Mother and Son Incest, Swing Club Ch. 01

Parading around him as if she was fully dressed when, instead, she was practically naked, he wondered if she was deliberately, sexually teasing him. He wondered if she was deliberately flashing him. Not too embarrassed to look, he couldn't believe his beautiful mother was unaware of all that she was showing him of her sexy and shapely body.

If nothing more than masturbation material for later, he stared at all that she was showing and at all that he was seeing of her while hoping to see more and hoping she didn't catch him leering. Obviously, with her comfortable in her own home, he wondered if she knew how much she was showing him and how much he was seeing of her. Figuring her flashes were accidental, maybe she didn't care.

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Every day was a spectacle of her exhibitionism and his voyeurism. Every day she flashed him her panties in up-skirt peeks and her bra and cleavage in down-blouse views. Every day she flashed him her naked pussy in up-nightgown peeks and her naked breasts in down-nightgown views. Every day he sexually lusted over his mother. Every day, his mother made him horny by showing him something that he shouldn't see. Every day, multiple times a day, he masturbated over his mother while imagining her naked and having sex with her.

Now, instead of looking away, whenever she sat across from him while wearing a short skirt and crossed and uncrossed her long, sexy legs, he stared at the white, triangular flash of her panties. Then, when she sat with her knees parted enough for him to see what he wanted to see, he stared at her pussy slit, her camel toe, and the dark shadow of her pubic hair. His mother's panties, he couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's panties. His mother's panty clad pussy, he couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's panty clad pussy.

Whenever she sat across from him when wearing her short nightgown with her knees parted enough for him to see all that he hoped to see of her, ala Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct, he leered at her naked pussy. His mother's naked pussy, he couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's naked cunt. Never did he ever think he'd ever see his mother's naked pussy. Never did he think he'd ever masturbate over imagining his mother naked and having sex with her as much as he had been.

Whenever she accidentally or inadvertently showed him what he shouldn't see of her panties or of her naked pussy, after the show was over, he retired to his bedroom to masturbate over all that he saw of his mother. With her panties and/or her pussy still fresh in his mind, he'd fondle his cock while stroking his prick. Something he never did before but did multiple times a day, every day, now, he masturbated while thinking of his mother naked and having incestuous sex with her.

While stroking his cock, something he thought he'd never do, he imagined touching, feeling, and fondling her naked breasts while sucking her erect nipples. He imagined fingering his mother's cunt while feeling and fondling her naked breasts. He imagined licking her pussy while fingering his mother where a son should never lick and/or finger their mother. He imagined making love to his mother before fucking her hard and fast. He imagined giving her multiple, sexual orgasms with his fingers, with his tongue, and with his cock.

"I love you, Mom," he said when alone in his room and while masturbating himself. "I want you."

Whenever she served him breakfast while wearing her low-cut, sheer, and sexy nightgown, she leaned in front of him longer and lower than need be. Taking the sexual hint, he stared down at all he can see of her naked breasts, her symmetrical areolas, and her erect nipples. He wished he had the audacity to stick his horny hand down inside the top of his mother's nightgown. He wished he dared to fondle her big, naked breasts while fingering her erect nipples.

Whenever she served him coffee or a cocktail, she leaned in front of him longer and lower than need be. Again, taking the sexual hint, he stared down her low-cut blouse at her bra clad breasts and her long, sexy line of cleavage. He wished he had the audacity to stick his horny hand down inside the top of his mother's low-cut blouse. He wished he dared to fondle her breasts through her exposed bra while fingering her erect nipples.

Whenever she unknowing showed him something he shouldn't see of her naked breasts, bra, and/or cleavage, he'd retired to his bedroom later to masturbate over all that he saw of his mother. Suffice to write, with her driving him crazy by continually flashing him, he was always masturbating. Continuing cumming over imagining his mother naked, he imagined what it would feel like to have incestuous sex with her.

In the way that he imagined fingering, licking, and fucking his mother's pussy, he imagined touching, feeling, and fondling her big tits. He imagined fingering her erect nipples while sucking her erect nipples. In the way that he imagined having his wicked, sexual with his mother's naked breasts, he imagined his mother having her wicked, sexual way with his erect, naked prick.

