Queen & Prince Together Forever #2

With the lights off in the kitchen and while innocently looking for something to eat, as if the light emanating from open door of the refrigerator was continuous Paparazzi camera flashes, she imagined flashing him by merely standing in front of the open refrigerator door and leaning inside. She wondered if he'd watch standing there as if she was naked. She wondered if he'd stare at all that he was seeing of her through her nearly transparent nightgown. She wondered if he'd masturbate himself to all that he saw of her later. Again, she imagined opening his bedroom door to volunteer him her help.

With the lights off in the living room but for the TV, remaining there while engaging him in conversation, she imagined flashing him by standing in front of the television. Walking into his room unannounced the next morning, she imagined opening his drapes to let in the morning light. With him clearly able to see her naked form through her sheer nightgown, she imagined flashing him by greeting the morning light when opening the drapes of his room and standing there as if she was being X-rayed by a TSA agent.

She wondered if he'd watch. She wondered if he'd stare. She wondered if he'd masturbate himself to all that he saw of her later.

"Good morning Henry," she imagined saying while acting so innocent and oblivious that she was flashing her naked body to her son. She imagined seeing his erection tenting his sheet. "How did you sleep?" Again, she imagined offering him her hand, her mouth, her pussy, and/or her ass.

Unable to believe that he wouldn't, she wondered if he'd look at her, stare at her, leer at her, gawk at her, ogle her, or look away. The evidence of his appreciation in her flashing him her naked body covered only by the thinnest and sheerest material of her sexiest nightgown would be quite shockingly noticeable by his erect cock tenting his bed sheet. Unable to stop herself from sexually satisfying her son, she wondered if he'd allow her to relieve his sudden sexually stress by allowing her to give him a motherly hand job or an incestuous blowjob. She swooned at the thought of her hand around his cock stroking him. She swooned at the thought of her lips around his erection while sucking him with her hand stroking him harder and faster.

With him living with her again, the opportunities of seeing one another naked and the sexual possibilities were seemingly endless. Not ashamed to admit it, as long as she could make it appear accidental, the thought of shocking him by having him catch her topless, naked, and in all manner of undress crossed her mind more than once. She wondered if him catching her topless, naked, and in all manner of undress would sexually excite him in the way that just the thought of him seeing her without her clothes sexually excited her. She wondered if seeing her topless, naked, and in all manner of undress would inspire him to do the same with him flashing her too. She wondered if seeing her topless, naked, and in all manner of undress would inspire him to touch her, feel her, kiss her, and take her to make love to her before fucking her, really fucking her hard.

Admittedly again and not ashamed to admit it, she's masturbated to imagining her son seeing bits and pieces of her underwear clad, topless, and/or naked body that no son should ever see of his mother. Sexually fantasizing that she'd take her flashing a step further, as much as she'd love to watch him masturbate, she'd love for him to watch her masturbate too. She wondered if he masturbated. Of course, he must. Everyone masturbates, especially a testosterone driven, horny, young man. She wondered if he wondered if she masturbated. Of course she does. Doesn't everyone? She wondered if he'd be curious enough to watch her pleasure herself. A line he'd perhaps cross on his way to having incestuous sex with her, she'd like nothing better than to masturbate together before masturbating one another, while hoping that their mutual masturbation may lead to them having an incestuously sexual relationship with one another.

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Being that he exercises daily and is so physically fit, under the pretense of her not wanting to hurt her back, she imagined seemingly innocently and inadvertently exposing herself to him while asking him to teach her the correct form in doing crunches. She imagined walking in his room unannounced again while he was busy doing his pushups and crunches, she imagined standing over him while wearing only her short, sheer nightgown without a robe and without panties. She imagined him gazing up at her and forcing himself to make eye contact with her for him not to be caught looking up her nightgown at her naked pussy.

"Can you show me the proper way to do a crunch? Every time I try, I hurt my back," she said giving her son a feigned, painful smile while rubbing her lower back.

"Sure Mom," she imagined him saying while seemingly happy that his mother was taking an interest in exercise. "For your back to hurt, you're probably going up to high. You only have to lift yourself partway to feel the benefit of the crunch. As soon as you feel the tension in your stomach, you've gone high enough."

He showed her how to do a crunch and, while staring at his form, she imagined herself staring at the bulge his cock made in his sweatpants.

"Can you show me?"

Unable to remove her focused stare from his bulge, she imagined his cock in her hand and/or in her mouth.

"Sure," she imagined him saying while doing a couple of slow crunches to show her the correct form and while staring up her nightgown.

She watched him looking up at her while trying to advert his stare from focusing on her naked pussy. Seemingly, by his nervous look, he was enamored by his mother's naked cunt.

"That looks easy enough but every time I do one I hurt myself," she said.

Waiting for him to offer her more personal help, she hoped he'd invite her to get down on the floor across from him.

"Get down on the floor and we'll do some together," he said.

Falling for her bait, she was reeling him into her exhibitionist trap of voyeurism and incest.

"Okay," she said.

Getting down to his level ladylike without flashing him any part of her, she tucked her nightgown in around her. One of her nightgown straps already fell to her forearm exposing the tops of her breasts and more of her cleavage to him.

"Now move up your knees and with your knees tight together try lifting up to do a crunch while I hold your ankles," he said.

