Mom & Son's Valentine's Day Sex Ch. 05

She suddenly looked embarrassed when she said that her ex-husband was a good and generous lover. As if she was ashamed by her private and personal, sexual feelings, she looked away from him to look at the fire again. Something she never did before, she was discussing sex with her son. With her sincerely honest and vulnerably open, he was seeing an emotional and sexual side of his mother that she had never revealed to him before.

'A good and generous lover?'

He wondered what her definition of a good and generous lover was. If he knew what she deemed was a good and generous lover, he could be her good and generous lover. Never thinking of his mother as a sexual person before, unless he was thinking of her having sex with him, he thought of her as a sexual person now. Never thinking of her having sex with his father, he thought of them having sex now. He imagined his mother sucking his father before fucking his father. For her to have good, sexual memories about his father, he must have given his mother orgasms not only with his cock but also with his fingers and tongue.

In the way that he imagined his father licking and fingering his mother's pussy, he imagined licking and fingering his mother's pussy. He imagined being positioned in-between his mother's shapely thighs and his nose filled with the sexual scent of his mother's cunt. He imagined licking and fingering her pussy. He imagined his face wet with her vaginal secretions.

Like father like son, after giving her an oral orgasm, he imagined mounting her to make love to her while giving her a second orgasm with his cock. If only he could, he would. In the way that he imagined her sucking his father's cock and allowing him to cum in her mouth, he imagined her sucking his cock and allowing him to cum in her mouth too. He wished he could be his mother's good and generous lover.

"I can understand that," said Michael with his mind filled with his father humping his mother before he had the image of him humping his mother.

For sure, even though he was jealous thinking about it, he'd much rather imagine his father humping his mother than imagine his father humping his whore of an ex-girlfriend, Jessica. He'd never understand why his father would divorce his wife to marry Jessica. Compared to his mother, she was a stupid slut with no class. Now that he thought more about it, the only reason why he was with her was because she sucked his cock and allowed him to cum in her mouth on their first date. If only he knew then what he knows now, he never would have introduced her to his father. Yet, glad that he did, now he was rid of the both of them.

Now, more than curious, with her from a different generation, he wondered if his mother sucked cock. If she did suck cock, he wondered if she allowed his father to cum in her mouth. If she did allow his father to cum in her mouth, he wondered if she swallowed. He hoped she did. In the way that she said she was a virgin when she married his father, if she did suck cock, he wondered if his father's cock was the only cock she ever sucked. Perhaps, in the way that his father's friends were always after her while trying to get her drunk to take sexual advantage of her, maybe one of them forced her to suck them.

Now more than curious, he wondered what she sounded like when having sex. He wondered what sounds she made when having sex and when having a sexual orgasm. He wondered if she was quiet or if she screamed. He wondered if his mother was as good and generous a lover in bed as she said his father was a good and generous lover. Now something new and something more to hope for, he wished he could be a good and generous lover to his mother.

Now, instead of just having sex with her, he imagined holding her, comforting her, cuddling her, and spooning his mother while sleeping with her. With someone who looked like her in his bed, he'd be a good and generous lover too. With someone who looked like her in his bed, in the way that his father obviously did, he'd be wanting to give her multiple, sexual orgasms too. With someone who looked like her in his bed, he could only imagine her giving him multiple, sexual orgasms with her hand, her mouth, and her pussy.

Now that she gave him a sexual image, he imagined spooning his mother while reaching over her to feel her big tits and finger her erect nipples. He imagined her spooning him while wrapping her long, manicured fingers around his erect cock and fondling the head of his hard prick through his pajama bottoms. His father was such a fool to let her go for some young, bimbo. Echoing what Paul Newman said about his wife, Joanne Woodward, when asked how he could remain faithful for all those years when so many young starlets threw themselves at him, he replied.

"Why go out for hamburger when I have steak at home?"

Precisely his point, what Paul Newman said was precisely how he felt about his ex-girlfriend when comparing her to his mother. Jessica was fatty, grizzled hamburger and Kimberly was filet mignon steak. Now that he was home alone with his mother and now that his girlfriend was out of his life, he could see the real difference between the two women. His mother was a lady and his ex-girlfriend was a whore.

