Losing the House but Winning Mom 03

"You'll ruin your clothes and won't have anything to wear for work tomorrow. Get undressed," she said. "Change in the bathroom or turn off the bathroom light if you must and if that will make you feel more comfortable but—"

He picked up on the fear in her voice.

"But what?"

She looked up at the ceiling and while looking all around the small room.

"If it's too dark, I won't be able to sleep. I'll just be thinking of the roaches walking up the wall behind me," she said.

He looked around the room with her. His mother hated bugs, especially big bugs. She especially hated cockroaches and spiders. To help ease her mind, moving furniture, he did a complete search of all four corners and baseboards looking for evidence of bugs. Obviously, this place is maintained by a pest control service because he didn't see any sign of bugs dead or alive.

"I'll leave the bathroom light on but will close the door a little," he said walking to the bathroom to close the door more. "I've yet to see any roaches. Don't worry. If there's a bug, I'll kill it. How's that?"

She continued looking around the room in her obvious search for bugs.

"You can close the bathroom door a little more than that," she said. "Right there," she said when he closed it to stop the light from being so intrusive. "And move that chair in front of the door and force the top of it beneath the doorknob. I don't want someone coming in on us during the night. There's no telling who rented this room before us and who has a spare key to this room."

Jennifer removed her blouse. Now dressed in just her jeans and bra, she stood to neatly fold her blouse and to remove her jeans. Having never seen his mother in her sexy brassiere before, Michael stared at her in the way he stares at a pornographic movie or at a stripper on stage. Having not yet wrapping his brain around his mother exposing her bra clad breasts to him now she was about to expose her panty clad ass and pussy to him. His libido was on incestuous overdrive.

As if she was removing her jeans in slow motion, he couldn't believe his eyes when her manicured fingers were poised on the button her jeans. Then, as if the sound of her zipper split the universal morality of mother and son and inspired incest, she unzipped her jeans. His mother was stripping down to her bra and panty in front of him. He couldn't believe his mother was removing her jeans in front of his horny, incestuous eyes.

Then, when she wiggled her shapely ass out of her tight jeans, her white, bikini panties moved down with them enough for him to see the top of her ass crack and the top of her dark brown, pubic hair. He saw the top of his mother's ass crack. He saw the top of her pubic hair. Overwhelmed with all that he had already seen of his mother's body, hoping that she'd show him more, he couldn't wait to see more.

'Oh, my God,' he thought to himself. 'I can't wait to masturbate over this.'

Dressed in only her low cut bra and her even more revealing white, bikini panties, she folded her jeans and put her blouse and jeans in one of the drawers in the bureau. Now that he was seeing more of his mother's body and seeing his mother in her underwear, much easier to do, he could better imagine her without her bra and panties. Putting aside the respect that he had for his mother, he stared at her as if she was naked already. He stared at her as if she was a slut, a whore, and one of the prostitutes who went from room to room in the motel. He stared at her in the way a man would stare at a woman standing before him in her sexy underwear and not in the way that a son should stare at his mother.

He couldn't believe his mother was walking around him dressed only in her sexy underwear. Even if she didn't remove another article of clothing, he'd be happy. While imagining more, imagining her topless and/or naked, he couldn't wait to masturbate over the thoughts of his mother in her bra and panty. As if she was the most beautiful woman in the world, and she was to him, Michael couldn't remove his eyes from her.

Now, dressed only in her underwear, she was his very own sexy Victoria Secrets model albeit without the wings. Now, dressed only in her bra and panties, he wondered what else she'd remove. Knowing full well that she doesn't sleep in her bra, he wondered if she'd dare get topless in front of him. He wondered if she'd show him her tits. He's wondered if she'd dare get naked in front of him. He wondered if she'd show him her naked ass and pussy.

No doubt, she'd never get topless in front of him. No doubt, she'd never get naked in front of him. No doubt, she'd probably seek the privacy of the bathroom to remove her bra and/or panties. Knowing his mother would never remove her bra and panties in front of him, seeing his mother in her bra and panties undoubtedly would be as much as he'd see of her. Seeing her in her bra and panties would be all that she'd go in revealing her beautiful body to him. Satisfied with her sexy underwear show, she gave him more to masturbate over than she had ever given him when pleasuring himself.

