Mom Teaches Son About Birds & Bees

Mom Teaches Son about Birds & Bees

Son's incestuous sexual scheme to have sex with his mother.

I just turned 18-years-old and something happened to me that I never expected. Out of the blue, it surprised me. Unaccustomed to having such feelings, I got horny, really horny.

Having no control over when I had one, embarrassing to have an erection in front of my mother, I had erections all of the time. I continued having erections that bulged out my jeans and tented my pajama bottoms. Other guys sexually mature years before I did. Yet, for some reason, my puberty was delayed.

Then, over the summer, I grew like a weed. In just three months, I grew from 6' to 6'4" tall. Suddenly, sexually attracted to her, my mom looked more like a woman than she looked like my mother. With her natural blonde hair, bright blue eyes, and her shapely figure, she reminded me of the actress Donna Douglas. She played Ellie May Clampett on the Beverly Hillbillies.

Unable to stop them, I continued getting erections, lots of them. I masturbated three and four times a day, every day. I grew pubic hair and facial hair. My testicles grew bigger, too. I had developed into a sexual animal. Sex is all that I thought of all day, every day. Porn became my favorite thing to watch, especially mother and son or stepmother and stepson X-rated videos.

Even though I was terribly horny, I had no one to help me with my erotic desires and sexually satisfy me. I didn't have a girlfriend. The only women I knew, I lived alone with my Mom. We lived in the country on a farm where our closest neighbor is five miles down the road, the main road, and the only road to town, nearly twenty miles away.

###

My Mom, Elizabeth, is a single mother. Never married, she doesn't have a man in her life. With her dating lots of men back then, I'm not sure she even knows who my daddy is. She's a tall, beautiful, 39-year-old woman. Sometimes, maybe once a month maybe, I can hear the soft hum of her vibrator and her masturbating.

Daring myself to do so, I'd love to ask her if she needs my finger, my tongue, or my cock. Yet, I'd never do that. She's my mother and I'm her son.

How nasty would that be to have sex with my mother? Yet, how exciting would that be to see her naked and touch and feel her naked body everywhere while making out with her? I'd love to fuck her. I'd love to fuck my mother. I'd love her to blow me. I'd love her to stroke and suck my cock.

She doesn't know that I can hear her playing with herself. Her room is next to mine. I mean, granted, I have to put my ear to the wall to hear her but I do that while jerking off and thinking of her playing with her pussy with her vibrator. Sometimes, I hold her dirty panties in my hand and sniff them before cumming in them.

Sometimes, when I'm brave enough and horny enough, I tip-toe to her door and watch her masturbate herself through her keyhole. She has a thing for her tits, especially her nipples. Whenever she masturbates herself, while fondling her naked breasts, she never stops pinching, pulling, turning, and twisting her erect nipples. She seems to love her breasts and her nipples as much as I love her breasts and her nipples.

Now, here's the thing. My Mom thinks that I am a nice, innocent boy. In actuality, I'm a horny, testosterone filled, perverted man. If she only knew how many times I jerk off a day, she'd surely send me away for therapy. If only she knew that I masturbate over imagining her naked and having sex with her, she'd have me committed.

Yet, with me not having anyone else to masturbate over, I continue masturbating over my mother and/or over her sister, my aunt, Maureen, too. I imagine seeing them in their bras and panties. I imagine seeing them topless. I imagine seeing them naked. I imagine them having sex with me, one at a time, or both together.

Something even more forbidden for me to think about, I'd love to make my mother pregnant. I'd love to give her our baby. Going beyond, I'd love to make my aunt pregnant, too. I'd love to give her our baby. I'd love to live with my mother, my aunt, and my children. How fucked up is that?

###

Being the pervert that I am, playing on my mother's caring soul, and with me so horny for her, I devised a foolproof plan to get some penis action from, who else, the only woman that I know, my mother. Yeah, sure, I know that we're blood related, and having sex with a blood relative is incest. So what?

I'm freaking horny. I can't help myself. I'm sexually attracted to her. I want her. I want my mother. I want to have sex with her. Living alone with her, inflames my passionate desire even more. She's the only woman that I have.

This is my plan. All last week, giving me even more to masturbate over, with her unintentionally flashing me, I returned the favor of her exhibitionism with my exhibitionism. I deliberately dick flashed my mom while making my flashes appear accidental. I wanted her to see my naked prick. I wanted to see her reaction to seeing my erect cock. Over the course of a few weeks, I made sure that my Mom saw me naked several times.