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In the way that his friends masturbated over their mothers and over his mother, he never thought he'd ever masturbate over his mother and/or over his friends' mothers. He never thought he'd be sexually attracted to his mother and/or to his friends' mothers until, one day, when his mother forgot to turn off her computer and left for work. Not needing her password, while hoping his father had taken some sexy photos of his mother in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked, he saw her sexy, X-rated pictures. He saw all that he had hoped to see of his mother's sexy and shapely body.

'Wow,' he thought while scrolling through dozens of photos of his mother in her sexy bikinis, nightgowns, bra and panties, topless, and naked.

Not believing what he was seeing, if it wasn't enough that he saw all that he had hoped to see of his mother's beautiful body, he saw photos that her mother had taken of her friends, his friends' mothers, too. All the women were in their bikinis, topless, and/or naked. He saw his best friend, Larry's mother, Brianna, practically naked. Tall, shapely thin, and blonde with a beautiful body, she had a great ass. He saw his friend, Anthony's mother, Gina, topless. A beautiful redhead, she had gorgeous D cup breasts that he'd love to touch, feel, fondle, and suck.

If he had to pick three women who he'd love to have sex with, other than Christina Hendricks, Sofia Vergara, and Scarlett Johansson, he'd love to have sex with his mother, Brianna, and Gina. Now, if he wasn't masturbating enough when recalling flashes of his mother's panties, bra and cleavage, naked pussy and tits, he had even more to masturbate over. Only, in the way he had sexy photos of his friends' mothers, he wondered if his friends had sexy photos of his mother. If they did, that would explain their sexual attraction for his mother in the way that he was now sexually attracted to their mothers.

Boy was he surprised, not only had his father taken photos of his mother in her bra and panties, topless, and naked but also, he had taken a video of her having sex with his best friend, Bob. He couldn't believe he was watching his mother having sex with Uncle Bob, not really his uncle but what he called him since he was a child. Jason watched his father's best friend finger, lick and fuck his mother. Never thinking his mother sucked cock, he watched his mother stroke, suck, and fuck Bob while his father watched and filmed them.

He watched Bob make out with his mother while feeling her through her clothes. Something he wished he could do, he watched him slowly strip his mother naked while touching and feeling her in all the places where he wanted to touch and feel his mother. He watched his father's friend feel her naked tits and finger her erect nipples. Jason watched Bob suck his mother's nipples while she stroked his cock. He watched his father's, best friend fuck his mother and his mother suck him. He watched Bob cum in his mother's mouth.

"I love the taste of cum," said his mother on camera while licking Bob's cock clean.

'I can't believe what I'm seeing,' thought Jason while watching his mother swallowing Bob's cum. 'My mother is a cocksucking whore.'

His mother smiled up at Bob and up at the camera while stoking, sucking, and licking his cock clean, and kissing his erect prick. Bob continued fondling his mother's breasts while fingering her nipples. Then, lifting her up to him, he kissed her. He French kissed his mother and she returned his French kiss with her French kiss.

'Wow,' he thought.

Just as he had no idea how many times he had watched that video of his mother having sex with his father's, best friend, he had no idea how many times he masturbated over that video. Obviously, his mother wasn't the innocent and morally modest woman that he thought she was. Obviously, something he never knew, never even thought about, and/or suspected, his mother loved sucking cock.

'My Mom is a cocksucker. She loves the taste of cum,' he thought. 'Are you kidding me? I don't believe this. I can't believe my Mom had sex with Bob. I can't believe she sucked him and fucked him. I can't believe she allowed him to cum in her mouth,' he thought.

Continuing to watch the video of his mother with Bob, he couldn't believe his eyes.

'I'd love to touch and feel my mother's naked body. I'd love for my mother to suck my cock. I'd love to cum in my mother's mouth and watch her swallow while staring up at me in the way she stared up at Uncle Bob with his cock in her mouth.'

Now, something he never suspected before, sexually excited by the thought of it, he suspected now. Not thinking she was capable of having sex with his father's, best friend before, he suspected that she was capable of such a thing now. If she had sex with Bob, what else would she sexually do?

Now, he wondered if his mother had deliberately flashed him her panties in up-skirt peeks. He wondered if his mother had deliberately flashed him her naked pussy in up-nightgown views. He wondered if his mother had deliberately flashed him her bra and cleavage in down-blouse peeks. He wondered if his mother had deliberately flash him her naked breasts, symmetrical areolas, and erect nipples in down-nightgown views.

