“I Could Masturbate You,” said Mom – {Bored mom & horny son have incestuous sex during pandemic.}

This is a true story as told to me by Colleen for me to write about what happened between her and her son, Brian, when they were sheltering in place to protect themselves from the COVID-19 virus pandemic.

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“I could masturbate you,” said Brian’s mother, Colleen, to his shocked, sexual excitement.

He looked at his mother stunned by what she had said. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. His MILF of a mother offered to masturbate him if he’d stay home and not go out with his friends. Seemingly, she’d do anything to keep him safe, even give him incestuous sex.

Something that happened more often than we think, with no place to go and little to do, a bored mother and a horny son have incestuous sex while sheltering in place during the pandemic.

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“How much longer must we stay in the house, Mom? I want to go out,” said Brian. “I want to see my friends.”

Colleen looked at her son with sympathy and understanding. Yet, her job, as his mother and as his sole parent, was to keep him safe. It was too dangerous outside to mingle with his friends, drink, and party.

She remembered how wild and sexually promiscuous she was at his age. Clearly, she needed to be more creative than offering to play games and watch movies with him to keep him safely at home. She needed to think of something that would keep him occupied and entertained enough for him to voluntarily want to stay home without her having to continually berate him, threaten him, and force him to stay home.

“Until they have a vaccine, it’s not safe to go outside,” said Colleen to her son, Brian, while talking to him as if he was a child instead of a grown man. “I know that it’s difficult for someone your age not to be going here, there, and everywhere but, unfortunately, we’ll be stuck here together for several, more months.”

Acting more like a spoiled child than a grown man, twenty-year-old Brian stomped his foot, punched the wall, and made a face in frustration. Held against his will, he felt as if he was being imprisoned. He loved his mother, of course, but being with her 24/7 was a bit, too much. He wanted his freedom. He wanted to go out. He needed to see his friends. He needed to get laid.

He could disobey his mother and leave the house but he’d have Hell to pay when he returned home, especially if he caught the virus and infected her with it. He’d be better off dead than to face the angry wrath of his mother. As if she was a descendent from IRA terrorists and, indeed she was, she had quite the Irish temper. He never wanted to be on the bad side of his mother when she was angry. As if speaking in tongues, she spoke with a heavy, Irish accent, a sexy brogue, when riled.

With her fiery as she was feisty, she reminded him of Maureen O’Hara when she played Mary Kate Danaher in the Quiet Man opposite John Wayne. As if she was the famous actress reincarnated, with her red hair, blue eyes, and big tits, she looked a lot like her, too. She was quite the striking woman. When it was time for him to marry someone, he’d want a woman who looked just like his mother. There’s nothing like a big, breasted woman to quiet an angry man’s heart.

Besides, ever the loving and obedient son, he loved, honored, was respectfully dedicated to keeping his mother safe by him not getting foolishly infected. With thousands of new hospitalizations and deaths every day, he knew she was right by keeping him safely indoors. It could be worse. He could have a short, fat, plain looking mother with small breasts and a flabby ass as many of his friends had.

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“Not fair. I haven’t seen my friends in months,” he said. “I need to go out,” he said without telling her the real reason for his sudden, emotionally, charged outburst. “I have cabin fever,” he said as his lame and dishonest excuse for his frustration.

Colleen opened her closet door to look at the games they had and to see if there were any that they haven’t already played over and again.

“We can play a game or we can do a jigsaw puzzle together. That would be fun,” she said looking over at him and giving him a warm and innocent, motherly smile.

Knowing full well that he wouldn’t play another game or complete a jigsaw puzzle when he wanted to be out with his friends, she looked at her son in frustration. Besides, they’ve already played every game over and again. She needed to come up with something else that he’d willingly want to do. Somehow, she needed to get his mind off of him wanting to go out, off of him wanting to see his friends, off of him wanting to have sex with random women, and more on her, but how?

“I’m tired of playing games, Mother,” he said. “All we do is play games, watch TV, and watch movies. I really need to go out,” he said grabbing his crotch as if he was a black, rap singer.

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No doubt, the game that he’d love to play with his MILF of a mother was strip poker. Brian told her about his housebound friend, Frankie, stuck in doors with his MILF of a mother, Sheila, his sexy sister, Heather, his slutty cousin, Carol, and his whore of an aunt, Anne, who had already played strip poker with them. Something he didn’t tell his mother, they not only played stripped poker and stripped naked more than once but also, they had sex with one another.

