Giving my Mother a Helping Hand

While I felt her naked tits and fingered her erect nipples with one hand, I imagined rubbing her clit and fingerfucking her pussy with my other hand. I imagined her staring down at my naked prick. I imagined her reaching out her soft, warm hand to hold my naked prick while feeling, fingering, and fondling my naked prick. I imagined my mother staring up at me while slowly stroking my naked cock.

'Move to your knees and take me in your mouth. Blow me, Mother. Suck my cock. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth,' I imagined saying to her. 'I need to give you a cum bath and cum all over your pretty face.'

Something that I knew would never happen yet, something so very sexually exciting to think that it would, I imagined my mother moving to her knees to take me in her hand before taking me in her mouth. I imagined my mother stroking me while blowing me. I imagined my mother continuing to suck me until I ejaculated a big load of cum in her mouth and all over her face. I imagined giving my mother a cum bath.

Alas, who knows? Maybe if I had masturbated in front of her, she may have been sexually aroused enough to masturbate herself in front of me. I always wondered if my mother masturbated. I always wondered what she looked like when she was sexually aroused. I always wondered what she sounded like when cumming. I always wanted to masturbate my mother. I always wanted her to masturbate me.

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I moved out of my mother's house a few months ago. I needed the privacy that a place of my own would give me. Besides, a man my age shouldn't still be living at home with his mother. What message does that give to women looking to date him?

'What? Are you kidding me? Seriously? You still live with your mother? Are you having sex with her, too,' I imagined women who I was sexually interested in asking me those disturbing and embarrassing questions?

Yet, fearing what would happen if I continued living with my mother, and knowing full well that it, no doubt, end with incestuous sex, I started having inappropriate, sexual thoughts and romantic feelings for her. Sexually attracted to her, I sexually lusted over her. I masturbated night and day over imagining seeing her naked and having sex with her. Moreover, not all one way, yet, difficult for me to tell if she did or not, I suspected that she had inappropriate, incestuous thoughts for me, too.

Nevertheless, whether her erotic flashes were purposefully done or addental, it didn't matter. More than once, nearly every day that I lived there, she flashed me her panties in up-skirt peeks. Every time I saw my mother's panties, while wishing that I could finger her pussy through her panties and/or remove her panties to lick her naked cunt, I masturbated over seeing her panties that night.

'I wished I could finger my mother's pussy through her panties. I wished I could lick her pussy through her panties,' I thought. 'I wished I could remove her panties and make love to my mother.'

Nearly every night, while we watched TV when sitting across from one another, with her nightgown raised high enough and her knees parted open enough, she flashed me her naked pussy in up-nightgown peeks. Whether she knew she was exposed or not, trying not to allow her to catch me looking, staring, and leering at her naked cunt, I spent more time staring at my mother's naked pussy than I did watching TV. Every time she flashed me her naked pussy, that night and the next morning, I masturbated over seeing my mother's naked pussy in the bright light of the television.

I imagined cupping her naked pussy in the palm of my hand. I imagined fingering her warm and wet pussy with my long, stiff fingers. I imagined rubbing her clit while fingerfucking her pussy. I imagined eating my mother's cunt, making love to her cunt, and fucking her cunt. I imagined giving her multiple, sexual orgasm with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock. I imagined my mother screaming out my name with every sexual orgasm that I gave her.

'Robert! Oh, my God, Robert! Don't stop. Please don't stop. I'm cumming. I'm cumming, Robert. Mommy is cumming. Fuck me faster. Fuck me harder. I'm almost there,' I imagined my mother saying while I fucked her faster and harder. 'Don't stop fucking me. Please don't stop fucking me.'

Alas, it was nothing more than a sexual fantasy.

'Nevertheless, I wish I could have my wicked, sexual way with my mother's bushy, brown pussy,' I thought. 'I wish she'd stroke me. I wish she'd give me a hand job. I wish she'd suck me. I wish she'd give me a blowjob, allow me to cum in her mouth. I wished she'd allow me to cum all over her face and across her naked tits,' I thought.

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As if deliberately, sexually teasing me, always leaning lower and longer over me, she routinely flashed me down-blouse views of her long line of sexy cleavage, the tops of her jiggling breasts, and her low-cut bra. Every time she gave me a view of her bra clad breasts, I masturbated over the imagined thoughts of feeling my mother's breasts while making out with her. I imagined lifting her bra and exposing her naked breasts to my leering eyes and horny hands. I imagined touching and feeling her naked tits while fingering and sucking her erect nipples.

