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45-year-old Ruth picks up 25-year-old Chris at the mall.
"Here you are doll," said Chris leaning down to give Ruth a smooch before handing her another Martini.
Christopher handed Ruth her drink. She took a sip and put the drink on a coaster beside her on the side table next to the couch. With him standing in front of her while she was sitting on the couch, she wrapped her hands around his ass, pulled him to her, and kissed the bulging impression in his jeans while staring up at him. Then, a sexy game she liked playing, she held out her arms as if Chris was her long lost son and she was his not so innocent, incestuous mother.
With Ruth 45-years-old and with Chris 25-years-old, they could have been mother and son. Only, they weren't mother and son or even aunt and nephew. They weren't even related and Ruth's sexual relationship wasn't incestuous just extramarital. He was just another man in a long line of young lovers who preferred having sex with older women. With her sharing the reverse order of his sexual preference, she was an older woman who preferred having sex with younger men. What worked for him, worked for her too.
With absolutely nothing in common between them other than enjoying one another's company while having a few drinks, sharing some laughs, and having a good, sexual time, he was just another young lover to her with money enough to buy her booze. No doubt, she was just another older woman to him who'd willingly give him sex for a bottle of gin and a bottle of vermouth. They were strangers who met at the mall and who had become passionate lovers. There together for a moment in time until they moved on to someone else, they were strangers who filled their lonely, empty lives with sex, laughter, and drunkenness.
Fishing for men while flashing men, Ruth used her God given femininity and sexuality to catch a nibble, a bite, and hopefully a lick, a suck, and a fuck. Her well tested and successfully proven way of first attracting a man's interest to her was by sitting open legged at the food court with her skirt raised past mid-thigh. As if she was Moses parting the Red Sea with a wave of his holy hand, Ruth parted the food court with the spread of her unholy knees. With the food court usually crowded, especially in the middle section, men moved their seats to the far side for a better between her legs view of her. She created quite the ruckus of chairs sliding across the tile floor while horny men jockeyed for the best position to see all that she was showing. Pretending that she didn't know she was so exposed and was the focused attention of so many horny and sexually interested men, Ruth deliberately and unmercifully flashed dozens of men her panties while eating her sandwich.
Giving them a real panty show, she acted oblivious to the stares of those men who ogled her panties while she sat there with her knees parted. Then when she realized that one man in particular stared harder and stayed longer for the view she was giving him, she finished her lunch and stood up to leave. Wiggling her tight, shapely ass while sashaying by him while reeling him in hook, line, and sinker, he had already passed the first part of her seduction test by staring between her legs at her panties. Now she hoped he'd follow her where she needed to take him for more of her show of voyeurism and exhibitionism. Then, when she caught his reflection behind her in the store window, she was happy that he had taken her bait and was walking a few paces behind her.
Motivating him to stay for more of her sexy show, she flashed him her panties again while she was in the shoe store trying on boots a size too small. She enticed him to further follow her through the mall by taking the escalator up to the second level. Knowing he was a few steps behind her and knowing she'd be flashing him an even better view of her panties, she bent at the waist on the escalator on the pretense of fixing her shoe. Her short skirt climbed higher as she bent further forward and as he moved up the escalator with her while behind her.
Acting as if she didn't know that he could see up her short skirt from his lower vantage point on the escalator, she remained in that bent at the waist position longer than necessary. Wanting to give him a good look of her panty clad pussy, this was her well-practiced flashing move that commanded the sexual interest of all men. She knew that if he made it this far, he'd be following her wherever she wanted him to go. Chances were good that if he made it this far, he'd be coming home with her for some sexy, role playing games and some hot sex.
Her ultimate flashing place and where she wanted him to go with her was to the women's clothing store. The culmination of her flashing him peeks of what he shouldn't see of another man's woman, a married woman, began and ended at the only clothing store in the mall that still had curtains on the dressing rooms. That clothing store was her favorite place to go when exposing herself to a young man she hoped would follow her home. Once she was inside the store, using the mirrors to monitor him throughout the store, she knew he'd be there watching her and peeping on her as soon as she walked behind the dressing room curtain.
As she did with all young men, leaving the curtain partially open, she gave him a show of voyeurism and exhibitionism that he'd never forget. As if she was a stripper performing onstage, unbeknownst to her husband, Ruth was an exhibitionist. While pretending she didn't know they could see as much of her as she wanted them to see, she loved showing men bits and pieces of her underwear clad body. While showing young men all that she wanted them to see of her, she loved sexually teasing and erotically enticing men.
