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Imagining kissing her, French kissing her, and really making out with his mother, he'd like nothing more than to feel and fondle his mother's shapely tits while fingering her big nipples. He'd love nothing more than to suck his mother's big tits while reaching around her to feel her round, naked ass. Even though his feelings for his mother right then were sexual, he had this overwhelming love for his mother too.
Only, who was he kidding? He wasn't even kidding himself, never mind kidding his mother. Much more than love, what he felt for his mother was sexual. What he felt for his mother was incest.
Not only did he want to make love to his mother but also he wanted to fuck his mother. Forget about making love to her, he wanted to do every dirty, nasty, sexually, incestuous thing to his mother's naked body, especially now after seeing her naked. Pushing her down to her knees and putting a hand behind her pretty head, he wanted to hump her mouth while fucking her face. He wanted to cum in his mother's mouth after cumming in her pussy. He wanted to watch his mother swallow his cum after giving her an orgasm with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock.
He'd love nothing more than to kiss his mother, French kiss her, while feeling her everywhere that a son should never touch his mother, never mind sexually feel his mother. He'd love nothing more than to part his mother's lips with his tongue while holding her naked body against his naked body. Only, forbidden fruit and with an incestuous relationship strictly taboo, she was his mother and he was her son.
He was baffled. What son would sexually lust over his mother? He was in a complete quandary. What mother would parade around her son in her underwear? What mother would remove her bra in front of her son show him her naked breasts? What mother would remove her panties and show her son her naked ass and pussy? Under the pretense of getting their sexual and incestuous feelings out of the way, even he didn't believe that malarkey.
It was one thing for her to strip herself naked in front of him but she'd never have sex with him. She'd never suck his cock in the way he wished she'd suck his cock. She'd never fuck him in the way he wished he could and so wanted to fuck her. Even though she stripped herself naked and asked him what he thought of her naked body, it was one thing to ogle her naked body but it was quite another thing for him to feel and fondle her naked body. It was one thing for him to ogle her naked body but it was quite another thing for him to sexually kiss his mother and have sex with his mother.
How dare he disrespect his mother by wanting to have incestuous sex with her? How dare he lust over his mother's naked body in the way he'd sexually lust over a woman he picked up at a bar or at a club? How dare he lust over his mother's naked body in the way he'd sexually lust over a slut, a whore, a stripper, or a prostitute? He needed to reel in the incestuous lust that he had for his mother before he made a dreadful mistake. He needed to stop this forbidden sexual fantasy before he made an incestuous mistake. He needed to stop this forbidden sexual lunacy before he made a sexual pass at his mother that she'd never accept and that he'd regret.
More to do with perverse sex than with the natural and normal love felt between a mother and son, he needed to understand that even though he was seeing his mother naked, his incestuous lusting over his mother wasn't normal. It wasn't right. It was just wrong. He needed to understand that her stripping herself naked in front of him wasn't sexual to her, at all. Only, unable separate the two, love and sex, everything he did, every thought and every desire was sexual to him just as everything she did was sexual to him too.
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Sex, it was all about sex. The naughty look she gave him was sexual. Sex, it was all about sex. The sexy smile she gave him was sexual. Sex, it was all about sex. The flirting, the teasing, and the enticing were all sexual. Sex, sex, and more sex, his attraction to his mother was all about sex and had nothing to do with love.
Of course, the fact that she was his mother and the fact that he loved her, made his sexual attraction he felt that much more sexually exciting. Yet, his sexual attraction was more about sex, incestuous sex, than it was about love and about the love felt between a mother and her son. He'd do her right now, if she gave him the green light. He'd lick her pussy before making love to his mother. He'd fuck his mother right here and right now before expecting her to suck his cock, allow him to cum in her mouth, and swallow his warm, oozy load.