'Mom,' I imagined saying to her while feeling her naked breasts. 'I love your big tits. They're so shapely. They're so firm.'

Something I wished I could say to her was something that I'd never say to her. Forget about feeling her naked breasts, other than down-nightgown views of her tits, sadly and unfortunately, I'd never see her naked breasts. Yet, with her deliberately or unintentionally flashing down-nightgown views of her naked breasts, at least she continued giving me something to masturbate over while imagining her topless.

Every morning when serving me breakfast and every evening when serving me wine, she flashed me down-nightgown views of her naked breasts. Whether pouring me coffee or serving me wine, again, as if she was intentionally flashing me, she'd lean longer and lower over me than necessary. Her low-cut nightgown top opened wider with her leaning forward longer. I stared down her nightgown top at her big, naked breasts as if I had never seen naked breasts before.

'These are my mother's tits. Something that I've never seen before, after masturbating over the thoughts of seeing them, touching them, and feeling them for years, I'm finally seeing my mother's naked breasts every morning and every evening,' I thought.

Trying not to be caught staring, I continued staring at all that I could see of her beautiful breasts. There's just something about tits that sexually excites me, especially my mother's tits. I can't get enough of seeing tits, especially big, naked tits and my mother has magnificent breasts. I only wished that I could touch them, feel them, fondle them, grope them, and suck them.

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'My mother has such big and shapely tits,' I thought. 'I love her big, erect nipples. I wish I could touch and feel her naked breasts while fingering and sucking her erect nipples. I wish I could hump her long line of sexy, naked cleavage with my naked cock. I wish I could cum all over her tits while she was sleeping. Only, how would I explain gobs of cum all over my mother's tits?'

If I dared to unbuttoned my mother's nightgown to see her naked breasts while she was asleep and ejaculated over her big tits while she was sleeping, I could only imagine what my mother would say.

'Robert? Why do I have cum on my tits,' I imagined my mother asking me? 'Do you know anything about that? Were you in my room last night? Did you masturbate on my tits?' I imagined her scooping up cum with her fingers and smelling it before tasting it and staring up at me. 'Did you cum on my tits?'

Not knowing what to say when in a bad situation and put on the spot, I tried to think of something that was logical and made sense.

'I heard you screaming in your sleep, Mother. You were calling my name,' I imagined saying. 'You must have been having a nightmare. I walked to your room to see if you were okay. When I saw that you were sleeping with your nightgown top unbuttoned and saw your naked breasts, my erect prick emerged from my pee hole. Unable to control myself, and with my cock having a mind of its own, I prematurely ejaculated cum all over your naked breasts. Sorry Mom,' I imagined apologizing. 'It was an accident.'

I imagined her looking at me with a face full of disbelief and skepticism.

'Accident my ass,' I imagined her saying. 'It's a good thing that my mouth wasn't open. Otherwise, you would have ejaculated in my mouth. You'd tell me that you tripped and fell and your erect, naked prick landed in my mouth,' I imagined her saying. 'Then, every time you tried to regain your balance, you fell forward again and again while humping my open mouth with your prick.'

She gave me an idea of something to try tonight. Maybe, her was suggesting that I hump her open mouth while she was sleeping was something that she wanted me to do. Maybe, she wanted me to cum in her mouth.

She made me hot and horny just thinking about tripping and accidentally impaling her open mouth over and again with my cock until I ejaculated a load of cum in her mouth. Whether she was sleeping or awake, I'd love to cum in my mother's mouth. I'd love to cum all over her face and across her naked tits.

'It could happen,' I thought while not realistically believing that it ever would.

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A total understatement, her continued flashes made me uncomfortable. Yet, I couldn't tell if her flashes were unintentional or deliberate. Not that I was embarrassed or ashamed to be flashed by my mother and to be sexually attracted to her, but she made me horny and sexually frustrated. She sexually excited me in sexually perverse way, and with nothing to do with my misplaced, sexual feelings, other than masturbating myself, I continued to feel sexually frustrated while my mother continued flashing me and sexually teasing me.

