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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.
