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"Ryan? Psst, Ryan," she whispered. "Are you awake?"
If he wasn't awake before, he was surely awake now that she turned on his bedroom light and was standing before his horny eyes nearly naked. Besides, she knew he was awake. As soon as she turned on his bedroom light, she heard him whisper her name and saw him eyeing her through the slits of his mostly closed eyes. As if he was a man and she was a woman instead of a son with his mother, he was sexually staring at his nearly naked mother in the way that she was staring at his huge erection.
"Mom? What is it? What's wrong?"
Taking the next incestuous step, while facing him, Susan sat on her son's bed by his knee. She couldn't believe she was sitting next to him wearing what she was wearing while in his brightly lit bedroom. She couldn't believe she was sitting next to her son with him having a huge erection. Her hand was only inches away from his throbbing and pulsating cock.
With her leg tucked beneath her and with her nightgown already risen past mid-thigh, giving him a fee show of her naked pussy, Ryan's line of view was looking right between his mother's shapely thighs. Something she normally does when wearing a nightgown, she wasn't wearing panties. Aware that she was giving her son an in-between her knees view of her blond, trimmed pussy, she was wicked in exposing her naked cunt to her son. The first time deliberately flashing her son her pussy, she may have given him accidental up-skirt views of her panties or up-nightgown, quick flashes of her naked pussy but she never gave him such a prolonged view of her cunt.
Acting as if and pretending that she didn't know that she was flashing him her naked pussy, she saw him looking, staring between her legs, and leering at her exposed cunt. As much as it sexually excited her to flash her son, it sexually excited her even more to know that he was staring and was sexually interested. As if he wasn't her son but just a young man she picked up and invited home, she suddenly felt a familiar wetness between her thighs. When she caught him staring, her nipples erected. When she caught him staring, he looked away obviously embarrassed that he was caught seeing so much of his naked mother.
Undoubtedly by his huge erection, early mornings were his horniest times and his mother was doing everything that she could to make him even hornier and more sexually uncomfortable. In the way that he obviously stared at her exposed pussy, she stared at his engorged prick. In the way that he leered at the impressions her naked breasts and nipples made through her nearly see-through nightgown, she leered at his erection. With her a single, working Mom, it had been quite a while since she had sex. It had been a long time since she had seen a prick, held a prick, stroked a prick, sucked a prick, and fucked a prick.
With his cock exposed through the thin sheet as much as her breasts were exposed through her sheer nightgown, little did he know that she could see as much of him as he could see of her. Little did he know that he was making her horny, too. Little did he know that she'd have sex with him if he dared to make a pass. In the way that she was sexually frustrated by not having a man in her life, to her benefit, she knew that he had been sexually frustrated since he broke up with his longtime girlfriend, his fuck buddy, Sarah, several months ago.
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"I'm awake now, Mother," he said with a laugh.
He rubbed his eyes as if he was dreaming at all that he was seeing of her through her sexy and nearly see-through nightgown. No longer looking away nor removing his eyes from her, he stared at the tops of his mother's abundant breasts, at her long line of exposed, sexy cleavage, and at the impressions her erect nipples made in her nightgown. Then, continuing to stare, he stared down again at his mother's exposed, glistening wet pussy. In the way that he stared at his mother's exposed cunt, she stared at her son's nearly naked prick.
"Good morning, Mom," he said talking more to her naked pussy and what he could see of her nearly naked tits than he was to her. "How are you today?"
Seemingly, he was nervous by all that he was seeing of his mother's beautiful, nearly naked body. He rubbed his eyes again as his obvious pretense for him to look longer at what she was showing him, and without him being caught staring. Awkward at least and incestuous at best, she was his mother after all and he was her son.
For her to sexually tease her son was incestuous just as for him to sexually lust over her was incestuous, too. It was one thing to sexually fantasize having sex with her but for him to want his mother in a sexually inappropriate way was forbidden. With her playing in the Devil's playground, she was tempting him to touch her, feel her, fondle her, and have sex with her. It was one thing to look but for him to stare and to want to have sex with his mother was something that would never happen.