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Horny enough to do so, while wondering what her reaction would be to seeing his naked prick, Jason returned the incestuous, sexual, flashing favor. While wearing a t-shirt and pajama bottoms without wearing underwear, he flashed his mother his naked cock more than once, numerous times. Dangling in plain sight by the side of her face for her to see out of the corner of her eye, he flashed her his naked prick when standing beside her. He flashed her his naked, erect prick whenever it emerged from his pajama pee hole while he was serving her hot coffee.

With her hand so close to his naked prick, he wished she'd touch him. In the way that he'd love to fondle her big tits, he wished she'd fondle his prick before stroking his prick. With her mouth so close to his naked prick, in the way she had done with Uncle Bob, he wished she'd suck him. He'd love nothing more than for his mother to blow him. He'd love nothing more than to cum in her mouth, his mother's mouth. Knowing that she was interested, he saw her look and then look away.

He flashed his mother his naked cock when he had a huge erection and they were sitting on the couch cuddling while watching a movie. Allowing her to catch him masturbating, he deliberately flashed her his naked prick when she carried up his clean laundry and opened his bedroom door without knocking. Hoping she'd stay to watch him stroke himself and cum, she left his room but not until she got a good, long look at his naked prick. In the way that he leered at her naked tits and naked pussy, like mother like son, she leered at his naked prick.

Always walking around her with an erection while only wearing pajama bottoms without underwear, as easy as it was for her to flash him, it was easy for him to flash her. With her acting as if she wasn't aware that she was exposed, he pretended that he was unaware that his cock had popped out of his pajama bottom pee hole. If nothing more than masturbation material to jerkoff over later, exhibitionism and voyeurism was obviously a game they both enjoyed playing.

He loved showing his mother his naked prick as much as he loved seeing his mother's naked tits and pussy. He loved showing his mother his naked prick as much as he suspected she loved seeing his naked prick. He loved showing his mother his naked prick as much as he suspected she loved showing him her panties, her naked pussy, her bra and cleavage, and her naked tits.

His favorite time together was snuggling on the couch while watching a movie with his mother. With her resting her opened hand or the side of her head on his cock through his pajama bottoms, he held and cupped her breasts through her sheer nightgown, first one and then the other. Just as he couldn't believe she was touching his naked prick through his pajama bottoms, he couldn't believe she allowed him to cup and hold her naked breasts through her nightgown.

In the way his cock was hard, her breasts were firm. In the way that he wanted her to touch him, fondle him, and stroke him, he wanted to touch, feel, and fondle her big tits. He wanted to finger and suck her erect nipples. In the way she stroked and sucked Uncle Bob before allowing him to cum in her mouth, he wanted her to stroke him, suck him, and allow him to cum in her mouth.

'I love you, Mom,' he thought whenever masturbating over the imagined thoughts of her naked and having sex with him. "I want you."

Yet, just as she didn't dare move her hand, he didn't dare move his hand either. Seemingly by just touching while not feeling, fondling, and stroking his erect prick, technically, she wasn't having sex with him. By him not feeling, fondling, and fingering the nipples her big tits, technically, he wasn't having sex with her either. A mother merely touching her son and a son merely touching his mother, by just touching and not feeling, fondling, fingering, stroking, and sucking, they weren't crossing the forbidden incestuous line.

Yet, as soon as his mother's hand touched his pajama clad cock, he had an erection. Seemingly, acting as if she was unaware that his prick grew big and hard, unembarrassed and unashamed, she left her hand there. Unable to help himself while hoping she'd take the hint, stick her hand inside of his pajamas, and wrap her manicured fingers around his stiff prick, he deliberately throbbed and purposely pulsated his cock against his mother's open hand. Tempting her and sexually teasing her, while wishing she'd masturbate him, he wanted her to know that she had given him an erection.

Yet, something as telling as it was sexually exciting, as soon as he developed an erection, his mother's nipples grew erect and hard. Obviously, she was either cold or was as sexually aroused as he was hot and sexually excited. Not daring to move his hand, he wished he could finger her erect nipples. He wished he could suck her erect nipples. With her head resting in his lap and her beautiful mouth only inches away from his stiff prick, wishing she'd blow him, he wished he could cum in his mother's mouth, all over her face, and across her naked tits.

