Mother & Son Have Oral Sex Ch. 10

As if she was feeling his forehead for a fever, his mother wrapped her fingers around his erect, naked prick. Unable to process so much incestuous, sexual information, he couldn't believe his mother wrapped her fingers around his erect, naked prick. In the way she held his hand while crossing the street as a little boy, his mother was holding his erect, naked cock in her hand as a man now.

In the way he couldn't wait to stare at his mother's naked breasts, he watched her stare down at his erect, naked cock. Too much incestuously, sexual information to process at one time, he couldn't believe his mother was holding his erect, naked cock in her hand while staring at it. He couldn't believe she was ready to have sex with him.

"Oh, Mom," he uttered as if he was dreaming. As soon as he said that, not wanting to ruin the moment, he corrected himself. "Oh, Emma," he said staring down at his mother's hand filled with his throbbing penis. "Your hand feels so incredibly good. I can't believe you're holding my penis in your hand."

This wasn't just any woman's hand holding his stiff prick. This was his mother's hand holding his erect cock. As if her hand belonged there, her soft, warm hand felt so good holding his hard, throbbing penis. With them both having wasted years in sexual frustration, he wished his mother had seen and held his cock and had given him a hand job years ago. With her ready to stroke his prick, he couldn't wait to return the favor and finger her naked pussy.

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As if she was a champion masturbator going for a world record or an Olympic hand job competitor vying for a gold medal for the best hand job, she stroked him while staring up at him. If she was an actress playing a starring role in a porn movie, he'd nominate her to win an AVN, the equivalent of an Oscar, for giving him the best hand job. Instead of her being his hand job student ready for him to teach her how to stroke his cock, she slowly stroked him with just the right amount of pressure and the necessary amount of speed.

Obviously, not her first hand job, his mother had given hand jobs before. Obviously not needing his instruction or any instruction on how to properly and professionally give a hand job, she masterfully stroked his already erect prick. She slowly and gently stroked his cock while fondling the head of his stiff prick with her long, manicured fingers. Not even having to look down at what she was doing, when she wasn't staring down at his engorged dick, she was staring up at him with incestuous lust combined with motherly love.

As if a dream, he couldn't believe his mother was masturbating him. He couldn't believe his mother was not only seeing his erect prick but also stroking his erect prick. As if she was stroking her dildo before sticking it inside of her mouth and sucking it or sticking her dildo in her pussy and fucking it, she stroked him a little harder and a little faster. Something he thought would never happen and glad that it had, it was a surreal experience watching his mother stroke his cock.

Obviously, with his mother getting him hard with her hand, as hard as Ginger used to get him while masturbating him, his mother was a skilled masturbator too. He couldn't wait to return the masturbation favor and rub her clit while fingering her pussy. He couldn't wait to get her to cum in the way she was getting him ready to cum. Only, not wanting to waste his cum by creaming her hand, he'd much rather cum in his mother's mouth.

He thought of all the times he masturbated himself while imagining exposing himself to his mother. He always wanted to show her his cock. He was always curious of her reaction to seeing his prick. He thought of all the times he masturbated himself while imagining his mother staring at his prick, touching his prick, holding his prick, stroking his prick, and sucking his prick. He thought of all the times he masturbated himself while imagining feeling his mother through her clothes while kissing her. He thought of all the times he masturbated himself while imagining his mother masturbating him while he undressed her.

If ever he saw his mother's naked breasts, he'd stare at her big tits and would never look away. If ever he saw his mother's naked breasts, his first reaction would be to reach out his horny hand and touch, feel, and fondle her big tits. If ever he saw his mother's naked breasts, he'd finger her nipples. If ever he saw his mother's naked breasts, erecting them as much as he could, he'd turn, twist, and pull her nipples. If ever he saw his mother's naked breasts, he'd lick her nipples, nibble on her nipples, and suck her nipples.

With her always so morally modest, he never saw anything of his mother's shapely, mature body. If he couldn't see anything of his mother's body, if his mother was unwilling to flash him, he thought about showing his mother his body. He thought about flashing her. Just the thought of exposing his cock to his mother made him horny enough to masturbate himself while imagining flashing her. Yet, always afraid to do so, never having the courage to purposely expose himself to his mother, he feared he'd ruin the close mother and son relationship they enjoyed by sullying it with sex, incestuous sex.