With us only having the one bathroom, sometimes, she's in the bathroom with me putting on her makeup or doing her hair while I'm taking a shower. She's able to see my naked silhouette through the clear shower curtain. Surprising me as much as she excites me, giving me an immediate erection, she not only looked at my flaccid cock but she stared at me through the fogged up mirror after wiping it clear.

Seemingly, my mother is just as horny and sexually frustrated as I am. She wanted to see my erect prick as much as I wanted to show her my big dick. Giving me even more to masturbate over, just as she's in the bathroom with me when I'm taking a shower, I've been in the bathroom with her when she's showering, too.

I stepped out of the shower pretending that I was unaware that she was there. I accidentally on purpose dropped my towel in the bathroom in front of her, and again in the kitchen when I reached for a glass. Later, I sat on the couch with my legs up and open while just wearing a bathrobe and watching television with her sitting across from me. I wanted her to see my erect, naked prick. My plan was to, hopefully, make her sexually aroused as much as I was horny.

Then, when flashing her didn't work as I thought that it would, taking the next perverted step, I decided to pretend that I have a problem with my penis. I hoped she'd want to see it. I hoped she'd want to touch it, feel it, and hold it in her hand while staring down at it.

I hoped that pretending there was something wrong with my prick would work. Giving me more to masturbate over, I'd love to show my cock to my mother. I'd love for her to see it and stare at it. Maybe, she'd even take me in her hand.

While hoping that she'd lose her inhibitions and her moral modesty, I'd try alcohol to get her a little tipsy. Only, she doesn't drink. I could spike her coffee but she'd probably taste the booze. I just thought if I got her a little drunk, she'd be more agreeable to helping me out by having a look at my penis. Yet, again, with her not a drinker, I didn't think that I could pull that off.

###

My mom works from home. She schedules appointments for doctors, lawyers, and dentists in surrounding cities. She's always around while wearing a telephone headset.

This was it. This was really it. This morning, I'm going to pretend to be sick.

This is my senior year in high school and since it is the end of the year and all of my work needed to graduate is done, I pretty much am already out of school. Since she just got out of the shower I knew any minute my mom would be knocking at my bedroom door to see why I did not get up for school. I was as nervous as I was excited. Hoping that my ruse would work, I couldn't wait to see my mom's reaction to seeing my naked prick.

I quickly stripped off my T-shirt, pajama bottoms, and my underwear as if they were on fire. I jumped back in bed naked. I stroked myself fast to give myself a quick erection. Then, I threw the sheet over me.

'Five, four, three, two, one,' I silently counted to myself while hearing her walk up the stairs and down the hall to my bedroom.

Knock, knock.

"Brett. Wake up. Brett. Honey, are you awake? Are you up? You're gonna be late for school. You still have your chores to do," she said.

I moaned.

"I'm not feeling well, mom," I said.

###

Just as I knew she would, my mom opened my bedroom door and peeked in my room. Then, when she saw me still in bed with the sheet up to my neck, she stepped inside my room. She was wearing my favorite nightgown, a very transparent, short, low-cut, and sexy nightgown.

Whenever she opened the drapes in the morning with the bright sunshine streaming and shining through, I could see through her nightie. When she stood in front of the TV at night, I could see through her nightgown. When she opened the refrigerator door without turning on the kitchen light, I could see through her nightie as if she's naked.

I had a clear view of her the size and the shape of her D cup breasts along with the impressions of her areolas and her erect nipples. I could clearly see her blonde, bushy pussy, and her ass crack when she bent at the waist to pick up something from the floor. I've jerked off countless times while thinking of her wearing that nightgown. I love that nightgown.

I bought her that for Christmas last year making sure that it was totally see through by holding it up to the light in the store. I need to buy her another nightgown just like it but in a different color. I lied when I told the clerk that it was for my girlfriend. How sick would she think of me if I told her it was for my mother?

It's hot for a horny guy to live alone with his MILF of a mother, especially if he's sexually attracted to her. Plenty of times my mother has not been careful as to how she sits around the house, or what she is wearing or not wearing, and I have already seen plenty of her body in all kinds of embarrassing positions. I can't count the number of times I've seen her panties when she sits with her knees parted.

