Mom & Son's Valentine's Day Sex Ch. 06

There are no characters under the age of 18-years-old in this story.

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Hoping for a good night's sleep, Mom invites son to sleep with her. She allows him to touch and feel her nearly, naked body while he holds her, comforts her, cuddles her, and spoons her.

Kimberly readied herself for bed in the master bedroom while Michael used the guest bathroom. Before going to his mother's room, in the way that his father used to do with his mother, he stroked himself to a semi-erection while thinking of spooning her while holding his mother's naked breast. Before going to her room, in the way his mother used to do with his father, he stroked himself to an even harder erection while thinking of her holding his naked cock and spooning him.

'Quite the understatement, this should be interesting,' he thought.

Obviously feeling sexy as much as she was feeling horny, perhaps from the wine consumption, or perhaps, because her son volunteered to sleep with her, Kimberly put on her sheerest, shortest, sexiest nightgown. Obviously, as much as this was her son's opportunity to have sex with her, this was her opportunity to have sex with her son. No doubt shocking him, incestuously teasing him, and sexually exciting him, she had never shown as much of her sexy and shapely body as she was about to do tonight.

It was a nightgown she never got to wear for her husband. Perhaps, she chose to wear this nightgown because, giving her son easy access to her nude body, it parted in front as if it was a sarong or a full body kilt without the big pin in front keeping it closed. With it only having one button at the neck holding it somewhat closed, it looked like a sheer poncho or an oversized, wraparound, transparent cape with two big holes for her arms and one for her neck.

Totally see-through, it looked more like something she'd wear over her nightgown than just wearing it alone. Having never worn it to bed before and by choosing it to wear now, with her ex-husband sexually attracted to woman half his age, she knew that her son was sexually attracted to her. Obviously, now that her husband was long gone, she felt and looked sexy wearing it. No doubt, eager to wear it for her son instead of for his father, perhaps it had been a long time since she felt sexy enough to wear it. Perhaps, her wearing such a revealing nightgown now was her signal to him that she wanted sex instead of sleep.

As if he was picking up his date for the Prom or giving his new bride privacy on their Honeymoon night, Michael patiently waited before lightly knocking on her bedroom door. Then, when she didn't answer, he respectfully and impatiently waited again, this time for her to answer his knock. When she didn't respond, nervous now, he lightly knocked again. Perhaps, she was in the master bathroom and was unable to hear him. When she didn't respond again, wondering if she had changed her mind and had already gone to bed, he knocked a third time.

'Maybe she's passed out drunk on her bed and I'll have to undress her,' he thought while imagining removing her low-cut blouse, her short skirt, her bra, and her panties. 'I'd love to strip my mother naked and put her to bed while touching and feeling her everywhere. Then, with her naked, I'd love to sleep with her while holding her. Even though I'd never violate her in such a violent way without her consent, if she awakened and agreed to have sex with me, I'd love to have sex with my drunken mother.'

He knocked again.

"Mom?" Not wanting to barge in on her in the way that she barged in on him earlier, he waited again for her to answer. The last thing he wanted to do was to ruin his chance of sleeping with her by embarrassing her if she wasn't decent. "Mom? Are you decent?" When she didn't answer, he asked the question he wanted to ask in the first place. "May I come in?"

With his mind reeling with sexual excitement of sleeping in the same bed with his mother, he hoped she wasn't decent. In the way that she opened his bedroom door when he was naked, masturbating, and cumming before, he hoped that she was naked, masturbating, and cumming now. Knowing better than that, he'd never catch his mother masturbating in the way that she caught him masturbating. He'd never catch her naked in the way she caught him naked.

In all their years together, granted that he was away at college for four years and home only for the holidays and summer, he had never even seen her in her bra and panties, never mind seeing topless, or naked. He'd love to see his mother in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked. Now that he thought more about it, he wouldn't mind undressing her, especially if she was too drunk to undress herself. He imagined touching and feeling his mother in all the places when she was drunk that he wished he could touch and feel his mother and didn't dare touch and feel his mother when she was sober.