Now that she was confessing what she did with his father, just as he couldn't help but imagine having sex with his mother, he couldn't help but imagine his parents having sex. The more he imagined his father having sex with his mother, the more he wanted to have sex with her. As if she was sitting there naked, he imagined his naked mother writhing in sexual passion while getting laid and/or eaten. As if she was sitting there with his cock in her hand, in her mouth, or in her pussy, he imagined his mother as the sexual Goddess that he believed she always was.

Instead of stopping with her telling him that she missed sleeping with his father and instead of stopping with her missing her husband holding her, comforting her, cuddling her, and spooning her, she continued with her sexual confession. Shocked by what she confessed before, he was even more shocked now. Giving him more of an image of his parents in bed having sex, obviously as if she was talking to one of her girlfriends instead of her son, it was obviously the wine talking.

"I know you may not understand but feeling his hands on my naked body while holding me, touching me, and fondling me was comforting. Just as he loved holding my naked breast while spooning me, I loved holding his naked penis in my hand while spooning him," said. "Holding one another while spooning one another was more soothingly and comfortingly reassuring than it was sexual."

Suddenly, he had the image of being in bed with his mother and holding her. He had the image of being in bed with his mother while she held him. When she turned to be spooned, he had the image of holding her naked breast while pressing his pajama clad cock up against her nightgown clad ass. Then, when she turned to spoon him, he had the image of her holding his naked prick while pressing her big tits against his back. If only just to hold her, comfort her, cuddle her, and spoon her, he wished he could sleep with his mother.

'I can do that for you, Mother, hold your naked breast in my hand while I spoon you and allow you to hold my naked cock in your hand while you spoon me,' he wanted to say but he didn't dare.

Not wanting to ruin the trust she had in him by sharing something so intimately personal, he needed to exert a modicum of respect and self-control over his horny self. If nothing else, now he had even more to masturbate over. Tonight, he'd masturbate while imagining him sleeping with his mother and imagining him spooning her while holding her naked breast in his horny hand. Tonight, he'd masturbate while imagining him sleeping with his mother and imagining her spooning him while holding his naked cock in her soft, motherly hand.

"I understand," he said instead while he continued listening to her.

As if she was still deeply hurt by her husband leaving her and she obviously was, she looked at him with sad, expressive eyes.

"Now left with nothing more than the memory of him in bed with me, tossing and turning every night while having bad dreams, sadly, I haven't had a good night's sleep since he left," she said. Not making eye contact with him and by the way she stared down at her wineglass, she was obviously too ashamed to look at her son. "I'm so lonely Michael," she said finally making eye contact with him while looking as if she was about to cry.

'I'm so horny,' he wanted to say but didn't say in response to her admitting that she was so lonely. 'I'm so sexually frustrated,' he wanted to say while hoping his mother would admit to being the same.

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Something he had always been curious about his mother talking about with him, he couldn't believe they were talking about sex. A forbidden topic around her before, he didn't expect her to talk about sex now. As if she was a rose blooming in the morning light, she opened her vulnerability to him with her private thoughts.

'Something my father never even did with me, I can't believe my mother is talking to me about her personal sex life,' he thought.

Perhaps, no longer viewing him as an immature adolescent, with him a 24-year-old, college educated adult, she more viewed him as her equal. Perhaps, no longer thinking of him as her son, she thought of him more as a man. Perhaps, if only to imagine that she did, he imagined that she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her.

'I'd do anything to have sex with my mother,' he thought.

Wishing he could read her mind, he wondered why she looked at him now in a way that she never looked at him before. Was she as horny and sexually frustrated as she was lonely? Was she as horny and sexually frustrated as he was? Was she finally as sexually interested in him as he was sexually interested in her?

'Is this my chance to have sex with my mother,' he thought?