"Wow," he said, an involuntary reaction.

He stared at her white bikini panties that showed more of her ass than he had ever seen before. The thin, cotton material clearly delineated the roundness of her ass and clearly defined her ass crack. He stared at her low cut, white bra that showed more of her breasts than he had ever seen before. He could clearly see her big nipples pushing against the satin material of her bra. As far as he was concerned, women look so much better and sexier in their bra and panty than they do naked and his mother looked phenomenal.

Then, giving him a look that made him go all soft inside but hard on the outside, she illuminated him with her big green eyes before tossing back her dark brown, shoulder length hair with a flip of her pretty head. Seeing her in her bra and panties, she reminded him of what he imagined Jessica Biel would look like in her underwear and when she's 42-years-old. His mother could be Jessica Biel's older sister. Not understanding how such a beautiful woman can be without a man in her life, he'd be happy to fill that role if only his mother would allow him.

"Wow what?"

She looked down at where he was looking while he stared at the impressions that her nipples made through her bra. Then, she looked up at him to see him still staring and the reaction on his face to seeing her bra clad breasts and the impressions her big nipples made in her bra. If he was a betting man, judging her by her stare and surprised that she was, he'd say that she was just as sexually aroused showing him her underwear clad body as he was sexually excited seeing her in her underwear.

Then, looking further down, he stared at the impression her camel toe made in her panties. Even with all of the up skirt flashes he had seen of his mother over the years, he had never seen her camel toe. It was so sexually erotic to see the outline of her pussy. Stunned, he couldn't believe that, after all the years of living with her, he was finally seeing his mother in her bra and panty.

"You have a nice body Mom," he said using that compliment as his excuse to stare at her bra clad breasts and panty clad pussy and ass longer and harder.

While imagining going down on her and fingering her pussy while licking her pussy before fucking her pussy, he stared at her toned, flat stomach and her long, shapely legs while not believing that he said that his mother had a nice body. An obvious understatement, she didn't have a nice body, she had a beautiful body. She didn't have a beautiful body, she had a sensational body.

Yet, now that she knows that he noticed her body, he'd love nothing more than to slide a slow hand along her shaved legs. He'd love nothing better than to cup his mother's cunt through her panty while sliding a slow finger along her panty clad pussy slit. He'd love nothing better than to make out with his mother while feeling her tits through her bra and fingering her pussy and ass through her panty. Then pushing her panty aside with his horny finger, he'd love nothing better than to rub her clit and finger her pussy while kissing and kissing her.

Only, somehow, he knew this was as far as her striptease and sexual teasing show would go. Unfortunately and sexually frustratingly, while wishing she would, if only she would, she'd never remove her bra. Unfortunately and sexually frustratingly, while wishing she would, if only she would, she'd never show him her tits. Unfortunately and sexually frustratingly, while wishing she would, if only she would, she'd never remove her panties. Unfortunately and sexually frustratingly, while wishing she would, if only she would, she'd never show him her naked ass and pussy.

With him immersed in the forbidden and ready to open Pandora's Box of incestuous sex, he no longer cared that she was his mother and that he was her son. He made a promise to himself and a silent promise to his mother, if she stripped naked, he'd strip naked too. If she showed him her naked body, he'd show her his naked body too. If only she'd show him her tits, her ass, and/or her pussy, he'd reciprocate the sexual nudity by showing her his cock. If only she'd sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her, he'd be so happy.

Alas, he was a pitiful pervert sexually lusting over his mother. He was a pitiful pervert sexually lusting over what he could never have. If he didn't feel like a pervert before and he certainly did, he felt like a pervert ogling his mother now. He felt like such a pervert for wanting to show his mother his cock. He felt like such a pervert for wanting to have sex with his mother. What was he thinking? Obviously she felt bad enough losing the house, why would he make her feel worse by showing her that he sexually lusted over her?

