Mom & Son Discuss Masturbation Ch. 05

"There's nothing wrong with masturbation Jason. It's a sexual release that we all sometimes need to do to get on with our lives," she said smiling at him as if silently asking him if he wanted her to masturbate him.

"I know," he said.

"So tell me. When you're masturbating," she said pausing to look down at her breast again and where his eyes were looking. "What do you think when you're thinking about my breasts?"

She imagined all that he thought about when imagining and masturbating over her naked breasts. She imagined him seeing them, touching them, feeling them, and sucking them as she'd love him to do. She imagined him fingering her hard nipples before sucking her big tits. She imagined fucking her big tits with his cock before she leaned her head down to take his erect prick in her mouth.

"You won't get mad if I tell you?"

Mad? She wanted to laugh out loud. I may get sexually excited but I'd never be angry that my son thinks about my tits while stroking his cock, she wanted to say but didn't. She sat down at the table to finish the last big of her already cold coffee.

"No, I won't get mad," she said with a little laugh while looking at him with as much love as she was now looking at him with sexual excitement.

Obviously, she was sexually excited that her son wanted her as much as she wanted him. With that bit of sexual knowledge in mind, she imagined him feeling her tits through her nightgown while fingering her nipples before sucking her nipples. She imagined feeling his cock through his pajama bottom before stroking his cock. She imagined stroking his cock before sucking his cock. When she walked in his room last night to catch him masturbating, she recalled him cumming. Thinking about all of that cum that coated his chest and stomach, she'd love to stroke him fast and hard enough for him to cream her hand or ejaculate in her mouth.

"You won't kick me out of the house if I tell you what I think about when thinking about your tits as I masturbate?"

She'd kick her husband out of the house before she kicked her son out of her house. It was her house after all left to her by her mother. She'd never kick her son out of her house, especially now that they were on the brink of having and incestuous, sexual affair.

"Of course not. I love having you here. I'm glad to help you during your hard time," she said reaching across the table to touch his hand with her fingertips when what she really wanted to do was to touch his cock.

"Thank you, Mom. I like being here with you," he said.

She fingered the tip of his finger as if she was fingering the tip of his cock. By the sexually excited look on his face, he got the message.

"So tell me," she said with a pause. "Sexually stimulating for me to think that you think of me in that sexual way, I'd like to know what you think about when you think about my breasts while masturbating yourself."

Staring in his coffee as if he was staring in the bottom of an empty whiskey glass, he suddenly fell pensive before coming alive with sexual excitement. Not wanting their conversation to wane and prematurely end, wanting him to remain there talking to her, she got up from the table to pour him another cup of coffee while he told her what she so wanted and needed to hear.

"What do I think about when I think about you sexually while masturbating?"

Taking full advantage of the down nightgown view, he stared at her exposed cleavage.

"Yes, I'd really like to know," she said still playing with his finger.

She looked down at his finger as if she was looking down at his cock. She was tempted to lift his finger from the table and take it to her lips before taking it in her mouth. She wondered what he'd do if she sucked his finger.

"I think about seeing your tits. I wonder what your big breasts look like. I imagine seeing your areolas and nipples. I wonder what they look like," he said staring in his mother's green eyes before staring down at the erect impressions her nipples made in her sheer nightgown. "I think about touching them, feeling them, and fondling them," he said with a pause. "I think about sucking your tits," he confessed.

If only he wasn't her son, she would have shown him her breast by now. If only he wasn't her son and she wasn't his mother, she would have stripped off her nightgown already. If only he wasn't her son and she wasn't his mother, she would have stroked him, sucked him, and fucked him. If only he wasn't her son and she wasn't his mother, she would have had sex with him when she caught him masturbating in his room. Only, he was her son and she was his mother. Squirming in her seat as if she was masturbating herself by rubbing her thighs together, she gave him a sexually excited smile to let him know that they were on the same sexual incest page.

"Interesting," she said taking another sip of her coffee. "That's so interesting that you sometimes think of me in a sexual way while pleasuring yourself. I'm so flattered that you think of my breasts. To be totally honest, I love my big tits," she said looking down at her tits again while opening the top of her nightgown again. "And I want you to know, Jason, that there's nothing wrong with you thinking of your mother in a sexual way. It's normal for you to have those sexual feelings towards me."

She swooned at the thought of her son wanting her enough to want to see, touch, and feel her tits. She swooned at the thought of him sucking her tits. She swooned at the thought of him feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples, while she stroked and sucked his cock. Only, it was his turn to question her now.

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Part Sixteen: "Have you ever thought of me in a sexual way?"

Armed with her true, incestuous, sexual confession, she was so ready to tell him everything.

"Have you ever thought of me in a sexual way?" With him asking her the perfect question in encouraging her to confess her sexual feelings towards her son, she swooned at the thought of what she was about to say next. "Have you ever thought about having sex with me?"

This was it. Finally, this was really it. Forget about stepping over the imaginary line of incest, they've already crossed the line and continued running down the incestuous playing field for a touchdown. With each one confessing their sexual fantasies to the other regarding their thoughts when masturbating, they were on the precipice of having sex. One way or the other, as if doing a 10 meter high dive, it wouldn't take her much to push him off the cliff for him to take the incestuous plunge with her or to scare him away.

"I have," she said not even having to contemplate in formulating her answer to confess her response.

To be continued...