As if he was already her lover, she enjoyed stripping off her clothes for her audience of a select, young man who interested her and who was obviously attracted enough to her to follow her this far. Sexually teasing him by undressing in front of him, she pretended she didn't know her dressing room curtain was open enough for him to see her in all manner of undress. A sexy game she loved playing, she acted as if she was unaware that anyone was peeping on her.
With the dressing room curtain safeguarding her feigned modesty while undressing, she loved showing men she didn't even know and had yet to meet, her bra clad breasts and even her naked breasts. She loved showing men she didn't even know and had yet to meet, her panty clad ass and pussy, and even her naked ass and pussy. No man had ever gone this far in her voyeuristic and exhibitionistic, sexual seduction of him and not approached her before she got in her car and drove away. No man who was attracted to an older woman would ever let her get away without trying to put the moves on her and have sex with her. With men so oblivious to the games that women play, if only they knew that she was the one putting the moves on them, wouldn't they be surprised?
In the way she waited for all of the other men to make their sexual moves, she fumbled through her purse on the pretense of looking for her car keys while waiting for him to approach her. Always they did. When he finally approached her in the parking lot, not shy in her sexual seduction of him, she invited him home. Her extramarital dalliance was a win/win sexual proposition for both. He was going to have sex with a woman old enough to be his mother and she was going to have sex with a man young enough to be her son.
Filled with alcohol and garnished with two olives, her Martinis wouldn't be the only intoxicating thing on her sexual menu. Adorned by a man's hard, hairy cock and two dangling testicles in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy, she'd be intoxicated with sex. If only this young men knew what he was in for, he'd hang around the mall every day trying to score with older women, women who were old enough to be his mother. With older women more willing to give it up, if only he knew that many older women were more sexual than many younger women. With that truth in mind, unless he was ready to settle down and get married, he'd never approach another younger woman again.
Ruth was Jay's wife, the woman of another man, and Chris was just a neighborhood young man who enjoyed meeting, picking up, and having casual, sexual affairs with married, older women he met at the mall. At the right place and the right time, he just happened to be at the mall with her that day. With their daughter, Kim, gone for the weekend with friends, Ruth was free to sexually entertain Chris. With Jay not expected home from his business trip to Japan until late tomorrow night, Ruth had the whole house to herself to romantically, sexually, and seductively entertain her special, young man.
Obviously with the alcohol flowing freely and with her dressed in a sexy, short skirt, low cut blouse, bikini panties, and front snapping bra, she was his for the taking. Besides, he had already seen most of her shapely figure with her flashing her nearly naked body behind her partially closed dressing room curtain at the mall. Moreover, not the first time they've sexually been together, seemingly Ruth had grown a sudden and special fondness for Chris. Actually, with Ruth a drunk and a whore, she had a particular fondness for any young man who had a big, hard, hairy prick, especially a man who plied her with gin and vermouth.
She particularly like Christopher because he was good looking and was politely good natured with a fun sense of humor, something she thought her husband lacked. Her husband, a physical chemist, a university professor, and now a top executive of a Fortune 500 company was much too serious for her. Seemingly he had matured and grown older while she remained the same psychologically immature age that she was twenty years ago. With her brain pickled in alcohol that stunted her maturity, even though she was 45-years-old chronologically, in her mind, she still felt as if she was 25-years-old.
With her so very sexually attracted to young men, if she had a son, she'd want him to be just like Christopher. If she had a son, she probably would have had sex with him in the way she was about to have sex with Chris now. If she had a son, perhaps she'd be having sex with him instead of going to the mall looking for young men. If she had a son, she would have sexually and incestuously molested him in the way her brothers sexually and incestuously molested her.
Too busy with his work, traveling, and making money, according to Ruth, her husband was no fun. According to Ruth, Jay had turned into a fuddy-duddy and an old man. He didn't even drink anymore. No doubt with him thinking that she's a drunk, which she is, and a whore, which she is that too, he seldom even talked to her. They no longer shared the physical, emotional, and sexual excitement they once had and that inflamed their relationship when they were dating and before they were married. Now married too long in a bad marriage, instead of continuing this lunacy, they should have called it quits and divorced years ago.
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"Let's play a game," she said looking at Chris with sexual enthusiasm while covering the couch with a sheet.