By making her sexual confession of her husband spooning her while holding her naked breast and while she spooned him while holding his naked cock, was she hinting for him to make a sexual move? Why would she say that to him? Did she want to sleep with him in the way that he'd love to sleep with her and in the way that she slept with her ex-husband? Just as he'd love to sleep with his mother while spooning her and holding her naked breast, he'd love her to spoon him while holding his naked prick.

'I wish I could feel my mother's big tit while spooning her just as I wish she could feel my erect, naked cock while spooning me,' he thought.

Nothing more than speculation and supposition, unable to read her thoughts, he couldn't help but wonder if she wanted him to sexually replace his father in the way that he wanted to sexually replace his father. Was the look she had given him inviting him to sleep with her, to hold her, to comfort her, and to spoon her? Was the look she had given him an invitation for him to give her sex or was her look just an innocent look, a lonely look, a sad look, and not an incestuous one? Curious to know, he didn't know. He had no idea. He couldn't tell.

'Not wanting to pressure my mother into having incestuous sex, being that she already knows how I sexually feel about her, I wish she'd tell me how she sexually feels about me,' he thought.

A first step in their incestuous, sexual relationship, he'd love nothing more than for her to invite him to sleep with her. After she told him what her father did with her, he'd love nothing more than to spoon her while holding her naked breast in his hand. After she told him what she did with his father, he'd love nothing more than for his mother to hold his naked cock in her hand while spooning him. He'd love nothing more than to have orgasmic sex with his mother in the way that his father had orgasmic sex with her. He wished he could be her good and generous lover in the way that his father was her good and generous lover.

'At the very least, I wish I could see my mother naked,' he thought while staring over at her.

Now that she shared her personal, private, and sexual feelings with him, he wanted to share his personal, private, and sexual feelings with her too. Yet, with him an immature, horny, incestuous man and her a mature, morally, modest mother, he feared that he'd go too far in his sexual confessions. He feared that he'd include his sexual perversions and confess the incestuous, sexual way that he felt about wanting to have sex with her.

'In the way that I confessed all that I sexually wanted to do with her while masturbating, I wish I could reiterate all that I sexually wanted to do with her now that she had been drinking,' he thought. 'In the way that she stared at my erect, naked cock, I'd love to stay at her sexy, naked body.'

Yet, he didn't want to ruin this opportunity to have sex with his mother. With his terminal horniness, sexual frustration, and incestuous desire always getting in the way, if this was the first step to an incestuous, sexual relationship, he needed to take it slow. The last thing that he wanted to do was to frighten his mother. Instead, he needed her to consume more wine for her to lose her modesty and her morals as well as her sexual inhibitions.

'That's right Mom, have another sip of your wine,' he thought while watching her taking a sip of her fourth glass of wine.

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I'm so horny he wanted to say but again, not wanting to ruin their moment of honest and open sexual dialogue, he didn't dare say what he was thinking and feeling. He didn't want his feeling for his mother to be just about sex. Besides, this mother and son moment of sexual confessions was more about her than it was about him.

With their ages as much an issue as their mother and son relationship was forbidden, navigating through uncharted waters, there was an uncomfortable silence between a forty-eight-year-old mother and her twenty-four-year-old son. If their ages weren't a gap too wide to bridge, the fact that they were mother and son sexually lusting over one another could either be the road to their relationship ruination or the road to sexual their salvation. With him not experienced sexually with a mature woman, he wished her knew the right things to say to make her sexually want him as much as he sexually wanted her.

'I love you, Mom. I need you. I want you,' he thought as if trying to put his thoughts in her mind.

Then, again, with him hopefully wanting to have sex with her, he could be misreading his mother loneliness to his sexual benefit. Just because he sexually wanted her didn't mean that she sexually wanted him. Just because he was horny and sexually frustrated didn't mean that she was horny and sexually frustrated too. Just because he would freely have incestuous sex with his mother didn't mean that she'd willingly have forbidden sex with her son. Just because she stayed to watch him have sex with himself while she sexually touched herself too, doesn't necessarily mean that she wanted to have sex with him.

'I wonder what she's thinking. I wonder if she's thinking what I'm thinking,' he thought.

