Mother & Son Have Oral Sex

There are no underage characters in this story. All characters portrayed are over 18-years-old. If you're looking for pornography, this isn't it. I write erotica.

Author's note: This story directly relates to my previous story, Mom's First, Blind, Internet Date when mom refused to give her blind date a blowjob. Mom has never given anyone a blowjob, not even her ex-husband, obviously one of the reasons why he left her.

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Sexually attracted to his mother, son can't remove his mother from his head or from his bed.

In the way he was sitting so close to his mother, he could feel her body heat even through the thick, white, heavy terrycloth bathrobe. The surround sound that emanated from their big screen TV, and that was wired through the stereo and throughout the house, enveloped Michael in the way of a warm hug. With the actors' voices crystal clear, he didn't need headphones to hear every nuance of the dialogue. Then, when they played the music to set the mood for the scene and the stage for the action, he could feel the bass beating as if his heart was beating faster for his mother.

"Thump, thump, thump, thump. Thump, thump, thump, thump."

Feeling as if he was part of the movie, with the ambiance of the lights turned down low that created a cinematically, romantic mood, he felt as if he was one of the main characters in one of his mother's movies. With his mother having just taken her bath, he could smell the scent of her honey and lemon body wash. Overwhelmed with the need to take her in his arms and kiss her, Michael felt as if he was at a movie theatre with his girlfriend, Ginger, instead of at home with his mother, Emma.

With him having been sexually attracted to his mother since he turned 18-years-old, he couldn't help from imagining her without her plush bathrobe now. He couldn't help but imagine her naked. At the very least, he wished she was sitting on the couch next to him in just her nightgown. Forced to wear his terrycloth bathrobe too, he wished he was sitting on the couch next to her in just his pajama bottoms without underwear beneath.

Imagining his mother with her manicured fingers wrapped around his erect prick, he wished he was lying in bed with his mother naked instead of sitting on the couch with her fully dressed. He wished his mother was slowly, gently, and lovingly stroking him while they watched the movie from the TV in her bedroom instead of from the TV in the living room. He imagined feeling her big tits and fingering her erect nipples while she lowered her mouth down to stuff his stiff cock in her mouth to suck him. Yet, nothing more than just a sexual fantasy, sometimes his sexual fantasies felt so real.

As if watching a porn video, with his cock buried in his mother's mouth, he imagined his mother's head bobbing up and down while she stared up at him with her big, brown eyes. He imagined his mother making all of those slurping, cocksucking sounds that he loved to hear and imagined hearing whenever masturbating himself over the thoughts of his mother blowing him. He imagined moving his mother's brown hair out of the way so that he could see her pretty face with his hard, hairy cock in her beautiful mouth.

'Suck my cock, Mom. Blow me. I need to cum in your mouth,' he imagined saying to his mother in the way he always said to his girlfriend, Ginger.

As if it had really happened, he could feel his mother stroking him while sucking him. Then, with his cum splashing against the back of her throat, he could actually feel himself cumming in his mother's mouth. Then, surprising even himself, when she pulled out his still throbbing, stiff prick past her red, full lips to lovingly smile at him, a second, even bigger load of cum splashed across her face, in her hair, and across her naked breasts.

Imagining giving his mother a cum bath, he couldn't believe he had given his mother a cum bath. Watching it all in slow motion, his warm, oozy, load of cum dripped from her hair, her eyebrows, her nose, her lips, her chin, and her tits. He watched his mother wipe the cum from her face while laughing before taking his cock back in her mouth to suck him again.

'That was some cum bath, Michael,' he imagined his mother saying with a dirty laugh. 'You must have been saving up your cum all week while hoping that I'd blow you.'

As if she had really blown him, as if he had really ejaculated in her mouth, and as if he had really given her a cum bath, he looked at his mother with lustful love.

'I love you, Mom. I love you,' he imagined saying. 'You're the absolute best cocksucker in the world.'

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Enamored by her good looks, her fun sense of humor, and her pleasing personality, Michael loved his mother, Emma. He truly loved her. He loved the sound of her voice and her sexy laugh. With him in love with his mother in the way that a man loves a woman and a son should never love his mother, with nothing not to love about his mother, he loved everything about his mother.

