Mom & Son's Valentine's Day Sex Ch. 08

'Oh, my God,' he thought incestuously aroused even more than he was before by the image of his mother taking his big dick in her mouth. He imagined her stroking him while sucking him. He imagined her deep throating him. He imagined cumming in his mother's beautiful mouth before cumming all over her face, in her hair, and across her naked breasts.

'I'd do anything for my mother to give me a blowjob,' he thought.

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While his mother stroked him, he persevered in his quest to learn more about her sexual background. He was curious to know if she was forced to do any of his father's friends while his father watched. His drunken friends were relentless in touching her, groping her, and trying to kiss her. She didn't dare go in the pool while wearing her bikini with his drunken friends there.

With him already giving up on his mother blowing him, making love to him, and fucking him, he knew she was just sexually teasing him to make him cum. If she was going to give him anything, she'd definitely give him a hand job. Yet, in addition to a hand job, with her not giving him a blowjob, at the very least, he wanted to know more about her sexual life so that he'd have even more to masturbate over later.

"Tell me what you sexually did with my father. I want to know," he said looking at his mother with as much curiosity as he looked at her with sexual excitement. "It sexually excites me to know and for me to imagine you having sex with him."

As if she was telling him a bedtime story, she made herself comfortable against him. Yet, her mood changed again from sexual excitement to sadness and to anger. Obviously, she was angry when talking about her sexual past with her ex-husband to her son. Obviously, he should let this go and not bring it up again. The last thing he wanted to do was to ruin their sexual fun and their incestuous good time.

"Your father was a disrespectful and insensitive pig, especially when he was drunk and, especially during those last few years, he was always drunk," she said. "He forced me to do some sexual things with his friends that I still regret, that I still have nightmares over, and the still makes my skin crawl."

She looked at her son as if apologizing for all that she was ready to say about his father's bad, sexually abusive, and violent behavior.

"I'm sorry, Mom. You don't have to tell me if you'd rather not," he said.

She smiled at him as if he was her therapist instead of her son.

"It's okay," she said. "Having never told anyone, I'd rather talk about it to someone and being that you know what your dad was like, especially after absconding with your ex-girlfriend, better that I talk about it to you than to a stranger."

She fell as quiet as she looked sad.

"It's okay, Mom. You're right. I know how Dad was. He was an asshole. I'd never judge you for whatever he did or made you do," he said while suspecting his father did some terrible things to his mother.

While still holding onto his prick and slowly sliding her fingers over the head of his cock as if it was her worry stone, she gave her son a warm smile.

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"He was always trying to get me to flash my tits to his drunken friends. He encouraged them to touch me, feel me, and grope me. He even wanted me to have sex with his friends while he watched and masturbated himself," she said.

Michael looked at his mother with horror before his look changed to anger and hatred for his father.

"That's terrible mother. Dad was such a drunken pig," he said.

She nodded her head in agreement of her son.

"Using me and sexually abusing me, always waiting for when I was carrying something, he used to pull off my bikini top and pull down my tube top to expose my naked breasts to his drunken friends. No matter which way I turned, one of his friends would be there staring while groping me," she said suddenly looking sad.

She looked at her son with sadness and while continuing to ever so slowly stroke him. Like father like son, he looked at her with sexual excitement. Even though it angered him that his father was so mean to his mother, it sexually excited him that his friends not only saw her naked breasts but also felt her naked breasts.

"Sorry, Mom," he said but he wasn't apologizing for his father's bad behavior, he was apologizing for his own sexual excitement.

She looked away from him and stared down at his erect prick in her hand while continuing what she needed to say as she continued stroking her son.

"God forbid I should wear a skirt, he'd lift my skirt to my waist and then try to pull down my panties to flash them my naked ass and pussy. Mortified and humiliated, I was so embarrassed. I was so angry."

Knowing that's what drunken men do, guilty of that himself, especially when at a party with a hot, drunken woman, yet, this was his morally modest and somewhat religious mother and not just some drunken whore of a woman. He looked at his mother with compassion, forbearance, and understanding albeit mixed with sexual excitement. Obviously, he was getting off on other men seeing and groping his mother.

