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In a country where most women are obese and few care about their figures once they have their man, are contently married with kids, and own a house in a good neighborhood, Emma had the inherited help of good genes. In the way that supermodel Christy Brinkley still looked unbelievably amazing at sixty-two-years-old, no doubt, sixteen years from now, forty-six-year-old Emma would still look good at sixty-two-years-old too. Rare to see women her age who look as good as she does, no wonder why Michael was so sexually attracted to his MILF of a mother.
With him looking much older than 22-years-old and his mother looking much younger than 46-years-old, not showing too much of an age difference, they met somewhere in the middle. Should they decide to become a couple, no one would suspect that they're mother and son. At the most, people would think that Emma was a late 30-something-year-old cougar and Michael was her late twenty-something-year-old lover.
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With their hormones raging and their pheromones acting in the way of a powerful magnet of positive, physical attraction, just as Michael was sexually attracted to his mother, his mother was obviously sexually attracted to her son. He couldn't wait to hold her in his arms and look lovingly in her eyes while brushing back her shoulder length, brown hair. He couldn't wait to kiss her. He couldn't wait to part her lips with his tongue and feel his mother's tongue in his mouth.
He couldn't wait to feel her through her clothes while kissing her. He couldn't wait to finally feel her big tits and finger her erect nipples through her blouse and bra. He couldn't wait to squeeze her shapely ass through her skirt and panties. He couldn't wait to tell his mother how much he loved her and how much he sexually wanted her. He couldn't wait. He just couldn't wait.
Especially when she wore her high heels, his mother had long, sexy, and shapely legs. Imagining himself nibbling on her toes while giving her a foot massage, Michael couldn't wait to kiss his mother's lovely legs from her feet all the way up to her thighs. In the way that Vincent had done on their blind, Internet date, he couldn't wait to reach beneath his mother's skirt and lift it while running a slow hand up her long, smooth legs. In the way that Vincent was allowed to do, he couldn't wait to feel and finger his mother's cunt through her panties.
Unlike his mother to be so sexually open, he couldn't believe she told him all that Vincent sexually did to her on her date. Why would she tell him all that sexually happened on her date with Vincent? Was she just so upset that she needed to tell someone what happened, even if that someone was her son? Did she tell him what happened because she was sexually teasing him and was hoping that he'd try the same with her? He didn't know. With him never seeing his mother acting in this sexual way before and having no experience with her being sexually attracted to him, he couldn't tell. He could only wonder.
Now after her open and honest confession, he couldn't wait to put his horny hand between his mother's shapely thighs to finger her pussy. He couldn't wait to put his cock between the tops of his mother's thighs and fuck her but she forbade him from having sexual intercourse with her. Strange that she'd suck his cock but she refused to make love to him. Strange that she'd allow him to cum in her mouth but she refused to fuck him. In addition to having oral sex with his mother, he'd love to make love to his mother before fucking his mother. He'd love nothing more than to make her cum while pounding her motherly pussy.
Michael was getting sexually excited just thinking about fingering his mother where no son should ever finger their mother. In the way that his mother told him what Vincent had done on their date, he couldn't wait to touch her panty clad pussy with his fingertips. In the way that his mother told him what Vincent had done on their date, he couldn't wait to slide a slow fingertip along her pussy slit. In the way that Vincent had done on their date, he couldn't wait to push down and rub his mother's clit with his fingertip through her panties with enough pressure to sexually excite her. Masturbating her, he'd love to make her cum.
As if he was her lover instead of her son, he couldn't wait to cup his mother's cunt through her panties. He couldn't wait to push her panties aside to finger her warm wetness before inserting his long, stiff finger inside of his mother's cunt. With her his teacher and him her student, he couldn't wait to finger her pussy while licking her pussy. Willing to finger and lick her pussy over and again, he was eager to learn how to make his mother have an oral orgasm.
He could only imagine the sounds she'd make when sexually excited. He could only imagine what she looked like before, during, and after having an orgasm. Whether with his fingers, his mouth, or with his cock, he'd love nothing more than to get his mother to cum. He couldn't wait to hear his mother scream his name while in sexual bliss. He couldn't wait to be her lover instead of only her son.
