Mother & Son Celebrate Christmas Ch. 03

Now that he was still in her bedroom with her while she was still topless, she wondered what his agenda was. Was he continuing to tickle her to get her to remove her hands and arms away from her breasts so that he could see, touch, and feel her tits? Or was he tickling her as his pretense and as his prelude to doing more with his mother than just seeing, touching, and feeling her tits? So long as he continued tickling her while touching and feeling her, it didn't much matter which he wanted to do with her.

She was just thrilled that he was finally paying her the sexual attention that she always hoped he'd give her. Maybe with him seeing her tits, touching her breasts, and feeling her boobs was enough for him to call off the wedding. Maybe after this public display of incestuous, sexual affection, while hoping for more than just tickling and teasing between a mother and her son, he'd stay with her instead of abandoning her to move to California with Cynthia. She'd love to see her son leave that bitch of a cougar standing at the altar.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle...," he said. Obviously encouraged by her not stopping him and not even protesting very much, he continued touching and feeling more of her exposed breasts with every tickle. "Tickle, tickle, tickle...," he teased. "Tickle, tickle, tickle," he said touching and feeling her where no son should ever touch and feel his mother.

"Jerry don't," she said wiggling away from him. "Jerry stop," she said squirming out of his horny hands. "Don't tickle me. Please don't tickle me," she said laughing harder to encourage him to tickle and to feel more of her. "No more," she said.

Finally allowing him free access to her tits, she turned to face him again. Deliberately moving her hands and arms away from herself, she pushed against him while exposing her breasts to his horny eyes and hands. In her feigned, feeble attempt to push him away, she hoped that he'd touch and feel even more of her and was happy when he did.

"I can't believe you're so ticklish Mom," he said continuing to tickle her as his reason to touch her and feel her while ogling her.

With her breasts bouncing up and down and her tits swaying from side to side while she laughed, moved away from him, and leaned forward to catch her breath, she allowed him to see her breasts from every angle. She allowed him to touch her breasts from every which way. As if she was his Prom date instead of his mother, there wasn't a square inch of her tits that he didn't see, touch, and/or feel.

"Oh my God," she said looking at him staring down at her before looking back up at him with her eyes just as sexually transfixed on him as his was on her. "I'm so embarrassed that you've seen me topless while dressed only in my bikini panties," she said playing her game role in her sexy game of tease. Not embarrassed at all, what she really wanted to say was I'm so sexually aroused that you've seen my tits, touched my tits, and felt my tits.

Figuring their tickling fun was over, he surprised her further in doing something she never thought he'd dare do. As if forcing his mother to do something she'd never willingly do, he grabbed both of her arms and held them behind her back while tickling her, touching her, and feeling her breasts. Feeling her hands pressed firmly against his bulging cock that grew so hard in his pants behind her, little did he know that she's been waiting while hoping that he'd make such an aggressively, incestuous move. Laughing a little too much in her faked, helpless state, she couldn't believe he saw her breasts while feeling her tits and now was forcing her hands to feel his erection poking against his trousers. She couldn't believe he finally saw her topless and nearly naked but for her sheer, bikini panties.

Whether by accident or deliberately, seeing her and touching her now, too late, what difference did it make with him getting married in just a few short hours to a woman who looked exactly like her? She was losing him to that woman, a woman who didn't deserve him, want him, and love him in the way that she did. In their every growing lustful desire for one another, too bad that they didn't have the courage years or even months ago to cross that forbidden incestuous line for them to tickle and tease and do all that they were inappropriately doing now. A mother with her son, especially when adding sex to the recipe, there wasn't a bond stronger than that.

She wished that this was their daily teasing and tickling fun. In the way that he probably does with Cynthia, she couldn't believe that he touched her breasts and felt her breasts on the absurd pretense of helping her to dress while tickling her instead. She couldn't believe that he was touching, feeling, and groping her ample breasts in the way that she always wanted him to touch, feel, and grope her big tits. If only they had started something like this before, maybe they could have developed something that no other woman could come between them to stop.

Perhaps he wouldn't be leaving her now to marry Cynthia. Perhaps he wouldn't be leaving Massachusetts for California if only she made the first move to cross the incestuous line instead of waiting for him to finally tickle her. Filled with as much sadness as she was with regret, she only wished he had done this long ago and long before he met Cynthia. Only with nothing more to do than to enjoy their incestuous moment together, maybe she'd make a sexual impression on him now that he'd never forget later.

With him holding her hands behind her back, he rubbed the palms of her hands against his emerging erection. With her feebly struggling to free herself, she felt his meaty palms slowly slide across her erect nipples. Just as she couldn't believe he grabbed whole handfuls of her tits on the pretense of reaching around her to tick her, she couldn't believe he felt her hard, erect nipples albeit with his palms instead of with his fingertips.

If she didn't know any better, she'd think that her son was purposely holding her hands against his cock while rubbing his erection against his hands. If she didn't know better, she'd think that her son was deliberately touching her and feeling her where no son should ever touch and feel his mother. If she didn't know any better, she'd think that her son was as horny as she was for him and hornier for her than he was for his soon to be wife. Able to make him happier than that woman ever could, she wished he wasn't getting married to Cynthia. She wished he'd call off the wedding to stay home with her to play tickle and tease with her every day and every night.

"Tickle, tickle, tickle...," he said while tickling and tickling her. "Tickle, tickle, tickle...," he said while touching and feeling her tits.

She always suspected that her son was sexually attracted to her but she never truly believed that he was. Thinking that she was the one sexually attracted to him, as if an epiphany, if only by the woman he chose to marry, it was then that she realized that she was right. The same height, the same C cup, sized breasts, and the same big, blue eyes and natural blond hair, they could have been sisters instead of mother-in-law and daughter-in-law. When Jerry met Cynthia on a dating site and when she met Cynthia that first time, she always wondered what his search criteria was in his description for his perfect woman.

