Losing the House but Winning Mom 09

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Mother and son rekindle their incestuous feelings by having sex on Christmas.

Jennifer readied herself for bed while her son used the guest bathroom. He hadn't used this bathroom yet and wanted to know what it was like to use this bathroom compared to his bathroom. Obviously feeling sexy or horny, as the case may be, perhaps from the wine consumption or perhaps because her son volunteered to sleep with her, Jennifer put on her sheerest, shortest, and sexiest nightgown.

With him already long gone but with him seemingly always on her mind, especially around the holidays, it was a nightgown that she never got to wear for her husband. Still in the box, she chose this particular nightgown to wear for Michael because it opened in front as if it was a sarong or a full body kilt without the big pin keeping it closed where it needed to be kept closed. Depending on who she was wearing the nightgown for, her boyfriend, her husband, her lover or, in this case, her son, the nightgown was deemed sexy or even obscene by all that it showed of her naked body. Being that she was wearing this nightgown for Michael, indeed it was obscene that a mother would show so very much of her naked body to her son.

Obviously with this nightgown and with her ready to show Michael so very much of her shapely, sexy, naked body, she was ready for sex. She was ready to sexually tease him and incestuously entice him before giving him sex. Seemingly, she enjoyed the foreplay, the flashing, the teasing, the holding, the hugging, the cuddling, the spooning, the touching, the feeling, the fondling, and the kissing as much as she enjoyed the actual sex. Yet, in the way that they had a difficult time crossing the imaginary line of incest before, as if this was the first time that mother and son were about to be sexually intimate, that same imaginary line of incest reappeared again now.

It was one thing to have incestuous sex in a motel room in California, but not here, not in this house, their new home. Perhaps putting a curse on the house, having incestuous sex here would defile the house. It was one thing to have incestuous sex because they felt so sad after losing their house, but now that he's so happy in his new life and she should be happy too, one would think that incestuous sex was off the table. After being given a million dollars to buy this house and all of the furnishings, his truck, her car, and their clothes, what's their excuse to have sex now?

This is their new life. As if weighing themselves down with the past, why drag their old life back in their new life to ruin that life too? Thinking that they'd learn from their mistakes, and with a mother having sex with her son the biggest mistake of all, why repeat the mistakes they made before all over again now? How dare they fall back on their old habits when this is their chance to start all over again without having the shame and the guilt of incest ruining everything?

A one-time thing that they now needed to forget, if they never have incestuous sex again, they've a better chance of putting their forbidden, sexual past behind them. If they never have incestuous sex again, they could concentrate on finding someone, a man for her and a woman for him. If they never have incestuous sex again, they could get on with their life as if having sex with one another never happened. Indeed, if they never have incestuous sex again, they could pretend that what sexually happened between them that Halloween night never happened.

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With only one button at the neck holding her shamelessly sexy nightgown closed, her beyond naughty nightgown looked like an oversized, wrap around cape with two big holes for her arms and one for her neck. Having only worn this nightgown once to bed, she choose to wear this nightgown again now. Obviously because of how sexy she looked wearing this negligee, she was eager to wear this nightie again now.

The last time she wore this nightgown, because it was so sheer and showed everything, when she looked at herself in the mirror, she felt so sexy. She felt so wicked. She felt like a whore. On the flipside of that coin, the last time she wore this nightgown, realizing her reality of not having a man in her life, the nightgown made her feel sad and sexually frustrated. The last time she wore this nightgown, she masturbated herself while thinking of a man touching her, feeling her, kissing her, making love to her, and fucking her. Obvious now ready to make her sexual fantasy her sexual reality, the last time she wore this nightgown, she thought of having forbidden sex with her son.

After she wore this negligee just once and after she masturbated herself while wearing the nightgown, she returned the nightie to the box to never wear it again. Now, obviously eager to wear this particular nightgown again, no doubt it had been a long time since she felt sexy enough to wear it. Obviously, by wearing this nightgown tonight, she wanted Michael to see her in this particular nightgown. With the nightgown making a statement without words, clearly showing her breasts, her pussy, and her ass, the nightgown screamed sex. Obviously eager to wear it again, perhaps because the unbuttoned opening gave her son free access to her naked body, she wanted him to touch her and feel her while making love to her and before fucking her.