"I'm sorry, Mom. We don't have to discuss this anymore, if you'd rather not," he said.

As if she was being brave, she nodded her head.

"It's okay. It's in the past and I'm over it now. Yet, being that I'm still angry over all he did to me and forced me to do, I obviously need to talk about all that happened," she said falling silent.

While Michael cupped his mother's big breasts in his horny hands, she continued fondling her son's erect prick before speaking again.

"Take your time, Mother," he said rubbing her back and massaging her shoulders.

She gave him a warm, motherly smile.

"Just as you obviously do," she said looking down at his hands on her tits. "Your father loved my big tits. He was proud of my shapely breasts and big nipples. He encouraged me to wear sexy clothes and whenever I did, I paid the price by him exposing me. I lost count how many times he showed men my naked breasts against my will, especially whenever I was carrying something, was too slow to react, and/or too drunk to stop him."

Angry that his father would sexually assault and violently abuse his mother in such a disrespectful way, he looked at her with anger mixed with sexual excitement. Now that he knew how it affected his mother, he felt guilty over all the drunken women the he and his friends sexually abused at drunken, college frat parties. What comes around, goes around and with his mother now a victim of men's sexual depravity too, he suddenly felt guilty over all the nasty and disrespectful things that he and his drunken friends did while on Spring break.

"I'm sorry, Mom," said Michael suddenly feeling ashamed that he was acting like his father by asking her such personal, sexual questions for the benefit of his sexual titillation and incestuous excitement.

Yet, like father like son, he imagined how sexually exciting it would be to expose his mother to his friends and/or to other men. Like father like son, now that they were nearly sexually intimate, if she wore a tube top or a bikini in front of him, he'd be tempted to do what his father did and flash her tits to unsuspecting men. As much as he understood his mother's anger and felt her pain, he understood his father's sexual lust in wanting to share his wife by flashing her to his friends. Now, that he saw the pain that it caused her, he'd never treat his mother so insensitively.

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She continued her sexual confession and, again, as if his prick was her worry stone while rubbing his cock with her thumb, she didn't let go of her son's cock while telling him her sexual secrets. She even held his prick tighter while she confessed what her husband forced her to do and to endure. Perhaps, with her knowing that whatever she told her son, sexually excited him, she used her sexual confession as she would if giving him hot, sexy, incestuous, pillow talk. Perhaps, she used her sexual confession to further tease and perhaps even seduce her son, not that she needed to even try to seduce him.

"As if I was a Japanese woman riding the subway and forced to have sex with strange men, he'd leave me in a room with his drunken friends to smoke his cigar on the patio while they sexually assaulted me. Whenever I was drunk enough, he hoped that I'd have sex with his horny friends. The last straw was when three of his friends held me down against my will on the couch and stripped me naked. Admittedly, I was drunk, too drunk to stop them from stripping off my clothes. While one held my arms, another stuck his cock in my mouth, and a third was eating my pussy before trying to fuck me," she said.

Michael looked at his mother in horror.

"Those bastards! Those assholes! That's horrible Mom. Dad was a real dick to you," he said. "He's such an asshole. If ever I see him again, I'll punch him in his nose."

She looked at her son with sorrow.

"They would have gangbang raped me had I not screamed and fought them. Lucky for me, they were drunker than I was. Fortunately, they were all to drunk to maintain an erection. Yet, for your father to allow his friends to rape me told me that he had no respect for me and that he no longer loved me," said Kimberly.

Michael nodded his head in sadness.

"I'm glad you're rid of the asshole," said her son.

Kim nodded her head in agreement.

"It wasn't long after that I discovered that he was having an affair with your girlfriend, that slut. God she was such a whore," she said. "It wasn't long after that when he left me for Jessica and asked me for a divorce to marry her." She shook her head in anger. "Good luck to them. They deserve one another. I'm sure that if he wanted her to have sex with his friends, she would," said Kim.

Michael nodded her head as if she was thinking.

"Sorry, Mom. That was my fault for introducing Jessica to Dad," he said. "I never should have brought her home. Only, I didn't know she was like that and I definitely didn't know that Dad was like that either. I never should have left them alone together."

Kimberly shrugged her confusion.