A sexy sight to behold, he hoped she slept in the nude or topless with just panties. A sexy sight to behold, he hoped she'd wear that sexy, black nightgown that she always wore for his father on special occasions. A sexy sight to behold, he hoped she'd wear the sexy Victoria's Secret nightgown that he bought her for Valentine's Day. A sexy sight to behold, his mother could wear her clothes to bed or even a potato sack to bed and she'd still look sexy.

Allowing his sexual fantasies to inspire his horniness and take control of his libido, he knew she'd never wear such sexy nightgowns to bed with him sleeping with her. Yet, hoping beyond hope, if nothing more than his sexual fantasy to masturbate over later, he hoped that she'd open her bedroom door naked and insist that he'd be naked too. She wouldn't have to ask him twice to remove his tee shirt and his pajama bottoms. Only, in the way she'd greet him with her big, naked breasts, her blonde, trimmed pussy, and her round firm ass, he'd greet her with his already throbbing erection.

"Come in Michael," she said finally.

As soon as he opened her bedroom door, she turned her head to look at him while glancing down at his cock that tented his pajama bottoms before focusing her look on his face. As always she did with everything, she ignored the elephant in the room by not lingering her look and/or not commenting on his erection. He wished she would have stared at and commented on his erection so that he could comment on her sheer, sexy nightgown. Never having seen a nightgown so sheer and so sexy, he was already seeing more of his mother's naked body than he had ever seen before.

As if she was his queen and he was her king, or as if she was his new bride and he was her new groom, she was sitting at her dressing table brushing her shoulder length, blonde hair. She turned her body to face him with an inviting smile but when she did, in a serendipitous act of serendipity, a naked, sexual indiscretion, and a huge, embarrassing, fashion faux pas took hold of her. When she stood from her seat at her makeup mirror, her nightgown caught itself on the dressing table drawer. If her already flashing him her naked body with the sheerness of her nightgown wasn't enough, as a bonus, she flashed him even more.

As if the vanity table drawer was complicit in her flashing him her nearly, naked body, the table pulled her nightgown wide open for an instant before she could free her nightgown from the vanity drawer. She quickly closed it with a practiced hand. Then turning a bright red, she blushed that her son had seen as much her naked body, albeit if only but for an instant. Instead of acknowledging her nakedness, she didn't say a word.

Yet, if he had planned it and arranged it to happen, he couldn't have imagined her flashing him her naked body any better than if he tried. Surely, she couldn't have planned flashing him her naked body any better than if she tried and he wondered if she deliberately flashed him her naked body of if it was purely accidental. Yet, with her sudden, naked flash happening too fast to get a good look at her naked breast and naked pussy, he didn't have time to react in his stare to see anything other than knowing that she was naked beneath her nightgown.

'Wow. She's naked beneath her nightgown. My mother is naked,' he thought. 'She's naked under that thing. Holy Hell. This is the most I've ever seen of my mother. I can't believe she's going to wear that flimsy thing to bed. Now I wonder if she wants to do more than just sleep,' he thought while hoping she'd want to do more than just sleep.

Nonetheless the quickness of her hand in closing her nightgown, already recorded in his mind, he still saw a quick glimpse of her blonde, trimmed pussy, and the bottom of her naked breasts, just below her nipples. With her up-skirt, down-blouse, and up-blouse flashes so numerous, he wondered again if her flashing him her underwear clad body and now her nearly naked body was accidental or deliberate. There were just too many flashes for them all to be accidental.

Her nightgown was beautiful and with her looking like the Greek Goddess of love, Aphrodite, she looked sexy wearing it. Yet, he couldn't help but think of his mother naked. Especially after seeing a flash of her naked pussy and the bottom portion of her naked breasts, now, with him preoccupied with her naked body, he couldn't believe he saw so much of his naked mother.

'I saw my mother's naked cunt. I can't believe I saw my mother's naked cunt,' he thought. 'I saw the bottom part of my mother's big, naked breasts. I can't believe I saw the bottom part of my mother's big, naked tits.'

Now that she was standing in front of him in the bright light of her bedroom, had he not already known she was naked, he could clearly see that she was naked beneath the practically sheer material of her nightgown. As if he was a spy noticing every detail of her shapely, sexy, naked body, giving him a peek-a-boo shot of what lay beneath that flimsy material, he couldn't help but notice that her nightgown parted open in the front whenever she moved. Oddly and coincidentally enough, her nightgown looked exactly like the nightgown that Susan wore for her son, Charlie, in SusanJillParker's mother and son incest story that he read and masturbated over for three days, Mom Sleeps with Son on Christmas.

