Mom Sleeps with Son on her Birthday
"Happy thirty-nineth Birthday, Mom," said nineteen-year-old Jason to his mother. "I love you."
She smiled.
"I love you, too, sweetie," said Christine.
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Author's Note:
This is a true story that Jason asked me to write about his mother, Christine, inviting him to sleep with her in her bed on her thirty-nineth birthday.
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Able to control himself from putting his horny hands on his mother's shapely body, but after plying her with wine, Jason no longer controlled himself from inappropriately touching her. Making his move of sexual seduction, this was his chance to see if he could be sexually intimate with his MILF of a mother, Christine. Taking advantage that today was her birthday and that she had been drinking, nineteen-year-old Jason wrapped his arms around his mother's waist and hugged her. Then as if she was his girlfriend instead of his mother, he pulled her to him and gave her a full body-to-body hug.
As if she belonged there, she felt so good in his arms. Something that he had never done before, not like this, never like this, he loved hugging his mother as if he was her lover instead of her son. She felt firm and womanly soft at the same time in his arms. Her Chanel perfume traveled up his nose to his brain and down to his semi-erect cock. He wondered if his mother could feel his throbbing prick pulsating against her. While hoping she'd make the first, sexual move, he'd love nothing more than for her to reach down and touch him through his jeans.
When, he rested his horny hands at the top of her buttocks, he was tempted to drop his hands down and squeeze his mother's ass through her short skirt. He was tempted to lift the back of her short skirt and feel her shapely ass through her panties. He's always wanted to touch, feel, grope, and squeeze his mother's sexy ass.
With her walking, swimming, skating, cycling, playing tennis, lifting dumbbells, and doing Yoga, she had such a firm, round ass. Yet, instead of touching, feeling, and squeezing his mother's ass, whenever she had his back turned to him, he stared at her shapely backside. He couldn't count how many times he had masturbated over imagining seeing and feeling his mother's naked ass.
She drove him mad with incestuous lust and erotic desire whenever she wore her bikini without having the modesty to wear a wrap around her waist. As if she was walking around him in her panties, he stared at all that he could see of the shape of his mother's bikini clad ass and her pussy mound. While imagining her naked, he stared at all that he could see of her camel toe and her pussy slit. Unable to tell, he wondered if her blonde pubic hair was shaved, trimmed, or bushy. He'd love to see his mother naked, totally naked.
With his friends' mothers ten-years-older than his mother, Christine had a better ass than all of his friends' mothers. She had a fabulous ass and all of his friends stared at his mother's ass. His friends' mothers had fat asses and flabby asses. His MILF of a mother had a shapely ass and a firm ass. He was proud of his mother's ass. His friends were always favorably, albeit inappropriately commenting on his mother's magnificent ass. They all wished they had a mother who had an ass like his mother.
Instead of wearing oversized housecoats to hide their fat asses as his friends' mothers did, pleased with her ass and showing it off, she wore tight yoga pants and jogging pants outside and around the house. Again, something he never did before, instead, settling for groping and squeezing his mother's ass, feeling her nipples erecting, he squished her D cup breasts against his muscular chest and pressed his growing erection against her stomach.
Even though he felt like a pervert for rubbing his erection against his mother, he loved how it felt to treat her as if she was his girlfriend instead of her mother. Wishing she was, he loved treating her as if she was his whore. He'd love to find a woman who not only looked like his mother but also who talked like her, walked like her, and laughed like his mother. Only, impossible to find his mother's clone, sadly nothing more than a sexual fantasy, if only he could, he'd settle for having incestuous sex with his mother.
Again, while hugging her, as if he was her boyfriend or her lover, he stared in her big, blue eyes and she stared in his soft, brown eyes. Then, something unexpectedly and, again, something that he had never done before, but always wanted to do, after daring himself to do so, he kissed his mother on her lips. The first time kissing her on her lips, normally, he kissed her on the cheek or on the forehead but never on her lips. This time, curious to see her reaction to him kissing her, he kissed her on her lips, Jason finally kissed his mother on the lips.
Seemingly surprising her that he kissed her on the lips, Christine looked at her son with wide-eyed sexual arousal. He looked at his mother with surprised shock that she allowed him to kiss her without turning her head away. She looked at him as if she wanted to return his kiss on the lips with her deep, wet kiss and he looked at her as if he wanted to part her lips with his tongue and French kiss her. Only, seemingly too afraid to make the first, sexual move, she didn't dare French kiss him and he didn't dare French kiss her either.
