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Perhaps it was his imagination or his wishful thinking but when she looked at him, he saw a flash of sexual excitement breaking through her shame and embarrassment. In the way he was becoming sexually aroused by his mother telling him what happened on her date, she appeared to be sexually aroused too. In the way he wished that Vincent's hand was his hand inside of his mother's bra while feeling her naked breasts and fingering her nipples, he wondered if she felt the same way.
In all of the ways he thought how he could seduce his mother, it never occurred to him that just by talking openly about sex with her was all that was necessary to put her in the mood. As if they were having pillow talk before having sex, it was obvious to him that she was just as sexually aroused as he was. In all the years he wanted to have sex with his mother, if only he had just talked to her about sex, instead of her dating Vincent and him wasting his time with Ginger, perhaps they'd be having sex right now.
In the way he wished he could do with his mother, he envied Vincent feeling his mother's naked breasts and fingering nipples while kissing her. The first time talking to him in such a personal and private, sexual way, she talked to him as if he was her boyfriend, her lover, or her husband instead of her son. In the way that he wished his mother would give him sex, she talked to her son as if she had already been intimate with him. Once she started talking about all that happened on her date, her embarrassment was replaced by what he perceived was her sexual excitement.
'Lucky bastard,' thought Michael about Vincent feeling his mother tits and fingering her nipples while kissing her.
He'd give anything to make out with his mother while feeling her through her clothes. He'd give anything to feel his mother's naked breasts while fingering her nipples. He'd give anything to French kiss his mother while feeling her everywhere a son should never feel his mother. He'd give anything for his mother to feel his cock through his pants while returning his kisses.
"I'm so sorry, Mom," he said really not feeling sorry at all.
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Sexually living vicariously by all that he hoped his mother would tell him about her date, he didn't feel sorry for his mother. If he felt anything, he felt sexual excitement over the imagined thought of his mother having sex with a stranger. In the way that he wished he could hold and French kiss his mother, he imagined Vincent holding and French kissing his mother. While imagining Vincent feeling his mother's big tits and fingering her erect nipples, he imagined himself feeling his mother's big tits and feeling her erect nipples. Yet, not fair, why should a stranger have all the sexual fun with his mother that he wished he could have with her?
If he wanted anything from his mother, needing her to open up to him as if giving him unsuspecting pillow talk, he wanted to encourage her to tell him even more about what happened tonight. If nothing more than for masturbation material later, he wanted to encourage her to tell him everything that sexually happened between her and Vincent tonight, now. Undoubtedly, he'd be masturbating later tonight and tomorrow morning over whatever she told him now and what more he imagined later that happened on her blind date. Only, not expecting her to tell him much of the sexual details of her date, she surprised him when she told him everything.
"Then, he put his hand beneath my skirt and parted my legs," she said looking as if she was about to cry. "Oh, my God. I couldn't believe this was happening to me again. I was so embarrassed when he felt me through my panties. After he fingered me and actually pushed down on my clit to masturbate me, he cupped me in his hand through my panties, the filthy pig," she said.
Happening to her again? He wondered what she meant by that remark. Obviously something bad, something sexual, or something violent happened to his mother in the past. Obviously, she was referring to the time when she had been sexually assaulted. Yet, not wanting to pressure her to talk about something that obviously happened before, he allowed her to say what she needed to say in her own time about what had happened now.
Nonetheless his patience with his mother, he was angry that some man she just met online sexually assaulted her. Yet, as much as he was angry that Vincent felt and cupped his mother's pussy through her panties, he was sexually excited that Vincent touched and felt his mother where he'd love to touch and feel his mother. As if he was her best girlfriend or her therapist, he couldn't believe his mother was so descriptively telling him all that had happened. He'd love nothing more than to not only see an in between her legs flash of his mother's panties but also he'd love to touch, feel, and cup his mother's pussy through her panties too.
'Oh, my God,' he thought.
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He imagined he was Vincent parting his mother's shapely thighs while fingering and cupping her pussy through her panties. He imagined he was Vincent kissing his mother while touching and feeling his mother everywhere he wished he could sexually touch and feel his mother. For sure, already so very sexually excited, he couldn't wait to masturbate later tonight and tomorrow morning over all that she was telling him now.