Yet, when he told her about his friend playing strip poker with his female relatives, he looked at his mother as if he was suggesting that she play strip poker with him. He gave her a sexy look as if daring her to play strip poker with him. It was no secret that he imagined his mother stripping off her clothes while playing strip poker with him.

She caught him masturbating while sniffing her panties while stroking his cock. She caught him dealing out cards on his bed while overhearing him pretending that they were playing strip poker. Clearly, he’d love to see his mother naked, totally naked. In the way that his friend, Frankie, had sex with his MILF of a mother, mother, his sexy sister, his slutty cousin, and his whore of an aunt, Brian would love to have sex with his MILF of a mother.

Yet, unbeknownst to his innocent mother, he’d do anything to have sex with her. He’d love to sleep with her in her bed. He’d love to hold her and comfort her while cuddling with her and spooning her. Then, as soon as she fell asleep, he’d touch and feel her everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his mother.

While she was sleeping, he’d touch, feel, and fondle her big tits through her nightgown while fingering her nipples. He’d lift the back of her nightgown and touch, feel, caress, and squeeze her naked ass. He’d lift the front of her nightgown and rub her naked clit while fingering her wet pussy.

As soon as she fell asleep, he’d get out of bed and stand beside her. He’d insert his stiff prick in her hand and force her to give him a hand job by wrapping her fingers around his erect cock and humping her sleeping hand. Then, not yet wanting to cum, he’d slowly slide his erect, naked prick across her red, full lips while parting her lips with the head of his cock and stick his erect dick in her mouth.

“Blow me, Mom. Suck my cock,” he said while masturbating himself over the thought of imagining seeing his mother naked and having incestuous sex with her. “I need to cum in your beautiful mouth.”

Honestly, more than anything, he’d love to make out with his mother while touching, feeling, and fondling her big breasts while fingering her erect nipples. He’d love to make out with his mother while feeling her shapely ass, rubbing her clit, and fingerfucking her wet pussy. He’d love to masturbate her, eat her, make love to her, and fuck her. He wished that she’d stroke him, suck him, make love to him before fucking him.

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“Okay, now your bra, Mother. Show me your tits,” he said while imagining that he had won a hand while pretending to play strip poker with her and she had lost.

When walking by his room, she laughed to herself after overhearing the vividly and creative imagination of her son.

‘There’s a thought. Would I dare play strip poker with my son to stop him from going outside? Would I dare remove my clothes in front of him to keep him safely at home,’ she thought? ‘Would I dare allow him to see me in my bra and panties, topless, and/or naked? How could I face him the next morning when he saw me without my clothes the night before? I’d be so embarrassed. I’d have to be drunk to play strip poker with him. I’d have to be drunk for him to see me in my panties and bra, topless, and/or naked,’ she thought to herself.

Yet, a twinge of sexual arousal erected and hardened her nipples and she felt a sudden moistness between her legs. The thought of her son seeing her in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked made her suddenly wet. Clearly, she was as sexually frustrated as her son was horny. Clearly, they were both bored with sheltering in place, not going out, and staying home.

No doubt, Brian would love nothing better than to see his mother in her panties and bra, topless, and/or naked. No doubt, something incestuous to do, he’d love nothing more than to expose his erect, naked cock to her. Something forbidden to do, he’d love nothing more than to touch and feel his mother through her clothes while making out with her. Not just crossing the incestuous line but erasing the incestuous line, obviously, her son would love nothing more than to have sex with his mother.

Only, nothing like that would ever happen. His mother wasn’t whore. She was a lady. Modesty moral, she was a good Christian woman. She was his mother and not his wife, his girlfriend, or his lover. She was nothing like his friend’s mother. Actually, one of his masturbation fantasies, the only way he imagined that she’d have sex with him is if home invaders forced them to strip naked and have sex with each other.

He imagined his mother forced to strip naked. He imagined home invaders forcing her to have sex with him. He imagined his mother sucking him and him cumming in her mouth. He imagined fucking his mother and him cumming in her pussy. Then, after the home invaders left, quite the sexual transformation, he imagined his mother being his sexy bitch.

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“What would you be doing other than driving around wasting gas,” she asked with a smug, little laugh?

He made a face, sighed loudly out loud, and rolled his eyes.

“I’d be going to clubs. I’d be picking up women. I be having sex,” he said. “Other than having sex with my hand, it’s been a long time, months, since I had sex with a woman,” he said with shame. “I’m horny, Mother. I’m so very horny,” he said giving her an embarrassed and pitiful look.