Sometimes, giving me even more to masturbate over, she comes out of her room in just her bra and panties to do her hair, makeup or to iron her clothes. As if she's wearing a sexy bikini, I love seeing my mom in her bra and panties. I'd love to walk up behind her, reach around her, and feel her bra breasts in my hands. I'd love to feel, fondle, and squeeze her ass through her panties. I only wish that I could see her topless and/or naked. Then, again, I'd love to see my aunt Maureen topless and naked, too.

###

"What's the matter, Honey," she asked?

I pretended to be really upset. I'm such a good actor when I want to be. I can even cry with actual tears, which I did now.

'Honey,' she said. 'I love it when my mother calls me honey. It makes me want to strip her naked and call her baby.'

She pulled up a chair and sat beside me. She stroked my hair and, as if feeling me for a fever, she slid a slow motherly hand from my forehead down my cheek. With me not having a woman in my life, I loved it when my mother touched me in such a loving way. As soon as she touched my face, I wondered if she noticed that my cock throbbed and pulsated beneath the sheet.

I had already opened my blinds so that the sunshine would light her up like a flood lamp. Clearly, I had a great view of the size and the shape of her big, naked breasts. I loved my mother's tits.

I only wished that I could see her without her nightgown. I'd love to see my mother topless. Yet, with this nightie so transparent, it was almost like she was not wearing anything at all. I wondered if she knew that I could see as much of her as I could.

She has wonderful D cup breasts, and when she leaned over like she was doing now to feel my forehead, with her nightgown falling open with her, I had a great down nightgown view of her nipples. Had she been standing while leaning over me, I could see all the way down her nightgown to her pussy. She never wears underwear beneath her nightgown.

"Tell mamma what's wrong, baby," she said.

I made a face.

"It's embarrassing, mom," I said.

She smiled.

"Don't be embarrassed. You know that you can tell your mother anything," she said.

I held the sheet tighter up to my neck.

"It's a guy thing, mom. It's really embarrassing," I said, laying it on thick.

###

She put her hand on my hand.

"Okay, what if I told you something about me that's embarrassing," she said while smiling. "Would that help?"

I wiped the tears from my eyes and looked up at her ready for her to tell me something juicy. My Mom rolled her eyes and sighed. Obviously embarrassed by what she was about to say, she took a big breath for courage.

"Sometimes," she said with a pause as if rethinking what she was about to say.

As if lost in thought, she paused while mindlessly playing with the hem of her nightgown. As if she was a little girl instead of my mother, she lifted the hem of her nightgown higher. With her not realizing that I had a clear view up her nightgown, instead of flashing me her panties, she flashed me her blonde, bushy pussy. With me lying in bed, and her sitting in a chair next to my bed, I had the perfect up nightgown view of my mother's naked cunt.

'Oh, my God,' I thought. 'I'll be masturbating over seeing my mother's naked pussy for the rest of my horny life.'

"I get lonely," she said.

'What? That's it? She gets lonely,' I thought? 'What's so embarrassing about that?'

She blushed. Why did she blush? As soon as she blushed, with her not wearing a robe of her sheer nightgowns, I watched her nipples grow erect. She had such shapely breasts and big nipples.

"Sexually lonely," she said better describing her loneliness in terms that I understood.

I smiled at her.

"You mean, horny," I asked?

She laughed.

"Well, yeah, but lonely sounds better," she said with an embarrassed, little laugh.

I nodded my head to show her that I understood.

"That is part of my problem, too," I said.

I released more tears.

"C'mon, Brett. You can tell me anything. You know that, don't you," she asked?

I looked up at her. She was so pretty. I loved my mother. I really loved her. I only wished that I could see her naked. I'd love to have sex with her.

Suddenly feeling like the pervert that I am, I loved her in the way that a son shouldn't love his mother. I loved her in the way that a man loves a woman. I'd love to have sex with her. I'd love to make her my woman.

###

In the way that my mother took a breath for courage, I took one, too.

"It's my penis," I said.

Instinctively, she stared down at the big bulge that tented my sheet.

"Your penis? What about your penis," she asked? "What's wrong with it?"

While I deliberately throbbed and pulsated my erect cock, she continued staring down at my penis. She excited me by staring at the bulge beneath my sheet. Unable to control myself, my cock grew bigger. It grew harder. Then, as if there was something that had suddenly come alive under my sheet, a ghostly image, my prick pitched up the sheet in the way of a pole tenting the big top of a circus tent.