I moved out of my mother's house because she made me want to push her back on the sofa, strip off her clothes, and have my wicked, sexual way with her beautiful, naked body. Every time she flashed me and/or sexually teased me, whether deliberately or accidentally, she made me want to stick my erect prick in her mouth. I'd love nothing more than to receive a blowjob from my MILF of a mother. I'd love to cum in her beautiful mouth. I'd love to cum all over her pretty face and give her a cum bath.

I couldn't help but wonder what my mother would do if I stripped her naked. Would she allow me to strip her naked or would she resist me? If I stripped her naked in the morning, I imagined removing her blouse, her bra, her short skirt, and her panties. If I stripped her naked in the evening, I imagined lifting her nightgown over her head and off. No matter the time of day, how hot would it be to see my mother naked, totally naked?

Yet, no matter if I was able to control myself or not, I wondered what she'd do if I touched and felt her naked body everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his mother? Would she allow me to touch her and feel her or would she pull away from me in anger, embarrassment, and shame? If I sexually aroused her, would she touch and feel me, too? Would she have incestuous sex with me? Unless I made my sexual move, I'll never know if my mother sexually wanted me as much as I sexually want her.

Something that I masturbated over doing, I couldn't help but wonder what my mother would do if I stuck my erect prick in her mouth while she was sleeping. Would she blow me in her sleep or would she awaken in anger? Whatever her reaction, I imagined ejaculating in my mother's open mouth. Only, how would I possibly explain cumming in my mother's mouth?

'Robert,' I imagined my mother asking? 'Were you in my room again last night while I was sleeping?' I imagined her looking up at me before looking at the erect bulge in my pajama bottoms. 'Did I give you a sleeping blowjob? Did you cum in my mouth?'

Again, while trying to think of logical explanation why I ejaculated in my mother's mouth, I said what I thought made the most sense.

'Sorry, Mom,' I imagined saying. 'I heard you calling me. When I went to your room to check on you, your room was so dark and I couldn't see you until I was right up against you. Not wanting to turn on a light to awaken you, I tripped. Trying to stop myself from falling my erect cock landed in your open mouth. When I tried to regain my balance, I fell again and again. Then, as if you were blowing me, my prick was in and out of your mouth over and again.'

'A sexual fantasy, I wondered what my mother would do if I pressured her to blow me,' I thought. 'Would she welcome me finally making my sexual move or would she be ashamed, embarrassed, and humiliated that I stripped her naked and stuck my erect prick in her mouth? Even if she did blow me, would she allow me to cum in her mouth and all over her face? Would she swallow my cum or would she spit it out in a tissue?'

While masturbating myself over and again, I imagined stripping my mother naked. I imagined my mother blowing me. I imagined finally cumming in her mouth.

'Suck it, Mom. Suck it. Suck my cock. Blow me. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth,' I imagined saying to her while imagining her sucking my cock while I masturbated myself. 'I need to cum all over your pretty face and across your naked breasts.'

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Every morning and every evening, the same thing. I masturbated over my mother while imagining her naked and having sex with me. I masturbated over the imagined thoughts of her stroking me, blowing me, and allowing me to cum in her beautiful mouth. I masturbated over the thoughts of her making love to me and me fucking her. I only wished I could have sex with my mother.

I masturbated over the imagined thoughts of me fingering her pussy while licking her cunt. I masturbated over the imagined thoughts of me masturbating my mother and giving her a sexual orgasm with my fingers. I masturbated over the imagined thoughts of me making love to her before fucking her. I masturbated over the imagined thoughts of giving my mother multiple orgasm with my fingers, my cock, and my tongue. If only she'd have sex with me, I'd definitely have sex with her. Alas, resigning myself to the fact that she never would have sex with me, I knew that my mother would never give me what I sexually wanted her to give me.

Every morning the same thing. Every morning, not knowing if she deliberately flashed me or unintentionally flashed me, she sexually teased me. Every morning, whether deliberate or unintentional, she flashed me her naked breasts. Every morning she wore the same, sexually, inappropriate outfits, a short, sheer, low-cut nightgown, while exposing her naked tits to me. Every morning, I'd have an erection over my MILF of a mother while wishing that I could touch her, feel her, and have forbidden sex with her.

