondled her big, naked breasts, and fingered her erect nipples. Only, something that would never happen, she'd never stroke my cock. Even though I'd love to cum for my mother, she'd never masturbate me. She'd never make me cum. While stroking me, she'd never allow me to see her naked breasts, never mind fondle her big tits.

Yet, masturbating over my MILF of a mother is the one thing that I love to do to remove my stress and horniness. A virtual masturbation machine, I masturbate every morning and every evening over her. I masturbate while imagining seeing her without her clothes. I stroke myself while visualizing touching and feeling her naked body everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his naked mother. I envision my mother touching and feeling my naked body, too, everywhere that a mother should never touch and feel her son.

Generally, I masturbate every day, three and four times a day. My record is five times in one day. I wonder if I'll run out of cum. How terrible would that be for me not to have any cum left for my wife when I'm married? Perhaps, saving myself for later, I should cool the masturbation and just take cold showers.

Then, I thought about her taking a shower. I imagined my mother naked. I'd love to shower with my mother. I'd love to wash her beautiful body. I'd love for her to wash my dirty cock. I'd love to push her up against the wet, shower wall and fuck her as if we're having sex beneath a waterfall. While bumping her redhead against the shower wall, I'd love to bend her forward, hang onto her hips, and fuck her from behind.

Trying to remove my horny mind from imagining my mother naked, I drank my beer in silence while watching TV and she sipped her wine. Her limit was two glasses before she got a little tipsy and my limit was three beers before I felt a little drunk. With my mother working on her third glass of wine and me sipping my fourth beer, we were both feeling good.

Something that would never happen, as she wasn't much of a drinker; she always drank in moderation. Yet, I wondered what would happen if she finished her bottle of wine. I've never seen my mother drunk.

I wondered what she'd do or say when not having the use of her facilities. I wondered if she'd allow me to lean into her and kiss her. I've never kissed my mother on her lips. I'd love to kiss my mother. Yet, I've stroked my cock many times while picturing making out with her and touching and feeling her everywhere through her clothes.

If she was drunk enough, I wondered if she'd allow me to touch and feel her through her nightie while kissing her. I'd love to make out with my mother while feeling her big tits and fingering her erect nipples through her nightgown. I'd love to help my mother to bed. Only, with her already in her nightgown, I'd have no excuse to undress her and strip her naked.

I'd love to sleep with my mother in her king-sized bed. I wouldn't try and have sex with her. Enough to be in bed with her, I'd just hold her, cuddle her, hug her, and spoon her during the night. I hoped that she'd hold me, cuddle me, hug me, and spoon me, too. Yet, something she'd be too embarrassed to do, she'd never allow me to sleep in the same bed with her.

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When I put my arm around her, I deliberately moved my fingertips to the side of her nightgown clad breast. Having touched her there before, whenever we're out by the pool, she unhooks her bikini top, and asks me to put sunscreen on her back. While rubbing sunscreen on her, I always stealthily feel the sides of her big breasts that peek out the front of her. Nearly touching her nipples while rubbing sunscreen on her back and sides, I love feeling whatever I stealthily can feel of her big tits.