Even though he admitted that he was horny, at least he was open and honest with her about how he felt. Certainly, she felt sorry for him but she didn’t pity him enough to have sex with him. Having sex with her son would be wrong. Having sex with Brian would be nasty.

“Everyone is sheltering in place. The clubs aren’t open. I’m sure that there are no girls for you to pick up. Besides, why would you dare have sex with a stranger who could give you this deadly virus,” she asked? “Think of the bigger picture. Sacrificing your life for sex is not worth the risk, Brian.”

He folded his arms across his chest and pouted as if he was ten-year-old and his mother wouldn’t buy him the toy that he wanted. Colleen looked at her son with her big, blue eyes. Clearly, she felt bad for him but there was nothing that she could do without him endangering himself and without her sacrificing her morals and modesty.

Then, surprising even herself, she had a thought that he may like. She had a thought that they both may like. She had a thought that would surely occupy and entertain them both. She had a thought that would, definitely, keep alive and keep him home safe. Yet, rethinking what she was about to say, a big step and a bold move on her part, she was not only considering crossing the incestuous, sexual line but obliterating the incestuous, sexual line with her outrageous, sexual suggestion.

Something she never felt before, Colleen looked at her son with forbidden lust. Skipping over playing strip poker with him, leapfrogging over him seeing her in her panties and bra, topless, and/or naked, shocking but true, she thought more about performing a sexual act with him. Could she? Would she? Did she dare masturbate her son to keep him home safe with her?

Then, as if rethinking what she was about to say and what she was about to suggest that she’d willingly and consensually do, she had a long and thoughtful, guilt riddled and sexually provoking pause. Thinking it an innocent solution to her son’s problem of being horny, her being bored, and them being sexually frustrated, she was ready to blurt out her response. She was ready to tell him what he wanted to hear and what she was willing to do to keep him alive.

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“I could masturbate you,” she said as if she was suggesting that she could watch the super bowl together.

She brushed back her long and lush, red hair as if the thought of masturbating her son had sexually aroused her and certainly it had. Expecting him to be as sexually excited as she was suddenly sexually flustered, she waited for his reaction to her question. She looked at her son with sexual arousal while he looked at her stunned. His jaw dropped in his sexually excitement and his eyes bugged out of his head. Still waiting for his response to her question, then, when he didn’t answer her, she asked him her question again.

“What if I masturbated you,” she asked while looking up at him to give him a sexy smile and a naughty look? “Would you like that? Would you like me to stroke your cock? Would you like your mother to masturbate you, Brian,” she asked while looking down at the bulge that her son already had in his pajama bottoms? “If I made you cum with my hand would that ease your horniness? Would having sex with me stop you from leaving the house to have sex with strange women?”

Brian looked his mother with shock mixed with sexual excitement. He seemingly couldn’t believe what she had said, what he had heard, and what she was willing to do to keep him safe. Forget about wanting her to play strip poker with him, his mother offered to masturbate him. She not only offered to stroke his cock but also, she offered to make him cum. Too good to pass up an offer like that, no doubt, he’d love her to wrap her long, manicure fingers around his erect prick and masturbate him.

“Seriously?” Brian looked at his mother in disbelief. Obviously, he’d love to cum for his mother. “Wait. You’d really masturbate me to keep me from going out?” He looked at her in shocked surprise. “You’d masturbate me to keep me home and safe,” he asked? “You’d do that for me?”

She smiled while nodding her head.

“Of course, I would. I love you. You’re my son. Besides, it’s just a hand job,” she said moving her hand up and down with a shrug as if she was already masturbating her son and as if masturbating him was no big deal.

Never thinking that she’d have to persuade him to receive a hand job from her, she persevered.

“What’s the big deal? I’ve given your father hundreds of hand jobs. I’d do anything, even masturbate you, to keep you safe at home with me,” she said. “I don’t want anything to happen to you. I don’t want you to die and I don’t want to die either. Possibly a death sentence for me with me having Diabetes, I certainly don’t want you to infect me.”

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Not having to even think about it, he immediately gave his mother his answer.

“Sure. I’d love for you to masturbate me, Mother,” he said ready to strip off his pajama bottoms right there in the kitchen.

She held up her hand.

“Wait. Stop. Not so fast. Not here and not now,” she said. “I have conditions.”

Brian looked at his mother confused.

“Conditions?” Brian looked at his mother with curiosity. “What conditions do you have,” he asked?

