There are no underage characters in this story. All characters portrayed are over 18-years-old. This story directly relates to my previous story, Mom's First, Blind, Internet Date.
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Mother & Son Have Oral Sex, Ch. 09
When Michael refuses to have sex with his mother, Emma forces her son to have sex with her.
Revised, rewritten, and continued with additional changes from Chapter 08:
Hard for him to wrap his brain around it, he couldn't believe he was standing in his mother's bedroom in his underwear and with an erection while waiting for her to undress. With her always having been so modestly moral and with him never seeing any more of her than her bra strap, he couldn't believe his mother was about to undress in front of him. In the way he always stared at the impressions her big tits made through her blouse and bra, he watched her look down at the impression his semi-erect cock made in his underwear. Eager to show her his naked prick, it sexually excited him to see her looking at his engorged prick.
As soon as she stared at his bulge, his prick throbbed and pulsated as if acknowledging his sexual lust for his mother. If he was already this sexually excited before his mother even removed any of her clothes, he could only imagine how sexually excited he'd be once she started undressing. He could only imagine how sexually excited he'd be once he saw all that he should never see of his mother.
'I can't believe this is happening,' he thought. 'This is my sexual fantasy come true.'
Obviously, the blind date she had with Vincent had sexually enflamed her and pulled her from her cloistered closet. With him the only man around, he was the recipient of her pent up sexual lust. As if she was a Catholic nun leaving the monastic convent and forsaking the religious order for the affection of a man and for sex, his mother was finally free to spread her sexual wings. Only, instead of her choosing to have sex with Vincent or with some other man, she chose him. Now instead of her just being his mother, she'd soon be his lover too.
In the way he'd rather have sex with his mother than with Ginger or with any other woman, obviously with her standing before him ready to undress, his mother would rather have sex with him too. On the pretense of teaching one another how to give oral sex, his mother was finally ready and willing to have sex with him. In the same way that he couldn't wait to finger and eat her pussy, he couldn't wait for her to stroke and suck his cock.
In the way he stared at her big tits through her clothes, she stared at his bulging cock through his underwear. In the way he was ready to reach out his horny hand to feel her big breasts through her blouse, he was surprised when his mother didn't reach out her hand and take hold of his cock through his briefs. Just as he'd love nothing more than to touch, feel, and fondle his mother's body through her clothes, he'd love for his mother to touch, feel, and fondle his cock through his underwear. Just as he'd love to slide his hand inside of her bra to feel her naked breasts and finger her nipples, he'd love for his mother to reach her hand in his underwear to feel his naked cock.
If only by her preoccupation and by her focused stare at his underwear clad cock, he half expected that she'd touch, feel, fondle, and grope his hard, hairy prick through his underwear. Wishing she'd touch him in the way he couldn't wait to touch her, when she didn't reach out her hand to touch and fondle his prick through his briefs, he was disappointed that she didn't make the next move. Feeling as if he was a rapist, now he felt foolish standing in his mother's bedroom in his underwear with an erection.
Perhaps, having sobered up from the three double scotches she had, in the time it took her to walk from the living room to her bedroom, maybe she wasn't as drunk as he thought she was. Maybe she was having second thoughts about them having incestuous sex. He was worried that she had changed her mind about her teaching him how to finger and eat her pussy and about him instructing her how to stroke and suck his cock. Taking her first touch as his green light to grope her, he'd love nothing more than to feel his mother's soft, loving hand on his growing, hard cock while he felt and fondled her big breasts.
In the way he'd love to stick his hand down his mother's blouse and bra, he'd love for his mother to stick her hand inside of his briefs. In the way he'd love to feel her naked breasts while fingering her nipples, he'd love for his mother to wrap her fingers around his naked cock and slowly stroke him. In the way that Vincent had already done, he'd love to stick his hand down his mother's panties to feel her naked ass and finger her naked, warm, wet cunt. If only she'd touch him, he'd touch her.
Yet, acting obvious to him, instead of turning to face him, as if she was alone in her room with her bad self, she stood facing her bureau mirror ignoring him and not even looking at him. Instead of looking at him with sexual excitement in the way that he looked at her with sexual excitement, she looked at her own reflection with sexual excitement. Obviously, with her telling him that she needed to change into something more comfortable, it sexually aroused her to tease him.
Yet, distancing herself from what she was about to do, she continued looking at herself in the mirror without acknowledging at him. She stared at her refection in the mirror as if he wasn't even there in her room with her. He was an obvious pawn in her expectant game of exhibitionism and in his hopeful game of voyeurism. Happy to play her game, he watched her reflection through the mirror as if he was fortuitous enough to have serendipitously happened by her while she was undressing.
As if he was a hypnotist, he wished his mother would start undressing. He stared at her as if hypnotically suggesting that she'd strip herself naked. Not talking and not making a sound, as if he was a fly on her wall, he just watched her looking at herself. In the way she stared at herself, he stared at her. He leered and ogled his mother as if she was already standing there in her bra and panties, topless, or naked.
Aside from him standing in her bedroom in his underwear and with an erection, instead of this being a planned moment of seduction between a mother and her son, this occasion felt more like an unanticipated one. He couldn't believe his mother was about to undress. He couldn't believe they were going to have oral sex. Only, with him at her whimsy and at her sexual pleasure, there was always that chance that she'd change her mind and wouldn't undress. There was always that chance that they wouldn't have oral sex.
'Suck my cock, Mom. Blow me, Emma. I can't wait to cum in your mouth,' he thought while he lustfully stared at his sexy mother.
Wide eyed and focused, he stared at his mother as if she wasn't his mother but one of the cougar MILF's he picked up for sex. He stared at his mother as if she was one of the clones that he searched to have sex with while pretending that he was having sex with his mother. Yet, this time was different. She wasn't one of the cougar MILF's he picked up for sex. She wasn't one of the clones who looked like his mother. Not having to pretend that this was his mother and that he was having sex with his mother, this was his mother. By her own suggestion, he was about to have sex with his mother.
'Oh, my God. I can't believe this is really happening,' he thought.
He was as shocked as he was sexually excited. As if there was a drumroll going off in his head, he waited for his mother to start undressing. With him already in his underwear, he'd love nothing more than to see his mother in her underwear too. He'd love nothing more than to press his underwear clad body against his mother's underwear clad body to hold her and to hug her.
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As if his eyes were magnifying glasses beneath the hot sun instead of being illuminated by her bedroom light, if his mother was kindling, he would have set her ablaze by his focused stare. As if getting ready to go out on a date instead of getting ready to have sex with her son in her bedroom, taking her sweet time sexually teasing him, she brushed her hair and redid her lipstick. Michael watched the sexy show while silently staring at her big breasts and shapely ass through her clothes. So accustomed to fantasizing about her while masturbating himself, he watched her preen herself for him as if imagining he really wasn't there with his mother.
In the way she stared at herself in the mirror with her fingers poised on the top button of her low cut blouse, as if he was sexually fantasizing this moment, he stared at her too. She was finally going to reveal her bra clad breasts to him. She was finally going to undress in front of him. Hopefully, he was finally going to see his mother's tits. He couldn't believe he was finally going to see her huge breasts.