She put her hand on my tummy through the sheet. The base of her hand was on my pubic hair. Her long, manicured fingers were mere inches away from the head of my erect cock. I stared down at my mother's hand while wishing she had put her hand a little lower. Tempted to take her hand in mine, I'd love to put her hand on my erect cock through the sheet.

"There's something wrong with it," I said.

She immediately had a concerned look on her face.

"What do you mean there's something wrong with it," she asked? "What's wrong with it?"

She paused while continuing to stare at the bulge beneath my sheet in the way that I stared at her naked breasts and erect nipples through her sheer nightgown. While hoping she would, I thought she was going to rip the sheet off of my naked body. Daring myself to show my mother my naked, erect prick, tempted to lower the sheet, I didn't dare.

"Do you want to see the doctor," she asked?

###

After doc Braddock retired, our family doctor, the only other doctor in town was a woman.

"Mom," I said, shaking my head. "I can't go to a female doctor and her nurse to show her my penis."

She looked up at me and smiled before staring back down at my throbbing and pulsating prick that haunted my sheet. Then, she said what I was hoping she'd say. She asked me the question that would continue to make me self-abuse by self-pleasuring myself night and day.

"Do you want mommy to look at it," she asked? "May I see your penis, Brett?"

'Do I want my mother to look at my erect cock? She asked if she could see my penis. Yes, of course, I do want you to look at my prick. I want you to see my penis,' I thought. 'I can't wait to show you my big dick.'

Only, if I dared to show her my naked, erect prick, I wouldn't be surprised if I ejaculated prematurely all over my mother's nightgown. I'd love to cum on my mother. Only, I'd much prefer cumming in her mouth or in her pussy than on her nightgown.

Then, surprising me, betraying her innocent concern, sexual arousal flashed across her face. Seemingly, my MILF of a mother wanted to see my erect prick as much as I wanted her to see my big dick. She wanted to see my cock in the way that I not only wanted to show her my penis but also in the way that I'd love to see her naked ass, her naked pussy, and her naked tits.

"Mom," I said.

I stared up at her while feigning my shock!

"I can't show you my penis," I said, shaking my head from side to side. "How embarrassing is that," I asked?

She shrugged.

"It's either that or we'll be going to the emergency room at the hospital," she said.

Then, she laughed.

"Besides, I've seen your penis hundreds of times," she said.

I made a face.

"Yeah, when I was child," I said.

###

"Brett. It's okay, honey," she said resting her hand on my bulging prick.

My mother rested her hand on my cock in the way that I wished that I could cup her breasts through her nightgown.

"Show mommy your penis," she said. "Let me see it. I want to see it," she said.

I stared down at my mother's hand. Actually, lifting her hand, my cock throbbed and pulsated from the warmth of her motherly hand. She surprised me when she let out a sexy, little laugh.

"Brett, it's okay. I'm your mother," she said. "Show me your penis."

Shocking me again, she showed me another flash of sexual arousal. Seemingly, my mother wanted to see my penis as much as I wanted to show her my dick. She couldn't wait to see my prick in the way that I couldn't wait for her to see my cock.

"Mom," I said. "Just between us. If I show you my penis, you can tell anyone. I'd be so embarrassed if anyone knew that you saw me naked."

She smiled.

"Don't worry, honey. This will be our little secret. I won't tell anyone," she said. "Besides, who would I tell?"

Knowing that she told her sister, Maureen, my aunt, everything, I acted as if I didn't believe her. I hoped she'd tell her sister that she saw my naked, erect prick. I'm as sexually attracted to my aunt as I am to my mother. With her a nurse, I hoped that she'd invite my aunt to look at my naked prick, too. As much as I'd love to show my naked prick to my mother, I'd love to show my aunt my erect cock, too.

"You promise not to tell anyone," I asked?

She laughed.

"Yes I promise. Who am I going to tell," she asked again? "We're way out here in the boondocks. Our nearest neighbor is five miles away," she said. "I don't have any friends."

###

This was it. This was really it. I was, finally, going to show my MILF of a mother my erect, naked prick. Something else that I'll be stroking myself over, I'll be jerking off over my mother seeing my naked cock for the rest of my horny life.