My Mother & Stepmother

My Mother and Stepmother, #02

A woman I had just met and didn't know introduced me to her life. I was forced to live with my father's new bride when he died from COVIDs.

My Mother and Stepmother, reread, reviewed, revised, and rewritten from Chapter 1:

Then, I had an idea. As sexually exciting as it was perversely perverted, I hoped that I could pull it off. Acting totally innocent, having never done this before, I was as nervous as I was sexually excited. I was sexually excited to deliberately expose myself to my mother.

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One morning, when she was in the kitchen drinking her coffee and reading her newspaper, before entering the kitchen, I unbuttoned my pajama pee hole and pulled it wide open with my hands. Now, every time I moved or leaned; my cock would nearly fall out of my pajama pee hole. From where she was sitting, I knew she could clearly see my flaccid prick peeking through the pee hole opening of my pajama bottoms.

Ready to flash my mother my naked cock, I was nervous. I was sexually excited. My sexual excitement won over my nervousness and I was ready to do what I needed to do.

With my half-erect prick at her eye level or at her mouth level, and with my hands in my pockets making my pee hole opening even bigger, I walked over to my mother and stood directly in front of her. Getting her immediate attention, with her looking down instead of looking up, I knew she was looking. Like mother like son, she not only just looked at all that she could see of my naked prick, my mother stared at my naked prick. Seemingly, my mother was just as sexually attracted to me as I was sexually attracted to her.

She made me horny to know that my mother was staring at all that she could see of my naked cock. With her intently looking, I was tempted to pull out my prick from my pajama bottoms, take a step forward, and slowly slide my prick across her lips. I couldn't help but wonder what she'd do if I did that. Would she open her mouth and take me inside or would she push me away? Maybe, in the way that I hoped she would, she'd blow me. A sexual fantasy come true; I'd love for my mother to suck my cock.

Only, surprising me as much as she sexually excited me, she turned the flashing tables on me. A bit distracted from what I was seeing and what she was showing, from where I was standing, never expecting such a great, down-blouse view of my mother's naked breasts, I could see down her low-cut, sexy nightgown top. Surprising me by her exhibitionism, with her staring at all that she could see of my naked prick, cock for tits, I stared at all that I could see of her naked tits.

I couldn't believe that I was seeing a perfect downblouse view of my mother's naked breasts. If I wasn't sexually excited enough flashing my mother my naked prick, I was even more sexually excited with her flashing me her naked breasts. I loved seeing her naked tits as much as I love showing her my naked prick.

'Oh, my God. Look at her tits. They're so big. They're so shapely. I love my mother's naked tits,' I thought. 'I wish I could feel and fondle them while sucking her erect nipples as she sucks my cock.'

A double deliberate flash, I was deliberately flashing my mother my naked prick and she was deliberately flashing me her naked breasts. My favorite flashes, I loved seeing down my mother's nightgown top as much as I enjoyed flashing her my naked prick and as much as she seemingly enjoyed seeing my naked prick. I loved seeing whatever I could see of her naked breasts. With the both of us clearly in the sexual mood, we were ready to play our deliberate flashing game of voyeurism and exhibitionism.

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"Mom, I think there's something wrong with my penis," I said with sadness mixed with feigned fear.

Hoping that she'd believe me and ask to see my naked prick, she stared down at the bulge in my pajama bottoms in the way that I stared down at the two, huge bulges in the front of her nightgown.

"Why do you think there's something wrong with your penis, Charlie," she asked putting her newspaper down while showing the concern of a mother?

While she continued looking down at the bulge in my pajama bottoms, I continued looking down my mother's nightgown top. I loved seeing the tops of her meaty breasts and her long, sexy line of cleavage. If only she'd lean forward a little more, she'd give me a great down blouse view of not only her big tits but also of her erect nipples, too.

As soon as I thought that, she did that. She leaned forward more and her nightgown top leaned forward and open with her. Now, I had a clear view down my mother's nightgown top at her naked breasts and erect nipples.

I could clearly see the entire shape and size of my mother's big tits begging me to touch them, feel them, fondle them, and suck them. I could clearly see her erect nipples begging me to finger them while sucking them. I could clearly see her symmetrical areolas. Better than Heidi Klum's fake breasts and better than Jenny McCarthy's beautiful breasts, my mother had the best breasts that I had ever seen.