He loved her lush, brown hair. He loved her pretty face and her sexy body. He loved the way she looked at him with motherly love. Only, he wished she'd look at him in the way that a woman lustfully and romantically looked at a man instead in the way that a mother looked lovingly and innocently at her son. He wished she looked at him with desire in the way he looked at her with lust.

Something he always does when sitting close together on the couch with his mother, he put his arm around her as if she was his date for the evening. As if he owned her and she was his, he loved holding her as if she was his girlfriend instead of his mother. He only wished she wasn't his mother but his girlfriend. He only wished he could kiss her and tell her how much he sexually wanted her while touching her and feeling her everywhere a son should never touch and feel his mother. He only wished she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her.

If she wasn't his mother, he'd remove her damn bathrobe and have her sit beside him wearing her short, low cut, sheer, sexy nightgown. If she wasn't his mother, he'd kiss her while touching her big breasts, fingering her erect nipples, and feeling her firm ass through her nightgown. If she wasn't his mother, he'd part her lips with his tongue and French kiss her. If she wasn't his mother, while kissing and kissing her, he'd touch and feel her everywhere that he shouldn't touch and feel his mother.

If she wasn't his mother, while continuing to kiss her and kiss her, French kissing her, he'd put her hand on his cock through his pajama bottoms. If she wasn't his mother, he'd slowly strip her naked before quickly stripping himself naked too. If she wasn't his mother, he'd make sweet love to her before fucking her. If she wasn't his mother, he'd finger her pussy while licking her pussy before sticking his cock in her mouth for her to suck him.

'I love you, Mommy,' he thought in reaction to his cock throbbing and pulsating to an erection beneath his bathrobe.

When sitting so close to her on the couch while watching a romantic movie, in the way he watched the actors making love, he imagined making love to his mother. Only, in the way that none of the actors in any of his mother's movies had X-rated sex, instead of making love, he imagined fucking his mother. He imagined pounding his mother's pussy until she exploded with a screaming, loud, sexual orgasm of maternal pleasure. He imagined his mother being so grateful that he gave her such a beautiful orgasm, that she couldn't wait to blow him. Stroking him while sucking him, as if they were stars in their own porn movie, he imagined cumming in her beautiful, motherly mouth.

'I can't wait to suck your cock, Michael. Cum Michael. Cum. Cum for Mommy. Cum in my mouth. Mom needs to taste your cum,' he imagined his mother saying.

While staring up at him with his big, hard, hairy cock in her mouth, he imagined his mother removing his cock from her mouth to speak. Imagining staring down at her big, expressive, brown eyes, seeing his mother with his prick in her mouth made him so very sexually excited. Seeing his mother with his prick in her mouth made him so hard. Something so sexually inappropriate, forbidden, and illegal in many states and countries, he couldn't wait to cum in his mother's mouth. He couldn't wait to watch his mother swallow his cum.

'Oh, Mom. You're so beautiful. You're so sexy. I love you,' he imagined saying to his mother while stroking her hair before reaching her hand down to feel and fondle her big tits and while pulling, turning, and twisting her erect nipples. 'I can't wait to cum in your beautiful mouth, Mom.'

Imagining her stroking him faster and sucking him deeper, he couldn't believe his mother was stroking his stiff prick. He couldn't believe his mother was sucking cock. He couldn't believe his mother was allowing him to have his wicked, sexual way with her big tits and erect nipples. He imagined her briefly removing his cock from her mouth to speak.

'Cum Michael. Cum for me. I need to swallow my son's warm, oozy, load of cum,' he imagined his mother saying to him in the way that his girlfriend, Ginger, encourages him when she's sucking him. 'Cum, Michael. Cum.'

He imagined putting a gentle hand to the back of his mother's pretty head while humping up his hips. Humping her mouth and fucking her face, his sexual fantasies of his mother blowing him felt so real. His sexual fantasies of having sex with his mother made him want to have sex with his mother. Only, in the way he'd definitely have sexual intercourse with his mother, she'd never have sex with him. She'd never have sex with her son. In the way he'd fuck his mother, she'd never fuck him. In the way he'd lick his mother, she'd never suck him.

