Chapter 7 - What's a MILF
In just the way she gushed, not only did he know that she knew what a MILF was but also he knew that the way to her heart was with compliments, sexual or otherwise. With no man in her life, obviously she was hungry for the attention of a man. Now, he wondered if she was hungry for sex from him, too.
"MILF? What's a MILF?"
Acting like the sexy diva she was, she looked at him, while biting her lip, before tossing her hair again in the way of a Playboy Playmate sexy kitten playing her part in a Playboy XXX movie.
"Um, well, don't get mad and take this the wrong way and out of context but a MILF is a mother that I'd like to fuck."
As soon as he said the word fuck, he could feel his eyes fall from her face to her tits and to her pussy. Imagining her naked, as if the mere thought of fucking her was the code word to his sexual arousal, he felt his cock harden by the mere thought of fucking his mother.
"So, is that it?" A look that he's never seen from her before, she looked at him with lust in her eyes. "You'd like to fuck me?" She looked at him with the interest of a blind internet date sitting across from him in a cocktail bar.
With his mind twisted in the way that he was so focused on having incestuous sex with his mother, even though she asked a rhetorical question, he turned it around in his mind, while pretending that she was the one, who actually asked him, if he wanted to fuck her. Honestly, as if it was a test and/or a trick question, he didn't know how to answer her seemingly innocent question. Only, his mother the Queen of double sided questions, meaning what she said but never saying what she means, never asked innocent questions. With her questions a double sided sword, he knew that, however he answered her question, she'd lope off his head.
"Sorry, Mom for the disrespect. That was just an inappropriate figure of speech. Forgive me," he said a pausing, why debating if she should jump from the frying pan into the fire. "Actually, truth be told, in a perfect world where incest was not only acceptable but also encouraged," he said pausing again, before speaking. "I'd love to fuck you, I mean, make love to you, Mother," he said not believing that he actually said that to his mother.
"I see," she said falling silent, while looking down to study a spot on his carpet.
He followed her eyes with his, hoping that the spot wasn't a cum stain from one of his more violent masturbation sessions, when thinking of her naked and on her knees. Glad that he finally admitted his incestuous desire for her, he watched her, while wondering what she was thinking. Was she thinking about him fucking her? Was she thinking about her making love to him? Never able to tell with her, he wondered what she was feeling.
With her continuing to play with her hair, while giving him sexy looks, was she just as sexually aroused as he was? He didn't know. He couldn't tell. A line harder to cross than he had thought, sadly frustrating, maybe the only way he'll ever see his mother naked and experience his mother sexually is through his stories and/or in his sexual fantasies, while masturbating over the naked thoughts of her.
"Any time I go out with you, Mom, I mean, Elizabeth, people think that you're my girlfriend or my older sister. Unless they know us, never does anyone suspect that you're my mother. If they thought anything, they'd probably think you're a cougar dating a younger man."
"A cougar?" She blushed, while looking at him with lust in her eyes. "Do you mean in the way of Demi Moore with Ashton Kutcher and Jennifer Lopez with that 24-year-old boy, toy dancer?"
"Yes," he said smiling that she mentioned Jennifer Lopez, his favorite female celebrity. Just as he knew she knew what a MILF was, he knew she knew what a cougar was, too.
"Oh, I rather like that thought," said Elizabeth putting a fingertip to her lips. "Me dating a younger man and a younger man wanting an old broad like me is a rather delicious thought," she said with a sexy laugh, while studying him.