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Ready to sleep with his mother again, ready to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, spoon her, and hopefully even dry hump her, as if he was room service and they were at a swank hotel, Michael lightly knocked on her bedroom door. Filled with the anticipation of having sex with his mother again, he couldn't wait to touch her and to feel her while kissing her. He wondered if she'd allow him to make love to her again. He wondered if she'd allow to fuck her again. He wondered if she'd suck his cock and allow him to cum in her mouth again.

Only, instead of having sex, maybe she just wanted him to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, and spoon her while she slept. Yet, if that's all that she wanted to do, better than sleeping alone in his own bed and masturbating himself, he'd rather be in bed with his mother. He'd rather be sleeping next to her to feel her warmth and to feel her breathing. Maybe she'd allow him to sleep in her bed every night. Perhaps, after a while, catching her at a weak and vulnerable moment, with him already there in bed with her, she'd have sex with him again.

"Mom? Are you decent?"

Decent? Such an oxymoronic word when describing his mother? What does decent even mean when a mother is practically naked behind her bedroom door after inviting her son to sleep with her? Even if she was decently dressed, that still wouldn't make her decent.

Just as there was nothing decent about him with him already having an erection with the thoughts of bedding his mother, there was nothing decent about her. There was nothing decent about incest. Incest was wrong. Incest was nasty. Incest between a mother and her son was the worst kind of incest.

How dare she? How dare he? How dare they? What's wrong with them to want to have sex with one another? If only they knew there was nothing decent about incestuous sex. If only he knew there was nothing decent about his mother.

After they had sex the first time and once they had sex again, he'd forever be deemed perversely perverted for having sex with his mother and she'd forever be deemed an incestuous whore for having sex with her son. Whatever love and affection they felt for one another, in the eyes of the world's opinion, him having sex with his mother makes him a pervert and her having sex with her son makes her a whore. What does decent mean when a mother invited her son to sleep with her in her bed? Just as he wasn't decent to want to sleep with his mother, she wasn't decent to want to sleep with her son. How dare they even use the word decent in regards to their forbidden, incestuous affair? Decency was oxymoronic to incest.

With his mind reeling with the sexual anticipation of sleeping in the same bed with his mother again, morals aside he hoped she wasn't decently dressed. No need to worry about her being morally decent and modestly shy, when she stripped off her clothes in that motel room and stood before him naked, she had already shown him that she was indecently immoral and immodestly wicked. Not one to disappoint her son in the way that her son would never disappoint his mother, once they crossed that line of incest, with decency pushed aside for incest, neither of them would ever be decent again.

With incestuous thoughts on his mind, the last thing he wanted his mother to be was decent. He needed her to be indecently naked again. He'd rather his mother be an incestuous whore in the way she was in that motel room. In the way she willingly stripped herself naked and was immorally and immodestly standing before him naked in the motel room, he hoped she was standing naked behind her bedroom door in her bedroom. He hoped she'd sleep in the nude again in the way she did at the motel. He hoped that she'd open her bedroom door naked and insist that he'd be naked too.

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"Come in Michael," she said in her sweet voice.

As if she was a spider and he was her a fly, seemingly she was ready to entangle him in her web of incest. Seemingly if judging her by how she was dressed or wasn't dressed to receive her son, hopefully she was ready to suck him dry. As soon as he opened her bedroom door and walked inside her bedroom, she got up from the dressing table and when she stood her nightgown caught itself on the dressing table drawer. Already flashing her son her naked body from her breasts down to her pussy, her nightgown was wide open for an instant before she quickly pulled it from the drawer and closed her nightgown. He wondered if she was flashing him deliberately or by accident.