"I understand what a 48-year-old man would want with a 24-year-old woman but I still don't understand what a 24-year-old woman would want with a 48-year-old, drunk," she said giving her son a sad smile.

Just as Michael ruined the sexual mood by asking her about his father, Kimberly ruined the sexual mood with her sexually abusive confession and by bringing up Jessica. Michael felt guilty that he was responsible for introducing Jessica to his father. He felt responsible that he had ended their marriage. Yet, if it wasn't his ex-girlfriend leaving with his father, with his father obviously into young chicks, it would have been some other, young woman.

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Mother and son fell silent. While she mindlessly stroked him, he continued to excitedly fondle her breasts while avoiding her nipples. She stared down at his cock with sad eyes while he stared at her naked breasts with sexually excited eyes. He wanted to continue feeling his mother's naked tits but after she confessed all that his father's friends sexually did to her, he felt awkward feeling up his mother. He didn't want her to deem him in the same sexual category as them. Instead, unable to stop himself from continuing their sexual conversation, building up to where they were before, he continued their sexual, pillow talk.

"Is what you're doing now what you used to do with Dad? Did you hold Dad's cock in your hand while moving your hand back and forth in the way you're doing now with me," he said looking down at his mother's hand before looking up at her. "Did you used to fondle Dad's prick in the way that you're fondling my prick now while he fondled your breasts?"

She looked at him and gave him a sexy smile.

"Of course, this is what I did with your father and what he wished I'd do with his friends," she said making a sadly sour face before laughing. "If it was up to him and if I allowed him to have his sexual way, he'd have me suck and fuck all of his friends while he watched and masturbated himself. Hopefully, Jessica will accommodate him in that regard," she said with sadness. She looked at Michael with sad eyes. "When he stared drinking, he turned into such a foul man."

Then, when seeing him looking at her with love and sexual excitement, she gave him a big smile. If she wasn't beautiful enough, she was even more beautiful when she smiled. He loved her smile. She was so beautiful when she wasn't so sad.

"Dad was a lucky man to have someone who was as beautiful, as sexy, and as intelligent as you in his life," he said.

She nodded her head as if agreeing with him. Then, she finally asked him the question that he was hoping to hear.

"Is that what you want?" She stroked him a little faster. "Is that what you'd like me to do for you?" She looked from him to look down at his prick before looking up at him again. "We moved away from the subject of sex," she said giving him a excited look as if asking him what he wanted for Christmas. "Would you like me to masturbate you?"

She gave him a sexy smile and a naughty look. He returned her sexy smile and naughty look with his sexy smile and naughty look.

"Yes," he said slyly.

She stroked him a little faster while continuing to sexually tease him. It was sexually special to hear his mother talk dirty to him. She looked so sexy while saying such sexually suggestive things. After all, this was his mother and not some whore. He couldn't imagine any man not wanting a hand job from his mother, especially while feeling her big, naked breasts.

"I bet you'd you like to cum all over my hand," she said again in the way she said before. "Or maybe you'd like to ejaculate your cum across my big, naked tits," she said with a laugh while giving him a teasing look and sitting upright to puff out her chest.

Michael returned his mother's stare with his stare.

"God, yes, Mom, I'd love for you to masturbate me. I love to cum all over your hand. I'd love to ejaculate my cum across your naked breasts," he admitted.

She gave him another sexy smile before really sexually teasing him. In the way that she looked at him, obviously, she was about to say something that would really get to him. Obviously, she knew just want to say to make him crazy with incestuous desire for her.

"If I remember correctly what you said when I was standing in your bedroom this morning while watching you masturbate, you said that you wanted to cum in my mouth."

'Oh, God,' he thought. 'He'd love nothing better than to ejaculate his cum in his mother's beautiful mouth.

"Mom," he said.

As if sexually anticipating her taking him in her mouth and suck him, Mom was all that he could say. She looked at him with sexual lust in the way that he looked at her with incestuous desire. She paused to stare at her son staring at her before asking him the million-dollar question.

"Do you still want to do that? Do you want me to blow you? Do you want me to suck your prick? Do you still want to cum in my mouth? Tell me, Michael, would you like to cum in Mommy's mouth?"

