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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, I’d try to get as many hours as I could at work. It wasn’t 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 wasn’t 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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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.
“Morning Mom”, I said, cheerfully.
“Hi honey, sleep well?”
“Oh, you better believe it!” 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 we’d be alone. All alone. Just the though started to get me hard.
“Good”, she said, without looking at me.
“Well, uh, mom, I was thinking that, um, when you put her down for a nap, we could, you know, watch a movie, or something.” I looked at her, hoping she’d get my drift.
“No honey, I’m 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.”
“Well, I was just thinking about last night, and I thought…”
She interrupted me before I could finish. “What about last night? That was nothing. And I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t bring it up again; I don’t need you dad finding out about it.”
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 didn’t 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 wouldn’t 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 couldn’t 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.
“What are you doing in my room??!!” 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 couldn’t 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. “What does it look like I’m doing?”
“Well, stop it! Not in my room at least. Do it in your own room!”
“Come 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!”