Yet, with her sudden flash happening so fast, too fast, he didn't have time to react in his stare to see anything other than knowing that she's naked beneath her nightgown. Too busy looking to see how much he could see of his mother's naked body through the sheer, sexy material of her nightgown, he didn't have time to notice her nakedness when her negligee parted open. At first when he saw that she was wearing a dressing gown, he was disappointed that she wasn't naked. Yet, this flimsy, nearly see-through nightgown that opened all the way down at the front was the next, best thing to her being naked. With her every movement, he saw a quick flash of her breasts and/or pussy. This nightgown was beyond sexy.

She walked over to him to wrap her arms around his neck and to give him a kiss on the lips. With so much incestuous lust and sexual passion in her kiss, when she kissed him, he so wanted to slip her his tongue and French kiss her while sliding a slow hand down to feel and squeeze her practically naked ass. When she kissed him, he wanted to wrap his arms around her waist and pull her closer and impale her with his erection through his pajama bottoms. When she kissed him, he wanted to feel her big breasts while fingering her erect nipples. When she kissed him, he wanted to move a hand between her legs and insert his finger in her pussy to feel if she was as wet as he was hard. When she kissed him, he wanted to push her back on her bed, spread her legs, and bury his face in her pussy to lick her long enough to give her an orgasm before making love to her and before fucking her.

"Wow! What's that for?"

Surprised that his mother kissed him on his lips, after she had been so cool and standoffish sexually to him the last several weeks, he looked at her looking at him. He so wanted to slip his mother his tongue and French kiss her but he didn't dare. This was his mother after all and not some barroom slut who brought him back to her apartment for a booty call and one-time sex. Besides he didn't want to ruin things by rushing things. Rather taking it slow, hoping for a replay of Halloween night in the motel, whatever happens will happen once he was in bed with her. A big step and a giant leap, this was the first time he was in her bedroom when she was wearing her nightgown and what a sexy nightgown it was.

Her nightgown was so beautiful and she looked so sexy wearing it. So sheer and so sexy, now that she was standing next to him in the bright light of her bedroom, he could see that she was naked beneath the practically see-through material. As if he was a spy noticing every detail of her shapely naked body, giving him a peek-a-boo shot of what lay beneath the flimsy material, he couldn't help but notice that her nightgown opened in the front whenever she moved. If she wasn't expecting him to give her sex, then he didn't know why she'd wear something so revealing, so easy to open, and something that gave him complete access to her naked body.

Nearly bursting his eyeballs out of his head, she briefly flashed him enough of her dark brown, trimmed pussy for him to know that she wasn't wearing panties. Was his mother ready for sex or was her not wearing panties her way of being comfortable for bed? Quickening his pulse, her nightgown parted long enough for him to see that her pussy was still neatly trimmed in the way that it was Halloween night. Even though he saw her pussy before when she stripped herself naked and stood in front of him naked in the motel room, it was excitingly shocking to see her pussy again. As if he was seeing her pussy for the first time, he couldn't believe he just saw his mother's pussy again.

His mother's cunt was always such a meaningful phrase to him. He couldn't believe he saw his mother's cunt again. Moreover, as if she was his Christmas gift and she was wrapped in pale, pink, chiffon, tissue paper, he couldn't believe she was wearing that to bed with him lying beside her. While holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, spooning her, and perhaps even dry humping her, he couldn't wait for his long fingers to be in contact with his mother's cunt.

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In the way that he was a voyeur, he wondered if his mother was an exhibitionist. It would be his sexual fantasy come true if she was. In the way she readily stripped off her clothes in front of him, maybe she enjoyed flashing her body not only to him but to others too. In the way she paraded around that motel room wearing just her panties and bra, maybe she enjoyed not only teasing him but also sexually teasing all men while wearing just her underwear. In the way she stood before him topless before standing before him naked, what woman would so willingly expose her naked body to any man unless she was an exhibitionist? More than just incestuous sex and aside from her being an incestuous whore, what mother would freely allow her son to see her in her underwear, topless, and/or naked unless she was an exhibitionist?