He couldn't wait to push down his briefs and expose his cock to his mother. In the way that his mother told him that Vincent had done on their date, he couldn't wait to put his mother's hand on his engorged, naked prick. In the way that his mother told him that Vincent had done while on their date, he couldn't wait to wrap her soft fingers around his hard cock. In the way that his mother told him that Vincent had done on their date, with his mother's hand on his prick, he couldn't wait to move her hand with his for her to masturbate him.
He couldn't wait to put a gentle but suggestive hand on his mother's shoulder and move her to her knees. With his mother on her knees in front of his cock sticking straight out in front of her face, he couldn't wait to slowly slide the head of his dick along his mother's lips. Again, In the way that his mother told him that Vincent had done on their date, he couldn't wait to fill his mother's mouth with his prick. He couldn't wait to put a gentle hand behind his mother's pretty head and hump her mouth while fucking her face. He couldn't wait to cum in his mother's mouth and watch her swallow his cum.
Now with him the teacher and her the student, he couldn't wait to show her how to stroke him and suck him. Fixated on her blowing him, he couldn't wait for his mother to take him in her hand. As if he was her date instead of her son, he couldn't wait to watch her stroking him. He couldn't wait to feel the warm, wet sensation of her taking his cock in her mouth.
The thought of his mother blowing him would be a memory he'd cherish for the rest of his life. The sight of his mother staring up at him with his hard, hairy prick in her mouth would be a sexy sight he'd never forget. The image and the feel of his mother's hand stroking him while his mother's mouth sucked him was an image he couldn't wait to see. While she sucked his prick, he imagined reaching down his hand to feel her big tits and finger her erect nipples. Feeling her naked breasts while she stared up at him as she sucked him was something he had sexually fantasized about and masturbated over for years.
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With incestuous sex to be his reality hopefully soon, Emma invited her son in the inner sanctum sanctorum, the most sacred of mother and son places, her bedroom. Only, not believing that this was really happening, Michael felt as if he was suddenly transported to another dimension and mysteriously appeared by accident in his mother's bedroom in the future. In the way that Scotty beamed up Captain Kirk in the Transporter on Star Trek, he felt as if there was a sudden force field between them that prevented him from moving any closer.
As if it were all just a dream, they stared at one another as if looking at each other through glass wall. A familiar feeling, Michael felt as if he was suddenly Billy Pilgrim's character in Kurt Vonnegut's Slaughterhouse Five. He felt as if he was held prisoner by two-foot-high, Tralfamadorian aliens that looked like upside down, toilet plungers staring at him from behind glass while watching his sexual interaction with his mother. Again, feeling familiar and as if meant to be, he couldn't help but feel that their first sexual meeting had happened before in another life or in another dimension.
In what happened to Billy Pilgrim in being forced to have wild sex with Vonnegut's Montana Wildhack character, with her calling his bluff, Michael now felt pressured to have sex with his modestly, moral mother. Feeling that this entire experience was too surreal, he had the sensation that he was being watched by aliens, by agents of the NSA, or by government Big Brother spies from George Orwell's 1984. Even though he was ready to cross the incestuous line, he was having second thoughts about having incestuous sex with his mother. He feared that not only would they be reported for their incestuous actions and sexually inappropriate behavior but also that they'd be sterilized before being neutralized merely for their incestuous, sexual thoughts.
He couldn't help but feel that Amazon's voice activated, wireless speaker and personal assistant, Alexa, was not only listening to him but also watching him. Feeling as if he was being entrapped by his own mother, he felt as if he was being used by her for her own selfish means. Suddenly, him having sex with his mother was too easy. Moreover, it was too much of a character change for his mother to go from morally modest to that of an incestuous whore. Only, unable to come up with a reason why she would do such a thing, why would his mother entrap him by having Amazon's Alexa spy on him?
"Alexa, how many sons have sex with their mothers?"
Curious about the statistical number, he waited silently for his response.
"Sorry, I'm not able to answer that question."
Something he sometimes had to do, he rephrased his question for Alexa to understand.
"Alexa, how many mothers have sex with their sons?"
Again, he patiently waited for her response.
