Mother & Son Have Oral Sex Ch. 01

Hoping to give her some sexy ideas while hinting at what he wanted and sexually expected from his mother while watching her stupid movies, he only wished she'd agree to watch one of the movies he wanted her to see. Curious for her reaction to the sexual scenes and to the nudity, he'd love to watch The Secretary and/or Spanking the Monkey with his mother. How hot would that be to watch his favorite, sexual cult movies with his mother? Only, with her considering those movies trash, in the way that he watched her stupid, chick flicks with her, she'd never agree to watch either one of those movies with him. He had already asked her to watch those movies with him and she refused.

"You'll have to watch those movies on your own, Michael," she said making a disapproving face with a nervous laugh. "I read about those movies online and The Secretary with James Spader and Maggie Gyllenhaal is about a lawyer who sexually, albeit consensually abuses his secretary with bondage and sadomasochism. That's just gross," she said shaking her head as if she was a librarian. "It's beyond me how people can mix pain with pleasure."

He looked at her with feigned shock that she'd feel that way about one of his all-time favorite movies.

"Actually, Mom, in the way that I read Playboy for the articles and for the cartoons, I watch The Secretary not for the sex but for the acting," he said while trying to maintain a straight face. "Even though she gets naked in all of her movies, Maggie Gyllenhaal is a great actress. James Spader is another great actor too. Before starring in Boston Legal, he starred in White Castle with Susan Sarandon, another one of my favorite movies. James Spader now stars in The Blacklist. If you won't watch The Secretary with me, will you at least watch Spanking the Monkey with me?"

While he tried to not to show his sexual excitement over the hope that his mother would agree to watch Spanking the Monkey with him, she made a face of disbelief at him while rolling her eyes. Nonetheless her obvious disgust for incest and all things incestuous, he'd love to know his mother's opinion of what she thought of son wanting to have sex with his mother and a mother sexually teasing her son. He'd love to roleplay Spanking the Monkey with his mother.

"Spanking the Monkey? Really Michael. Spanking the Monkey is slang for self-abusing oneself with masturbation. That movie is even worse than The Secretary. I read that movie is about a son sexually lusting over his mother and a mother sexually lusting over her son," said his mother making a distasteful face. "That's so disgusting. Sorry, but that's not for me," she said waving her hands as if giving a warning. "I can't imagine a son wanting to have sex with his mother and a mother agreeing to have sex with her son," she said with staunch morality.

There goes his incestuous, sexual fantasy washed away by his mother's morals. Totally disappointed, this time he made a face of disbelief at her while rolling his eyes.

"Really Mother. The movie is not sexual at all. The movie is about a son who postpones going to college, MIT, the Massachusetts Institute of Technology, to help his mother through a difficult time after she falls and breaks her leg," he said nodding his head to reinforce what he had just said was the truth.

She gave him another look of disbelief.

"I see," she said. "Obviously, when it comes to that sort of thing, incest, sexual impropriety, and sexual inappropriateness, we see things much differently, Mother."

He returned her stern look with a smile.

"What some may see as scenes of sexual incest, in the way of Norman Bates helping his mother, Norma Bates, through a difficult time while running the Bates Motel, I saw the story as a son's love for his mother." Again, he dramatically nodded his head while wiping a feigned tear from his eye. He bowed his head solemnly and put a touching, heavy hand to his heart. "It was a truly touching mother and son love story."

Emma laughed.

"Bullshit. That's just bullshit Michael," laughed Emma. "Spanking the Monkey is a movie about a mother who is sexually attracted to her son and a son who masturbates over his mother. I don't know which character is worse, the mother or the son. Actually, the mother is worse," she said nodding her head. "She should know better than to use her sexuality to incestuously tease her son. She uses her broken leg and flashing him her naked body as her sexually, incestuous way to keep him from leaving her for college," said his mother.

Unable to convince her otherwise that Spanking the Monkey was a wholesome family movie, he hated it when his mother right and saw through him. Hoping to get her in the mood for incestuous sex, he wished his mother would watch those movies with him in the way that he watched her movies with her. He only wished his mother would embrace him not just as her son but also as her incestuous lover.

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'Is that what you'd like to do to me, spank my naked ass?' He imagined his mother asking him that question while watching The Secretary. 'Is that what you wished you could do to my naked body?' He imagined his mother asking him that question before interrogating him while watching Spanking the Monkey.

'Do you want to have sex with my naked body?' He imagined her staring up at him while waiting for him to respond. 'Is that it? Tell me, Michael. Do you want to fuck me?'

When he didn't answer, he imagined her continuing to ask him questions.

'I'm sorry,' he imagined himself saying when he overstepped their mother and son boundaries.

He imagined her suddenly looking at him as if she was just as sexually excited as he was.

'Would you like me to blow you, Michael? Would you like me to suck you cock?' She gave him that same look when he pretended he was sick and wanted to stay home from school so long ago. "I bet you'd love to cum in my pussy and in my mouth,' he thought while imagining his mother shocking him by saying all of that when she'd never say any of that. 'I bet you'd love to give me a cum bath and cum all over my face, my hair, and my naked tits too.'

