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Playing a modern day version of the Bates Motel with Norman and Norma Bates, but without the motel, Jennifer had grown too close to her 22-year-old son, Michael.
Continued from Chapter 1:
After she paddled his naked ass for him sexually abusing himself, instead of leaving his room, she stayed and stood there while staring down at his cum leaking cock as if she had never seen a semi-erect, oozing prick before. She'd stare at his cock as if she had never seen his cock before when she had seen his cock hundreds of times. Then, playing her helpful and doting motherly role, she'd grab a handful of tissues and wiped the cum from his chest, his stomach, his hand, and his cock.
'Oh, my God,' he thought to himself while watching her clean the cum from his cock and while wishing she'd touch his erect prick with her fingers and her hand without the tissue.
"You shouldn't be doing this Michael," she always say. "Just as you shouldn't be exposing your penis to Mommy, you shouldn't be playing with yourself in front of your mother."
With him naked from the waist down, as if she had some sort of sexual fetish with tissues full of his cum, she'd sit beside him on his bed while staring at his erect penis and dabbing at his stiff prick with tissues. Careful not to touch his cock with her fingertips, seemingly it was okay and not deemed incestuous if she touched his cock with tissues. He only wished his mother would take his cock in her hand and continue to stroke him and to milk out the rest of his cum. He only wished his mother would take his cock in her mouth and continue to stroke him while sucking out the rest of his cum.
"Sorry Mom," was all he said and all that he could say while watching her clean the cum from his naked body.
Yet, seriously, what mother barges in her son's bedroom each morning while hoping to catch him naked? What mother barges in her son's bedroom each morning while hoping to catch him masturbating? What mother stays in her son's bedroom to watch him masturbate and ejaculate? What son continues to masturbate himself with while knowing his mother will be barging in his bedroom any moment? What son not only masturbates in front of his mother but also ejaculates in front of his mother too? It was only a matter of time before they crossed the incestuous line, as if they haven't already, and had sex.
Instead of dabbing his cock with tissues, he always wished she'd take him in her hand to wipe him clean before taking him in her mouth to lick him clean but she never did. Being the incestuous pervert he had grown to become, instead of dabbing his cock with tissue after the fact, he'd love nothing more than for his mother to give him a hand job before giving him a blowjob. If only his mother would touch him, he'd touch her too. He'd love to feel her big tits and finger her erect nipples through her sheer, skimpy nightgown.
He'd do anything to feel his mother take his cock in her warm hand and wrap her long, manicured fingers around his big prick and stroke him. He'd do anything to feel the warm, wet sensation of his mother taking him in her mouth to suck him. He'd give anything to cum in his mother's mouth. He had plenty of hand jobs and blowjobs before from drunken women listening to him playing his music as a DJ but receiving a hand job from his Mom would be special. Receiving a blowjob from his mother would be unbelievable and his sexual fantasy come true.
For years, whenever he masturbated, which was three times a day, every day, seven days a week, he masturbated over the imagined thoughts of his mother stroking his cock before sucking his cock. Whenever he masturbated, he imagined his mother topless and/or naked. Whenever he masturbated he imagined making out with his mother, French kissing her while touching her, feeling her, and fondling her where a son should never touch, feel, and fondle his mother. Whenever he masturbated, he imagined having sex with his naked mother. If only he could have sex with his mother, no ands, buts, or maybes, willing to cross that incestuous line, he'd have sex with his mother.
Chapter 2:
Frustratingly, even though he had the courage to expose himself to his mother and to masturbate and cum for her, he never had the courage to grab her wrist and move her hand to his erect prick. Even though she had the courage to barge in his bedroom and see him naked, he never had the courage to barge in her bedroom when she was dressing, undressing, or in bed sleeping. Even though he yearned to see his mother topless and/or naked, even in her bra and panty, he never saw her in her bra and panty, topless, and/or naked in the way she routinely saw him naked. He wished he had the courage to take the next incestuous step to touch his mother, feel his mother, and to have sex with his mother.