Again, maybe just wishful thinking on his part and/or a figment of his overactive, incestuous imagination but, because of all her up-skirts and down-blouse flashes, Michael couldn't help but to suspect that his mother was deliberately flashing him. In the way that he always did when imagining flashing her and her flashing him, if she was deliberately flashing him, he suspected that she received some titillating fun sexually teasing him. Sexual, sexy, sensuous, seduction, and flirtatious innocent fun, he knew that she sometimes played him in the way that she sometimes played his father to get whatever she wanted.

'I don't care if she sexually uses me and sexually abuses me as long as I can have sex with my mother's sexy and shapely, naked body,' he thought.

He didn't care that she sometimes used him by flashing him to get what she wanted and needed. As long as he got what he wanted and needed too, enough up-skirt peeks of her panties and down-blouse views of her cleavage and bra for him to masturbate over later, he was happy. Seeing as much of his mother's sexy and shapely body as he could helped him better imagine what she'd look like topless and/or naked. Seeing as much as he could of her sexy, shapely body helped him better imagine what it would feel like to have sex with her.

'I wish I could make love to my mother. I wish I could fuck my mother. I wish I could give her multiple, sexual orgasms with my fingers, tongue and cock just as I wish she'd give me multiple, sexual orgasm with her hand, mouth, and pussy,' he thought.

If nothing more than a harmless sexual fantasy, and as long as his mother didn't catch him looking, staring, and leering, and as long as he didn't touch, there was nothing wrong with him looking, staring, and leering whatever she was showing. As long as he didn't act on his incestuous, sexual desires, there was nothing wrong with him masturbating over the thoughts of his mother naked while having sex with her. Taking his incestuous perversion a step more, as long as his mother willingly watched while sexually touching herself, there was nothing wrong with him exposing his cock to his mother while masturbating. As long as she willingly watched, there was nothing wrong with him masturbating in front of her.

'Perhaps, this is as far as their incestuous relationship will go, her watching me masturbating and cumming while I pretend that I don't know she's there watching.

Michael watched his mother fidget with her wineglass as if she was rubbing off a water spot with her thumb. In the way that she was so focused on rubbing her wineglass, he couldn't help but imagine her sliding her long, manicured fingers over the head of his cock while rubbing him to an erection. Killing two birds with one stone, her loneliness and his horniness, and suddenly thinking better of it, he wondered how she'd take what he was about to say next.

'Do I dare say what I want to say,' he thought?

Only, how dare he sexually solicit his mother under the guise of helping her ease her sadness and erase her loneliness? What's wrong with him to take sexual advantage of his mother while she had been drinking and was obviously feeling so sad and lonely? What kind of son would he be to sexually proposition his own mother on Valentine's Day when he knew she was so vulnerable?

Only, with her bringing up the issue of missing his father holding her, comforting her, cuddling, and spooning her, this may be the best chance he'd ever have to sleep with his mother. With her mentioning his father holding her naked breast while spooning her one way and her holding his naked cock while spooning him the other way, he'd be a fool not to respond in kind to her sexual confession. If nothing more than testing the incestuous, sexual water, while hoping she did, he needed to know if his mother sexually felt the same way about him that he sexually felt about her.

He took another sip of his wine while imagining spooning her and holding her naked breast. He swallowed his wine in the way that he swallowed his horniness while thinking of spooning her while holding her naked breast and her spooning him while holding his naked prick. The two glasses of wine that he consumed gave him the courage that he needed to blurt out his true feelings for her. The two glasses of wine that he consumed made his tongue loose enough to solicit her for sex, hopefully. He hoped the nearly four glasses of wine that his mother consumed would loosen her tongue enough to say yes.

Disrupting his train of thought, she did something that made his decision to proposition his mother an easy one. With her working on her fourth glass of wine, she put her wineglass down to play with the hem of her short skirt as if there was an imaginary spot there. When she lifted the hem of her skirt to her waist to nervously fidget with it, she caused him to briefly forget what he was intent on asking her. With her feet on the floor and her knees closed tightly together as if cemented in place, when she lifted the hem of her skirt, she rewarded him with a continual flash of her bright, white, bikini panties.