Losing the House but Winning Mom 06

"You may touch my nipples Michael. It's been a long time since anyone has fingered my nipples. I like having my nipples fingered," she said.

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So much to process in such a short period of time, he couldn't believe he saw his mother in her bra and panty. He couldn't believe he saw his mother topless. He couldn't believe he saw his mother naked. He couldn't believe she saw him naked. Now, as if he was dreaming or sexually fantasizing the whole thing, he couldn't believe he was in bed naked with his naked mother. With his life being flushed down the toilet after losing the house, his spirit was suddenly renewed with winning the sexually intimate affections of his mother.

Just as he couldn't believe she put his hand on her breast, he couldn't believe that she now wants him to finger her nipples. Not wanting to disappoint his mother, he never wanted to disappoint his mother. Giving her what she wanted as much as what he wanted too, he reached out his fingers to take hold of her nipple, first one and then the other.

He pulled her nipples. He turned her nipples. He twisted her nipples. He did everything to her nipples but to suck her nipples. He so wanted to suck her nipples while rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy. He couldn't wait to suck his mother's nipples in the way that he did when he was a baby.

Going from holding her, to hugging her, to cuddling her, to spooning her, and to dry humping her naked body, now he was sexually touching her. His sexual fantasy come true, he was sexually touching and incestuously feeling his mother's naked body. If being in bed naked with his naked mother wasn't incestuously sexual, than he didn't know what was. If fingering her nipples wasn't sexual than he didn't know what was. If fingering her nipples wasn't incestuous than he didn't know what was. The more that he abused her nipples with his fingers, the more she seemed to enjoy him abusing her nipples while fingering, pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples.

"You're nipples are so big and so hard Mom," he said fingering her nipples, pulling her nipples, and turning and twisting her nipples.

She held his hand in her hand while directing his fingers over her nipples. He felt and fondled her firm, albeit soft breasts while fingering her hard, erect nipples. Becoming more brazen with fingering her nipples, he pulled them out even more.

She had big nipples and he wished he could suck his mother's nipples while fingering her pussy as she stroked his cock. He wished he could take his mother's nipples in his mouth and nibble on her nipples. He wished he could bite his mother's nipples but not too hard. With one sexual thing leading to another sexual thing, no matter what he did to his mother's naked body, it was never enough. Always he wanted more.

It wasn't enough that he was in bed naked with his naked mother and with his cock pressed up against her ass while he felt her tits and fingered her nipples, now he wished for more. Instead of just holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, spooning her, and dry humping her, he wanted to make love to her. He wanted to fuck her. He wanted to fuck his mother. If it wasn't shocking enough that she wanted him to touch her as if she was his lover instead of his mother, she shocked him even more when she asked her next question.

"May I touch you, too?"

Without waiting for him to respond, she lowered her hand down and touched his cock with her manicured fingertips before wrapping her fingers around his stiff prick. His mother not only touched his cock but also she was holding his cock in her hand. He couldn't believe his prick was in his mother's hand.

As if it belonged there, his cock felt so good in her hand. He needed to wrap his brain around him feeling her tits and fingering her nipples while she held his stiff prick in her hand. If it wasn't enough that his mother put his hand on her breasts and allowed him to finger her nipples, he couldn't believe she was now holding his erect prick in her hand.

"Yes," he whispered after the fact in answer to her asking if she could touch him.

Her hand was so warm and so soft. After knowing what it now felt like to have his mother's fingers wrapped around his stiff prick, he wouldn't want any other woman holding his cock in her hand. He held his breath while his mother ever so slowly stroked him. He couldn't believe his mother was masturbating him in the way he wished he could masturbate her. If this wasn't sexual, his mother holding his stiff prick in her hand, then he didn't know what was. If this wasn't incestuous, his mother slowly stroking his cock, then he didn't know what was.

"You have a much bigger cock than your father. You cock is not only thicker but also it's longer too," she said exploring the head of his engorged prick with her fingers while staring down at his erect prick in the way he stared at her naked body. "It's been a long time since I've held a man's penis in my hand. Your prick feels so good in my hand Michael," she said looking up at him to make eye contact with him. "I hope you don't think badly of me but would you mind if I stroked you?"