Nonetheless his respectful reluctance to flash his mother his prick, he thought of all of the incestuous, sexual scenarios he had of exposing his prick to his mother. He always wondered what his mother would do if she deliberately, accidentally, or unintentionally saw his stiff prick. Would she stare at his cock or would she look away? Would she reach out her hand and touch him and fondle him? If his mother deliberately, accidentally, or unintentionally saw his stiff prick, would she wrap her soft fingers around his hard cock? If ever his mother saw his hard dick, would she stroke him? If ever his mother saw his erect prick, would she fall to her knees and suck him before spreading her legs to fuck him?

'I wasted so much time with my incestuous, sexual fantasies while masturbating myself when I could have had sex with my mother years ago and could have been having sex with my mother now,' he thought.

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While making it appear accidental, if nothing more than for masturbation fodder, he devised a dozen different, sexy scenarios of how he could deliberately expose his stiff prick to his mother. Instead of wearing a heavy terrycloth bathrobe, he imagined watching a movie with his mother while cuddling with her on the couch. Instead of watching one of her stupid, English, romance movies, he imagined watching The Secretary or Spanking the Monkey with his mother. He'd love to see her reaction to some of the sexual scenes especially the incestuous scenes between mother and son in Spanking the Monkey.

'Showtime,' he thought while getting ready to watch a movie with his mother.

While watching the movie together, he imagined her wearing a sexy, short, sheer, low cut nightgown without the modesty of her heavy terrycloth bathrobe. He imagined himself only wearing pajama bottoms without the feigned modesty underwear. Something she had never done and no doubt would never do, he imagined his mother flashing him down nightgown views of her big tits and up nightgown views of her naked pussy. If his mother was ever to flash him, he'd be staring more at his mother than at the movie.

He imagined growing more sexually excited during the evening from seeing all of his mother that he shouldn't see. Feeling the heat from his mother's warm body, he imagined growing more sexually excited from being so close to his mother, from holding his mother, and from watching the sexy movie with his mother. He imagined developing an erection. He imagined purposely making his erection throb and pulsate while hoping his cock would free itself from the confines of his pajama bottoms. Then, exposing his prick to his mother, he imagined his hard cock making a surprise appearance through his pajama pee hole sometime during the night.

Only, she never wore a nightgown without the modesty of her robe just as he never wore pajama bottoms without underwear and without a robe. Something he always wanted to see of his mother, she never flashed him a down nightgown of her naked breasts or an up nightgown of her naked pussy. The only time his mother flashed him was in his sexual fantasies when he was masturbating himself. Now with her not only willing to flash him now but also to strip herself naked in front of him while having sex with him, he couldn't wait to see his mother's naked body.

He thought of other ways he could flash his mother his exposed prick while making his deliberate flashes appear accidental. Whenever she stayed out late, which was rare, pretending he had been drinking, he thought about falling asleep on the couch naked. As soon as he heard her car and saw her headlights in the driveway, as if he was having a sexy dream, he'd stroke himself to an erection. He imagined her coming home and seeing him naked. He imagined her having to help him to bed. On the pretense that he was drunk, turning to face her and to rub his naked prick up against her, he imagined touching and feeling her beautiful body through her clothes.

Imagining other incestuous, sexual scenarios, when he knew she'd be opening his bedroom door without knocking to bring up his laundry, he thought about her catching him masturbating himself while he wore his headphones with his eyes closes. Continuing to masturbate himself, he imagined pretending his mother wasn't there standing in his doorway watching him. With his mother staring at his masturbation show as his private audience, he imagined giving her a real masturbation performance. In the way he'd love to shoot his cum in her mouth, he imagined shooting a huge load of cum all over his chest and down his stomach. He'd love for his mother see his erect prick and to catch him cumming.

'Mom,' he imagined calling her name while masturbating. 'Mother, I wish I could see you naked. Emma, I want to make love to you,' he imagined saying for the hoped for incestuous reaction of his mother.

From sunning himself naked in the backyard to swimming naked in the pool, he thought about all of the ways he could flash his mother his erect cock. He thought about all of the ways she could accidently, albeit deliberately, see him naked. Only, not wanting to ruin the good mother and son relationship they had by deliberately flashing her and pressuring her to have sex with him, he needed to make his flashes appear accidental. With him making that first incestuous, sexual move by flashing her, he needed her to make the next sexual move.

At the very least, when he flashed his mother his naked cock, he needed her to stare at his naked cock. When he flashed his mother his naked cock, he needed her to return the exhibitionism favor and flash him that night or the next day. At the very least, he needed her to get rid of that heavy, terrycloth bathrobe. He needed her to start walking around him in her short, sheer, sexy, low cut nightgowns.