"Sorry, I'm not able to answer that question."
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Already feeling guilty for what he was about to do, with him thinking of his mother's mouth and pussy as the holiest of holy places, he felt in the way that a priest must feel before having forbidden sex with a nun. In the way that Eve persuaded Adam to take a bite of the apple, and in the same way that a nun's virginal body is forbidden fruit, especially to a sanctimonious priest, his mother's body was off-limits to him, her son. Yet, better that a priest has forbidden sex with a virginal nun than having pedophile sex with a child, it seemed better to have sex with his real mother than to continue having sex with cougar clones of his mother.
He felt the way that Samuel L. Jackson, as Jules Winfield, must have felt when talking to John Travolta, as Vincent Vega, in Pulp Fiction, about giving his mother foot massages. Only, with him not having a foot fetish, going far beyond innocent and non-sexual foot massages, Michael didn't want to massage his mother's feet. Instead, he wanted to massage her shapely ass, her big breasts, and her beautiful pussy with his fingers and with his tongue before massaging her cunt with his cock. As if he was dreaming all of this or sexually fantasizing all of this, he stared at his mother as if she wasn't real.
In the way that Jack Nicholson fucked Jessica Lange on the kitchen table in the remake of The Postman Always Rings Twice, originally with Lana Turner and John Garfield, Michael had the urge to push his mother back on her bed. If she was playing games and all she was doing was cock teasing him, he had the uncontrollable urge to rip off her clothes and strip her naked. Ready to force himself on his mother, if she denied him the incestuous, sexual pleasure of her beautiful body, he was ready to force his prick in her mouth. Ready to force his mother to blow him, he was ready to fuck his mother's cunt too.
In the way that James Spader, as Mr. Grey had Maggie Gyllenhaal, as Lee Holloway, pull down her pantyhose and panties and lift up her skirt, in The Secretary, he wanted to lift his mother's skirt and pull down her panties. In the way that Mr. Grey bent Lee Holloway over his desk and masturbated on her ass, he wanted to bend his mother over her bureau, he wanted to fuck his mother's cunt. In the way that Jeremy Davies as Ray Aibelli finally had sex with his mother, Susan Aibelli, played by Alberta Watson, in Spanking the Monkey, Michael couldn't wait to have sex with is mother too.
'I can't wait. I just can't wait,' he thought while staring at his beautiful, sexy mother.
Under the pretense of being instructed by his mother on how to finger and lick her pussy, he couldn't wait to finger and lick his mother's cunt. Unlike the way that Ginger squirted enough liquid in his mouth to make him vomit, he couldn't wait to lap up his mother's normal amount of vaginal secretions. He couldn't wait to give his mother an oral orgasm with his finger and with his tongue. He couldn't wait to see the facial expressions and to hear the sounds she'd make when he gave her an orgasm with his finger and tongue.
Under the pretense of instructing his mother how to stroke his cock and suck his cock, he couldn't wait for his mother to suck him while stroking him. He couldn't wait to cum in her mouth and watch her swallow his cum. In the way he imagined her giving him an oral orgasm, he couldn't wait for her to give him one too.
Better that she'd willingly give him sex, in the way that the man in the woods, his father, and Vincent all tried to force Emma to blow them, he didn't want to force his mother to suck his cock. In the way that Vincent had tried to rape his mother, he didn't want to rape his own mother. Yet, now that he had her permission to kiss her, to touch her, and to feel her, now that she called his bluff to freely and willingly have sex with her, he froze. As if there was a wall of sin, guilt, and shame between them, the reality of what they were about to do hit him hard. What they were about to do wasn't crossing the incestuous line, they'd be obliterating the incestuous line.
How dare they? How could they do such a thing as to have incestuous sex? They weren't animals. They were mother and son. Unable to look his mother in the eyes again, he'd regret having sex with his mother for the rest of his life. He'd destroy the close mother and son bond that they enjoyed by ruining it with forbidden sex. He needed to stop this lecherous, sexual behavior before it was too late. He needed to control his abnormal, incestuous urges and inappropriate, sexual impulses by thinking of baseball or another woman, any woman other than his mother.