Bursting his eyeballs out of his head, she briefly flashed him enough of her blonde pussy for him to know that she wasn't wearing panties, that she's trimmed, and that she's a natural blonde, which, of course, he already knew. Only having seen her pussy in darkened, in-between her legs, up nightgowns flash before, never had he seen her pussy head on when she was standing immodestly and immorally tall in the soft light of her bedroom until now. Excitingly shocking, he couldn't believe he clearly saw his mom's cunt along with a nice flash of the bottom of her naked breasts.

With her standing in front of him, the bedroom light illuminated her and shined through her nightgown as if she was being X-rayed. Even with her nightgown fully closed, he could clearly see the shapely outline of her breasts through the thin, sheer material of her nightgown. Through the thin, nearly transparent material, he could clearly see her pink areolas and her pink, erect nipples. With her not wearing very much, maybe she was cold but for her nipples to already be erected, he'd rather think that she was as sexually excited as he was.

If he had to choose a nightgown for her to wear to bed, forget about the black one that she always wore for his father and forget about the sexy Victoria's Secret one he bought her for Valentine's Day. If he had to choose a nightgown for her to wear to bed, this would be the nightgown he'd chose for her to wear. By far, as if she was already standing before him naked, this nightgown was the sexiest and most revealing nightgown that he had ever seen.

Yet, shocked by her immoral immodesty and her relaxed and nearly nonexistent inhibitions, perhaps because she was a little drunk. Whether she was drunk or sober, he couldn't believe she was wearing this nightgown to bed. While spooning her, no matter where he touched her and how he held her, he'd be touching and holding his mother's naked skin. As if she was his Valentine's gift wrapped in pale, blue chiffon, tissue paper, he couldn't believe she'd be wearing this sexy nightgown to bed while lying beside her. Maybe the wine she consumed numbed her enough for her to not know what she was wearing and/or how much she was exposing of her beautiful body.

'I can't wait to get in bed with her,' he thought. 'I can't wait to touch her, hold her, spoon her, and feel her through this barely there, thin, sheer nightgown.'

Then, when she leaned forward at the waist to turn down the bed, just as it did when caught on the dressing table drawer, her nightgown opened in front again. Parting as if a curtain during a striptease show, just as she flashed him her naked pussy before, she flashed him her naked pussy again. Then, when she leaned forward more at the waist, as if her big tits beckoned him in the way that the sexy sirens on the rocky shore beckoned Ulysses in Homer's Odysseus, her breasts leaned forward with her. Just as she flashed him the bottoms portion of her breasts before, she flashed him the bottom part of her big, naked, tits again.

'Oh, my God,' he thought staring at all that she was immodestly and immorally showing him. 'If it's not enough that I saw my mother's naked pussy, I'm seeing my mother's naked tits. She has such beautiful tits. I love her shapely breasts and her big, erect nipples.'

Only this time, not making any moves to preserve her modesty, spare her morals, and/or to close her nightgown, acting as if she didn't know or care that she was as exposed as she was, she seemingly and deliberately flashed him without shame or embarrassment. Something he had wanted to see her do for years, his mother deliberately flashed him her naked body. He couldn't believe the woman of his sexual fantasies and masturbation sessions deliberately flashed him a head-on view of her naked pussy and a partial view of the bottom of her naked tits.

'Oh, my God,' he thought again. 'I can't believe how lovely she is. I can't believe the body she has. I can't believe she's wearing this to bed for me to hold her, comfort her, cuddle her, and spoon her. No matter where I hold her, I'll be touching something forbidden. No matter what I touch, I'll be masturbating myself tonight after I leave my mother's bedroom,' he thought to himself while staring at all that his mother was showing him of her beautiful, naked body.