Wishing I could reach my horny hand all the way down her nightgown, I could clearly see all the way down her open nightgown. I could even clearly see the top of her brown, pubic hair. I'd love to finger my mother's pussy. I'd love to lick her while masturbating her.

'Oh, my God,' I thought. 'If it's not enough that I'm seeing her naked tits, I'm seeing part of her naked pussy, too. I'm seeing my mother's beautiful body as if she's naked.'

"It's not getting as hard as it used to get," I said lying and using that as my excuse to show her my naked cock.

I looked so sad.

"Do you think I need Viagra," I said.

She laughed?

"Viagra?" She made a face. "You don't need Viagra. Viagra is for old men," she said with another laugh.

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Unable to think of a better excuse for her to ask to see my naked prick, I hoped she'd ask to have me demonstrate the hardness of my prick by watching me stroke myself. I'd love to stroke myself for my mother. How hot would that be for my mother to watch me masturbate myself while I stood directly in front of her?

While hoping that she'd go for it, believe me, and ask to see my naked prick, I hoped she'd ask me to masturbate for her. A sexual fantasy come true; I'd love to masturbate for my mother. I'd love to cum in my mother's mouth and all over her pretty face.

With her watching and staring at my fingers playing with the head of my cock through my pajama bottoms, sexually teasing her and erotically enticing her, I continued fondling the head of my prick through my pajama bottoms. With my mother staring down at my pajama clad cock, immediately I developed an erection. My cock throbbed with the sexual anticipation of my mother asking to see my naked cock. My cock pulsated with the sexual anticipation of my mother seeing my naked prick. I hoped she'd ask me to stroke my naked prick.

"Show mommy your penis, Charlie. Let mommy see," she said staring at my semi-erect prick that now tented my pajama bottoms.

My ruse worked. I couldn't believe my mother asked to see my naked penis. Instead of being embarrassed, ready to show my mother my naked cock, I was sexually excited.

"C'mon, don't be shy. Think of me as your doctor," she said with a little laugh while encouraging me to show her my prick. "I'm your mother. Show me your penis, Charlie," she said again but more impatiently this time. "I want to see it. Let mommy see your penis," she said looking up at me.

Hoping that she would, in the way that I wanted to ask her to see her naked breasts, I couldn't believe that my mother asked me to see my naked prick. My mother was actually begging me to show her my naked prick. As if I was doing a slow striptease for my mother, feigning my embarrassment and shame, I slowly lowered my pajama bottoms while holding my naked prick in my hand.

Sexually exciting me, as if she had never seen a naked prick before, she didn't remove her eyes from my naked prick in the way that I didn't remove my eyes from her naked tits. Giving me an excuse to masturbate myself in front of my mother, not standing more than three feet away from her mouth, I stroked myself in front of her. It made me even more sexually excited that the head of my cock was only a mere thirty-six inches away from pressing my erect prick against my mother's lips.

Hoping beyond hope, I'd love to cum for my mother. I'd love for my mother to blow me. I'd love to cum in my mother's mouth. I'd love to cum all over her pretty face. I'd love to cum across her naked breasts. I'd love to give my mother a cum bath.

With cumming for my mother in mind, I stroked myself faster. With her not removing her eyes from watching me masturbate myself, clearly enjoying my masturbation show, she continued staring at my naked prick. I stroked myself faster. I stroked myself harder. I was so close to her face that again, I couldn't help myself from imagining cumming in my mother's mouth and all over her pretty face.

I wondered if she'd open her mouth and take my stiff prick inside. I wondered if she'd willingly and consensually blow me. I wondered if my mother would suck my cock. I wondered what her reaction would be if I accidentally on purpose shot a load of cum all over her pretty face. Would she laugh or would she be angry?

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"Take your hand away. Let mommy see your penis, Charlie," she said looking up at me with sexual arousal more that she looked up at me with motherly concern. "Don't be shy, honey. Show mommy your prick."

As if she was my doctor of urology who needed a sample of cum, she leaned forward for a closer look of my naked cock and, when she did, her nightgown fell forward and open with her. There they were as if sculpted by Pablo Picasso, Michelangelo, or Leonardo DaVinci, true works of art, my mother's beautiful, naked breasts. Wishing that I could, I'd love to feel my mother's naked breasts while sucking her erect nipples.