Acting totally innocent, sometimes, especially when she was hot, she'd sit at the breakfast table while wearing a thin, sheer, and sexy robe that had no buttons, just a tie at the waist. With the robe so very transparent, especially under the bright light of the kitchen, I could clearly see the shape and the size of her naked breasts along with the impressions that her big, erect nipples made in her robe. As if I was willing her to exposed her naked breasts to me, with her every movement while eating and drinking her coffee, her robe gradually opened wider.

Not only could I see my mother's long, sexy line of sexy, naked cleavage but also, I could see most of her naked breasts. Then, by the time she was done eating and drinking her coffee, with her making no attempt to close her robe, her robe was completely wide open. Her naked breasts and her erect nipples were totally exposed and on full display to my horny eyes.

Unable to stop myself from looking, staring actually, as if hypnotized and mesmerized by mother's naked tits, I stared at my mother's naked breasts as if I had never seen naked breasts before. Something that I had never seen before until recently, I couldn't believe I was finally seeing my mother's naked tits. So shapely and seemingly so firm, she had such beautiful breasts.

With me staring at all that I could see of her naked tits, didn't she know that I could see her naked breasts? Didn't she know that she was exposed? How could she not know that her tits were uncovered? I couldn't believe she's not embarrassed enough to close her robe? Was she deliberately flashing me her naked tits? If she was, I couldn't believe that she's deliberately flashing me her naked breasts.

'Wow,' I thought.

Unable to remove my horny eyes from her naked breasts, her symmetrical areolas, and her erect nipples, I continue staring at her big tits while trying not to allow my mother to catch me staring. Making me crazy with incestuous, lustful desire, I wanted to touch my mother's naked tits. I wanted to feel and fondle her naked tits. I wanted to pull, turn, and twist her erect nipples while she stroked my erect prick.

'How could she not know her tits are totally uncovered, I wondered? 'Her robe is wide open. Doesn't she feel a draft? Doesn't she know that I can see her naked tits? Doesn't she care that I can see her naked breasts? Is she sexually teasing me by deliberately exposing her naked breasts to me? Is she waiting for me and expecting me to make the next sexual move by touching and feeling her tits?'

Only, I didn't dare to touch and feel her naked tits. I didn't want her to think less of me. I didn't want her to know that I sexually wanted her, especially if she didn't want me. A game that we needed to continue to play, I needed to bide my time to make my sexual move.

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Seemingly, a game that she enjoyed playing, when she caught me staring at her tits, as if looking to see what I was seeing, she looked down at herself before looking up at me. Then, she gave me a sexy look and a naughty smile. Clearly, she knew that her breasts were exposed. Clearly, testing the incestuous water, she sexually teased me by deliberately exposing herself to me. After I got a good, long look of my mother's naked breasts, as if it was my fault, she'd close her robe and admonish me for looking, staring, and gawking.

"You shouldn't be staring at your mother's breasts, Robert," she said making a face and rolling her eyes. "You embarrassed me. You made me feel uncomfortable. If I can't feel comfortable around my own son and in my own house without being leered at and lusted over, then I did something wrong in raising you not to be a gentleman but a pervert."

Now, realizing that her flashing wasn't deliberate but unintentional, I felt myself turning red. Embarrassed, I felt ashamed and guilty for sexually staring at my mother's naked tits. How dare I ogle my mother's naked breasts? What's wrong with me? Clearly, it was an accident that she was exposed. She didn't know that her breasts were uncovered and on display. What's wrong with me for staring at my mother's naked tits and sexually lusting over my own mother?

"Sorry, Mom," I said. "I couldn't help myself from looking. With me not having a woman in my life after I broke up with my girlfriend, I've been so very horny lately," I said. "Please forgive me."

Yet, with her still not closing her robe to cover her naked breasts, I continued staring at my mother's tits until she put them away. Still not removing my eyes from the impressions of my mother's breasts, even after she closed her robe, I took another long look at my mother's big tits and erect nipples through her sheer and sexy robe. Tits were my weakness. I loved tits, especially my mother's tits. I loved tits especially big tits and my mother had big and shapely ones.

Breasts are my favorite women's body parts of choice. With her having at least a large C cup, she may even have a small D cup. I tried to defend my perversely perverted actions by explaining my motives behind staring at my mother's beautiful, naked breasts. Only, digging myself a deeper hole, I knew she wouldn't believe me. I knew she wouldn't understand my sexual attraction to her.