She looked at him with such vulnerability and shame while he tried his best to look at her with kind understanding instead of incestuous lust and sexual excitement. In the way she looked at him, as if she was his girlfriend, his lover, or his wife instead of his mother, he wanted to hold her and kiss her. In the way that he wanted but didn't have with Ginger tonight, he wanted to take his mother to bed, strip her naked, and have his sexual way with her.
"I'm so sorry Mom that you had to be exposed to that," he said. "That's just wrong. That's just nasty," he said lying when he'd much rather say, that's so hot.
He hoped she'd tell him more. Then, when she looked up at him with tears in her eyes, maybe she had told him enough. Yet, instead of crying, she continued talking and he couldn't believe what she told him next.
"Then, if that wasn't enough that he felt my naked breasts, fingered my naked nipples, and fingered, felt, and cupped me through my panties, he put my hand on him," she said pausing. "He put my hand on his cock."
She looked down at herself with shame before looking up at him with a glimmer of sexual excitement. As if nervous or sexually excited, he couldn't tell which, she slowly licked her lips in the way he imagined her licking her lips before she was about to blow him. Only, his mother didn't suck cock. If only she sucked cock, with her being so sexy and so beautiful, she no doubt would make for a really good cocksucker.
'My Mom the cocksucker,' he thought.
He'd be proud to tell all of his friends that his mother sucked his cock. Only, having to swear himself to secrecy, in the way he was so sexually excited by the imagined thoughts of his mother blowing him, his friends wouldn't understand his incestuous lust for his mother. Only, if they had a mother who looked like his mother, they'd want her to suck their cocks too. If they had a mother who was as sexy and as shapely as his mother, they'd want to fuck her too. If they had a mother who looked like Emma, they'd want to kiss her while making love to her and before fucking her. Yet, putting his sexual feelings aside, his mother looked so upset.
Maybe the reason why she's so upset, she relented and sucked Vincent's cock after refusing to suck her husband's cock, his father's cock, after all of those years. Maybe sexually expecting too much of his mother when she was so young, after nearly being raped by the man in the woods as Michael found out later, his father was too rough and too impatient with her. Maybe Vincent was the same way and forced her to blow him. Maybe his mother made an exception for her blind date and sucked Vincent's prick instead of refusing his sexual advances. Yet, maybe she really doesn't suck cock and the reason why she's so upset is because Vincent forced her to blow him and ejaculated his cum in her mouth.
Who knows what really happened? Whether she sucked her date's cock or not, that was something he may never know. Whether she sucked Vincent's cock or not, there was something else going on with his mother. Having never seen her acting like this, so meek when she was always such a strong woman, he wondered what it was.
'Imagining her date's cock in her mouth, he suddenly had sexually excited chills while thinking of his mother sucking Vincent. Imagining his cock in his mother's mouth, he suddenly had sexually excited chills while thinking of his mother sucking him. As if he was already stroking himself and masturbating himself, his cock was growing harder in his pants while imagining his mother giving him a blowjob too. He'd love nothing more than to hump his mother's beautiful mouth while fucking her face. He'd love nothing more than to cum in his mother's mouth and watch her swallow him while he felt her big, naked tits and fingered her erect nipples.'
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"When he put my hand on him, his penis was already out of his pants," she said looking at her son as if watching for his reaction to her feeling her date's naked prick.
Ready to pull out his penis and put his mother's hand on his naked prick in the way that Vincent did to his mother, Michael gulped down his sexual excitement.
"Oh, my," he said when he really wanted to say, 'Fuck me.'
Now she sexually stared at her son in the way he sexually stared at his mother.
"I couldn't believe his penis was out of his pants," she said reinforcing what she said before. She stared at her son as if watching for his reaction to feeling her date's naked cock. "When and how in the Hell did he do that?"
Michael's mouth fell open.
"He's such a pig," he said.
As if trying to elicit even more of her son's sexual excitement, as if giving him even more salacious, pillow talk, she continued giving him all of the sexual details of her date.