Sex and incest, it was all about sex and incest. Her unbuttoning her blouse in front of him was incestuously sexual. Sex and incest, it was all about sex and incest. Her removing her jeans in front of him was incestuously sexual. Sex and incest, it was all about sex and incest. Her parading around him in her bra and panties was incestuously sexual. Sex and incest, it was all about sex and incest. Her removing her bra and then her panties in front of him was incestuously sexual and not normal. Sex and incest, it was all about sex and incest. Sex and incest, sex and incest, sex and incest, every thought he had about his mother was incestuously sexual.
Her asking him her opinion of her naked body was purely incestuously sexual. Her turning around and posing for him while he stared at her ass, her pussy, and her tits was incestuously sexual. Especially now, with her still standing before him naked, he was having a hard time defining what was normal and what was perverse. He was having a hard time determining what was love, what was sexual, and what was incestuous. He sometimes had a hard time determining exactly what he felt for his mother. Did he feel love, real love, or did he feel lust, incestuous lust?
"No. I don't think that you have a good body," he said with a straight face before giving her shit eating grin. "You have an amazing body. You have an incredible body. You have a phenomenal body. You have the body of a 30-year-old woman instead of a 42-year-old woman. You have the best body I've ever seen," he said. "You have the body of someone like Eva Mendes. Definitely, with a body like your body and with you nearly the same age, you could be Eva Mendes' twin sister."
She blushed. She swooned. Apparently, by complimenting her body and comparing her to Eva Mendes, he said the right things to her.
"Thank you," she said.
Not embarrassed by his stare or ashamed by his leer, she surprised him with her lack of modesty by not getting dressed and not even covering her nakedness with her hands or forearms. She just stood there naked as if she was fully dressed. She just stood there naked as if she wasn't his mother but some older woman, a cougar that he brought home for the night. She just stood there naked as if she was an artist's nude model. Allowing him to enjoy the view and the forbidden, voyeuristic pleasure of her naked body, she just stood there allowing him to stare and leer at her naked body. She seemed to get off on her son seeing her naked as much as he was getting off on seeing his mother naked.
A son ogling his mother's nakedness and a mother allowing her son to see all that he wanted to see of her was just not only incestuous but also it just was not right. With this not a quick flash, a brief peep, or a sneak peak, a mother allowing her son to have a prolonged look of her naked body was expressly forbidden. With one encouraging the other, she was seemingly enjoying exposing herself as much as he was enjoying seeing his mother naked.
Even if he did nothing but stare, leer, and ogle his naked mother, this was incestuous. Even if he didn't touch or feel his mother's naked body, this was incest. This was taboo. This was wrong, so wrong. Yet, it was right, so right. Seemingly she was just as incestuously titillated as he was. Seemingly she was just as sexually attracted to him as he was sexually to her. Seemingly she wanted to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with her.
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"I can't believe you're allowing me to see you naked," he said hoping he didn't ruin her naked show by embarrassing her, making her feel uncomfortable, and forcing her to cover her nakedness. "I can't believe that I'm seeing you naked Mom," he said not knowing what else to say. He paused while staring at her tits, her ass, and her pussy. "I've always wondered what you look like without your clothes," he said while wanting to confess that he had always imagined her without her clothes while masturbating himself. "You're so beautiful."
It was as if showing him her naked body was his reward for going through all the shit of losing their house. It was as if showing him her naked body was his reward for having to pack up a rental truck. It was as if showing him her naked body was his reward for having to unload the truck to put their possessions in storage. In the way she seemed to enjoy him ogling her naked body, she seemed to enjoy showing him her naked body.
Without her having any modesty, embarrassment, or shame, and with her making no attempt to conceal her nakedness from him, she just allowed him to enjoy the prolonged, naked view of her shapely body. In the matter of just a few hours, she went from the morally modest mother that she was to the incestuous whore that she is now. In the matter of just a few hours, she went from her showing no interest in sex to her sexually wanting him.
As if she was a nude model, she turned one way before turning the other. As if daring him to touch her, feel her, and have sex with her, she showed him all that he wanted to see of her naked body. She turned her back to him for him to see and ogle her naked ass in the way that he was ogling her naked tits and her naked pussy. As if daring him to feel her, she stood there with her arms by her side. She did everything but to bend over and touch her toes. Then, she turned to face him to address him.
