This is a true story as told to me by Colleen for me to write about what happened between her and her son, Brian, when they were sheltering in place to protect themselves from the COVID-19 virus pandemic.
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"I could masturbate you," said Brian's mother, Colleen, to his shocked, sexual excitement.
He looked at his mother stunned by what she had said. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. His MILF of a mother offered to masturbate him if he'd stay home and not go out with his friends. Seemingly, she'd do anything to keep him safe, even give him incestuous sex.
Something that happened more often than we think, with no place to go and little to do, a bored mother and a horny son have incestuous sex while sheltering in place during the pandemic.
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"How much longer must we stay in the house, Mom? I want to go out," said Brian. "I want to see my friends."
Colleen looked at her son with sympathy and understanding. Yet, her job, as his mother and as his sole parent, was to keep him safe. It was too dangerous outside to mingle with his friends, drink, and party.
She remembered how wild and sexually promiscuous she was at his age. Clearly, she needed to be more creative than offering to play games and watch movies with him to keep him safely at home. She needed to think of something that would keep him occupied and entertained enough for him to voluntarily want to stay home without her having to continually berate him, threaten him, and force him to stay home.
"Until they have a vaccine, it's not safe to go outside," said Colleen to her son, Brian, while talking to him as if he was a child instead of a grown man. "I know that it's difficult for someone your age not to be going here, there, and everywhere but, unfortunately, we'll be stuck here together for several, more months."
Acting more like a spoiled child than a grown man, twenty-year-old Brian stomped his foot, punched the wall, and made a face in frustration. Held against his will, he felt as if he was being imprisoned. He loved his mother, of course, but being with her 24/7 was a bit, too much. He wanted his freedom. He wanted to go out. He needed to see his friends. He needed to get laid.
He could disobey his mother and leave the house but he'd have Hell to pay when he returned home, especially if he caught the virus and infected her with it. He'd be better off dead than to face the angry wrath of his mother. As if she was a descendent from IRA terrorists and, indeed she was, she had quite the Irish temper. He never wanted to be on the bad side of his mother when she was angry. As if speaking in tongues, she spoke with a heavy, Irish accent, a sexy brogue, when riled.
With her fiery as she was feisty, she reminded him of Maureen O'Hara when she played Mary Kate Danaher in the Quiet Man opposite John Wayne. As if she was the famous actress reincarnated, with her red hair, blue eyes, and big tits, she looked a lot like her, too. She was quite the striking woman. When it was time for him to marry someone, he'd want a woman who looked just like his mother. There's nothing like a big, breasted woman to quiet an angry man's heart.
Besides, ever the loving and obedient son, he loved, honored, was respectfully dedicated to keeping his mother safe by him not getting foolishly infected. With thousands of new hospitalizations and deaths every day, he knew she was right by keeping him safely indoors. It could be worse. He could have a short, fat, plain looking mother with small breasts and a flabby ass as many of his friends had.
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"Not fair. I haven't seen my friends in months," he said. "I need to go out," he said without telling her the real reason for his sudden, emotionally, charged outburst. "I have cabin fever," he said as his lame and dishonest excuse for his frustration.
Colleen opened her closet door to look at the games they had and to see if there were any that they haven't already played over and again.
"We can play a game or we can do a jigsaw puzzle together. That would be fun," she said looking over at him and giving him a warm and innocent, motherly smile.
Knowing full well that he wouldn't play another game or complete a jigsaw puzzle when he wanted to be out with his friends, she looked at her son in frustration. Besides, they've already played every game over and again. She needed to come up with something else that he'd willingly want to do. Somehow, she needed to get his mind off of him wanting to go out, off of him wanting to see his friends, off of him wanting to have sex with random women, and more on her, but how?
"I'm tired of playing games, Mother," he said. "All we do is play games, watch TV, and watch movies. I really need to go out," he said grabbing his crotch as if he was a black, rap singer.
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No doubt, the game that he'd love to play with his MILF of a mother was strip poker. Brian told her about his housebound friend, Frankie, stuck in doors with his MILF of a mother, Sheila, his sexy sister, Heather, his slutty cousin, Carol, and his whore of an aunt, Anne, who had already played strip poker with them. Something he didn't tell his mother, they not only played stripped poker and stripped naked more than once but also, they had sex with one another.
Yet, when he told her about his friend playing strip poker with his female relatives, he looked at his mother as if he was suggesting that she play strip poker with him. He gave her a sexy look as if daring her to play strip poker with him. It was no secret that he imagined his mother stripping off her clothes while playing strip poker with him.