Only as soon as he sat partway up, her knees parted and she flashed him her pussy. She watched him at look what she was so boldly exposing between her legs before she imagined him looking away in embarrassment. Then, as soon as she did a second crunch, her other nightgown strap fell to her forearm. With the top of her nightgown slowly sliding down her breasts and finally stopping short of revealing her areolas, she imagined her nightgown moving higher and higher until her trimmed pussy was peeking out the bottom.

Literally, there were hundreds of ways for her to flash her son her underwear clad, semi-naked, and naked body while making her flashes appear accidental. If only he'd play her game too by deliberately flashing her his cock while seemingly making it appear accidental, she imagined all the hot, sexy, exhibitionism and voyeurism fun they could have. Imagining more sexy flashing scenarios, she imagined holding the ladder steady while he stood on a ladder to change a light bulb. Wearing his pajama bottoms and nothing else, with him stretching to screw the bulb in the sock, she imagined his pajama slowly falling lower and lower until his cock and testicles were exposed to her. Only, if he exposed himself in that way, she didn't know if she could control herself from taking him in her hand before taking him in her mouth.

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In the way she so loves having anal sex, she wondered if he's had anal sex. She'd like nothing better than for him to surprise her and take her from behind while reaching up his hands to fondle her big breasts and finger her erect nipples. Not resisting him, never would she resist him, she'd allow him to have his wicked, sexual, anal way with her beautiful ass. In one of her stranger dreams, she had a dream of her son taking her anally while she gave birth to his baby, a girl that they named after the mythical God of love, Aphrodite.

She'd love nothing more than to open his bedroom door without knocking to catch him masturbating to a computer video while wearing headphones. With him not knowing she was standing there staring as he stroked himself, she'd love to watch him cum while imagining that he was ejaculating while thinking of her naked and having sex with her. Returning the favor in kind, she'd love for him to catch her masturbating when wearing headphones while listening to music with her eyes closed. In the way that she'd love to watch him ejaculating, she wondered if he'd stand there and watch her fondle her breasts, finger her nipples, and rub her clit while having a quiet orgasm.

"How hot is that to watch one another masturbate? As a prelude to passionate sex, how hot would that be for me to masturbate my son while he masturbated me?" She cupped her breast with the thought of her catching her son masturbating and her son catching her masturbating. "Wow!"

With her feeling comfortable in exposing her lingerie clad, topless, or even naked body to him, as long as it appeared accidental, ideally, she wished he'd allow her to catch him naked first. After seeing him naked, in fairness, cock for tits, in her mind that would be acceptable for her to flash him and for Henry to see her topless or even naked. Having imagined his cock in her sexual fantasies and sexy dreams lots of times before while imagining having sex with him, she'd love to see his flaccid prick in person before seeing it fully aroused and before imagining his engorged penis penetrating her. Yet, unable to cross the line of incest, she was caught up in the imagined mother and son incestuous protocol of how to go about flashing him. In her sexually frustrated thoughts of seducing him, while wishing that he'd seduce her, she wondered if he's as sexually interested in her as she is in him. Unable to make the first move, fearing she'd be embarrassed and humiliated if he rejected her, she was uncomfortable exposing her naked body to him first.

Something that she was uncomfortable initiating, she'd willingly expose herself to him if he exposed his naked body to her first. She'd willingly expose herself to him if only he caught him peeping on her. She was curious how he'd react to seeing her naked. Curious about how she'd react, she wondered how she should act if he saw her naked. Being that she so wants to show him her naked body, she probably wouldn't act like the morally modest mother that she should act like.

Curious about how she'd react, she wondered how she should act if she saw him naked. Being that she's so very sexually attracted to him, she probably couldn't help herself from staring, leering, and gawking actually in the way that she imagined him staring, leering, and gawking at her naked body. Being that she's so sexually attracted to him, if she was to see him naked, she probably couldn't help herself from taking his cock in her hand to stroke him before falling to her knees to suck him and before allowing him to fuck her. If only he'd flash her his naked body, she'd flash him her naked body too.

Excited that he'd be home soon, not taking the time to dawdle, she took a shower to begin the long process of dressing expressly for him. Normally when late for work, out the door in twenty minutes, she could shower, throw something on, fix her face and hair, and grab something to eat while drinking her coffee. Planning her vacation around his return, she had a month off to be with him to go places night and day or to stay home to watch a movie and to cuddle. After having so very many sexual dreams about him she couldn't help herself from imagining him kissing her and making out with her while touching and feeling her everywhere. Returning back to reality, she wondered what he'd want to do and where he'd want to go. Only, after erasing him cuddling her, kissing her, and feeling from her horny mind, no doubt he'd want to hang out with his friends instead of with his mother.

With Qatar changing so much in four years, she had a list of places to take him and things to show him. She'd love to hang out at the beach with him all day and go swimming in the Persian Gulf. Imagining him rubbing suntan lotion on her nearly naked body, she imagined them secretly and serendipitously touching and feeling one another while submerged up to their necks in the water. Exposing her breasts to him, she imagined an errant wave removing her bikini top in the way she wished he would. With her big breasts bouncing and jiggling while she ran in the water after her top, she imagined enlisting his help to retrieve her bikini top. Then, with his wide eyes filled with the reflection of her big breasts, she immodestly and immorally had him block the view of others seeing her putting on her bikini bra.

"Don't look at my tits Henry. Please don't look at my tits," she imagined saying while watching him staring at her exposed breasts. "God, I'm so very embarrassed," she imagined saying while feigning her embarrassment that she was finally exposing her breasts to her son in real life and not just in her dreams and sexual fantasies.

To be continued...