As if she had previously been thinking of masturbating her son, she answered him without having to give it much thought.

“Instead masturbating you right here in the kitchen where we eat, I’ll masturbate you in the living room while sitting on the sofa and watching a movie, a romantic one. I need to be in the mood,” she said with a nervous, little laugh. “For me to willingly and consensually masturbate my son, I’ll definitely need a glass or two of wine,” she said with a dirty laugh while fanning herself with her hand.

Brian nodded his head in agreement. Truthfully, he’d agree to any conditions that his MILF of a mother had for her to agree to masturbate him. He’d love nothing more than for his mother to wrap her long, thin, manicured fingers around hi naked, erect prick and stroke him to make him cum with her hand. He’d love nothing more than to cum for his mother.

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She was so pretty. She was so sexy. Out of all his friends’ mothers, with some of them younger than her 45-year-old age, she was the best looking one. All of his friends’ mothers were overweight from eating too much food, not exercising, and from having babies. With her so very shapely, as shapely as 47-year-old Heidi Klum or 48-year-old Jenny McCarthy, but with bigger tits, his mother had the best body of them all, by far.

“Is that it? Are those your only conditions? Being in the living room while drinking wine and watching a romantic movie,” he asked? “I can do that,” he said returning her dirty laugh with his dirty laugh.

She shook her head no and laughed.

“If we’re going to do this, really do this, I have a few other conditions,” she said. “To preserve your modesty, my morality, and our reputations, I’ll place a throw blanket over our laps. Then, surprising you sometime during the movie, I’ll slide my hand over to you while holding some tissues,” she said.

He looked at her as if he had a question to ask.

“May I touch and feel you while you’re masturbating me, Mother,” he asked seemingly sexually excited by his own question?

To be honest, he’d love nothing better than to touch and feel his mother where no son should ever touch and feel their mother while she masturbated him. She shook her head no again and made a face. As soon as she said no, part of his sexual excitement and as if he needed to touch and feel her to cum, he looked disappointed.

“Absolutely not,” she said. “You mustn’t touch me,” she said with shocked surprise. “Isn’t it enough that I’ll be masturbating you? You should be happy with that.”

Obviously, he would have preferred touching and feeling his mother through her nightgown while she masturbated him. He would have preferred to reach his hand down in her nightgown top to feel her naked tits while she stroked him. He would have preferred to reach his horny hand up her nightgown to finger her naked pussy. He would have preferred stripping her naked while she continued masturbating him. Then, when she saw the disappointment on her son’s face, she relaxed her conditions.

“Okay. What about this? You may touch, feel, and fondle my breasts through my nightgown as long as you don’t finger my nipples. I’m serious. You mustn’t finger my nipples. I mean it,” she said. “If you finger my nipples, I’ll stop masturbating you.”

He nodded his agreement.

“Got it,” he said. “I can do that. I can touch, feel, and fondle your tits through your nightgown but no fingering your nipples.”

Ready to give him more conditions, she gave her son a serious look.

“You cannot stick your hand down my nightgown to feel my naked breasts and you cannot stick your hand up my nightgown to feel my naked pussy,” she said. “If you do, I’ll stop masturbating you.”

Seemingly, sexually excited that he’d be allowed to touch, feel, and fondle his mother’s big breasts through her nightgown, he looked perplexed why he mustn’t finger her nipples.

“Got it. I can’t stick my hand down your nightgown top to feel and fondle your naked tits and I can’t stick my hand up your nightgown to feel, fondle, and finger your naked pussy,” he said while looking at her with confusion. “Yet, if you’re allowing me to feel and fondle your breasts through your nightgown, why can’t I finger your nipples, too, Mother,” he asked?

Seemingly surprised that she had to explain why he mustn’t finger her nipples; she rolled her eyes and loudly sighed.

“Because if you finger my nipples, I’ll become too sexually aroused. If you finger my nipples, I may do something that I may regret later,” she said.

‘If you finger my nipples, I’ll suck your cock and will allow you to cum in my mouth,’ she wanted to say but didn’t say. ‘If you finger my nipples, I’ll kiss you, French kiss you. In the way that I’ve been so very, sexually frustrated, if you finger my nipples, I’ll make love to you before allowing you to fuck me.’

Brian gave his mother another nod of agreement.

“Okay, I promise not to finger your nipples, Mother,” he said. “I promise not to stick my hand down your nightgown top to feel your naked breasts and/or up your nightgown to touch your naked pussy.”