He wondered if she'd wear this nightgown to answer the front door the next time they ordered pizza. Not even needing to give him a tip, he could only imagine the look on the delivery man's face when seeing his mother wearing this. He wondered if he could convince her to wear this nightgown the next time they had a repairman in the house. He'd love to see the look on the face of the plumber, the electrician, or the handyman when seeing his mother in this nearly see-through nightgown. When the weather was warmer, he'd love to see his mother parading around the pool while wearing this nightgown and while the pool man or the landscaping man was trying to do their job.

"Yoo-hoo," he imagined his mother calling to them while carrying a tray of iced tea. "I brought you something cool to drink."

He imagined her emerging from the house and calling their attention to look at her. He imagined her carrying the tray of beverages chest high. With every step she took, he imagined her nightgown parting from the neck down to show them her naked tits and naked pussy. If she wore this outside, with just the slightest breeze, they could see so very much more of her naked body. They could see her tits and her pussy and when she turned to return to the house, they could see her naked ass through the nightgown as if she wasn't wearing anything.

He thought of all the sexy fun he could have with his mother. In the way that he was a voyeur, hoping she was, he couldn't help but wondered if his mother was an exhibitionist. In the way she was always flashing him up skirts and down blouses, in addition to her being sexually attracted to him as he is sexually attracted to her, maybe she was an exhibitionist. He'd love for his mother to flash unsuspecting men up skirt flashes of her panties and down blouse peeks of her cleavage and bra. He'd love to flash men his mother's underwear clad, topless, and/or naked body in the way she flashed him underwear clad, topless, and naked body at the motel. In the way she was flashing him her naked body now, he'd love for his mother to flash unsuspecting men her naked body later.

He imagined all the fun they could have at the mall. In hindsight, oblivious to her flashing men her panties, cleavage, and bra before, he recalled it now. He remembered when his mother was shopping for shoes, whether deliberately or inadvertently, she gave the shoe store salesman quite the between her legs show when flashing him her white, bikini panties. When he measured her foot and helped her try on a pair of shoes, she parted her knees enough to flash him her white, bikini panties. From where he was sitting on a little stool across from her, he had the perfect up skirt view of her panty clad pussy. Then, when she leaned down to fuss with her shoe, he had the perfect down blouse view of her cleavage and bra down her blouse. If the job of a shoe salesmen wasn't the best job in the world, then he didn't know what was.

In hindsight, oblivious to it before, whether it was deliberate or accidental, he recalled her flashing men now. He remembered when his mother was shopping for skirts, dresses, and blouses, with all of the stores they walked by in the mall, she chose the only women's clothing store that still had curtains on the dressing room. In and out of that dressing room a dozen times, she had a practiced, quick, one-handed way of closing that curtain so that the end of the curtain was always open enough for any man looking to see undressing and dressing.

In hindsight, oblivious to it before, he recalled her flashing men now. He remembered when his mother was trying on bikinis, she was giving men standing outside of her dressing room, while waiting for their wives and girlfriends, quite a show of her beautiful body. With his mother always deep in thought, he thought she was just being her oblivious self. He never thought that his mother might be deliberately flashing men her body in all manner of undress. Normally making him possessive jealous, instead it made him horny to watch other men staring at his mother's underwear clad, topless, and/or naked body.

'Wow! If only I knew then what I know now, I would have helped her flash.'

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'Oh, my God,' he thought to himself.

With her wearing that flimsy nightgown, he couldn't wait to hold her. He couldn't wait to hug her. He couldn't wait to cuddle her. He couldn't wait to spoon her. He couldn't wait to dry hump her. While lying in bed next to her, he couldn't wait to feel and touch his MILF of a mother everywhere a son should never be allowed to touch his MILF of a mother. Only, with it such a long time since they were incestuously intimate, as if this was the first time, he'd have to start all over again.

"It's Christmas silly and you're standing beneath the mistletoe," she said laughing while looking up at the mistletoe dangling over his head. She removed her arms from around his neck to readjust and close her nightgown that had parted open again. "Merry Christmas Michael," she said kissing him on the lips while briefly flashing him her tits and pussy again before closing her nightgown.