Now, again, I could clearly see the entire size and shape of her supersized breasts and her erect nipples. She had big nipples and I could feel my lips go in the shape of a goldfish looking to be fed. I'd love to suck my mother's nipples as if she was nursing me. I'd love for my mother to breast feed me.

Then, not expecting her to do that, she shocked me when she reached out her soft, warm hand and cupped my testicles in her hand. Something that I never expected her to do, as if she was my urologist, I couldn't believe my mother was holding my balls in the palm of her hand. I couldn't believe that my mother was holding my balls in her hand in the way that I wanted to hold her breasts in my hand.

Then, further sexually surprising me, controlling me, and sexually exciting me, she wrapped her long, manicured fingers around my flaccid prick and squeezed. She stared up at me before looking down at my naked prick again. Then, not stopping there, while closely examining my cock, as if an involuntary reaction, my mother slowly stroked me while staring up at me.

Something that I had imagined she'd do; my mother continued stroking my cock. She masturbated me. I couldn't believe she was having her wicked, sexual way with my naked prick in the way that I wished I could have my wicked, sexual way with her naked tits. Then, as if she saw through my ruse, seemingly knowing full well what I was doing and why I was doing it, she looked up at me to give me a naughty look and a sexy smile.

Not missing a beat, I couldn't believe my mother was stroking my cock. My MILF of a mother was giving me a hand job. I couldn't believe my mother was giving me a hand job. I'll be masturbating over my mother not only seeing my naked cock but also stroking and masturbating my naked cock for the rest of my life.

I couldn't believe my mother knew that I had deliberately flashed her for her to give me sex. Instead of stopping and admonishing me for tricking her and deceiving her, clearly, she didn't care. She seemed as sexually arouse to see my naked prick as much as I was sexually excited to show her my naked cock. She continued giving me what I sexually wanted and needed. She continued stroking my cock and masturbating me. Hard for me to wrap my head around, I couldn't believe my MILF of a mother was masturbating me.

"I don't see anything wrong with your penis. It feels plenty hard to me, Charles," she said looking up at me before looking down at my erect, naked prick while continuing to stroke my naked cock. "You have a beautiful penis, Charlie."

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While still holding my cock in her soft and warm hand, clearly, she was sexually aroused masturbating me. I had sexually aroused my mother. I couldn't believe that I had sexually aroused my mother. She continued holding my cock in her hand while stroking me and while breathing through her mouth. My mother seemed to swoon with what she was going to say next.

"Your cock is much bigger and much harder than your father's prick," she said looking up at me while squeezing my cock in her motherly hand before returning her look to my stiff prick.

Then, as if she was daydreaming of taking my erect prick in her mouth or in her pussy, she gave me that sexy look and a naughty smile again.

"I'll prove there's nothing wrong with your penis," she said while letting out another sexy, little laugh.

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Chapter 2: My Mother and Stepmother.

After having continual, incestuous sex with my mother, sleeping in her bed, eating her pussy and her sucking my cock, making love to her, and fucking her, instead of continuing with a good thing, I joined the Army and left home. To be honest, I was ashamed that I was having incestuous sex with my mother. Who does that? I felt perversely perverted. I was embarrassed to face my relatives knowing that I was sexually intimate with my mother and that we constantly saw one another naked.

Feeling guilty, what kind of perverted son am I to have had sex with my mother? Afraid for anyone to discover that we were having sex, if I stayed in that house any longer, our sexual relationship would have continued. Our sexually relationship would have grown and developed more into the love of a man for a woman than incestuous sex between a mother and a son. Wary of someone finding out our dark, dirty secret, not wanting our forbidden relationship to continue, leaving home was the best way to finally put an end to it.

I didn't find out that my father was in the hospital with COVIDs until after he had succumbed to the horrible virus. With him at high risk, he was morbidly obese and had Diabetes which explained why he no longer had sex with my mother. He couldn't get and/or maintain an erection, which would explain why my mother was horny and sexually frustrated enough to not only flash me her topless and naked body but also to sexually seduce me and have incestuous sex with me.