He wished he could stop incestuously lusting over his mother, a woman he'd never have a sexual relationship with any more than what they had in this moment with her standing before him in her bra and panty. Obviously, she was comfortable undressing in front of him. Obviously, her removing her blouse and jeans to stand before him in her bra and panty was not sexual to her. Obviously, she didn't sexually want him in the way that he sexually wanted her. He needed to stop incestuously lusting over his mother. He needed to be satisfied with seeing his mother in her sexy underwear and not shame himself and embarrass her by soliciting her and trying to seduce her for incestuous sex.

If she gave him anything sexually at all, by allowing him to see her in her underwear, she gave him new masturbation material, the most masturbation material she had ever given him. Now, while taking a shower, he couldn't wait to masturbate over all that he was seeing of her. After seeing her in her bra and panty, he was better able to imagine her topless and/or naked. Now he couldn't wait to masturbate while imagining his mother topless and/or naked. He couldn't wait to masturbate while imagining making out with his mother. He couldn't wait to masturbate while imagining touching and feeling his mother through her bra and panty. He couldn't wait to masturbate while imagining having sex with his mother. He couldn't wait. He just couldn't wait.

Embarrassing himself, he tried not to stare at his mother standing before him in her sexy underwear. Instead, a nearly impossible feat to ignore the twin elephants in the room, he tried not to stare at her bra clad breasts instead, he forced himself to stare at her pretty face. He tried to maintain eye contact but with the temptation of her beautiful body too great. He couldn't help himself from staring at her bra clad breasts, her panty clad pussy, and her round panty clad ass instead of staring into her beautiful, green eyes. Other than her lacy bra and thin, cotton panty, she was naked. Now that he had seen her in her underwear, he could more imagine what she'd look like topless and/or naked.

Berating himself for even having such a thought, he had this sudden urge to push her back on the bed, strip off her bra and panty, and have his wicked sexual way with her. Whether in her hand, in her mouth, or in her pussy or all three, he so wanted to stick his erect cock in his mother. He couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to make out with his mother while feeling her beautiful body through her underwear. He couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to strip off her bra and panty and feel her naked body while kissing and kissing her.

He imagined stripping himself naked in front of his mother. He imagined exposing her erect prick to her. He couldn't imagine what it would feel like for his mother to sexually touch and feel him in the way that he wanted to sexually touch and feel her. He couldn't imagine what it would feel like for his mother to stroke his cock before sucking his cock. He couldn't imagine what it would feel like to have his hard, erect cock in her hand, in her mouth, and/or buried in her warm, wet pussy.

"You shouldn't be looking at your mother like that," she said with a laugh.

Suddenly falling in a daze while staring, leering actually, at his mother, she interrupted his sexual daydream. Even though he was looking, staring at her, ogling her, and leering at his mother in a sexual way, he denied that he was.

"I'm not," he said knowing what she meant but he asked the question anyway. "Like what?"

As if it was a practiced move, a sexy move, and a sexual move, she tossed back her dark brown hair with a flip of her pretty head. Then, as if she was a fashion model posing after walking down the runway, she pushed out her hip and tilted her body to the side make her appear even more curvaceous than she was.

'Oh, my God,' he thought while staring at her, leering at her, and ogling her. 'She's so beautiful. She's so sexy.'

"You shouldn't look at me in a sexual way. You shouldn't look at me in the way that a man looks at woman. You shouldn't look at me in the way that you're looking at me now. That's not how a son should be looking at his mother," she said scolding him but not exactly rebuking him. She was more teasing him than admonishing him.

He lowered his gaze from her big, green eyes to stare again at the impressions her nipples made in her bra. As he had seen when she wears her nightgown without the modesty of wearing a bathrobe, she had big nipples that were even bigger when they were erect. Either she was cold, sexually aroused, or a combination of both but her nipples, as evidenced by the big impressions they made in her bra, were erect now. Then, moving his gaze still lower, he stared at the impression her pussy slit made in her panty.

Hypnotized by her beauty and sexuality, he stared at her as if he was in a hypnotic daze. He wished he could touch her through her underwear. He wished he could feel and fondle her tits, her pussy, and her ass through her panty and bra. He wished he could finger her big nipples through her bra while slowly rubbing her pussy slit through her panty. He wished he could feel her beautiful body through her bra and panty while kissing her, French kissing her before making love to her. Hard to imagine making love to his mother, he more wanted to fuck his mother.