Nonetheless his denials of wanting to have sex with his mother, he'd love to have sex with his mother. He'd love to order his mother to lean over the couch in the way that James Spader, as Mr. Grey, ordered Maggie Gyllenhaal, as Lee Holloway, to place her elbows on his desk. He'd love to stand behind his mother in the way that James Spader stood behind Maggie Gyllenhaal, had her lift her skirt to her waist, pull down her pantyhose and panties to her ankles, and spread her legs. He'd love to raise his mother's bathrobe to her waist, pull down her panties, and spread her legs. Then, in the way that Mr. Grey masturbated himself over Lee Holloway's naked ass, he'd love to masturbate himself all over his mother's naked ass too.

Not stopping there, he'd love for his mother to feign an injury, perhaps a back injury, where he'd have to help her take a bath or a shower. He imagined helping his mother getting undressed. He imagined unbuttoning her blouse to expose her bra to him. He imagined unbuttoning and unzipping her skirt to expose her panties to him. He imagined unhooking and removing her bra to expose her naked breasts to him. He imagined slowly sliding down her panties to expose her bra, bushy pubic hair and her round, shapely ass to him.

As if he was her male nurse, he imagined having to strip his mother naked in readiness to help her take her bath or shower. While gently helping her in the tub or holding her up in the shower so that she didn't slip and fall, he imagined touching and feeling her everywhere that he'd love to touch and feel his mother. In the way that Jeremy Davies as Ray Aibelli helped his mother, Susan Aibelli played by Alberta Watson, shower in Spanking the Monkey, he'd love to help his mother wash her dirty, naked body too.

Then, later, he'd love to treat her as if she was his Japanese concubine instead of his mother. After imagining washing his mother everywhere he'd love to wash his mother and everywhere a son should never wash his mother, he'd love to reverse the roles. He'd love to feign an injury where his mother needed to help bathe him too. He'd love for his mother to wash him everywhere a mother should never wash her son and everywhere he'd love for his mother to wash him.

"Wash my cock, Mom. My stiff prick is so very dirty. Yeah, that's it. Right there. Really scrub it. My prick is really filthy, Mom. As if you're polishing the silver, polish on and polish off, use some wrist action to wipe it clean," he imagined saying to his mother. "Grip it tighter. Faster, Mom, faster. Move your hand back and forth faster."

'Wow,' he thought. 'How hot would that be to bathe each other's naked bodies? Rub-a-dub-dub, I wish I could have some sexy, naked fun with Mom in the tub.'

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In the way that Faye Dunaway, as the religious zealot Mrs. Pendrake, quoted the Bible in Little Big Man, he imagined his mother as Faye Dunaway playing Mrs. Pendrake while reading scriptures aloud. Then, in the way that Mrs. Pendrake gave Dustin Hoffman, as Jack Crabbe, a hand job while bathing him in a tin tub in her kitchen, he'd love for his mother to give him a hand job while bathing him too. Imagining his hard prick in his mother's soft hand while she stroked him faster and harder under the soapy water, how hot was that scene? While feeling his mother's big tits through her clothes as she stroked his erect cock, he imagined getting her blouse and bra soaking wet, wet enough to see her big nipples.

'Oh, my God, if only he could, he would,' he thought.

He imagined switching roles and washing his mother's ass, her tits, her pussy, and her long, sexy, shapely legs from her ankles to her soaking wet cunt. In the way he'd love to masturbate his mother in the tub, he'd love for his mother to give me a hand job while washing his cock squeaky clean. Only, just as she'd never allow him to see her naked body, never mind touch her naked body, she'd never want to see or touch his naked body either. Unless he was an invalid, his mother would never give him a bath. Unless his mother was not in her right mind, she'd never give him a hand job.'

If only for purposes of masturbation while alone in his room when horny, he wished his mother would play into his incestuous need to see something of her that he shouldn't see. Instead of seeing her in this stupid bathrobe, he needed to masturbate himself while thinking of his mother wearing a sexy nightgown or seeing her in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked. Only, with her so morally modest and sexually uptight, he had never seen more than his mother's bra strap.

Perversely perverted by his crazed incestuous thoughts, he'd love nothing more than for his mother to masturbate him before blowing him while sitting next to him on the couch and while watching whatever stupid movie she wanted to watch. While he imagined feeling and fondling his mother's big tits and fingering her erect nipples as she sucked his cock, he'd love to cum in his mother's mouth and watch her swallow his cum. Only, just as his mother would never masturbate him, she'd never blow him either. Nothing more than an incestuous, sexual fantasy, he only wished she'd give him a hand job and a blowjob before fucking him silly.

'Do you ever get sexually aroused while watching these romantic movies?' He thought while wishing he had the courage to ask his mother such a sexually inappropriate question. 'Tell me Mother and be honest, after becoming sexually aroused, putting yourself in the sexy scenes with the actors, do you ever masturbate yourself while imagining having sex with your favorite actors? Do you ever masturbate yourself over the thoughts of having sex with me in the way that I constantly and continually masturbate myself over the thoughts of having sex with you?'