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Before they retired to the living room, Colleen changed out of her clothes to get more comfortable. She put on one of her sexiest nightgowns. Low-cut, short, and very transparent, if she was to stand in front of the TV, which she did to select a movie, Brian could see all of her beautiful body as if she was naked.

One of her conditions, she put on her favorite, romantic movie, The Bodyguard. It was a tossup between The Bodyguard with Kevin Costner and Whitney Houston and Titanic with Kate Winslet and Leonardo DiCaprio. Yet, she loved Kevin Costner, especially with him now starring in Yellowstone as John Dutton. A sucker for him, if she ever met him, she’d love to suck his cock. She’d love him to cum in her mouth after she fucked him.

Even when she was having sex with her husband, so very long ago, she pretended that she was having sex with Kevin Costner. She pretended that he was her man from her field of dreams or that she was his Indian squaw in Dances with Wolves. Suffice to say, Kevin Costner was her favorite leading man and her all-time sex symbol.

Colleen placed a throw over their laps and, once covered, Brian removed his pajama bottoms. While the movie played, not wanting to rush the sexual act, she casually moved her hand beneath the throw. Instead of immediately taking his erect, naked prick in her hand, she massaged his naked thigh, first one and then the other one. Sexually teasing him, while massaging his thighs, her hand continually brushed by the sides of his testicles. Then, not done making him sexually want her even more, she stuck her hand beneath his t-shirt to massage his naked chest while playing with his chest hairs.

With his naked prick already tenting the blanket, he had a huge erection. His erect prick throbbed and pulsated in anticipation of his mother touching him, holding him, stroking him, and giving him a hand job. Gradually and slowly, she moved her hand a little lower to take him in her hand. In the way that he couldn’t wait to hold her naked breast through her nightgown, she held his naked prick in her soft and warm, motherly hand.

Then, without stroking him, sexually teasing him, she let go of his erect cock. Instead of stroking him, her fingertips toyed with his pubic hair while he reached his horny hand over to touch, feel, and fondle her nightgown clad breasts. As much as he couldn’t believe that he was feeling his mother’s breasts through her nightgown, he couldn’t believe she had briefly held his naked prick in her hand. Clearly, he couldn’t wait for her to masturbate him. He couldn’t wait to cum.

His sexual fantasy come true, as long as he didn’t finger her nipples and/or touch her naked pussy, his mother was ready to masturbate him while allowing him to touch, feel, and fondle her naked breasts through her nightgown. As he agreed not to do, as much as he wanted to do, he refrained from sticking his horny hand down her nightgown top to feel her naked tits while touching and fingering her erect nipples. He refrained from moving his horny hand beneath her nightgown to rub her clit and fingerfuck her pussy.

Tempted to pull them, turn them, and twist them, her big nipples already made their presence known. He could clearly see them through her sheer and sexy nightgown top. Her nipples were already hard and erect. They were begging to be fingered and sucked. Yet, not wanting to prematurely ruin his hand job and stop her from masturbating him, he controlled himself from fingering her nipples.

One step at a time, it was enough that his mother not only agreed to masturbate him but also agreed to allow him to feel and fondle her naked breasts through her nightgown. Perhaps, after she masturbated him, something that he’d love to do, she’d allow him to masturbate her. He’d love to watch her and hear her cum. Perhaps, after she gives him a sexual orgasm with her hand, another one of his sexual fantasies, she’d allow him to lick her pussy while fingering her cunt before fucking her cunt.

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She cupped his testicles before slowly moving her hand higher and stopped at the base of his cock. As if holding his prick for him to pee, she felt the girth of him with two of her fingertips, her thumb and her index finger. Then, ignoring his shaft for now, she moved her fingers to the head of his cock. As if she was fingering her dildo, taking her time to sexually tease him to an even bigger and harder erection, she fingered the head of her son’s erect cock while watching the movie.

Finally, as the movie progressed to more romantic and sexual scenes, she wrapped her long, manicured fingers around his stiff prick. Then, ever so slowly and ever so gentle, Colleen stroked her son. In the way she did with her husband, she did with her son. She stroked him while imagining stroking Kevin Costner and giving him a hand job.

As the sexual scenes in the movie progressed, and as she became more sexually aroused, especially after finishing her second glass of wine, she stroked him faster and harder. Holding his cock tighter while stroking him harder and faster, Colleen continued masturbating her son. She only briefly stopped stroking him to pour herself a third glass of wine and to take a sip. Then, she wrapped her fingers tighter around her son’s stiff prick. This time, determined to make him cum, she continued stroking him faster and harder.