Besides, unless he was from a background of sexual abuse or lived in an area where incest was more normal and accepted than not, what son would sexually lust over his mother? Just because Ryan incestuously lusted over his mother and perhaps even masturbated over her while imagining her naked and having sex with her, may not mean that he'd ever have sex with his mother. It was one thing to entertain the forbidden, lustful thoughts of having incestuous sex with his mother but it was quite something else to go through with having incestuous sex with his mother.
Besides, unless she was from a background of sexual abuse or lived in an area where incest was more normal and accepted than not, what mother would deliberately flash her son bits and pieces of her nude body? Just because Susan flashed her son most of her naked breasts and her naked pussy doesn't mean that she'd have incestuous sex with him, or would she? Even worse than a mother flashing her son, it was one thing for a mother to flash her son but it was quite something else for a mother to have sex with her son.
Even if she wanted to have sex with him, for her to want to have sex with Ryan was something that would never happen. The fact that she was his mother and he was her son counteracted and nullified any incestuous thoughts that they may harbor to have illicitly forbidden sex. Yet, how convenient would it be to have sex with Ryan while his sister was at school or at work? How hot would that be to have a live-in fuck buddy, even if he was her son and she was his mother?
Yet, she'd never have sex with her son. Most times, it was enough to erotically titillate, sensually tickle, and sexually tease one another. Most times it was enough to flash and lust over one another without having incestuous sex with one another. Most times, masturbation curbed whatever forbidden desires and lascivious thoughts of inappropriate sex they may have had but not this time. This time, with her taking this incestuous, sexual teasing to the next level, was different.
By the look of shame on his face, he obviously felt guilty for sexually staring at his mother's nearly naked breasts and naked cunt. Assuredly never believing that his mother would deliberately flash him her tits and/or her pussy, especially her pussy, he obviously blamed himself for his incestuously thoughts and not her for flashing him. Only, as much as he couldn't stop himself from staring at all that his mother was showing, he couldn't control himself from developing a harder and bigger erection by all that he was seeing of her.
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If only he knew that his mother was deliberately flashing him, what would he say? What would he think? What would he do? If only he knew his mother was as interested in his cock as he was in her pussy, what would he say? What would he think? What would he do? If only he knew his mother would willingly masturbate him, suck him, and/or fuck him, then would he make an incestuous, sexual pass at his mother? Would he willingly have incestuous sex with his mother if she was willing to have incestuous sex with him?
At the right time and in the right place, if only in this moment he knew that his mother sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her, what would he say? What would he think? What would he do?
Obviously, in the way that he stared at her with loved mixed with sexual lust, he thought of his mother as innocent as he thought of himself as an incestuously perverted. Obviously, he thought his mother was blameless in her accidentally flashing him while he thought that he was wicked in his incestuous lust for her by staring at all that she was showing and all that he was seeing. Obviously, he felt shamelessly guilty for sexually and incestuously not only staring all that he could see of his mother's nearly naked tits and all that he could see of her naked pussy but for also wanting to have sex with his mother?
Never blaming their mothers for flashing their sons, what sons would think any less of their mothers in thinking that they were incestuous whores? Blaming themselves for their incestuous lust, what sons would think any less of their mothers that their Moms sexually wanted them in the way that they sexually wanted their mothers? What sons would think any less of their mothers in knowing that their Moms had a sexual life before they were born? What sons would even suspect that their mothers were just as sexual, as horny, and masturbated as much as they did? What sons would think that their mothers masturbated themselves never mind sucked cocks?
No doubt thinking that his mother was inadvertently flashing him her nearly naked tits and especially her naked pussy, wouldn't he be surprised, shocked even to know that his mother was deliberately flashing him her nearly naked tits and her naked pussy? Wouldn't he be surprised, shocked even to know that his mother suddenly sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her? Wouldn't he be surprised, shocked even to know that his mother was without shame, embarrassment, guilt, and/or remorse for her son to see her naked? Pussy for picket sign, wouldn't he be surprised, shocked even to know that his mother would willingly give her son sex for him to agree to demonstrate naked with her on Nude Day?
