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To quote her "May his cock never grow soft and may your pen never be dry of ink" words to live by I think. This one is for you.
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Incestuous Film.
By richman3
My friend Tina had given me two tickets to a movie premier on Friday night, and I was dying to go. The only problem I didn't have a date.
My bastard husband had to go out of town, probably with his secretary. So I asked my friend Sally, but she had told me that she couldn't go either.
As I was driving back home from my Pilates class, I thought about who to ask and then it hit me, my son.
He would go with me if I asked him. I smiled thinking about my boy something had happened over the last year that had changed my entire view on mothers and sons.
About a year ago I'd started to notice Jason as more than just my son. I'd come home from the flower shop a little early, and he was out by the pool exercising.
He was doing push-ups, and he had on a tight pair of swimming trunks that left little to the imagination.
As I watched him moving up and down, the sweat glistening on his bare back, something stirred in me.
He stood after and stretched, and I watched him in awe, not being able to take my eyes away from his muscled chest and six pack abs glistening with sweat in the hot summer sun.
His tanned body was amazing, and without even realizing it I started to rub my pussy. I watched my only son then jump into the pool and swim around.
Then he got out of the pool. It was like slow motion as he exited the pool, the water cascading off of his perfectly chiseled chest. He stopped and shook his hair.
My eyes involuntarily moved lower towards his crotch area, and I gasped at the sight of his monstrous cock bulging through his swimming trunks.
My hands kept rubbing faster and faster, rubbing my pussy through my clothes until, finally, I actually had an orgasm just standing there watching my son through the glass door of our dining room.
After it had subsided, I chastised myself severely, screaming. 'That's your own fucking son, how could you do something like that!'
I hated myself for it, but I also loved the feeling of naughtiness at having done something so dirty like masturbating to my own son.
I vowed, though, to never let it happen again
Pulling into the driveway and thinking about that incident a year ago my pussy began to get wet.
I couldn't help it just knowing he was there in the house probably have dressed and remembering what had happened was simply too much for me.
I involuntarily began to rub myself sitting in the car outside. My pussy started to leak, and I took some of that sweet nectar and brought it to my lips savoring the taste.
Lost in my own masturbation, I began to rub my tits with my other hand. If it hadn't been for the loud truck going by our driveway, I probably would have masturbated right, there in the driveway of our house. As it was the noise brought me back to reality.
Once again I yelled at myself for thinking about my son. Then I got myself together went inside and asked him if he wanted to go to the premier with me.
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"Are you sure you don't mind, Jason?" Nicole asked as her son was finishing his burger.
"Of course not, mom, it sounds like fun," I said with a smile.
Truthfully I wasn't all that happy about having to spend my Friday night with my mother at a movie I probably wouldn't enjoy, but, being a loving son, I agreed.
Besides, I actually didn't have anything else going on Friday. So I pretended to be happy, for her sake.
Mom had been going through a tough time recently, and I vowed to try to help her or make her happy whenever I could.
A couple of months ago she had lost her job at the flower shop. It wasn't her fault; the store had simply closed. Competition from big retailers and the owner being too old to try and adapt forced the store into bankruptcy.
We didn't really need the money, dad made plenty with his finance business, but mom really liked working with flowers, and it gave her something to do every day.
However, that wasn't the only thing that had happened recently. She'd gotten a cancer scare too. It turned out to be nothing, but just the mere mention of the C word is enough to put anyone on edge.
My father, for all of the money he made, wasn't around very much anymore. It seemed that business for him was better than ever, but he never seemed to have time for us.
I was ok with dad not spending time with us, but I worried for mom. At a time when she needed him the most, he wasn't around for her. So, being the dutiful son, I took it upon myself to try and make her happy when I could.
Mom loved sappy romantic comedies, but she also liked to get dressed up and go out. The tickets, being an exclusive premiere, entitled her to VIP access to a small social gathering before the movie, and everyone would be in their finest attire.
This wasn't a Hollywood premiere with a red carpet or anything even close to that, but, for her, it meant a chance to look beautiful and socialize with other people, something she hadn't done as much since the flower shop closed.
At 19 years old and a sophomore at the local community college I wasn't all that thrilled about getting dressed up and then sitting through a dull romantic comedy, but I digress.
"What will I wear, mom, I don't have a tux?" I asked seriously.
"Stand up."
I did. She looked me over and frowned. "No, you wouldn't fit into your father's tux, you're much bigger than him. What are you doing this afternoon?"
I'd been sitting at the table doing homework, only wearing a pair of shorts. We'd been experiencing an Indian summer, and, even though it was late October, the weather was quite warm.
"I was going to go the gym, but I suppose it's not that important. Why?"
"Honey, you don't need the gym." She said, staring at me with a look in her eyes I don't think I had ever seen before, it was almost a hungry look. She bit her lip seductively.
"What?" I said.
"O-oh nothing," she said quickly coming back to herself and blushing a little.