As if he was too old and too horny for games, not even asking what the game was and giving the game a chance, Chris made a disinterested face. When he was about to have sex with her, the last thing that he wanted do was to play a silly game but Ruth enjoyed playing games. With her having had sex with so very many young men, she needed to play her sexy games of pretend incest to maintain her sexual interest. She needed something a little more than just a young body and a hard cock. Never enlisting her husband in her games of role playing and pretend, she saved all of her games and game playing for her young lovers.
"A game? What kind of game? Sex is the only game that I want to play," he said reaching out his horny hands to grope her ample breast through her blouse and finger her big nipples through her bra.
He continued feeling her breasts through her bra while coaxing her brown, gumdrop sized nipples to make their appearance with their hard impressions. She allowed him to feel her breast through her clothes but, not wanting him to prematurely ruin her game of debauchery and her incestuous fun of pretend, she wasn't ready to have sex with him just yet. With her having sex with so very many different young men over the years, having sex for the sake of getting her fix of alcohol and for the sake of having sex sometimes grew boring. Playing a sexy game maintained her sexual interest. Playing a sexy game with a hot, young man made her feel wanted, needed, and sexually desired. She needed the emotional and sexual excitement along with the erotic detachment of her current marital situation by pretending that she was his mother and he was her son.
Seemingly an easy thing for her to do, she had a knack for finding young men who sexually fantasized of having sex with their mothers. As if she was his mother and he was her son, she slapped his hands away from her breasts. With her not yet ready to be taken but wanting to be slowly, savagely, and seductively seduced, she wanted this night to be special. She wanted this night to be as romantic as it was sexual and as forbidden as it was erotic.
With this was her last weekend alone before her husband returned home late Sunday evening, not wanting to rush anything, she wanted to take this sexual seduction slow. She wanted to give herself something to masturbate over later. She wanted to take the memory of Chris to bed with her later when her husband was home and asleep and snoring beside her. She needed the sexual memory of tonight to sustain her until she hunted the mall for another sexually interest, young man.
"Stop. You're going too fast. You're going to ruin my game," she said with impatient annoyance.
For the sake of her giving him hot sex, he shrugged his indifference before nodding his agreement.
"Okay, I'm game," he said. "I'll behave. What's the game you'd like to play?"
As if she was the cat who just ate the canary, she took another sip of her drink before giving him a look of sexual excitement. Then, giving him a Cheshire catlike grin, she took his hand in hers and kissed it. A game she liked to play was a sexy game that she hoped that he'd enjoy playing too. She's never had sex with a young man who didn't wish he was having sex with his mother. With her old enough to be his mother and him young enough to be her son, he wouldn't be here with her now, if he didn't sexually fantasize about having sex with his mother.
"Being that I didn't have a son but always wanted one," she said pausing to give him a sexy look. "I'd like to pretend that you're my son and I'm your mother. I like playing that sexy game of forbidden incest," she said giving him another sexy look. "Even if it's just a game of pretend and role playing, the thought of having forbidden, incestuous sex with the son I've never had has always appealed to me."
Seemingly having already grown bored with their sexual affairs, she had already progressed and successfully played this game of incestuous pretend with other young men Christopher's age before. Moreover, with him already confessing his sexual mother and son fantasies to her during their numerous sessions of pillow talk, she knew that he fantasized about having sex with a mother figure. She knew that he looked at her as if she was more than his lover but his mother.
"I wish you were my mother," he said with a sudden burst of amplified sexual excitement while reaching out to feel her breasts and finger her nipples through her clothes again.
She looked up at him before looking down at his hands touching her breasts and feeling her breasts while his fingers felt her nipples. As if he was her naughty, incestuous son, she took his hands in hers and moved them from her breasts to hold them in her lap. Containing him by confining his horny hands, she needed to scold him as if he was her son.
"You'd never disrespect your mother by groping her in such an incestuously, sexual, and inappropriate way, would you?"
She gave him a naughty look and he returned her look with his mischievous smile.
"If my mother looked anything like you, was as sexy as you, and sucked cock as good as you do, fuck yeah, I'd be feeling my mother's tits. I'd be groping my mother and having sex with her every day," he said giving her a sexy look. "I wish you were my mother, Ruth," he said again.
She laughed while returning his sexy look. Seemingly he was enjoying playing this sexy game of imagined incest.
"Well, I'm not your mother but we can pretend that I am. We're not even related but we can pretend that we are," she said with a dirty laugh. "Yet, I'm talking about you groping your real mother. Before being sexually intimate with your mother, even your pretend mother, you wouldn't disrespect your mother by feeling her tits and fingering her nipples through her clothes, now would you?"