"Well, now that you've seen me naked, with my nakedness out in the open and out of the way, we can stop all of this immature mother and son foolishness, sexual nonsense, incestuous embarrassment, and conforming morality and false modesty," she said. "Now that you've seen me naked, you can stop incestuously lusting over me and masturbating yourself over me," she said with a dirty laugh. "Now that you've seen me naked, perhaps we can return to being a normal mother and son." She gave him her best motherly smile. "Okay?"
She knows he had been sexually lusting over her? In the way he looks at her, stares at her, and leers at her, how could she not know he wants to have sex with her? She knows he had been masturbating over her while imagining seeing her naked as he was now, as well as imagining having sex with her as he hoped to have soon? With them living in the same house and now in the same small room, how could she not know that he masturbates over the thoughts of her naked and having sex with him?
Actually, what she said made sense on the surface but with him sexually attracted to her seemingly just as much as she was sexually attracted to him, who was she kidding? Just as he'd never stop masturbating over the thought of her naked and having sex with him, he'd never stop lusting over her. Unable to stop himself from looking at his mother sexually, and incestuously, he agreed with her nonetheless. What else could he do?
"Okay," he said while still continuing to ogle her naked body.
Only, with her still standing before him naked, he was confused. Was she really showing him her naked body just to put the immature foolishness, nonsense, embarrassment, and false modesty aside or was she flashing him her naked body because she wanted to have sex with him? Was her stripping naked part of her plan to sexually tease him, erotically entice him, and incestuously seduce him? Was she sexually attracted to him as he was sexually attracted to her? Did she want to have incestuous sex with him as much as he wanted to have incestuous sex with her? Then, continuing to shock him, she said something that surprised him even more.
"Now that you've seen me without my clothes," she said pausing to stare down at the bulge his erection made in his jeans. "Show me what you look like without your clothes," she said further shocking the shit out of him.
Only, he was more concerned with seeing his mother's naked body than he was in showing his mother his naked body. Then, when he didn't respond to her wanting to see him naked, she removed her flannel nightgown from her drawer, put it on over her head, and covered her nakedness. Show over. As fast as she was naked, she was wearing her heavy, flannel nightgown. As fast as she was his imagined incestuous lover, she returned to being his modestly moral mother. Only, after having seen her in her bra and panty, after having seen her topless, and after having seen her naked, she'd never be his modestly moral mother again.
Still, for as long as he shall live, he would never forget his mother in her sexy low cut bra and white bikini panty. For as long as he shall live, he would never forget her slowly removing her bra. For as long as he shall live, he would never forget seeing his mother's naked tits, her areolas, and her nipples. For as long as he shall live, he would never forget his mother naked. For as long as he shall live, he'd be masturbating over seeing his mother in her bra and panty, topless, and naked.
She sat on the bed looking at him in the way he was looking her. Seemingly, the point of no return, this was a defining moment between mother and son. With her already showing him her naked body, if he showed her his naked body, no doubt, their next step would be to have sex. Once they crossed that line of incest, they could never go back. Once they opened Pandora's Box of incestuous lust, sex, and debauchery, doomed to forever play in the Devil's playground, they'd be forever damned.
Yet, neither one was thinking about the repercussions of having incestuous sex. Neither one was pondering the ramifications of what would happen after they had sex. With fantasy much more fun, neither one was thinking about the reality of incest between a mother and her son. Lost in their sexual lust for one another, obviously both were just thinking of the here and the now. Seemingly neither one cared what would happen after they had sex. As long as they were both okay with it, with on one else there in their lives to answer to, it was no one's business what they did behind closed, motel doors. With the both of them now dancing to the beat of a different drummer, their drumbeat set the mood for what was to happen next.
Nonetheless their lack of concern for the consequences of having incestuous sex, there was always consequences for everything especially for delving in the forbidden. What would happen after he made love to his mother and she made love to him? What would happen after he fucked his mother and she fucked him? What would happen after he licked his mother to orgasmic pleasure and she sucked him until he ejaculated his cum in her mouth and she swallowed? Too late then, yet they wouldn't know what really would happen until after they had delved in the forbidden and had incestuous sex.
