Chapter 02
Mother and son not only have sex but also, they fall in love.
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Mother and son not only have forbidden, incestuous sex but also, something as unusual as it was beautiful, they fell in love. They didn't love one another in the way that a mother loves her son and in the way that a son loves his mother. They fell in love in the way that a man falls in love with a woman and a woman falls in love with a man. As if they weren't mother and son, as if they weren't related, Mary and her son, Seth, fell in romantic love.
Something they never wanted to happen or thought would happen, Seth fell in love with his mother and Mary fell in love with her son. Something they never expected to happen, it was something that they hadn't planned on happening. Yet, something so bizarre, so forbidden, and beautiful, it just happened. What started out with just a sexual attraction and eventually sex, ended with love. What started out with just incestuous lust, ended in romance and a commitment of never-ending love.
"I love you, Mom," said Seth leaning into her while sitting on the couch with her and drinking wine.
When his mother put her wine glass down, he put his wine glass down, too. Suddenly, everything grew quiet. He no longer heard the Christmas music in the background. Something so magical as if this was meant to be, Seth was about to kiss his mother, Mary.
He stared into her big, blue eyes while she stared back in his eyes. Then, taking a leap of faith, he was about to do something that he could never undo or take back. He was about to romantically kiss his mother. He moved closer.
Something a son would never do with his mother and a mother would never allow her son to do with her, he leaned into her, closed his eyes, parted her lips with his tongue, and French kissed his mother. He couldn't believe he French kissed her. He couldn't believe that she allowed him to French kiss her. If that wasn't enough, instead of pushing him away and rebuking him, he couldn't believe that she returned his French kiss with her deep, wet kiss.
Not stopping at just one kiss, as if they were boyfriend and girlfriend, they were making out. Not stopping with just French kissing her, while kissing her, he reached around her to feel her naked ass through her thin, sheer nightgown. Having always sexually lusted over her shapely ass, especially when she wore her yoga pants without wearing panties, he always wanted to feel his mother's shapely ass.
As if she was kissing her husband or her lover, she not only allowed him to continue French kissing her but also, she allowed him to continue feeling and squeeze her ass through her nightgown. Mary swooned in her son's strong arms. She returned her son's French kiss with her deep, wet kiss.
While still making out with his mother, he reached his hand to the front of her to feel her big, nightgown clad breast. With her not stopping him, he squeezed her big tit and fondled her breast before reaching over to feel the other one. He couldn't believe that he was feeling his mother's tits. He couldn't believe that she was allowing him to feel her tits.
As soon as her nipples made their appearance, he fingered them, too. While still making out with his mother, he pulled, turned, and twisted her nipples through her nightgown. Not that only one having sexy fun, his mother fingered the head of his already stiff prick.
"I love you, Seth," said Mary while sliding a slow and experienced hand down the front of his pajamas to feel his growing erection through his pajama bottoms.
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Reread, Reviewed, Revised, Rewritten, and Continued from Chapter 01:
Looking back and thinking how the sexual relationship turned love affair with my mother first began, our incestuous, sexual, love affair started after my mother divorced my father. Clearing the path for me to move in and sexually ingratiate myself with my mother, that was the one thing that started the ball rolling. With her horny and sexually frustrated, her loneliness gave me a once in a lifetime opportunity to attempt to sexually seduce her.
'Do I dare try and sexually seduce my mother? Does she sexually want me as much as I sexually want her? How do I go about bedding my mother? Should I take her in my arms and kiss her while touching her and feeling her? Should I climb in bed with her? Should I get her drunk,' he thought?
She never would have had sexually taken up with me had my father still be around. Unless he was deliberately flashing her to his friends, he was the jealous type, an understatement. He would never tolerate us flirting, whispering, laughing, flashing, sexually teasing one another, and having sex. Yet, with him gone, and us free to do whatever we sexually wanted to do, my mother was ripe for the taking.
With my father gone, with me now the man of the house, and sexually attracted to my mother, while making my cock flashes appear accidental instead of deliberate, I was free to expose my naked prick to her. Every time that I merely thought about flashing my mother my flaccid prick, I was so horny. Every time I flashed her my flaccid prick, I masturbated myself before my flash and after my flash. With her never looking away, she seemed to want to see my naked, flaccid prick.
Always horny, every morning and every evening, I masturbated over my mother seeing my exposed cock. I masturbated over imagining flashing myself to my mother again. I masturbated over what she was wearing or not wearing. I masturbated over all that I was seeing or imagining seeing of her beautiful, naked body. I masturbated over imagining my mother naked and having sex with me.