Again, she asked him the question after she already started stroking him.

'Do I mind if my mother strokes me? His mother wants to stroke his cock. He couldn't believe his mother asked him if she could stroke his cock. Hmm, let me think about that for one second. Well...okay,' he thought a split second later while laughing to himself.

He looked down at his mother holding his cock with her fingers wrapped around his stiff prick.

"Please. I want you to stroke me Mom. I'd love for you to stroke my cock," he said while she slowly stroked her son's cock. "Mom, that feels so could," he said stealthily humped her hand with his hips. "Please don't stop."

Holding him in her hand with more pressure, she stroked him a little faster. Never had he had a harder erection. Never had he been as sexually aroused. If she continued stroking him in this way, he'd cum all over her hand. Then, she said the words that shocked him.

"I hope I'm not embarrassing myself or embarrassing you but would you like me to masturbate you, Michael? Would you like for me to relieve some of your stress? I don't mind. Really I don't. I'd like to masturbate you, if you'd allow me to masturbate you," she said.

He looked down at her while she looked up at him.

'His mother wants to masturbate him. He couldn't believe his mother wants to masturbate him.'

More than any sexual fantasy he could have or his next door neighbor, hot Helen masturbating him, he'd love for his mother to masturbate him. More than the sexual fantasy he used to have of the school nurse masturbating him, he'd much prefer his mother masturbating him. More than the sexual fantasy he used to have of his teacher, his aunt Kathy, his mother's hot sister, of his sexual fantasy of Scarlet Johansson or Katy Perry masturbating him, he'd much rather want his mother to masturbate him.

"I'd love for you to masturbate me, Mom," he said staring down at his cock being held in her hand.

As if telling him that he was in good hands, she gave him a sexy, loving smile.

"I used to enjoy masturbating your father. I used to enjoy watching him cum. Ejaculating a man gave me a sensation of sexual accomplishment, something that I haven't had in a very long time."

'Huh? What? What did she just say? He still didn't believe all that he heard. Did he just hear his mother correctly? Did she just ask him if he wanted her to masturbate him? Did she just as him if he wanted her to relieve some of his stress?'

He couldn't believe how fast having sex with his mother materialized. His dream come true, his sexual fantasy realized, his mother giving him sex was now his reality. He couldn't believe his mother was not only holding his cock in her hand but also was stroking him and masturbating him. His mother was willingly jerking him off and wanting to make him cum.

'Fuck me. I don't believe this,' he said to himself.

"God, yes, Mom," he said again in case she didn't hear him the first time. "I'd love for you to masturbate me. I'd love for you to relieve some of my stress," he said trying to control his sexual, incestuous excitement.

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Yet, even then with her masturbating him, he wanted more. Instead of just masturbating him, he'd rather she'd suck him. Instead of just sucking him, he'd rather she'd fuck him. Making herself more comfortable, she turned to lay on her back. Then, continuing to shock him, she said something that he'd never forget for the rest of his life.

"Touch me Michael," she said spreading her legs. "Rub my clit and finger my pussy. I want to you to masturbate me too. I want you to relieve some of my stress too. I want to cum too," she said pausing to look at him in the darkness.

Even though the room was dark, with the light that emanated from the partially open door of bathroom, he could see her face. With her biting her lip, she looked nervous. With her nipples at full erection and her quivering against him, she appeared sexually excited. He couldn't believe his mother was as sexually aroused as he was. He couldn't believe his mother was masturbating him. He couldn't believe his mother wanted him to masturbate her too.

Directing his fingers where to touch her, she took his hand in hers and moved it to her pussy. Chills took hold of his body as soon as his fingers touched his mother's pubic hair and then her pussy. She placed her fingers on his fingers while rubbing her clit and allowing him to finger her wet pussy. He couldn't believe the palm of his hand was touching his mother's brown, pubic hair. He couldn't believe his fingers were rubbing his mother's clit and were fingering her pussy.

She was so wet. She was so very wet. He couldn't believe how wet she was. He couldn't believe he was finger fucking his mother's cunt.