"Then, he pulled me by my wrist and wrapped my fingers around him," she paused to look up at her son. "If that wasn't enough, he moved my hand up and down with his hand to force me to give him a hand job," she said feigning embarrassment to hide her sexual excitement. "Having never held a cock in my hand other than your father's prick, and with that being so very long ago, I know it sounds wicked but..." she said pausing to stare over at her son. "I was curious what another man's cock would feel like in my hand."
In the way that his mother was embarrassed before, seemingly, unless he was mistaken and misreading her, she seemed sexually excited now in talking about Vincent's prick. As if giving him explicit pillow talk, with her face flushed and her lips pursed, she looked as if she was getting off telling him about her forced sexual experiences with her date. In the way that Michael was sexually excited listening to his mother give him a play-by-play of all of the sexy details of her date, she appeared to be sexually excited too. When sex was a taboo topic between mother and son before, he couldn't believe she was telling him all this now.
Michael couldn't believe her blind date sexually molested her. He couldn't believe that Vincent not only put his mother's hand on his naked prick but also wrapped his mother's hand around his erect prick. He couldn't believe her date moved her hand up and down with his hand to give him a forced hand job. Imagining his mother's hand wrapped around his stiff prick and stroking him, it was hard for him to empathize with her when he'd love to expose his cock to her and have his mother give him a forced hand job too.
He couldn't wait to masturbate himself while thinking of exposing his cock to his mother. He couldn't wait to masturbate himself while imagining putting his mother's hand on his naked prick. He couldn't wait to masturbate himself while imagining his mother stroking him while he felt her big tits and fingered her nipples. He couldn't wait to masturbate himself while imagining having sex with his mother. In anticipation of masturbating himself tonight and tomorrow morning while imagining exposing his cock to his mother, her stroking him, and him having sex with her naked body, he already had an erection.
"Oh, my God," he said with feigned empathy.
Instead, he wished he had the courage to expose his stiff prick to her right now, put her hand on it, and wrap her fingers around it, while forcing her to stroke him. She looked up at him as if hesitant to say what she was thinking. She looked at him as if she was rethinking what she was about to say.
Unless he was misreading her, she looked as if she was getting off on telling him what happened as much as he was getting off on listening to her tell him what happened. Again, unless he was misreading her, she looked at him with as much sexual excitement as he was looking at her. If he didn't know his mother better, in between her looks of shame and embarrassment, she looked at him with flashes of incestuous lust as much as he looked at her with sexual excitement.
Maybe this internet date that she had tonight was a new sexual awakening for his mother. Maybe by feeling his mother in all of the places he loved to feel his mother, Vincent had unlocked her morals and modesty. Maybe Vincent opened her sexual flood gates to her being more sexual. Michael would love nothing better than for his mother to be his whore, his very own incestuous whore. Hoping beyond hope, maybe she was just as sexually attracted to her son as he was sexually attracted to his mother.
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"Then, if that wasn't enough that he touched and felt me everywhere and that he put my hand on his naked prick, he wanted me to blow him. Can you imagine that? A man I had just met, he wanted me to suck his cock. Obviously, he wanted to cum in my mouth. Obviously, he wanted me to swallow his cum."
She stared up at her son while sliding a slow, nervous tongue across her full, red lips.
"Wow," uttered Michael.
If she wasn't his mother, he'd think that she was playing him to get him even more sexually excited, as if he wasn't sexually excited already. Mesmerized by his mother telling him that Vincent wanted her to blow him, all he could imagine was his mother blowing him. All he could imagine was putting a gentle hand behind his mother's pretty head to hump her mouth and fuck her face. All he could imagine is cumming in his mother's mouth and her swallowing his cum.
"A man that I had just met for the first time, wanted me to suck his cock," she said again. "I couldn't believe it," she said slowly shaking her head from side to side while wiping a non-existent tear from her big, brown eyes.
She looked at her son with shocked surprised before she looked at him with sadness and then anger before looking at him with lust and sexual excitement.
"That bastard. That pig. I can't believe it," he said.