If they had incestuous sex, they could never return to being just mother and son. If they had incestuous sex, instead of just being mother and son, they'd be lovers. If they had incestuous sex, they'd always have the guilt, the shame, and the badge of what was forbidden was now their badge of shame to bear. With the capital letter I of incest, Somerset Maugham's modern day scarlet letter, they'd always have that guilt that others will suspect and that people would know that they were sexually intimate. No longer innocent, self-righteous, and guilt free, they'd both bear the heavy load of having incestuous sex.
She stared at him in the way he stared at her. Only, he was giving her a nervous and sexually excited look when she was giving him a sexy smile along with her naughty look. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe her. His mother was undressing him with her eyes.
As if he was beefcake Brad, a CFNM stripper she met in a strip club, she stared at him with as much sexual, incestuous lust as he was staring at her. Only, with her his mother and naked only a minute before, he didn't have to undress her with his eyes. He already knew what she looked like in her underwear, topless, and naked. Having just seen her naked, she was still naked in his mind. Naked, naked, naked, he finally saw his mother naked.
Now, even with her wearing her heavy, flannel nightgown, he could still clearly imagine her as if she was sitting on the bed naked. Even with her wearing her heavy, flannel nightgown, he could still see the shape and the size of her shapely breasts. Even with her wearing her heavy, flannel nightgown, he could tell she had a great figure beneath all of that soft, raised cotton. Even with her wearing her heavy, flannel nightgown, he could still see her big nipples pushing against the thick, cotton material.
"What do you mean?"
Even though he heard what she had said, he pretended that he didn't understand what she had said. Just as he knew exactly what she said, he knew exactly what she meant. In the way he saw his mother's naked tits, ass, and pussy, his mother wanted to see his naked prick. He couldn't believe his mother wanted to see his naked prick. Seemingly she was just as horny as he was. Maybe she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her.
"Strip. Show me what you've got," she said putting a finger to her lips while laughing at his confusion. "I showed you my naked body now you show me your naked body," she said with a dirty laugh, a sexy smile, and a naughty look. "It's the only way to quell this incestuous lust that you have for me," she said. "In the way that I showed you my tits, my ass, and my pussy, you need to show me your cock."
What made sense to him on the surface before didn't make sense at all to him now. Instead of quelling his incestuous lust, as soon as he saw his mother's naked body, she inflamed his incestuous lust. Even though she told him that her stripping herself naked was to remove all of the shame, the guilt, the embarrassment, and the nonsense incestuous nudity between mother and son, it only made it worse. Moreover, he knew as soon as he showed his mother his cock, he'd want her to touch him, stroke him, suck him, and fuck him. As soon as he showed his mother his cock, he'd want to touch her and feel her through her nightgown while kissing her.
As if he was sitting across from a player calling his bluff in Texas Hold'em, something he thought he'd love to do, strip naked in front of his mother, he now felt embarrassed. It was one thing for his mother to strip naked in front of him but it was quite another thing for him to strip naked in front of his mother. He couldn't believe she wanted him to show her his cock. He couldn't believe she wanted to see his prick. Seemingly, with her acting just as horny as he was and with her wanting to see his naked body as much as he wanted to see her naked body, he couldn't believe his mother was as incestuously perverse as he was.
"Mom?"
He looked at her questioning her intentions while she looked down at the growing bulge in his jeans. He couldn't believe his mother stared at the lump his cock made in his pants in the way he stared at the impressions her nipples made in her bra and her pussy slit made in her panties. Immersed in a men's world with men the good guys and women the sluts and the whores, it was one thing for him to ogle his mother but it was quite another thing for his mother to ogle him. He never knew that women ogled men in the same way that men ogled women. He never realized that women sexually lusted over men in the way that men sexually lusted over women. He couldn't recall his mother ogling him until now.