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With her so prim, so proper, and so morally modest, if only for masturbation fodder later, he couldn't wait to masturbate over all that he was thinking now about having sex with his mother later. He only wished she wasn't wearing her bulky bathrobe over her sexy, low cut, short, sheer nightgown. In the horny way he felt, he'd like to see something, anything of his mother that he shouldn't see and that he had never see. If she wasn't wearing that damn bathrobe, perhaps her reason why she was wrapped in thick terrycloth, he'd tried to cop a cheap feel of her breasts and/or her panty clad ass through her nightgown. If she wasn't wearing that damn bathrobe, perhaps he really would see something of her that he shouldn't see but would love to see.

Now more than just a little curious, he wondered which nightgown she was wearing beneath her bathrobe. Without her having the modesty of her robe, he only wished she was wearing one of her short, sheer, sexy, low cut nightgowns, one that he never gets to see. Having gone through her lingerie drawers many times to touch, feel, and sniff her panties and fondle her bras while imagining her wearing them, he knew she had plenty of sexy panties, bras, and nightgowns. He loved his mother's sexy underwear and nightgowns. He only wished he could see his mother in her bra and panties or at least in one of her sexy nightgowns without the modesty of her bathrobe.

Modeling them for him, he wished she'd wear her bra and panties and sexy nightgowns in front of him instead of hiding them in her drawers and behind her bathrobe. He'd love nothing more than to see his mother parading around him in her low cut bra and bikini panties. Just once, he'd love to see more of his mother's skin. Just once, he'd love to see his mother wearing one of her sexy nightgowns while flashing him down nightgown views of her tits and up nightgown views of her panties or pussy. Going one step beyond his usual sexual fantasy, he imagined something that would never happen.

'Michael, be a dear and unhook my bra. These straps are killing me,' he imagined his mother saying.

He couldn't believe what he was hearing.

'What? Seriously? If it's not enough that I'm imagining her standing in front of me in just her bra and panties, but now she wants me to unhook her bra? No way! I don't believe this. Pinch me. I'm dreaming. I can't believe I'm about to see my mother's tits,' he thought while having a new sexual fantasy of his mother.

He couldn't believe his mother stood before him in her bra. He couldn't believe she wanted his help in unhooking her bra. He imagined reaching around her to unhook her bra and was shocked when she removed her brassiere in front of his horny eyes. He couldn't believe when his mother removed her bra.

'Oh, my God,' he imagined blurting out as soon as he saw his mother's big, naked breasts, her areolas, and her erect nipples.

Having never seen much more than her bra strap, he couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's naked breasts.

'Gees, Michael,' he imagined his mother saying while laughing. 'You're staring at my tits as if you've never seen tits before.'

Posing and modeling her naked breasts, he imagined her turning one way before turning the other way.

'I've never seen your tits before, Mother,' he imagined his reply while looking up from her tits to look in her eyes and before focusing on her big breasts again.

He couldn't stop staring at his mother's naked breasts. She jumped up and down to show him her big breasts bouncing. She leaned forward and moved side to side to show him tits swaying. She cupped her breasts in both of her hands and fingered her nipples to an ever bigger erection. Then, he imagined her lifting her breasts to her mouth to suck her nipples in the way that he so wanted to suck her nipples.

'So tell me,' he imagined her saying while she continued fondling and feeling her tits. 'What do you think of my tits?'

While he stroked his cock, he imagined her continuing to sexually tease him.

'You have beautiful breasts, Mom,' he imagined his reply. 'May I touch them? May I feel and fondle them? May I suck your breasts, Mother?'

He imagined her giving him a motherly smile.

'Of course, you may touch, feel, fondle, and suck my breasts,' he imagined her replying. 'Why else would I remove my bra in front of my son? I want you to feel, fondle, and suck my breasts as much as you want to feel, fondle, and suck my tits.'

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Imagining his mother sexually teasing him, he'd love for his mother to give him a down nightgown view of her long line of sexy cleavage and the tops of big breasts. He'd love for his mother to give him an up nightgown, in between her legs view of her white panties. Or if she wasn't wearing panties, which he doubted as she always wore panties, he'd love to see an up nightgown view of her naked, brown pussy. Only, with her always dressed more like a nun than dressed like his MILF of a mother, with her wearing a thick, terrycloth robe, he couldn't even see the impressions of her erect nipples.