He looked at her as if she was nuts until a glimmer of sexual excitement flashed across his face. In the way she hooked him on her fishing line in the mall with her flashing him her underwear and parts of her naked body, she hooked him again now by the prospect of playing an incestuous, sexual game. How many women would allow another woman in their bed and in their head, especially a man's mother, even if that other woman was nothing more than a figment of their imagination and just a role playing, pretend mother?
"My mother? You're right. I'd never grope my mother. Eww, gross," he said with a laugh. "My mother looks nothing like you. She's short, fat, and homely. If my mother looked anything like you, tall, shapely, and pretty I would have tried to have sex with her long ago," he said with a dirty laugh.
She looked at him with as much sexual lust as he looked at her with sexual excitement. She knew by the bulge that grew in his jeans that he was thinking of her not only as his lover but also as his mother. With him not protesting in playing this particular sexy game, she knew that he wanted to play this pretend game of incest as much as she wanted to play this pretend game of incest. Just as she had piqued his sexual interest in her at the mall with her flashing him, now that they were in her house, in her living room, and on her couch, she had piqued his sexual interest in her again with her incestuous game.
"If I had a son who looked like you, I would have had sex with him long ago too," she said. "If I had a son who looked anything like you, I would have flashed him my underwear clad, topless, and/or naked body numerous times," she said with a dirty laugh. "If I had a son who looked like you, I'd make it my personal mission to see his cock, to touch his cock, to stroke his cock, to suck his cock, and to fuck his cock," she said feeling his erection through his jeans.
Indeed, as if she was his mother and he was her son, she leaned into him to part his lips with her tongue. She gave him a long, wet kiss before he pulled away from her to speak. Obviously already sexually excited playing this pretend mother and son game, he stared at her before speaking.
"But you're not my mother and I'm not your son," said Chris with some attitude before showing his obvious disappointment.
Acting hesitant and a bit resistant to getting his head in the game, he seemed somewhat annoyed that she was pushing his sexual, incestuous buttons. Obviously Ruth had stumbled upon secret, uncharted, sexual ground. Maybe he does imagine having sex with his mother. Maybe he masturbates to the imagined images of seeing his mother naked and/or to the imagined images of his mother seeing him naked. Maybe he imagines that she's his mother. It's only normal for a son to be sexually attracted to his mother, no matter what his mother looks like, even if she's short, fat, and/or ugly and even if just playing a game of pretend. Every young man wants to have sex with his mother, even his surrogate mother, one time or another.
"That's where the game of pretend begins. You pretend that I'm your mother and I pretend you're my son. If I had a son who looked like you, I'd fuck and suck him every day," she said.
She leaned into him and kissed him again. He broke off her kiss to speak again and to show her that he agreed to play her game.
"I love you, Mommy," he said with a nervous laugh to obviously mask his incestuous excitement.
Taking her kiss as his cue that she wanted to have sex now, he returned her kiss while feeling her breasts through her blouse and fingering her nipples through her bra again. He couldn't help himself from feeling her tits and fingering her nipples through her clothes. She had a nice rack for an older woman. Something she denied her husband from feeling on the pretense that her nipples were always sore and sensitive, her nipples were never sore or sensitive for her young lovers to finger and suck. Seemingly as if he was kissing his mother instead of Ruth, he parted her lips and impaled her mouth with his tongue to give her a long, wet, passionate kiss.
"Stop. Wait," she said pushing back on his chest and slapping his hands away again. "Let's do this my way. I need to get in my role so that I can pretend that I'm your mother and you're my son," she said unbuttoning the top button of her blouse to expose more of her cleavage and low cut bra.
As if she had just depressed his incestuous on button, staring from her brown eyes and pretty face to stare down at her cleavage and the top of her exposed bra, he looked at her with invigorated, sexual lust.
"Okay," he said making eye contact with her again. "That will be fun...Mom," he said with a dirty laugh. "Only how will you do this to make it feel real? Seriously, what mother willingly has sex with her son and what son would willingly seduce his mother?"
As if he had depressed her sexual on button too, she returned his look of sexual lust with her look of sexual lust.
"Actually, you'd be surprised," she said giving him a naughty look and a dirty laugh. "Just as lots of sons have sexually fantasized of having incestuous sex with their mothers one time or another, plenty of mothers have sexually fantasized of having incestuous sex with their sons too. It takes two," she said.
As if she was a social scientist who had conducted surveys in the area of mother and son sex, she gave him a knowing smile. He looked at her with as much curiosity as he looked at her with sexual excitement.
