Chapter 16 - We Can Stop Now, If You'd Rather Not Continue
"We can stop now," she said leaning away from him and sitting up, "if you'd rather not continue stripping off our-"
"Stop? No, no, I want to do this. I really need to do this, Mother, I mean, Elizabeth, really I do," he said gulping down another sip of wine, before continuing fondling his mother's breasts and fingering her nipple, while kissing her.
He hoped he hadn't ruined things between them by protesting too much. He hoped he hadn't made her feel too uncomfortable to continue to show him her naked body. The last thing he wanted to do was to awaken her from her sexual dream state to make her realize what she was doing with him was wrong. The last thing he wanted to do was to have her change her mind about stripping off her clothes. The last thing he wanted was for this sexual, incestuous fantasy to end.
"Are you sure, Jason?" She looked at him with those big, green eyes, those full red lips, and with a beautiful face that no man, even her son, could ever deny anything she wanted. She put a finger to her lips, no doubt, to make what she was about to say even more dramatic. "Because we can stop now. I don't have to strip naked, if--"
"No, Mother, please, I really need to see you naked," he said breaking off his kiss to get her assurance that she'd continue with her Nude Day striptease.
After coming all this way, after working so very hard to convince her to remove her clothes, after being so damn sexually excited over the anticipation of seeing her naked, he thought he'd cum in his pants. Now, with the suddenly disappointment that she may change her mind about stripping, after imagining her naked for so very long and so many times, he didn't know how he could make it through another day without seeing his mother naked.
Naked, naked, naked, he needed to see his mother naked. Naked, naked, naked, she couldn't stop now. Naked, naked, naked, he wanted to show her his naked body, too. Just once, just this one time, if only he could see his mother naked, with his sexual fantasy realized, his life would be complete. Hoping beyond hope that she'd continue with his sexual fantasy of her stripping off her clothes, his heart was in his mouth, until she spoke again.
"Shall we continue then?"
She put her hand in his lap and with her long, manicured fingers toying with the head of his cock, playing her part of the cougar, she leaned in for another kiss, while feeling and fondling his erection through his pants. With his hand feeling his mother's breasts and, now that he knows her nipples are her erogenous zone, his fingers pulled, turned, and twisted his mother's nipples through her blouse and bra. With her hand fondling his cock through his pants, tracing the magnificent size of him with her fingers and squeezing the hardened length of him, she continued to finger the head of his cock. Losing themselves in their French kisses and in touching one another's bodies through their clothes, there was no turning back now. They were both lost to their incestuous lust for one another.
Offering no resistance, Elizabeth even allowed her son to unbutton her blouse, feel her breast, and finger her nipples through her bra, something Jason never imagined he'd be doing. With her looking down and watching him unbuttoning her bra, she watched him tease her nipple out through her bra with his fingers. Obviously, she was just as sexually excited as he was. Obviously, she wanted him to touch her, as much as he wanted to touch her.
Just the sight of her full bra was exciting, but to feel her breasts and nipples through her bra was outrageously erotic. The more he fingered her nipples through her bra, the more excited they both became and the more she returned his passion. Her nipples were so big and so hard. He couldn't wait to see them. He couldn't wait to suck them. Yet, with his mother's body perceived as his personal playground of pure pleasure, it wasn't until he reached beneath her short skirt and cupped her pussy through her panty that she stopped him from continuing further.
"Just what do you think you're doing, young man?" Slurring her words, while laughing, she tried to keep a straight face and look at him with seriousness. "I'm not that kind of woman that you can feel my breasts and finger my nipples through my bra and then cup my pussy though my panty, without giving me something in return," she said with a long, thoughtful pause, while giving him an indignant look, before giving him a sexy look. "How dare you think that you can ravish my body, without allowing me the same pleasure."
"Something in return? What do you mean, Mom?" He knew exactly what she meant. A teasing game she enjoyed playing, ready to take the next step with her, he couldn't wait to see where this would go.
"I mean, if you're going to grope me, then I want to grope you, too. What's good for the goose is good for the gander. Stand up," she ordered giggling, while reaching her hand up to unbuckle and unbutton his pants.
Forget about having just crossed the incestuous line, the sound of his zipper was the incestuous line being torn to shreds. Jason held his breath, when his mother pulled down his zipper and flailed open his pants to expose his shirttails and underwear. This was it. Not a sexual fantasy and not a dream, this was really happening in real time. This was what he had been waiting for and masturbating over for years. His mother was finally going to see his cock.
He gasped, when she grabbed his cock through his underwear with her manicured fingers. Even through his layer of thin cotton, the heat of his hand heightened his sexual arousal for her. Slowly, while looking at him with those big, green eyes so lovingly, in the way that only a mother can look at her son, she only broke her eye contact to peer down at his underwear clad cock. She felt the length of him with her hand, while teasing him with her fingers. Then, she took hold of his cock through his briefs, as if she was reaching her hand in the meat tray to take out a kielbasa to cook. When, she reached down inside his pants and cupped his balls through the thin cotton material of his underwear, he thought he'd prematurely ejaculate.
The sexual sensations that flowed through his body consumed him in his desire for her. In shocked excitement, unable to utter a single word, he watched his mother fondle his cock through his briefs. Then, when she tugged on his elastic band, she looked up at him, before peeking inside. Then, reaching her hand inside, she took hold of his naked cock and pulled him out, while holding him gently in her hand. A sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. His mother was staring at his cock. His mother was holding his erect cock in her hand, while staring at his big prick. His mother was smiling jubilantly, as if she had just won the grand prize at the county fair.
"Oh, my God, Mother," he said looking down at his cock in his mother's hand. "What are you doing?"
"What? Is there something wrong, honey? Am I squeezing your penis too hard, dear? I'm not hurting you, am I, sweetheart?" She tightened her grip, while laugh at his embarrassment, and slowly stroking him.
"No, not at all," he said breathlessly.
"You have such a beautiful, big penis, dear," she said. As if it was a big boo-boo, she leaned down to kiss the head of his cock in the way she kissed his scratched arm and scrapped knees so many times.
"It just feels so damn good for you to touch me in that sexual way," he said staring down at her hand, while wishing that she'd follow her kiss through and take him in her mouth.
"Jason! What did I tell you about cussing? Damn is not allowed in my house," she said knocking him out of his sexual dream state. "People would think that I didn't raise you right in the way that you cuss, sometimes," she said looking up at him.