‘Something so surreal and something I thought that I’d never do, I’m masturbating my son. I can’t believe I’m masturbating Brian while he feels and fondled my naked breasts through my nightgown,’ she thought while making herself even more sexually aroused. ‘If I have the nerve to masturbate him, I’m afraid of what more I may do? Would I suck him? Would I allow him to cum in my mouth? Would I fuck him? Would I allow him to cum in my pussy, too?’

She continued stroking her son’s prick harder and faster.

‘I’ve heard of mothers having sex with their sons before they went off to war or before serving a long stretch in prison, but never to keep him home safe from contracting COVID-19. Determined to keep Brian home safe with her, if this is what I must do to keep him safe, I’ll do whatever it takes,’ she thought.

As much as she didn’t want her son to die, she didn’t want him to infect her with the deadly virus either.

‘I’d willingly suck his cock and consensually allow him to cum in my mouth, if that’s what it takes. I’d fuck his prick and allow him to cum in my pussy. I don’t want my son to die and if having sex with him is all that I need to do to keep him alive, I’ll do it,’ she thought. ‘I’ll sacrifice my naked body to him. I’ll allow him to make me his bitch.’

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As promised, Colleen masturbated her son while he continued touching, feeling, fondling, and squeezing her big tits through her nightgown while deliberately avoiding her nipples. Really getting into giving her son a hand job, she continued stroking him faster and harder. With him already horny and sexually frustrated, it didn’t take him long to cum.

“Mom. Mom. I’m going to cum. I’m going to cum,” he said. “I’m cumming, Mom. I’m cumming.”

Not wanting to get his cum all over her throw, she pushed down the throw while exposing his naked prick to her horny eyes. The first time seeing his stiff prick up close, closer than she did when opening his bedroom door and catching him masturbating, as if she had never seen an erect, naked prick before, she stared at her son’s naked cock. Then, with her still stroking him faster and harder, in a big gush, catching her by surprise by him cumming so fast, so hard, and so much, he ejaculated a huge load of cum all over her motherly hand.

Then, as if propelled by a battery, his cum shot high up in the air and in an arc. Giving her a surprise cum bath, his ejaculation hit her squarely in her face. Dripping with his cum from her beautiful red hair, her eyebrows, her nose, and chin, she had her son’s cum everywhere, all over her face, on her hand, on her arm, and all over the front of her nightgown. She wiped her face, hand, arm, and the front of her nightgown with tissues.

“Wow,” she said laughing. “That was a lot of cum,” she said dabbing his cock with tissues and wiping her son’s cum from her hand. “Your father never ejaculated like that. At best, he dribbled,” she said with another laugh. “I haven’t seen anyone cum like that since I masturbated my 18-year-old prom date when I was 18-years-old,” she said with a dirty laugh. “Giving me my first cum bath, he ejaculated in my mouth, all over my face and hair, and all over my naked tits.”

Clearly appreciative of his mother masturbating him, he leaned into her to kiss on her lips.

“Thank you, Mom. Meaning this as a compliment and not an insult, you give a great hand job, the best hand job that I’ve ever had,” he said. “I feel so much better.”

She smiled happy that he thought that she was had giving him a great hand job, the best hand job that he ever had. Moreover, she was happy that she thought of a way that would keep him safely at home. Seemingly, sex was the answer to nearly everything, especially for a young man his age.

Able to keep her son at home safe, she’d willing him give him a hand job whenever he wanted one. Besides, what’s the big deal? It was just a hand job. It wasn’t as if she was sucking him and allowing him to cum in her mouth. She had done worst things in her life than to give someone a hand job, even if that someone was her son.

Suddenly, thinking back to when she was 18-years-old, with her now at 45-years-old, she wished she had kept count of how many hand jobs she had given various men over the years. From college dorm parties to spring break, with all of the dating she’s done, the numerous boyfriends she’s had, and the hand jobs she had given, she must have stroked dozens of cocks hundreds of times. Sometimes, depending on the guy, just to get rid of him, she’d rather give him a hand job, even a blowjob, than to give him a good night, French kiss.

“You’re welcome. Now that I crossed the invisible, incestuous line and masturbated you once, I wouldn’t mind masturbating you again, whenever you want,” she said.