'Oh, my God,' he thought to himself. 'In the way of Charles Dickens A Tale of Two Cities, this is the worst day in my life after losing the house but this is the best day of my life after winning my mother.'

Obviously, just as he wanted to have sex with his mother, she wanted to have sex with him too. Something more unbelievable than just being in bed naked with his naked mother, was that she wanted him to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, and spoon her while he dry humped her. Something even more unbelievable than all of that was that his mother was touching him sexually, stroking him, and masturbating him. Something even more unbelievable than her masturbating him was that his mother wanted him not only to finger her nipples but also she wanted him to masturbate her too. His mother wanted him to relieve her stress too. Just as he wanted his mother to ejaculate him, his mother wanted him to make her cum too.

'God, my life can't get any better than this.'

"Oh, Mom, I love you so much," he said.

She leaned her body up to whisper her forbidden words in his ear. If he wasn't wide awake, he would have thought that he had dreamt what she said to him next.

"If you make me cum," she said with a pause to look him in the eyes. "I'll suck you," she said breaking eye contact to kiss, lick, and blow in his ear while touching his lip with her finger in the way that he should be touching her lip with his finger. "If you give me an orgasm with your fingers, I'll give you an orgasm with my mouth."

'Oh, my God,' he thought to himself again.

His mother just offered to suck him. If he makes his mother cum, she'd blow him. His mother will willingly suck his prick. Playing it cool, he tried to respond without showing her just how sexually excited he was that his mother just offered to suck him. He'd love nothing more than to put a gentle hand behind his mother's pretty head while humping her mouth and fucking her face.

"I'd love for you to suck me, Mom," he said.

Continuing to sexually tease him, she whispered her words in his ear while licking and blowing in his ear. Continuing to incestuously entice him, while he masturbated her, she continued licking and blowing in his ear while slowly stroking his cock.

"Tell me," she said teasing him while running a slow finger of the head of his erect prick and continuing to blow in his ear. "Would you like to cum in my mouth?"

She ran a slow finger across his lips. When he did the same to her, she took his finger in her mouth and sucked it as if she was already sucking his cock.

"God yes," he said.

She ejected her finger to show him her open mouth and her tongue.

"Would you like me to swallow you?"

He looked at her with incestuous lust.

"God yes," he said again.

She directed his fingers with her fingers. Showing him where and how to touch her, he was rubbing his mother's clit while fingering her pussy. He couldn't believe he was touching her in such an incestuous way. He couldn't believe she was allowing him to rub her clit and finger her pussy. She was wet, so very wet and wetter than any woman he's ever touched has ever been. Yet, instead of fingering her and masturbating her, unable to control himself and stop himself from doing so, he mounted her.

In the way that he had mounted so many other women he had picked up in bars and in clubs in the past, he mounted his mother. With his erect cock positioned in between her legs, Michael mounted his mother. With them against the world, further bonding their mother and son relationship with incestuous sex, he needed to make love to his mother. He needed her to sexually feel how much he loved her. He needed to sexually feel how much she loved him. He needed to feel himself inside of her.

As soon as he mounted his mother, she reached her hand down, grabbed hold of his stiff prick, and inserted his erect cock in her pussy. With just a gentle hump, as if giving him reverse birth, he felt her warm wetness. With just another gentle hump, a sacred place where he was forbidden to go and where no son should ever go, he was fully inside of his mother's pussy. Finally, his hard, erect cock was inside of his mother's warm, wet pussy. Finally, he was making love to his mother.

"Make love to me, Michael," she said.

Being the obedient son that he was, humping her harder and humping her faster, he was making sweet love to his mother. His cock was inserted so deep in his mother's cunt that he could feel it hitting against something. As if it was the normal and the right thing to do, they kissed and kissed while making love. The first time kissing her, they finally kissed. They French kissed. Kissing and kissing her, his sexual dreams come true, he was making out with his mother while humping and humping her. He couldn't believe he was making out with his mother. He couldn't believe he was making love to his mother.

"Oh, Mom," he said.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and wrapped her legs around his lower back.

"Fuck me, Michael. Fuck me," she said.