Their kiss only lasted a few seconds. Yet, nothing more than a sexual fantasy, he'd love to give his mother a romantic kiss instead of a peck on the lips. Not an easy thing to do, even though he dared himself to do so, he controlled himself from parting her lips with his tongue and sticking his tongue in his mother's mouth. Nevertheless, while still tempted to do so, he wondered what it would feel like to give her a deep, wet kiss. He wondered if she'd return his deep, wet kiss with her deep, wet kiss.
Even though he dared himself to French kiss his mother, and even after he built up the courage to do so, he couldn't do it. Nevertheless, he still wondered what her reaction would be if he had parted her lips with his tongue and romantically kissed her. Would she return his French kiss with her deep, wet kiss or would she turn her head and push him away? A fine line to cross, he wondered if his mother was as sexually attracted to him as he was sexually attracted to her. The only way to know was to kiss her.
With her already having had two glasses of wine, leaving it up to her, he hoped that she'd make the next, sexual move but she didn't. Ready to return her kiss with his kiss, he hoped that she'd part his lips with her tongue and French kiss him. If only, she'd take the first, sexual step, he'd follow and take the next, sexual step. Sensing that she wanted to kiss him, seemingly, they were both too afraid to take the next, sexual step to have forbidden mother and son sex.
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No doubt, something that every son had thought about doing when masturbating himself and something that every mother had sexually fantasized doing when masturbating herself, sexually lusting over one another was the culmination of their sexual attraction to one another. Who would make the first, incestuous step? Would Christine sexually solicit her son for sex or would Jason make his sexual attraction known to his mother by touching her, feeling her, and French kissing her? With him almost twenty-years-old, it was a game of cat and mouse that they had been playing for nearly, two years, since he turned eighteen-years-old.
Playing a game of chicken, it was as if one dared the other to go where no mother should go with her son and no son should go with his mother. Since he became legal and fair, sexual game when he turned eighteen-years-old, they were seemingly content on deliberately sexually teasing one another by flashing one another. While making their flashes appear unintentionally accidental, sexually teasing him, whenever sitting across from him with her knees parted, she flashed him her panties in upskirt peeks and her bra and cleavage in down blouse views.
Returning the sexual favor of his mother flashing him, knowing she'd open his closed bedroom door without knocking when bringing up his laundry, Jason flashed his mother his erect, naked cock multiple times when deliberately allowing her to catch him masturbating. Hearing her walking up the stairs and walking down the hall towards his room, he'd quickly strip himself naked, put his headphones on, and close his eyes while sitting in front of his desktop computer. With her thinking that he didn't know that she was there in his room, sometimes, she'd stay to watch him stroking himself.
With her unaware that he was recording her with his computer camera that was mounted to his computer, sometimes she'd stay to watch him cum. Sometimes, when horny enough, seemingly unbeknownst to him and unaware that he was recording her, she'd even masturbate herself with him. She'd pull up her nightgown to her waist and finger her pussy as he continued stroking his prick with his eyes closed and his headphones on. She'd finger her nipples through her nightgown before removing her breasts from the top of her nightgown to pull, turn, twist, and suck her nipples.
Seemingly, one was waiting for the other to take the first step across the forbidden line of incestuous sex. If only Jason knew that Christine wouldn't reject her son if he made the next, sexual move and deeply kissed her. If only Christine knew that Jason wouldn't reject his mother if she made the first, sexual move by allowing him to feel and squeeze her shapely ass while fondling her D cup breasts. Instead of hiding their true, sexual feelings, if only they were on the same sexual page, mother and son would already be having forbidden sex by now.
Only, as if there was an electrified, barbed wire fence between them, neither one could go where a mother should never go with her son and a son should never go with his mother. If only she knew that he'd love to feel and fondle her naked breasts and if only he knew that she'd love him to sleep with her, hold her, hug her, spoon her, and cuddle her. Again, if only they knew that one wouldn't reject the other when touching and feeling one another, they'd already be sleeping with one another in his mother's bed and they'd already be having sex.
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"Happy Birthday, Mom," said Jason at the end of their birthday celebration.
Christine beamed her son a loving smile.
"Thank you for all the lovely gifts, Jason, the candy, the flowers, the perfume, the wine, and this amazing nightgown. It's so beautiful and so sexy. Blue is my favorite color," she Christine holding up the nightgown in front of her while admiring it. "But you shouldn't have spent so much money. You must have spent your entire paycheck on me."
Jason made a face.
"It's a special day, Mom. Today is your birthday. You'll never be thirty-nine-years-old again. Next year, you'll be over the hill. You'll be an old lady. You'll be forty," said Jason with a laugh. "Next year, I'll buy you a walker for your birthday and diapers for Christmas," he said with a laugh.