He continued thinking about how he could flash his mother. When he knew his mother would be in the hall cleaning or on the stairs vacuuming, he thought about flashing his mother his naked body. He thought about coming out of the bathroom wearing only a loose towel and acting so surprised to see his mother in the hall or on the stairs that he accidentally on purpose dropped his towel. He thought about sleeping naked on the chance that she'd open his bedroom door without knocking. Only he never had the courage to go through with any of those exhibitionistic scenarios.

Only, now that she had seen his prick, touched his prick, held his prick, and stroked his prick, he no longer needed to think of a way to flash her. Now that he was aware that his mother knew how to masturbate a man, with her as much of a prude as he thought she was, he wished he had exposed himself to her years ago. Had he flashed his mother years ago, perhaps their loving mother and son relationship would have progressed to a sexual one.

If only he knew his mother may have stared at his prick, he would have exposed his prick to her years ago. If only he knew his mother may have touched his prick, held his prick, and stroked his prick, he would have asked her for a hand job years ago. If only he knew his mother enjoyed stroking his cock as much as she obviously did and as much as he enjoyed her stroking his prick, he would have asked her to stroke his cock when he turned 18-years-old.

Perhaps waiting for him to make the first, incestuous move, if only he had exposed his cock to his mother years ago, maybe she would have exposed her body to him too. Now he couldn't help but wonder what would have happened had he made the first move by exposing his naked prick to his mother. If only she had masturbated him years ago, he wouldn't have been incestuously lusting over her and feeling as sexually frustrated as he had been for so long. Now, with the incestuous ice already broken, he couldn't wait for her to blow him.

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Once he was hard enough, she abandoned stroking his cock to cup his hairy balls in the palm of her warm hand in the way he couldn't wait to cup his mother's sweet pussy in the palm of his horny hand. Once he was hard enough, she stopped stroking him to slide her body halfway down the length of him to take him in her mouth. While staring up at him with her big, beautiful, brown eyes, she kissed his chest and his stomach on her way down while holding his hard cock in her hand as if his stiff prick was a grab handle.

With his mother giving him a blowjob deemed the incestuous point of no return, he couldn't believe his mother was sliding down lower in readiness to take his erect dick in her mouth. He couldn't believe his mother was ready to blow him. Only, with him thinking that he'd have to finger and lick his mother's pussy first before she sucked him, he was glad that she was preparing herself to blow him now instead of later. In the way that Ginger always did and enjoyed doing, he'd love nothing more than for his mother to take his engorged prick in her mouth and suck him while stroking him.

While she held his hard, hairy prick in her soft, motherly hand, as if she was someone other than his mother, he watched her finger the head of his stiff prick while slowly stroking his erect prick. He couldn't believe his mother was not only touching and holding his prick but also stroking his prick. Then, while continuing to stroke his prick, she looked up at him and smile before sliding a slow tongue across her red, full lips. Obviously teasing him in what was to happen next, his mother was so sexy.

"That feels really good Emma. Apparently, I don't have to show you how to give a hand job. You already know," he said with a dirty laugh.

While she held his hard, hairy prick in her soft, motherly hand, as if he was imagining it, he watched her kiss his prick while slowly stroking his prick. He couldn't believe his mother was kissing his prick while stroking his prick. While she held his hard, hairy prick in her soft, motherly hand, as if he was dreaming it, he watched her lick his prick while stroking his prick. He couldn't believe his mother was licking his prick while stroking his prick.

While she held his hard, hairy prick in her soft, motherly hand, as if sexually fantasizing it, he watched her look up at him while fingering his prick, kissing his prick, and licking his prick. Staring up at him as if she was someone else other than his loving mother, she held his stiff prick in her hand while poised to take him in her mouth. As if time stood still, he watched his mother move in slow motion. He watched her slowly lower her mouth down lower and lower to his erect cock. Then, as if the first time she gave him a warm bath, when he felt the warm wetness of his mother's mouth, he couldn't believe his prick was in his mother's mouth.

When he felt her tongue swirling around his stiff prick, he couldn't believe she was sucking him. His mother was sucking his cock. He staring down at her sucking his cock. Wanting to see, he moved her long brown, lush hair out of his way so that he could see his erect prick in his mother's mouth and watch her blowing him. He couldn't believe his mother was blowing him. His mother was sucking his cock. Unable to wrap his head around his mother giving him oral sex, he couldn't believe his mother was sucking him. His sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't believe his mother was stroking, kissing, licking, and sucking his cock.

'Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God,' he thought. 'This is it. This is really it. I can't believe it. I can't believe this is really happening. My mother is sucking my prick mouth. My mother is blowing me.'

To be continued...

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