Only, what he couldn't believe was how much he wanted his mother to blow him. After her telling him what happened on her date with Vincent, Michael wanted his mother to suck his cock even more than he wanted her to suck his cock before. As if she was a frustrated orchestra conductor who was unable to get the sounds that she wanted, she emphasized her words with her hands.
"If I never blew your father, why would I blow him?"
With his mother having never used the word cock in front of him before, he couldn't help but imagine his mother with Vincent's hard, hairy cock in her hand before imagining her date's prick in her mouth. Now, instead of imagining Vincent's cock in his mother's mouth, Michael couldn't help but imagined his hard, hairy cock in his mother's hand before he imagined his cock in her mouth. Yet, with his mother never having blown his father and now refusing to suck her date, his hopes of his mother ever giving him a blowjob were dashed.
If she never gave her husband a blowjob and refused to give her date a blowjob, she'd never give her son a blowjob either. Without doubt, the last cock his mother would suck would be his cock, her son's cock. Yet, if only he knew that his mother was on the precipice of being sexually awakened, he'd make his move. If only he knew his mother suddenly and sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her, he'd kiss her while touching and feeling her everywhere her date did tonight.
Still a hot sexual fantasy to have and to masturbate over, he only wished his mother sucked cock, especially his cock. Granted they were close and told one another everything but for sex, now with her telling him all that occurred on her date, he couldn't believe his mother was telling him all that sexually happened. As if sexually teasing him, when she never openly spoke about sex before, he didn't understand what was making her openly speak about sex now.
With her speaking so openly about sex, he was tempted to tell her about his sexual attraction to her. He wondered what her reaction would be to know that he always wanted to have sex with her. He wondered what her reaction would be if he told her that he sexually fantasized what she looked like in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked. He wondered what her reaction would be if he told her that he masturbated himself while imagining having sex with her naked body. He wondered what her reaction would be if he unzipped himself, pulled out his cock, and started stroking himself to all that his mother had told him about her date.
He'd love nothing more than to cum all over his mother's beautiful face. He'd love nothing more than to pull her long, brown hair and when she opened her mouth to scream, he imagined filling his mother's mouth with his prick. He imagined putting gentle hand to the back of her head while humping her mouth and fucking her face. Only, nothing more than a forbidden, sexual fantasy, he'd never force himself on his mother in the way that the man in the woods, his father, and Vincent had tried to do.
### MyMomChristinetheIncestWhore ###
With his father telling him about the birds and the bees when he was 12-years-old, never had he ever talked to his mother about sex. Never had they discussed anything like this before and now she was discussing some man feeling her tits, fingering her nipples, cupping her pussy through her panties, forcing her hand on his prick, and wanting her to blow him. Feeling somewhat responsible for all men because he was a horny man who was always sexually attracted to his mother, he walked over to his mother to give her a big hug.
Yet, instead of giving her a big hug, with his cock already rock hard and with his mind charged with inappropriate sexual thoughts and incestuous lust, he wished he could give his mother a big hump. In the way that Vincent felt her tits and fingered nipples, felt her pussy through her panties, and filled her hand with his prick, he wished he could fill his mother's hand with his prick too. In the way that he wasn't keen on eating Ginger's pussy, an understatement, in the horny way he felt now, he wished he could eat his mother's cunt. With him definitely wanting and needing a blowjob, he wished his mother sucked cock. Only, sadly and sexually frustratingly, even if his mother sucked cock, she'd never suck his cock.
"I'm so sorry, Mom. Not all men are like that. Then, again, all of my friends are like that," he said with a dirty laugh.
Both remained silent while hugging one another until Michael spoke again. He wondered if his mother felt his erection pressed against her stomach in the way he felt her breasts pressed against his chest. He so wanted to rub his hard cock against her soft stomach while humping her. Yet, in the way he so wanted to reach down and cup her round, firm ass through her skirt and panties, such a wicked yet delicious thought, he so wanted to put her hand on his cock through his pants. He wanted to gently push his mother to her knees, pull out his engorged prick and stick it in her mouth.