He stared at his mother as if he was having a sexual fantasy. His mouth fell open while imagining his mother taking his stiff prick in her mouth. He imagined putting a gentle hand behind her blonde, pretty head. He imagined humping her mouth and fucking her face before shooting a huge load of cum in his mother's mouth and watching her swallow.

"Mom," he said.

At a loss for words, as if he could no longer speak, Mom was all that he could say. Again, in the way that he looked at her incestuous desire, she looked at him with sexual lust. She gave him another sexy smile and another naughty look before asking him a second question and before he answered her first question.

"Tell me. I'd like to know. Would you like me to give you a blowjob? Is that what you want? Would you like Mommy to suck your prick? I bet you'd love to cum in my mouth. I bet you'd love me to swallow your cum too," she said with a sexy smile and a dirty laugh.

The color drained from his face and his jaw fell open again.

"God, yes," he said. "Oh, Mom, yes, I'd love to watch you blow me. I'd love to cum in your beautiful mouth. I'd love to watch you to swallow my cum," he said sliding a slow finger across her full lips.

She smiled while continuing to stroke him. She briefly took his finger in her mouth to suck his finger as if she was sucking his cock. As if his mother was sexually eating a banana in front of him, he watched his mother suck his finger as if she was blowing him. Not done teasing him, she continued driving him wild with incestuous lust.

"If I remember correctly when I was standing in your room this morning while watching you masturbate yourself, you said that you wanted to give me a cum bath," she said looking at her son as if she was an attorney cross examining him. "Is that what you'd still like to do? Do you still want to give me a cum bath? Do you still want to not only shoot a load of cum in my mouth but also a second load all over my face, in my hair, and across my big, naked breasts?"

Unmercifully teasing him sexually, she looked at him with insight while he stared at her with incestuous delirium. He couldn't believe his mother was reiterating all the things that he said this morning while masturbating himself. He couldn't believe his mother was such a sexy, sexual tease. He'd love nothing more than to masturbate in front of his mother again. He'd love nothing more than to give his mother a cum bath after ejaculating a load of cum in her mouth.

"More than anything, Mom," he said. "I'd love for you to masturbate me. I'd love to cum all over your hand, and across your beautiful breasts, just as I'd love for you to blow me and allow me to cum in your mouth, and watch you swallow my cum, before giving you a cum bath."

She lifted her head from her pillow to rest it in her hand and to support it with her elbow while staring at him. She continued looking at him but he didn't turn to look at her. Feeling awkwardly embarrassed that he wanted his mother in such an incestuously, forbidden, sexual way, nonetheless, wishing that she'd masturbate him before blowing him, he couldn't help but to feel as incestuously perverted as he felt sexually excited. He couldn't help but wonder if she was just teasing him or if she was actually going to go through with all the sexual things that she said.

"I'd like to do all those sexual things with you too," she said looking at him before leaning into him to kiss him.

Suddenly he felt as embarrassed as he felt ashamed that he confessed his sexual lust for his mother this morning while masturbating himself. Now feeling much like the incestuous pervert he was, he felt just as embarrassed as he felt ashamed that he masturbated and ejaculated in front of his mother earlier today. In the way that his mother showed her sexual lust for him, he wished he had been more of a man and shown his incestuous lust for her.

Even though her actions and the conversation that he had led to the incestuous, sexual suggestion, he felt uncomfortable asking his mother for a hand job and/or a blowjob. He felt uncomfortable asking his mother for sex when they were just supposed to be sleeping in the same bed together. When did holding, comforting, cuddling, and spooning one another turn into sex? Nonetheless, he wanted much more than just a hand job or even a blowjob. He wanted a sexual relationship. Justifying his lust with his immoral, unnatural, and forbidden sexual attraction to his mother, not allowing this opportunity to pass, he needed to make his sexual feelings known to his mother.

"Even though I do want you to give me a hand job, a blowjob, and I'd love to give you a cum bath," he said with sadness instead of with sexual excitement. "I don't know if we should do those sexual things," he said already regretting saying that she shouldn't give him a hand job and a blowjob before he gave her a cum bath. "Perhaps, I should return to my room and let you sleep," he said with sadness, horniness, and sexual frustration.