I found out from my commanding officer that my father had died. Scheduled to leave the army in a week anyway, after being in the army for 20-years, honorably discharged, they allowed me to leave a week early. A blessing in the disguise, now that I was out of the Army, from sunup to sundown, I had my routine. I had someone ordering me around and telling me what to do. Now, I didn't know what to do with myself. With my original job as a tank repairman, there's not much call for a tank needing repair outside of the Army.

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I loved the Army. I was good at following orders and good at giving them. I made my way up to Sargent Major, the highest non-commissioned rank in the army. Promoted from repairing tanks, I was in charge of supply inventory, ordering, and procuring.

One of my favorite movies was Soldier in the Rain with Jackie Gleason and Steve McQueen. Made in 1963, I loved that movie. It's interesting how my life personified the script in that movie. Jackie Gleason was portrayed a Master Sargent in charge of supply, inventory, ordering, and procuring, and I was a Sargent Major in charge of supply, inventory, ordering, and procuring. Go figure, life has a way of making your dreams come true or of making your life a horrible nightmare.

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The first time meeting my stepmother, not believing that she was really my stepmother, she was waiting for me at the airport. She was holding a sign with my name on it ready to drive me home. Not knowing who she was, I stared at her while wondering who she could be. Tall, blonde, busty, shapely, and beautiful, she was gorgeous.

'Be still my heart,' I thought the first time seeing her.

Sexually frustrated from having a limited amount of sex while in the Army, I was horny. With me a typical, testosterone filled, young man, no matter that I had just met her, I wanted to have sex with her. She had an inherent way of doing that to men. Anyone who saw her wanted to make love to her and fuck her.

With someone who looked like her, who wouldn't want to make love to her? Who wouldn't want to fuck her? Who wouldn't want to have sex with her? Who wouldn't want to get down on one knee and propose to her and marry her? She was the best looking and sexiest woman that I had ever seen in my life.

Whoever she was, sexually inspiring me to allow my sexual imagination to run wild, I imagined making out with her while touching her and feeling her everywhere through her clothes. Not stopping there, I imagined slowly undressing her before stripping her naked while touching and feeling her naked body everywhere that a stepson should never touch and feel his stepmother. Something that I was guilt ridden before, but no longer guilt ridden now, I imagined having the same type of sexual relationship with my stepmother that I had with my mother.

Not stopping there, I imagined fucking her hard and fast enough to give her multiple sexual orgasms with my cock. A sexual fantasy come true; I imagined her blowing me. I imagined her sucking my cock while staring up at me with those big, blue eyes, while I fondled her naked breasts and fingered her erect nipples. I imagined masturbating her pussy while reaching up to fondle her breasts and pull, turn, and twist her erect nipples.

Ruining my thoughts of having sex with her, I just hoped that she wasn't really my stepmother. After having had sex with my biological mother, continuing the sexual perversion of incest with her, that would be too weird to have sex with my stepmother, too. What's next? Would I dare sexually solicit my aunt, my cousins, and my grandmother, and have sex with them all, too?

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"Douglas," she asked taking a step forward while looking down at my picture before looking up at me again? "Is that you?"

She looked at me while smiling and I looked at her confused. She was so tall. With me 6'4" tall, she was nearly as tall as me. With her at nearly 6' tall without heels, I had never been with a woman as tall. A stunning beauty, and with them knowing that I was coming home from my stint in the Army, I wondered if my friends had arranged for a stripper to masquerade as my stepmother to meet me at the airport. Having no idea who she was, I didn't know anyone who looked like her.

Having not had sex in a while, frowned upon where I was stationed in Afghanistan, Pakistan, and Iraq, I didn't have sex very often. Filled with sexual desire for her, this woman, a rare beauty, made me horny. I'll be masturbating tonight and every night thereafter while imagining her naked and having sex with her.

"You must be Douggie," she said lighting me up with her smile.

'Douggie,' I thought? 'No one called me Douggie except for my father.

My friends called me Doug and my business associates called me Douglas. Everyone else called me Sargent Major when in the Army.

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She laughed while looking at me before looking down at my picture again and before looking up at me again. She had a picture of me in uniform taken by my mother when I had just enlisted in the Army. And, even though the photo was twenty-years-old, indeed, I did look like my picture.