"You still have a wicked, hot body," he said finally looking up at her pretty face.

As if she didn't know that she had a wicked, hot body, she acted ignorantly innocent. With feigned modesty, she acted as if she didn't have a wicked, hot body. Putting her hands to her tummy, she looked down at herself before looking up at him.

"I do?"

She turned to the side before turning to look at her panty clad ass in the mirror.

"You're a MILF, Ma," he blurted with a laugh while immediately realizing what he had just said.

'Oh, shit,' he thought. 'Fuck,' he did it now. He called his mother a MILF. Even though she most certainly was, why did he call his mother a MILF? That's his mother and not some drunken whore of a cougar he met in a bar.

As soon as he said that, called his mother a MILF, a mother he'd like to fuck, he was sorry that he said that. He couldn't believe he called his mother a MILF to her face. He couldn't believe he just confessed that he'd love to fuck his mother.

"I'm a what?"

She looked at him as if he had complimented her in a foreign language. He could feel himself turning red.

"A MILF," he said softly. "You're a mother that I'd like to um,—"

Having already said more than enough, too much, he stopped talking to swallow his words.

"I'm a mother that you'd like to what?" She looked at her son and when he didn't answer her, she asked him another question. "Tell me. I want to know. What does MILF mean?"

Instead of looking at her, he looked down at the carpet.

"Um, it means, that you're a mother that I'd like to fuck," he said turning red.

She gave him a sexy look that made him want to admit that he'd love nothing more than to have sex with her. She gave him a sexy look that made him want to admit that he'd love nothing more than to make love to her. She gave him a sexy look that made him want to admit that he'd love nothing more than to fuck her. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to fuck his mother.

Whether he was perversely perverted or not, he wasn't embarrassed or ashamed that he not only wanted to have incestuous sex with his mother but also that he wanted to fuck his mother. He wanted to pound her pussy hard and fast until she had an orgasm. Then, after he fucked her, after he gave her an orgasm, he wanted her to suck him. He wanted to cum in her mouth and watch her swallow his cum.

Instead of reprimanding him, instead of making him feel bad about himself, she gave him a sexy look. She gave him a naughty look that made him feel exposed on the inside. Then, she gave him a sexy smile that made him feel naked on the outside. She was so pretty when she looked at him in that way.

Truth be told, none of this was his fault. Truth be told, her lusting over his mother was all of her fault. She had no one to blame but herself. It was all her fault for unbuttoning her blouse in front of him. It was all her fault for removing her blouse in front of him. It was all her fault for removing her jeans in front of him. It was all her fault from standing in front of him in her panty and bra. It was all her fault for being born so beautiful and so sexy. It wasn't his fault that she was his mother and he was her son.

"You'd like to fuck me?" She stared at him while waiting for him to reply. When he stared at the carpet instead of looking at her, she continued in her motherly interrogation of him. "You'd like to fuck your mother? You want to have incestuous sex with me?" She laughed. "Is that it? Is that what a MILF is? I never knew what that acronym meant until now," she said suddenly acting as if he had just complimented her instead of insulted her.

He looked at her looking at him. Other than staring down at the carpet, in the way she was looking at him, he knew there was nothing he could possibly say to hide his sexual attraction from her. Other than to cover the bulge in his pants with his hands, in the way she was looking at him, he'd only make his erection appear more obvious. Other than to turn around and face the other way, especially in the way she was looking at him, he knew there was nothing he could do to hide his growing erection that tented his pants from her.

So sexually obvious, too sexually obvious, with men getting hard, men were so sexually obvious. Totally opposite, women were more sexually, secretly discreet. With women getting wet and men getting hard, it was so much easier to read the horniness and/or sexual attraction of a man to a woman than it was to read the horniness and/or sexual attraction of a woman to a man. The biggest proof that he wanted to have sex with his mother was his growing erection that pushed against his pants. Feeling sick to his stomach that his mother now knows that not only is he sexually attracted to her but also that he wants to have sex with her and fuck her, he felt like the incestuous pervert that he is.