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.'
### MyMomChristinetheIncestWhore ###
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.