With her soon to be demonstrating naked against the deplorably unfair treatment of women, she obviously didn't care how much she showed her son of her shapely, naked body and how much he saw of her shapely, naked body. Yet, with her soon to be demonstrating naked against the deplorably unfair treatment of women, she was being counterproductive in what she was instilling in her son by flashing him her nearly naked tits and her naked pussy. In the way that women have tempted men with sex since Adam and Eve, using her sexual charms, she was sexually abusing her role as Ryan's mother.
In the hopes of getting him to demonstrated naked with her, she was willing to sacrifice her shapely, naked body to enlist her son's help by even giving him incestuous sex, if that's what she had to do. In the hopes of getting him to demonstrate naked with her on Nude Day, with his opinion of a man's point of view important to her Nude Day demonstration, she needed him to help her to make her Nude Day statement. Yet, what she was teaching her son by flashing him her shapely naked body, something that he should never see, was that all women, including his mother, perhaps especially his mother, were whores, incestuous whores, willing to trade sex for favors.
'God, I don't believe I'm doing this. I don't believe I'm in my son's bedroom wearing this sheer, sexy nightgown. I can't believe I'm flashing my son my nearly naked breasts and my naked pussy. I can't believe that I'm such an incestuous whore. I can't believe I'm incestuously lusting over my son's erection,' she thought while staring at his throbbing and pulsating prick and while he stared at what he could see of her breasts and her nipples, as well as her naked pussy.
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With Susan already going down that rabbit hole of sexual depravity by deliberately flashing her son her naked pussy and her nearly naked breasts, she was obviously willing to do anything to enlist his help. Prostituting herself in exchange for his cooperation to picket with her while demonstrating naked, obviously unable to help herself, Ryan was in a no-win situation with his mother. Damn if he made a pass at her, he'd be damn if he sexually rejected his mother too. Seemingly, all he could do was to stare. Obviously, he was leaving it up to her to make the next sexually incestuous move.
Yet, no matter how guilty he felt for staring and for what he was sexually and inappropriately thinking, as soon as his mother left his room, he'd obviously be masturbating himself over seeing his mother's naked pussy and most of her big tits. No matter how guilty he felt for staring and for what he was sexually, inappropriately thinking, as soon as his mother left his room, he'd obviously be masturbating himself over the thoughts of his mother naked and having sex with her. No matter how guilty he felt for staring and for what he was sexually and inappropriately thinking, he'd be kicking himself later if he didn't make a sexual pass at his mother now.
With her in his room practically naked and with her staring at his sheet covered cock as much as he was staring at her sheer nightgown clad body, it was obviously up to him to make the next sexual move. If he wasn't sexually attracted to his mother before, after seeing her in this sexy, sheer, short, and low-cut nightgown, judging him by his throbbing and pulsating erection, then he was obviously sexually attracted to her now. Only, with him never thinking bad of his mother, he obviously gave her the benefit of doubt that she could be an incestuous whore as much as he was now an incestuous pervert.
Was she deliberately flashing him her naked pussy and what he could see of her tits or was she accidentally flashing him? Was she in his room wearing what she was wearing in hopes he'd give her sex? Nonetheless, whether she was deliberately or accidentally flashing him, what did it matter? What mattered was that he was seeing more of his mother's sexy, shapely body than he had ever seen before.
With her nightgown practically see-through, he was seeing his mother's tits and her erect nipples as if she was sitting on her bed topless. In the way that she was sitting on his bed facing him with her leg beneath her thigh and her knees spread wide open, he was seeing his mother's blonde, trimmed pussy. He had an uninterrupted view of his mother's cunt. With his erect cock tenting his thin sheet, he obviously knew that his mother could nearly see as much of his stiff prick as he could see of her naked cunt.
No doubt, as soon as his mother left his room, he'd be stroking himself over the imagined thoughts of licking his mother's pussy and fingering her cunt while fondling her breasts and fingering her nipples. No doubt, as soon as his mother left his room, he'd be stroking himself and ejaculating his cum in his hand as if cumming in his mother's pussy while imagining making love to his mother before fucking her. No doubt, as soon as his mother left his room, he'd be stroking himself and ejaculating his cum in his hand as if cumming in his mother's mouth while imagining his mother sucking his cock.