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As if it never happened, they never spoke of all that they sexually did. Continuing to touch, feel, and flash one another, they continued sexually teasing one another without discussing it. In the way that his mother allowed him to cup and touch her breast through her skimpy nightgown while watching a movie, he continued allowing her to touch his cock through his pajama bottoms. Then, when the movie was over, he'd return to his room with a huge erection to masturbate himself.

More than once, he heard his mother masturbating too. Wondering if she could hear him masturbating or feel the vibration of him masturbating, with him wanting her to hear and/or feel him masturbating, it was such a turn on to masturbate when his mother was in such close proximity. He wondered if she was masturbating over him in the way that he was masturbating over her. Deciding to allow her to know that he was masturbating over her in the way that he hoped she was masturbating over him, he started calling her name.

"Oh, Mom, I want you. I need you. I love you, Mom. I want to strip you naked and touch and feel you everywhere," he said loud enough for her to hear through his bedroom door and through her bedroom door while he stroked his cock faster and harder. "Fuck me, Mom. Fuck me. Blow me, Mom. Blow me. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth."

Yet, not wanting to ruin a good thing by pressuring his mother for sex, careful of all he said and did, he'd love nothing more than to barge in her bedroom and offer her his finger, his tongue, and/or his cock. Only, wanting to see how far he'd sexually get with his mother by going slow and allowing her to take the lead, he didn't dare solicit her for sex. Waiting to see what would happen next, he waited to see if she'd make the next incestuous move. Instead of acting by reacting, he'd wait to see how this would progress.

Then, a lucky break and a stroke of luck for him, whenever she had a migraine, about once a month, Jennifer, took a sleeping pill and wore one of those sleep blindfolds over her eyes. Out for the night, dead to the world, and totally unconscious, whenever she took a sleeping pill, Jason waited and listened for the sound of her snoring before silently and stealthily entering her bedroom. Careful not to awaken her by making any sudden, loud noises, he crept in her room and to her bed to see what he could see, touch, and feel of his sleeping mother.

He was so sexually excited. Not knowing what he'd find and what he'd see, he hoped his mother was sleeping naked or, at least, topless. If she wasn't sleeping naked, he hoped she slept without the blanket and/or the sheet. While imagining his mother's big, naked breasts, he hoped her tits had fallen out of her nightgown. While imagining seeing his mother naked as and naked pussy, he hoped her nightgown was bunched up around her waist. He hoped her naked ass and naked pussy were totally exposed to his horny eyes.

When she was sleeping so soundly, and with her so sexy and so pretty, he decided to make his move. While she lay sleeping, touching her and feeling her everywhere, he had his wicked, sexual way with his mother's nearly, naked body. Ever so gently removing the blanket and sheet as if she had a painfully, sensitive sunburn, he removed her nightgown straps from her shoulders and pulled down the bodice of her nightgown to expose her naked breasts.

Taking his sweet, sexy time in his sexual assault of his sleeping mother, as if he had never seen her naked tits before, he stared at them while touching them. While hoping he didn't awaken her, he felt them and fondled them while fingering and sucking her erect nipples. He felt her shapely ass through her nightgown.

Then, not done there, as if he was a masher on a subway, he slowly lifted the hem of her nightgown to expose her naked, brown, trimmed pussy, his mother's naked cunt. Careful not to awaken her, he gently rubbed her pussy lips while parting them. Waiting until she was wet, as if she was dreaming of being fingered, he slowly inserted the tip of his finger inside her. Then, rubbing her clit while fingerfucking her pussy, he masturbated his mother in the way that he'd love her to masturbate him.

He so wanted to stick his cock deep inside of her. He so wanted to make love to her before fucking her. He so wanted to cum in her cunt. Yet, if he dared to mount her, ruining everything before the incestuous fun started, he feared that he'd awaken her from her deep, drugged slumber. Still, with her so beautiful and so sexy, he'd love nothing more than to mount her and pound her pussy hard and fast until he gave her a sexual orgasm with his cock. Instead, giving her a sexual orgasm in her sleep, he licked her pussy while fingering her pussy.