'This is wrong,' he thought. 'This is nasty. I can't do this. I just can't do this. This is my mother and not some whore. I can't finger fuck and eat my mother's pussy. I can't. I just can't. I can't allow her to stroke my cock while sucking my cock. I can't. I just can't.'
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As if planning to rob a bank or plotting to shoot someone, going against who he was as a good person, he was always on the right side of the law. Always on the right side of morality and on the side of good instead of evil, never had he contemplated anything as inappropriately forbidden as having sex with his mother. Sure he thought about having sex with his mother while masturbating himself over the thoughts of her naked, but he never thought he'd go through with having sex with his mother. How could he do such a thing? He needed to stop this now before it was too late. He needed to stop this now before they went beyond the point of no return.
As if his mother was Eve and he was Adam in Milton's epic poem, Paradise Lost, after having forbidden sex with his mother, as if he had personally eaten the forbidden fruit, he'd never go to Heaven. Assuredly, just as she shouldn't have sex with him, he couldn't have sex with his mother. If he fingered and licked his mother, had her stroke him and suck him, and if he fucked his mother, as if on a slippery slide down to the Devil's playground, he'd go straight to Hell. With his own version of Dante's Inferno, Dante Alighieri would have a special circle, the tenth circle, one below the Popes' ninth circle of Hell, set aside just for him and those like him who had sex with their mothers.
Of course, while masturbating himself, in the way that any son who was sexually attracted to their mother, he thought and even dreamt about seeing his mother in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked. While masturbating himself, in the way that any son who was sexually attracted to his mother, he dreamt of having sex with her. While sexually fantasized of seeing his mother without her clothes and having sex with her, truth be told, he never seriously thought that he'd go through with having incestuous sex with his mother.
Forget about him wanting to have sex with his mother, he never thought his mother would want to have sex with him. In the way that he wanted to touch her, feel her, fondle her, and lick her, he never thought his mother would want to touch him, feel him, fondle him, and suck him. He never thought his mother would be as sexually attracted to him in the way he was sexually attracted to her. He never thought his mother would want to make love to him and fuck him in the way that he wanted to make love and fuck his mother. Only with making love and fucking off the sexual table, his mother had already told him that they couldn't have sexual intercourse.
In the minds of those who'd never have incestuous sex with their mothers or with their sons, what he was about to do may be deemed worse than robbing a bank or shooting someone. Those crimes done to strangers would be short lived and eventually forgotten but the sexual transgressions he was about to do with his mother tonight would never be forgotten. As if it just happened, with their incestuous memories lingering like a foul smell, a bad taste, or a frightening memory, they'd have to live with their incestuous, sexual actions for the rest of their lives.
In the history of the daily, dirty, dastardly deeds that men do to women and in society as a whole, the woman of his sexual desire wasn't some stranger. This woman was his mother and not some cougar clone he picked up in a bar and returned to her house to have sex solely because she looked, talked like, laughed like, and walked like his mother. In his lifelong history of all the despicable things he could ever do to confess his sins to a priest or to purge his abnormal behavior to a psychiatrist, having sex with his mother would be one of them. Having sex with his mother was something that most men may think of doing, dream of doing, sexually fantasizing of doing while masturbating but would never do.
It's one thing to think about the deplorable sexual act of having sex with one's mother but it's something else entirely to go ahead and have sex with one's mother. Having sex with his mother would put him in a special class of sexual depravity, debauchery, and, perhaps, even lunacy. Having sex with his mother would not only end their loving mother and son relationship but also would scar him for the rest of his life. Then, again, having sex with his mother may bring their loving mother and son relationship to a new, sexual height and a deeper understanding. Having sex with his mother could be more good than bad.
"This is so strange Mom, I mean, Emma. Now that we're ready to have sex, my sexual fantasy come true, I'm not sure what to do," he said.
He raised the palms of his hands up to the front of his shoulders as if he was surrendering. He raised the palms of his hands up to the front of his shoulders, as if he was being arrested. He raised the palms of his hands up to the front of his shoulders as if he was afraid to sexually touch his mother where he should never sexually touch his mother. He couldn't help but image himself surrendering to the police and being arrested for having sex with his mother.