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Brian continued watching the movie with his mother while continuing to feel her breasts. Unable to get enough of her firm and shapely breasts, he loved his mother’s big tits. Only, no doubt, he wished that he could pull, turn, and twist her nipples. He wished that he could reach down her naked top to feel her naked breasts. He wished he could reach up her nightgown to rub her clit and fingerfuck his mother’s naked pussy. He’d love to return the favor of her masturbating him with him masturbating her.

Stealthily, disobeying one of her conditions, he deliberately slid his hand slowly over her nipple and as soon as he did, her nipple fully erected and she gasped. Then, pushing his luck, with him having nothing to lose after she had already masturbated him, he ever so gradually and stealthily raised the hem of her nightgown to her crotch while fingering her nipple with his fingertips. Against his mother’s conditions, not only was he fingering her nipple but also, he was fingering her pussy, too.

In the way that his naked prick was exposed to his mother when she lifted the throw, her brown, trimmed, pubic hair was now exposed to her son. In the way that she stared down at his naked cock, he stared at his mother’s naked pussy. As if it was an unconsciously, innocent move, he rested his hand between his mother’s naked thighs with the side of his hand in contact with her naked pussy. Then, as if massaging her thigh, while deliberately and slowly moving his hand back and forth, he massaged her pussy.

“Now that you masturbated me, I could masturbate you, Mother, if you’d like,” he said taking the chance that she’d say yes while sliding a slow finger along her pussy lips. “I could ease your sexual frustration and give you a sexual orgasm. By rubbing your clit and fingerfucking your pussy, I could make you cum with my fingers. Would you like to cum, Mother? May I give you a sexual orgasm in the way that you gave me?”

Not stopping him from fingering her, she was wet. She was already so, very wet. Determined to masturbate his mother, ignoring his agreement in not touching her naked pussy, Brian rubbed his mother’s swollen clit. He rubbed her clit faster and harder while fingerfucking her pussy deeper. In the way that she had masturbated him, returning the sexual favor, he masturbated her.

“Brian,” she said breathlessly. “Brian. Oh, my God. What are you doing? You mustn’t touch mommy in that sexual way,” she said while breathing through her mouth. “That’s wrong. This is so forbidden,” she said while staring at his fingers penetrating her. “What’s wrong with you? I’m your mother. It’s one thing for me to masturbate you but you mustn’t masturbate me,” she said. “That’s crossing the line.”

Ignoring her, he slumped to the side and leaned down low enough to rest his face in his mother’s lap. His mouth and his nose were so close to her naked pussy that, no doubt, she could feel his warm breath. In the way that he smelled the aroma of her pussy when sniffing her panties, he was getting the full, musky scent of her naked pussy now.

Again, taking a chance that she wouldn’t stop him, he flicked out his tongue and licked his mother’s cunt in the way that he licked his mother’s used panties when masturbating himself. Before flicking out his tongue to lick her gain, he waited for her to admonish him and stop him. Then, when she didn’t stop him nor admonish him, he licked her again and again.

Continuing to lick his mother’s pussy while fingering her cunt, he couldn’t believe he was licking his mother’s pussy. He couldn’t believe she was allowing him to lick her soaking, wet cunt. He couldn’t believe that he was eating her cunt. He couldn’t believe that she was allowing him to give her oral sex.

‘My son is eating my pussy. I can’t believe Brian is giving me oral sex,’ she thought. ‘I’m going to cum. He’s giving me a sexual orgasm with his fingers and his tongue. He’s going to make me cum.’

Then, giving him the green light, when she parted her legs to give him better access to her naked pussy, he reached his horny hand between his mother’s legs and fingered her clit while fingerfucking her pussy. In the way that she had masturbated him, he masturbated her while licking her. In the way that she stroked his cock, he ate his mother. In the way that he ejaculated so quickly, she had her sexual orgasm quickly, too.

“Brian. Brian. You’re going to make mommy cum. Feel my tits. Finger my nipples,” she said leaning forward to remove her nightgown. “Suck my tits, Brian. Suck Mommy’s nipples,” she said. “Pull my nipples. Turn my nipples. Twist my nipples. Squeeze my tits. Squeeze them harder, Brian. Harder.”

Obediently obeying her, he felt his mother’s tits while pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples. Then, taking her tits in his mouth, he sucked her nipples, first one and then the other. Fearing that he’d hurt her beautiful breasts, he squeezed them as hard as he could and as hard and she wanted him to continue squeezing them.

“Brian! Brian! I’m cumming. Mommy is cumming,” she said collapsing within the sofa.

She remained like that and hugging one another while enjoying the afterglow of sex.