As much as he obviously enjoyed seeing all that she showed him and all that he saw of her through her sheer, sexy nightgown, no doubt he couldn't wait for her to leave his room so that he could masturbate. Giving him much to masturbate over, what son doesn't imagine their mother, especially their MILF of a mother wearing her sexiest, sheerest, shortest, and lowest cut nightgown without the modesty of a robe? What son doesn't imagine their mother, especially their MILF of a mother, who has a sexy, shapely body, dressed only in her bra and panties? What son doesn't imagine their mother, especially their busty mother, topless and wearing only her sheer, bikini panties?
What son doesn't imagine their mother, especially their MILF of a mother, who has a body like a stripper, naked, willing, and ready to have incestuous sex? What son doesn't imagine what it would be like to have sex with their mother, especially their MILF of a mother? What son cursed with incestuous thoughts, doesn't think of their mother, especially their MILF of a mother, naked and making love to them before fucking them? What son cursed with incestuous thoughts, doesn't think of their mother, especially their MILF of a mother, stroking their cock while sucking their cock? What son doesn't imagine giving their mother a sexual orgasm with their fingers, tongue, and cock before giving their mother a cum bath?
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"How am I today?" She looked at him as if he had just awakened her and interrupted her from a sexual fantasy that she was having with him as her main character. "I'm fine, Ryan, thank you for asking but I'm worried about you," she said lightly resting her motherly hand on his sheet covered right thigh. Her fingertips were only inches away from touching his erect prick. "You were limping so badly yesterday. How's your leg? Is it any better?"
Probably just a pulled muscle, Ryan hurt his right thigh doing one too many squats after doing sprints while running as fast as he could. Only, by her continual stare of what tented his sheet, she seemingly was more concerned with his middle leg than she was concerned about his right leg. If she dared to want to massage his sore leg, she more wanted to stroke his middle leg. With his erection beckoning her in the way that her naked pussy beckoned him, she'd gladly masturbate her son if only he'd demonstrate naked with her on Nude Day.
"It's still sore," said Ryan. "The heating pad helped a little but now it aches like a bad toothache," he said grimacing.
Susan smiled at her son while staring at him. Difficult for her not to stare, she did her best not to look at the huge impression his cock made through the sheet but she couldn't help herself from staring. His cock was so big. His prick was so hard. With it been years since she had a cock in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy, he was making her horny. If he wasn't her son but a guest staying in her home, she would have already sexually attacked him.
In the way that he, no doubt, wondered what she looked without her nightgown, she wondered what his cock looked like without the sheet. Suddenly feeling more than horny but sexually deranged, she wondered what his erect prick felt like in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy. As if his stiff prick was a huge snake, a Cobra wanting to break free, she watched his cock pulsating and throbbing beneath the sheet. As if she was a snake charmer beckoning the snake to respond, she was mesmerized by her son's engorged prick.
In the way that he could see the complete outline of her breasts through her sheer nightgown, she could see the complete outline of his cock through the thin sheet. In the way that he could see the impressions that her areolas and her erect nipples made through her nightgown, she could see the dark shadow that his pubic hair made through his sheet. With his eyes darting down from the impressions her big nipples made in her low-cut nightgown to her flashing him her naked pussy, he did his best to make eye contact with his mother's big, beautiful, blue eyes. Nonetheless, in the way that she couldn't help herself from staring at his erection, he obviously couldn't help from staring at all that he could see of her tits and pussy.
Not yet crossing the imaginary line of incest, if they were both guilty of anything, they were both guilty of looking and staring. Seemingly ready to cross the imaginary line of incest, if they were guilty of anything, they were both guilty of enjoying all that they were seeing. The lull before the incestuous, sexual storm, if they were guilty of anything, they were both guilty of harboring incestuous lust for one another. Yet, looking and staring was one thing but a son having sex with his mother and a mother having sex with her son, a forbidden line they should never cross, was something else entirely.