She caught him masturbating while sniffing her panties while stroking his cock. She caught him dealing out cards on his bed while overhearing him pretending that they were playing strip poker. Clearly, he'd love to see his mother naked, totally naked. In the way that his friend, Frankie, had sex with his MILF of a mother, mother, his sexy sister, his slutty cousin, and his whore of an aunt, Brian would love to have sex with his MILF of a mother.
Yet, unbeknownst to his innocent mother, he'd do anything to have sex with her. He'd love to sleep with her in her bed. He'd love to hold her and comfort her while cuddling with her and spooning her. Then, as soon as she fell asleep, he'd touch and feel her everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his mother.
While she was sleeping, he'd touch, feel, and fondle her big tits through her nightgown while fingering her nipples. He'd lift the back of her nightgown and touch, feel, caress, and squeeze her naked ass. He'd lift the front of her nightgown and rub her naked clit while fingering her wet pussy.
As soon as she fell asleep, he'd get out of bed and stand beside her. He'd insert his stiff prick in her hand and force her to give him a hand job by wrapping her fingers around his erect cock and humping her sleeping hand. Then, not yet wanting to cum, he'd slowly slide his erect, naked prick across her red, full lips while parting her lips with the head of his cock and stick his erect dick in her mouth.
"Blow me, Mom. Suck my cock," he said while masturbating himself over the thought of imagining seeing his mother naked and having incestuous sex with her. "I need to cum in your beautiful mouth."
Honestly, more than anything, he'd love to make out with his mother while touching, feeling, and fondling her big breasts while fingering her erect nipples. He'd love to make out with his mother while feeling her shapely ass, rubbing her clit, and fingerfucking her wet pussy. He'd love to masturbate her, eat her, make love to her, and fuck her. He wished that she'd stroke him, suck him, make love to him before fucking him.
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"Okay, now your bra, Mother. Show me your tits," he said while imagining that he had won a hand while pretending to play strip poker with her and she had lost.
When walking by his room, she laughed to herself after overhearing the vividly and creative imagination of her son.
'There's a thought. Would I dare play strip poker with my son to stop him from going outside? Would I dare remove my clothes in front of him to keep him safely at home,' she thought? 'Would I dare allow him to see me in my bra and panties, topless, and/or naked? How could I face him the next morning when he saw me without my clothes the night before? I'd be so embarrassed. I'd have to be drunk to play strip poker with him. I'd have to be drunk for him to see me in my panties and bra, topless, and/or naked,' she thought to herself.
Yet, a twinge of sexual arousal erected and hardened her nipples and she felt a sudden moistness between her legs. The thought of her son seeing her in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked made her suddenly wet. Clearly, she was as sexually frustrated as her son was horny. Clearly, they were both bored with sheltering in place, not going out, and staying home.
No doubt, Brian would love nothing better than to see his mother in her panties and bra, topless, and/or naked. No doubt, something incestuous to do, he'd love nothing more than to expose his erect, naked cock to her. Something forbidden to do, he'd love nothing more than to touch and feel his mother through her clothes while making out with her. Not just crossing the incestuous line but erasing the incestuous line, obviously, her son would love nothing more than to have sex with his mother.
Only, nothing like that would ever happen. His mother wasn't whore. She was a lady. Modesty moral, she was a good Christian woman. She was his mother and not his wife, his girlfriend, or his lover. She was nothing like his friend's mother. Actually, one of his masturbation fantasies, the only way he imagined that she'd have sex with him is if home invaders forced them to strip naked and have sex with each other.
He imagined his mother forced to strip naked. He imagined home invaders forcing her to have sex with him. He imagined his mother sucking him and him cumming in her mouth. He imagined fucking his mother and him cumming in her pussy. Then, after the home invaders left, quite the sexual transformation, he imagined his mother being his sexy bitch.
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"What would you be doing other than driving around wasting gas," she asked with a smug, little laugh?
He made a face, sighed loudly out loud, and rolled his eyes.
"I'd be going to clubs. I'd be picking up women. I be having sex," he said. "Other than having sex with my hand, it's been a long time, months, since I had sex with a woman," he said with shame. "I'm horny, Mother. I'm so very horny," he said giving her an embarrassed and pitiful look.
Even though he admitted that he was horny, at least he was open and honest with her about how he felt. Certainly, she felt sorry for him but she didn't pity him enough to have sex with him. Having sex with her son would be wrong. Having sex with Brian would be nasty.