Did he key in that he wanted someone who looked exactly like his mother? Was he specifically looking for a woman who looked like her, a tall, beautiful, blue-eyed, and blonde woman with big tits? Certainly that description would fit a lot of women but not when the woman looked so much like her. It was obvious to her now, especially with him tickling her while feeling her tits and forcing her hands to feel his erection through his pants, that he wanted her and not Cynthia. For certain, he wanted his mother and not some cloned copy.

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When they met six years ago, with him barely 22-years-old at the time, Janice always wondered if Jerry was thinking of her while Cynthia was sucking his cock. After seeing their resemblance, she couldn't help but wonder if he was thinking of his mother when he was fucking Cynthia's 43-year-old pussy. Certainly, after meeting Janice and seeing her resemblance to her, Cynthia must have thought the same thing. Wishing it was true and hurting her with remorse and regret if it was true, she always wondered if he married her because he wanted to have sex with his mother.

What she suspected as being true before, especially after meeting Cynthia and especially after this tickling session, she couldn't help but think was even truer now. If only he had shown his incestuous lust for her before, she would have been more than happy to sexually accommodate him. Yet with one preventing the other from taking that next step over the incestuous line, as if they were standing at the edge of a cliff with a perilously fatal fall below, both were too afraid to go where they should never go. Much worse than losing him to a woman his age who looked nothing like her, she only wished that she wasn't losing him to her clone.

The fact that he had his wicked way with her exposed breasts on his wedding day gave her even more evidence and some sexual satisfaction, albeit frustratingly now, that it was her that he wanted instead of Cynthia. In the way that Jerry married Cynthia because, no doubt, he wanted to have sex with his mother, she always wondered if Cynthia married Jerry because she wanted to have sex with her son, Steven, the same age as Jerry. Maybe now that Cynthia was free of Jerry, she'll begin an incestuous romance with Steven in the way that Janice hoped to have an incestuous relationship with Jerry.

"Turn around," she said playing the coy, embarrassed mother while wondering what he'd do next and while hoping he'd do more.

Sexually exciting her by his stare, she's never had any man, including her husband, stare at her tits before in the way that her son was staring at her breasts now. Wanting more, she hoped he'd touch and feel her through her panties. She hoped he'd strip off her panties to grope her ass and finger her pussy. She hoped he'd force her to her knees to suck him before fucking him.

"Okay," he said laughing while turning around. "I'm not looking Mom. You may get dressed."

Before removing her hands from her breasts to put on her bra, wishing he was still staring at her and watching her, she turned to see him facing the other way.

"Being that you've already seen and touched enough of my boobs, I don't want to be flashing you anymore of my tits on your wedding day," she said laughing. No doubt, still titillated that he saw her big tits, touched her big breasts, and felt her big boobs, as much as she was, as soon as her son turned around, she put on her bra, slipped on her pantyhose, and stepped in her dress. "Help me with the zipper please," she said while hoping he'd lift her dress, pull down her panties, pull out his cock, and bend her over her bed while fucking her.

Unable to make the first move, even though perhaps he did by staying in her room while she was topless to tickle her, tease her, and touch her, she was paralyzed when confronted with incestuous sex on his wedding day. Too little too late, perhaps had this been any other day, she would have taken the next step and felt his cock through his pants while he was feeling her tits and fingering her nipples. Yet, as a one last ditch, desperately, hopeful effort, she wished he'd push her back on the bed and take her right there while announcing his love for her and denouncing his love for Cynthia.

She'd suck his cock if only he'd allow her to do that. She'd make love to him if only he'd allow her to do that too. Instead, of marrying Cynthia, a little too late for that with this their wedding today, she wished he'd admit his sexual desire and declare his love for her. An understatement but too little too late for her to feel that too, it was a rush that her son was standing in her bedroom watching her getting dressed, something her husband always did. With her sheer bikini panties barely concealing her naked ass and pussy, never has she exposed so much of her shapely body to her son at one time and never has he touched and felt as much of his mother.

"You look beautiful Mom," he said zipping her dress while kissing her neck as if he was her lover instead of her son.

"Now help me find the right jewelry to wear," she said spraying on some Shalimar perfume. "You're much better at accessorizing me than I am," she said.

Always wanting to be a jeweler, Jerry picked out her earrings, bracelet, and necklace to wear. The last memory of him before he moved across the country to California that was the last time she saw him until he called her to tell her that he had divorced Cynthia. Never invited to his home, Cynthia's house actually, they were equal in their dislike and jealousy of one another. Maybe perhaps because they both knew that Jerry was more attracted to his mother than to his wife, Cynthia didn't like Janice as much as Janice didn't like her.

Not wanting to pry him for information, Janice allowed him to stew and percolate until he was ready to talk. Only, instead of talking and volunteering the private information that she was curious to know, he remained silent about why the relationship and subsequent marriage that he had with Cynthia soured. Not wanting to talk about it, he never did volunteer any personal information about Cynthia and/or about their marital problems nor the reason for their divorce. Curious why he didn't divulge any information, perhaps it was as if he was embarrassed that he married his surrogate mother.

Perhaps realizing that he had made a mistake in marring Cynthia, it was as if he was eager to put that part of his life and her in the past to forget her. Other than negatively passing comments about Cynthia being a bitch, he said not another word about her. It was as if she never existed and as far as Janice was concerned, she'd rather pretend that she didn't exist. Now with her son home and with him already showing his attraction for her by marrying her clone and tickling her while topless, it was up to Janice to take their mother and son relationship to the next level.

To be continued...