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I avoided my mother as often as I could. Whenever she was at work, I would be home. When she was home, Iâd try to get as many hours as I could at work. It wasnât unusual though. I mean, it was Christmas break, and I had said I was trying to make as much money as I could in the 5 weeks. I wasnât avoiding her because I was ashamed. Far from it actually. That night a week back had been one of the most erotic, exciting, sexually gratifying nights of my life. I had jerked off so many times afterwards, thinking of it. Her warm, soft hand encircling my hard, hot cock. I remember as I looked into her face as she moved it up and down, stroking my dick, cupping my balls with her other hand. She looked so beautiful, so hot, sexy. I didnât even see her as my mom. She was a woman who was making me feel amazing. Her short, blonde hair had framed her face. I could close my eyes and see it, shining beautifully. Her eyes filled with lust and desire. Her pouty lips parted. Her lovely, large tits poking through her t-shirt, her nipples sticking out. Usually by that time, I had already blown my load. I was mostly avoiding her because of how she had reacted the next day.
I had woken up that morning feeling amazing. I could still smell my mom in my room, her scent filling it, sticking to my sheets. I almost didnât want to shower, lest I lose her scent. But, I did, and I went down to breakfast. I was filled with excitement. My mom, a beautiful, sexy woman had jerked me off, and had liked it. And I had been officially ushered into incest, and wanted more. I wanted more, and I thought mom had wanted more too. I walked into the kitchen and sat down at the table with a bowl of cereal.
âMorning Momâ, I said, cheerfully.
âHi honey, sleep well?â
âOh, you better believe it!â I ate my cereal, expecting her to say something. I figured I should make my move now. She was busy feeding my sister her breakfast, and dad was at work. I though that if we were gonna do anything, it should be soon. My sister would nap in the afternoon, and weâd be alone. All alone. Just the though started to get me hard.
âGoodâ, she said, without looking at me.
âWell, uh, mom, I was thinking that, um, when you put her down for a nap, we could, you know, watch a movie, or something.â I looked at her, hoping sheâd get my drift.
âNo honey, Iâm busy today. I have laundry to do, and I have to go shopping, and I have to work tonight, so I have to make dinner before dad comes home.â
âWell, I was just thinking about last night, and I thoughtâŠâ
She interrupted me before I could finish. âWhat about last night? That was nothing. And I would appreciate it if you wouldnât bring it up again; I donât need you dad finding out about it.â
I was crushed. How could she do this to me? I mean, how could she deny me the immense pleasure she had one given me? She was my mother, how could she be so cruel? I didnât respond to her, I just clear the table of my stuff, and went and sat in my room. For the next week, I avoided her so I wouldnât have another embarrassing conversation with her. But, I jerked off like a madman, thinking of that hot night. Finally, after a week, I had had enough. I couldnât stand by and jerk off anymore. I needed my mom, and I had a plan.
That Monday I put my plan into effect. My mom had worked that night, and was planning on resting for the afternoon. She was giving my sister to my Grandmother for the afternoon she could have a good rest. I chose that day to, so we were alone and unfettered. While she was in her bathroom, I went into her room with the picture I had of us, took my cock, laid on her bed, and started to jerk off, making my cock hard, and I waited. My heart fluttered with anticipation when I heard her leave the bathroom and walk towards her room. I closed my eyes, stroking, and waited.
âWhat are you doing in my room??!!â I heard her exclaim.
I opened my eyes and looked at her. She was wearing what she normally wore when she slept. It was a long t-shirt that barely went past her waist. I couldnât tell if she was wearing panties, but the idea of her not made me more excited. Her hair was lightly tussled, but still looked beautiful around her face. She had no make-up on, so I could see her natural beauty. Her full lips were drawn tightly. I could tell be them she was not happy. Her sparkling blue eyes looked at me, annoyed. Her soft, beautiful features seemed to be upset with me, but I also detected what I had seen the other night. Lust. Pure lust. Her long legs seemed to go on forever from under the bottom of the shirt. Her large breasts were mounds under it. I could see her nipples through it too. All of it was making me more and more excited.
I smiled at her as I kept jerking. âWhat does it look like Iâm doing?â
âWell, stop it! Not in my room at least. Do it in your own room!â
âCome on mom, I thought you liked it. I mean, you seemed to like it the other night. I mean, you licked your fingers clean of it!â
She opened her mouth to yell back, but stopped. She sighed and sat down next to me on the bed. I had stopped jerking. I just looked her, waiting for her to answer.
âYour right honey, Iâm sorry. I, I guess I just confused you the other night. I didnât mean to, and Iâm sorry.â She sighed again. âItâs not your fault.â
I scooted up next to her and put my hand on her shoulder. âItâs alright mom, you didnât so anything wrong. I liked it.â
âThatâs not it honey. It was, I mean, your dad and me havenât made love in 6 months. I was out of my mind, and when I saw you, I just lost it. I didnât see you as my son, I saw you as a young man who found me attractive.â She started to cry.
âDonât cry mom. You didnât do anything wrong. But, if you felt like that, why didnât you take it any farther?â
She wiped her tears away. âI thought it was wrong. I mean, after I finished you, I wanted to go back, but I couldnât bring myself to. For the last week, youâve been all Iâve thought about. Iâve masturbated almost every night, imagining being with you.â
I hugged my mom. âIâve been doing the same about you mom. I need you.â
She hugged me back, and then she looked at me and kissed me. But it wasnât a mother kiss. It was deep. Our lips touched and we felt each otherâs warmth, the electricity we felt, the lust passed through out lips. Our tongues met and danced together, intermingling. It was the most passionate kiss I had ever had. She tasted amazing. After a couple minutes, the kiss broke. We just looked into each other eyes. Then she lowered her eyes to my hard cock and put her hand around it. Her warm hand felt great around my hot cock.
âmmm, looks like someoneâs readyâ