# # #

Then, as if he did something wrong by sexually violating her, giving him an angry look, she sat up on the couch. Clearly, she was mad but he didn’t know what he had done to have upset her. Granted he had disobeyed her by fingering her nipples and masturbating her pussy, but she wasn’t angry when he gave her a sexual orgasm. She wasn’t angry when he made her cum. If she seemed anything, she seemed grateful that he finally satisfied her sexual frustration.

“Now, look what you’ve done,” she said with anger? “I’m all wet. How dare you masturbate me? How dare you eat me? Do you think your mother is a whore? I’m so very embarrassed. How dare you give your mother oral sex? I’m mortified. How dare you finger my pussy when I told you not to touch my pussy,” she asked while waving a scolding finger in his face?

She looked at him with anger, shame, and embarrassment.

“What’s wrong with you? How dare you make me cum? How dare you finger and suck my nipples when I told you not to touch my nipples? Stand up,” she said. “Stand up,” she ordered while pulling him up by his arm to make him forcibly stand in front of her.

Unable to help himself or to hide it, he had a huge erection. Embarrassed and humiliated now instead of being sexually excited he covered his naked prick with his hand. Clearly, thinking that he was doing the right thing by sexually pleasuring his mother, Brian didn’t know what to do and/or what to say. Instead of thinking that he was doing a good thing by masturbating his mother and eating her, something she hadn’t done in a dozen years, she made him think that she was going to spank him.

“You’re such a bad and disobedient son,” she said staring up at him with a sexy look and a naughty smile. “You must be punished. Now, I must blow you,” she said reaching out her hand to take hold of his erect prick. She stroked him while staring up at him. “I must suck your cock and you had better cum in my mouth, Mister,” she said with authority. “And after you cum in my mouth, I want you to cum all over my face and across my naked breasts. I want you to give you mother a cum bath.”

Clearly, he was stunned that his mother wanted to blow him as his punishment. Undoubtedly, he was shocked that his mother was going to suck him. Obviously, he was shocked that she wanted him to cum in her mouth. After he ejaculated in her mouth, seemingly, by the shocked look on his face, he couldn’t believe that she wanted him to ejaculate all over her face and her naked tits. He was shocked that she wanted him to give her a cum bath, too.

Colleen brushed back her long, red hair with her hand. Then, she leaned forward to take her son’s erect prick in her hand again before taking his engorged prick in her mouth. While staring up at him with her big, blue eyes, she stroked him while sucking him. Stroking him harder and sucking him deeper, she didn’t stop stroking and sucking him until he exploded a full load of cum in her mouth. His mother had given her son a blowjob to keep him safely at home and to stop him from going out.

Then, as soon as she released the pressure of his lips from his erect cock and pulled his prick from her mouth, obediently obeying her, he exploded a huge, second load of cum all over her pretty face. He shot cum in her hair and in her eyes. He decorated her big breasts with globs of cum. In the way that she did when she first masturbated him, she had his cum everywhere again. Taking his stiff prick in her mouth again, she swallowed all that he gave her and licked him clean.

# # #

“Well, as long as you stay home with me until we get the vaccination and until this pandemic is over, you can sleep in my bed. As long as don’t tell your friends, you may have sex with me whenever you want,” she said with a long pause. “Now that we broke the ice by having incestuous sex, we can have sex every morning and every night,” she said giving him a sexy look and a naughty smile. “Just don’t embarrass me by telling anyone that we’re having sex.”

Brian looked at his mother stunned. He couldn’t believe that she offered to give him daily sex. Something that he always wanted to do with mother was something that he never knew that she would willingly and consensually do with him. He’d much rather stay in the house and have sex with her than to go outside with his friends.

“Really? You’d have sex with me every morning and every night?”

She shrugged.

“Why not? If I had sex with your father, why not with you,” she said with a sexy laugh? “You’re younger, have much better body, and you’re better looking than your father,” she said. “I love sucking you and I can’t wait to fuck you tonight.”

She gave him a dirty laugh.

“And when I caught you masturbating in your room while sniffing my panties and pretending to play strip poker with me, I saw that you have a much bigger cock than your father,” she said. She looked at her son with sexual lust in her eyes. “Sleep in my room tonight,” she said pausing again. “We’ll cuddle,” she said giving him a wink and another dirty laugh.

Brian leaned into his mother and gave her a long, wet kiss.

“Our little secret, I promise not to tell anyone mother that we’ve having sex,” he said.

She beamed him a wide smile and returned his long, wet kiss with her deep, French kiss.

THE END