Then, further surprising him, as if she was his late-night date instead of his MILF of a mother, she walked to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. When she pressed her nearly naked body against him, with him not knowing where else to put his horny hands, he wrapped his arm around her slim waist. He was so tempted to slide his hand down and inside her nightgown to squeeze her shapely and nearly, naked ass. Holding him as tight as he held her, she pressed her nightgown clad breasts against his t-shirt and her pussy against his pajama clad cock.

She looked in his hazel eyes with her blue eyes and gave him a sexy smile. Something he always imagined her doing in his sexual fantasies while masturbating himself, she gave him a kiss on the lips. She kissed him without parting his lips with her tongue but she kissed him longer than she did when she kissed him when they were beneath the mistletoe at Christmas. She kissed him longer than she did when she wished him a Happy Valentine's Day earlier today. He was so tempted to part her lips with his tongue but he didn't. Not wanting to ruin their first time sleeping together, he controlled the sexual lust that he had for his mother.

"What's that for?"

Surprised that his mother kissed him on his lips again, he looked at her looking at him. He so wanted to give his mother some tongue but too much too soon, he didn't dare. It was enough that she invited him to sleep in her bed. It was enough that she pressed her body against his and kissed him. It was enough that he had already seen so much of her naked body. Besides, this was his mother after all and not some barroom slut who brought him back to her apartment. Besides, he was in her bedroom not to have sex with her but to sleep with her and to hopefully help her get a good night's rest.

Not wanting to ruin things by rushing things, rather taking it slow, even if it was nothing more than desperate gropes and copping cheap feels of her nearly naked body as she slept, he'd be happy with that. With this his best chance to have sex with his mother, whatever happens will happen once he's in bed with her. Whatever happens will happen when he was holding her, comforting her, cuddling her, and spooning her. Allowing her to take the lead and make all the sexual moves, he was eagerly excited to know what would transpire next.

"It's Valentine's Day silly," she said laughing while removing her arms from around his neck to readjust and close her nightgown that had fallen open yet again. "Happy Valentine's Day, Michael," she said kissing him on the lips again. "I would have worn your nightgown that you bought me for Valentine's Day but I wanted to wash it before wearing it. This is a little something that I bought for your father but he wasn't around to see me wearing it," she said obviously lying while looking down at herself as if to see what she was showing before looking up at him. "What do you think of it?"

She took a step back and twirled herself around in front of him and when she did, as if she was wearing a flared skirt that buttoned at the neck, her nightgown opened yet again. Obviously, making sure that he got a good look at her naked body, with her nightgown flaring out as if she had wings, she twirled around again to show him most of her naked breasts and her naked pussy. She stared at him in the way that he stared at her.

"I think your nightgown is beautiful and you look beautiful wearing it," he said feeling himself blushing from staring at his nearly naked mother.

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If only he knew that his mother's sexual seduction of him had been already preplanned. If only he knew that she bought this nightgown just for him with the hopes that he'd volunteer to sleep with her, wouldn't he be surprised? If only he knew she was playing him in the way that he played her this morning when giving his mother a masturbation show. Now that she knew her son sexually wanted her, if only he knew his mother sexually wanted him as much as he incestuously wanted her, he'd be stunned. Calling his bluff, with her crossing the incestuous line, it would soon be up to him to make the forbidden moves.

Now that she had flashed him most of her nearly, naked body, if only to sacrifice her comfort for her modesty, she kept her hand in front of her as if she was wearing a hospital gown backwards. With him wanting to see more quick peeks and have more furtive glances of her naked body, he wished it was suddenly windy in her bedroom. As if he was suddenly transported in time to a hilltop in Salzburg, Austria, to witness Julie Andrews making The Sound of Music, he'd love to see her wearing this nightgown while standing on a mountain top in the wind.

'My cock is alive by the sight of mother,' he thought while singing his sexy song to the music of the Sound of Music.

As if she was an angel, his semi-naked angel to ogle, or was Sally Fields as the Flying Nun, he'd loved to see her nightgown billowing open in the wind around her naked body as she flew overhead. He so wanted to put on the overhead fan but it was a little chilly in her bedroom already. He couldn't wait to get her beneath the covers and warm himself by cuddling with his nearly, naked mother. He couldn't help but wonder if she wanted him to touch her, feel her, and fondle her in all the places that he was not only seeing now but also would love to touch, feel, and fondle her later.