She pulled her closer to him for his cock to slide deeper inside of her.

"Oh, God, Mom," was all that he could utter.

The harder and faster he humped her, the deeper his cock traveled inside of her. Throwing all caution to the wind, they made out as if they were indeed lovers instead of mother and son. Kissing and kissing while making love, they didn't stop kissing until Michael started fucking his mother, really pounding his mother's pussy. Humping her harder and humping her faster, he fucked his mother in the way he had never fucked any woman before. Humping her harder and humping her faster, ready to blow his load inside of his mother, while inherently knowing that he shouldn't ejaculate inside of her, he stopped himself from cumming inside of her his mother's pussy.

"Don't cum inside of me, Michael. I can still get pregnant," she said to reinforce his already made decision not to cum in his mother. "Okay?"

He gazed in her big, green, beautiful eyes while giving her a light peck on the lips.

"Okay," he said.

As if she wanted him to cum inside of her and as if she wanted him to give her a baby, she gave him a nervous smile. Her nervous smile suddenly made him feel that he was doing something so wrong and that was expressly forbidden by the law and by the church. Yet, he didn't care. He was in love with his mother and obviously she was in love with him.

He didn't understand what was wrong with the love felt between a mother and her son. Besides, what they did behind a closed, motel room door was no one's business. Moreover, unable to think clearly now, all he could think about was giving his mother an orgasm so that she'd suck him. Instead of cumming in his mother's pussy now all that he could think about was cumming in his mother's mouth and her swallowing his cum.

"The last thing we need now is for you to give me a baby," she said with a laugh. "We can barely support ourselves now. When you're ready to cum, pull out and I'll suck you," she said. "When you're ready to cum, you may cum in my mouth."

She stared at him and he stared at her. It didn't take him much longer to be ready.

"I'm ready Mom," he said.

She humped him again and again before having him pull out of her.

"Oh my God, Michael, you're going to make me cum. I'm ready too," she said pushing on his ass for his cock to slide in her deeper just one more time.

Breathing heavily in his ear while stiffening her legs and arching her back, she had a silent orgasm.

"I love you, Mom," he said again.

Wishing he could stay inside of her longer, wishing he could hump her harder, faster, and cum inside of her, afraid he ejaculate in his mother's pussy, he move from on top of her to fall beside her.

"I love you too, Michael," said Jennifer giving her son a deep, wet kiss.

She looked at him while touching the side of his face.

"That was great," he said ready for his mother to blow him.

She ran her hand down his chest and to his still erect prick. His sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't believe he made love to his mother before fucking his mother.

"Oh, Michael. If I was home, I'd scream but I don't want anyone to know we had sex," she said kissing him and kissing him. "You gave me an orgasm, my first orgasm during intercourse. It's been a long time since a man gave me an orgasm. Normally the only way I get off is if someone plays with my clit while eating me," she said moving him off of her.

She gave him a long, sexy look while stroking his penis.

"I love you, Mom.

She moved up to him to whisper her words in his ear.

"I love you too Michael," she said pausing to take his cock in her hand again. She ran her finger across the head of his cock and stroked for a minute him to make him harder. "Now, may I suck you now?"

She slowly stroked him while waiting for him to respond.

"Yes," he said.

Continuing to tease him, she asked him her next question.

"Just so there's no misunderstanding," she said with a laugh. "Would you like for me to blow you?"

He laughed with her.

"Yes. God yes, Mom," he said. "Please blow me."

Continuing to tease him.

"Just one more question," she said teasing him. "Would you like to cum in my mouth?"

He looked at her with sexual excitement.

"Oh, God yes, Mom. I'd love to cum in your mouth," he said sliding a slow finger across her full lips before kissing her and parting her lips with his tongue. "I need to cum in your mouth."

She slid her body down the bed and took his cock in her hand before taking his stiff prick in her mouth. Kissing and kissing his cock, she played with the head of his cock with her warm, wet tongue. He stared down at his mother with his brown eyes while she stared up at him with her green eyes. His mother was blowing him. He couldn't believe his mother was blowing him. With her looking up at him with his hard, hairy prick buried in her mouth, she gave him an image he'd never forget.