He imagined pulling out his cock and masturbating himself in front of his mother. He imagined cumming all over her tits, her face, and even in her hair. Yet, forget about masturbating in front of her and giving her a cum bath, he couldn't even talk to her about sex. Even though he wanted to ask her such sexually inappropriate questions, he'd never cross the imaginary, incestuous line by asking his mother anything sexually inappropriate about her personal, private, sexual life.

As his way of opening Pandora's Box, not ashamed or embarrassed, if only she'd ask him such sexually inappropriate questions, he'd willing share everything about his personal, private, sexual life with her too. Alas, in the way his mother was so straight laced, uptight, and modestly reserved, he wondered if his mother thought about sex in the way that he always thought about sex. He wondered if his mother thought about him naked and having sex with his naked body in the way that he always thought about her naked and having sex with her naked body.

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"Well, it's time for bed," he said feigning a long stretch and a loud yawn when he had no intention of going to sleep. With his nightly routine the same as his morning routine, his late night and early morning routine was to masturbate himself while thinking of his mother naked and having sex with her. "It's late and I'm tired," he said yawning again.

She gave her son a warm, motherly smile and a loving hug. Holding her in his arms, he loved the feel of her and with her always smelling like honey and lemons, he loved the scent of her too. He so wanted to wrap his arm tighter around her and reach down to squeeze her terrycloth ass. Wishing she was wearing just her nightgown without her robe, when she hugged him goodnight, she squeezed her terrycloth, clad breasts against his hard body to kiss him on the cheek.

Tempted to do so, he so wanted to turn his head and kiss her on the mouth before parting her lips with his tongue, and while feeling her big tits and her shapely ass through her bathrobe and nightgown. He wondered what her reaction would be if he did that. A sexual fantasy come true that he had for years, he'd love to French kiss his mother while touching and feeling her everywhere. He'd love to surprise her by having his wicked, sexual way with his mother's naked body. Wishing he could strip her naked, only, he didn't dare. Not something a son should do to his mother, he couldn't. He wouldn't.

He wished he could get her drunk, only she didn't drink, not really and never that much for her to lose control. He thought about stirring a crushed sleeping pill in her tea. As soon as she fell asleep while watching the movie, he'd touch her and feel her where he always wanted to touch and feel his mother. Then, he'd slowly peel open her bathrobe to reveal her nightgown clad body to his horny eyes. Testing her to see if she'd awaken, he'd feel his mother's naked breasts, her panty clad ass, and her panty clothe pussy through her nightgown. With her still sleeping, he'd lift her nightgown to her neck to expose her naked breasts to his horny eyes.

'Oh, my God, if only I could strip her naked and touch and feel her naked body without her knowing, I would,' he thought while imagining his mother so nakedly vulnerable.

After staring at them first, he'd feel and fondle his mother's naked tits. Then while fingering her nipples, he'd suck her nipples. He'd remove her panties before spreading her legs wide to finger her pussy before licking her pussy. He'd put his erect cock in her hand before sticking his prick in her mouth and then in her pussy. Only, nothing more than a sexual fantasy for him to masturbate to, just as he'd never drug his mother, he'd never rape his mother either.

"Good night, Michael. Sweet dreams," said his mother.

With another movie night over, Michael closed his bedroom door. He climbed in bed while imagining he was climbing in his mother's bed. He stroked his cock while imagining it was his mother's hand masturbating him. While stroking his cock and thinking of his mother sleeping next door, he imagined being in bed naked with her. He imagined kissing his mother, French kissing her. He imagined feeling her tits and fingering her nipples through her nightgown before removing her nightgown. He imagined sucking her tits and reaching around her to feel her naked ass before fingering her wet pussy.

"Emma. Emma. Emma," he said whispering her name while stroking his cock. Four letters, two syllables with two consonants and two vowels, he loved her name. "Emma, Emma, Emma." He loved his mother. "I love you, Emma."

He only wished she was his girlfriend instead of his mother. He only wished he was in bed with his mother now. Stroking himself faster, he imagined making sweet, slow love to his mother. He imagined the feel of his hard cock in his mother's soft hand and before imagining his erect prick in his mother's wet mouth. He imagined the feel of his cock buried deep inside of her warm, wet pussy. He imagined her big tits in his horny hands and in his mouth.

Then, stroking himself faster, he imagined humping his mother's cunt harder and faster. He imagined fucking his mother, really fucking his mother. As he stroked his cock harder while imagining his mother naked and her large breasts bouncing up and down and swaying side to side, he imagined pounding his mother's pussy harder. Only, over too soon, while still horny and sexually frustrated, he exploded his cum in a tissue, turned off his light, and fell asleep while dreaming of his mother blowing him.

Maybe one day, she'd agree to allow him to see her naked. Maybe one day, she'd allow him to have sex with her naked body. Maybe one day, she'd want to see him naked too. Maybe one day, she'd want to have sex with his naked body too. Maybe one day, she'd stroke him while sucking him. Maybe one day she'd make love to him before fucking him. Obviously, but not giving up, today wasn't the day.

To be continued...

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