With her always coming in his room with her short, low cut, sheer, sexy nightgowns, he never had the courage to touch her, to grope her, to feel, and to fondle her through her nightgown. He never had the courage to reach up to feel her big tits and finger the impressions her big nipples made in her thin nightgown when always they erected themselves whenever she saw his erect cock. Was his mother cold or was she sexually excited? He didn't know. He couldn't tell. He never had the courage to reach his horny hand up his mother's nightgown to feel her between her legs and to cup her naked pussy in the palm of his hand.
'Oh, my God,' he thought while wishing he could finger his mother's pussy. 'Oh, my God,' he thought while wishing he could touch and feel her everywhere while kissing her. 'Oh, my God,' he wished his mother would touch, feel, and stroke his prick while kissing him. 'Oh, my God,' he wished his mother would suck his erect prick. 'Oh, my God,' he wished his mother would fuck his erect prick.
No doubt, if he did something like that, felt her big tits while fingering her erect nipples through her nightgown, she'd paddle his ass red raw. If he dared to reach up her nightgown to finger and cup her pussy in his hand, going against the unspoken rules of the game they played, he may ruin everything. Yet, in the way she pulled the covers from his naked body, even though he wanted to and sexually fantasized doing that to her too, he never had the courage to lift her nightgown up and over her naked body. As if she was a dirty bitch of a dog instead of his mother, he'd love nothing more than to strip her naked, bend her over his bed, and to fuck his mother doggie style from behind.
'Oh, my God, Michael. Stop. Don't. You can't fuck me. I'm your mother,' he imagined his mother saying as he fucked her from behind while feeling her big tits and fingering her erect nipples.
He always wondered the reaction she'd have if he forced her to show him her ass, her pussy, and her tits by lifting her nightgown up to her shoulders in the way she pulls the covers off his naked body. If she didn't want him to see more of her and if she didn't want to show him more of her naked body, then why was she always parading around him in her short, sheer, sexy, and low cut nightgowns? God, she was such a sexy tease. If she didn't want him to see more of her sexy, shapely body, why was she always dressed so provocatively in her short skirts and low cut tops? If she didn't want him to see more of her sexy, shapely body, why was she always flashing him?
'His mother is such a slut,' he thought. 'For her to stare at his cock, watch him masturbate, and flash him her tits, her pussy, and her ass, she's such an incestuous whore.'
How would she like it if he ogled her naked body in the way that she ogled his naked body? Knowing her, she probably would like it. How would she like it if he barged in her bedroom while she was dressing and/or undressing and remained there while watching his mother's sexy, incestuous show of exhibitionism? Knowing her, that's probably what she wants him to do and hopes he'd do. Maybe she'd like for him to forcibly expose her semi-naked or naked body to his horny eyes. He'd love to do that. Maybe the reason why she stared at his erect cock and watched him masturbate was because she was hoping that he'd stare at her naked body and watch her masturbate. If only he could, he would.
Returning the favor of her exhibitionism with his voyeurism, with just one, quick swipe, he imagined pulling his mother's nightgown up and over her head. He imagined seeing his mother's naked body for the first time. Trapped within her nightgown, with her helpless to stop him and with her arms extended straight up over her head, he imagined tying the bottom of her nightgown in a knot over her head. Then, with her naked ass, her naked pussy, and her naked tits exposed and with her nightgown covering her pretty face, he imagined forcing her down to her knees. He imagined cutting a hole in her nightgown by her mouth and imagined himself sticking his cock through the hole in her nightgown and in his mother's mouth. Humping her mouth, he imagined fucking her face until he unloaded his cum in her mouth.
'Oh, my God,' the thought of tying his mother's nightgown over her head and seeing his mother naked was an unbelievable sight to imagine. 'Oh, my God,' the thought of his mother blowing him and him cumming in her mouth was all consuming.