With her allowing him to hold her so close, he couldn't tell if she was cold or sexually excited. In the way he wrapped his arm around her shoulder, she draped her arm across his chest. A game he enjoyed playing once his erection grew bigger and harder, he acted as if he was a masher on the subway. Wishing it was her hand or her fingers, he ever so gently and slowly rubbed, humped, and grinded his mother's wrist and forearm with his stiff, bathrobe padded prick.

Wishing she'd touch his cock through his bathrobe with her hand and fingers, he wanted her to subtly know that she had sexually aroused him and that he had an erection. He wondered if she knew he had an erection. He wondered if she could feel his hard, stiff prick rubbing against her arm through the thick terrycloth of her heavy bathrobe. Holding her while she wore her bathrobe was like holding her if she was wearing a furry coat. Wishing he could, afraid to show his perverse, sexual affection for his mother, he couldn't even dare himself to reveal his inappropriate, sexual feelings for her.

In the hope that she was sexually attracted to him too, he'd love nothing more than to divulge his sexual attraction to his mother. As if he was a groper on a subway, he so wanted to hold her hand while pressing the back of her hand against his erect cock that tented his pajama bottoms through his bathrobe. Yet, with her insisting that he be attired like a gentleman and treat her like a lady, he wished they didn't have to wear their stupid bathrobes in front of one another while watching her stupid movies. If he wasn't wearing this bathrobe, he imagined gathering the nerve to put his mother's hand on his pajama clad cock.

In the way he was so sexually aroused, if he wasn't wearing a bathrobe, with him not wearing underwear beneath his pajama bottom, his erect prick, no doubt, would escape from his pajama pee hole to make a surprise appearance. He wondered what his mother's reaction would be to seeing his erect, naked cock. He wondered if she'd look? If she did look, he wondered if she'd stare? Or maybe, when seeing his stiff prick out of the corner of her eye, she'd look away. Wishing she'd look, stare actually, instead of averting her eyes, he'd feel so rejected if she wasn't as sexually excited seeing his cock as he'd be sexually excited showing her his stiff prick.

While staring down at his cock, he wondered if she'd tell him that he was so exposed. Instead of telling him that he was so exposed, he wondered if she'd mindlessly touch and hold his prick in her hand. As if holding and fingering the television's remote control, he wondered if she'd mindlessly and lovingly fondle the head of his cock with her fingertips while watching her movie. He wondered if she'd mindlessly stroke his dick while continuing to watch the movie.

Nothing more than a sexual fantasy, hoping she'd wrap her manicured fingers around his erect prick, he'd love nothing more than to put his mother's hand on his naked prick. He wondered if she'd leave her hand there or move her hand away. He'd love nothing more than for his mother to give him a hand job before giving him a blowjob. He'd love nothing more than to cum in his mother's mouth.

'Michael. Oh, my God. You're exposed. Cover yourself,' he imagined her saying with feigned her outrage while staring at his big prick. 'Michael, your sexual lust for me is obvious, so very obvious for me,' he imagined her scolding him while staring down at his engorged prick before taking him in her hand and wrapping her fingers around him. Then, changing to the whore he wished she was, he imagined her offering him her hand, her mouth, and her pussy. 'I can help you with this, he imagined his mother saying while slowly stroking him. 'May I give you some sexual relief? Would you like me to masturbate you?'

He imagined feeling her long, soft, delicate fingers tightly wrapped around his stiff cock. He imagined his mother stroking him faster before leaning her head down to take him in her warm, wet, motherly mouth to suck him. Then, he went beyond his most outrageous sexual fantasy that he had of his mother. He imagined his mother stripping herself naked and sitting and bouncing on his cock as if he was an X-rated ride at the carnival. He imagined making love to his mother before fucking his mother.

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After watching Jane Austin's Pride and Prejudice with his mother tonight and Sense and Sensibility with her last week, always while sitting next to her and holding her, he was horny. Envisioning her as Keira Knightly playing Elizabeth Bennet and him as Matthew Macfadyen playing Mr. Darcy, with them acting out her favorite characters, he'd love to roleplay some of the sexy love scenes with his mother. Envisioning her as Emma Thompson playing Elinor Dashwood and him as Hugh Grant playing Edward Ferrars, he'd love to roleplay some of the sexy scenes with his mother from Sense and Sensibilities too. Only, with her seeing right through his roleplaying pretense as his excuse to kiss her while playing his role, she'd never agree to kiss him, at least not in that sexual way.