"That makes sense," said Chris. "In the way my mother sometimes looks at me, as if giving me the eye, I can see how she'd sexually want me. Yet, just because she sexually wants me or I may be horny enough to sexually want her, lusting over my mother is one thing but actually having sex with her is something else."
She obviously had his interest now.
"Just as there are as many mothers who have had sex with their sons, there are an equal number of sons who have had sex with their mothers," she said with a laugh. "We're all human. Whether we're male or female, we all have the same sexual wants, desires, and needs."
He gave her an insightful look.
"Wow," he said. "I never thought my mother would sexually want me in the way that I'm thinking of her sexually wanting me now."
With her able to control him with just her words and, of course, by the promise of sex, she gave him a knowing smile that he was now ready to play her game.
"The right place and the right time, any mother would willingly have sex with her son just as any son would willingly have sex with his mother. What may begin as comforting support may end up as sex," she said nodding her head. "Actually, as long as the sexual attraction is there, all that it takes if for one or the other or both to be drunk before they end up in bed together," she said with a laugh.
She looked at him while knowing that he was interested in playing her sexy, pretend game of mother and son sex.
"Still if this game is going to work, I need to know what my motivation is to have sex with you," he said as if he was an actor asking for direction and she was his director in charge of making this movie.
She thought while taking a sip of her drink. She held her Martini glass as if it was a movie prop.
"I'll pretend that I'm drunk, not a big stretch for me," she said with a laugh while raising her glass as if in toast before taking another sip of her drink. "I'll pretend that I'm asleep on the couch and you take sexual advantage of me.
He gave her a sexy smile.
"We can both pretend we're drunk," he said. "We can pretend that I came home sexually frustrated from a party and you came home drunk and horny after attending a CFNM affair," he said with a big smile on his face.
She looked at him with confusion.
"CFNM affair? What's that?"
He started chair dancing from his seated position on the couch as if he was a male stripper.
CFNM is short for clothed female and nude male. It's an all-male strip club for women.
Falling into the sexual fantasy, she looked at him as if he really was her son.
"That will work." she said with a laugh. "I'll pretend that I came home drunk, horny, and sexually frustrated. Then, with you thinking that you can take sexual advantage of me, your own mother, you make your incestuous move while I'm pretending to be asleep," she said with a dirty laugh. "While touching me and feeling me, you slowly start undressing me before kissing me," she said touching and feeling herself as if her hands were his hands.
Falling into the incestuous fantasy, he suddenly looked at her as if she really was his mother.
"Okay," he said. "Actually that sounds like fun." He looked at her with lust. "I wish you really were my mother," he said again while sliding a slow finger along her lips. "Whether you were my pretend mother or my real mother, I'd love to have my mother suck my cock. I'd love to cum in my mother's mouth and watch her swallow my cum," he said giving her a sickly deranged look.
Ruth took Christopher's finger in her mouth and sucked it in the way that she'll soon be sucking his cock and in the way she would have sucked her son's cock if he were her son. She resisted when he tried to force her finger deeper in her mouth. As if he wanted her to deep throat his finger, she recoiled.
"Geez, Christopher," she said ejaculating his finger from her mouth with her tongue for her to speak. "You're really getting into this mother and son thing, aren't you? You probably really wish that I was your mother and you were my son," she said with a dirty laugh while wishing he really was her son. "Only, we haven't reached that point of me blowing you yet. Let's get in character first, shall we? You seduce me, your mother, as I'm sleeping on the couch drunk and I'll seduce you, my son, when I awaken."
As they talked, they drank. As they drank, they laughed. Then, they kissed, touched, and felt one another through their clothes. With Christopher forgetting about her game of role play and his incestuous, sexual fantasy of having pretend sex with his mother, he got more serious in lovemaking when he rested his hand on her leg.
In the way she sexually seduced him the first time she invited him home, she sexually seduced her now. He ever so slowly moved his fingers higher along her thigh until his fingertips were beneath the hem of her short skirt and only inches away from her panty clad pussy. With her a more than willing victim, she made no attempt to resist his sexual advances. As if she was a mother who wanted her son to fuck her, she made no attempt to remove his hand from beneath her short skirt and from her naked thigh.
"I love your big tits Mom," he said staring at her cleavage and at the top of her blue, low cut bra. Revealing more of the tops of her meaty breasts, he put a fingertip to the top of her blouse and pulled it forward and down to open it more for a better look at her cleavage. "I love your blue bra." He lifted the hem of her short skirt higher with his finger. "I love your sexy underwear. I love your blue, bikini panties," he said lifting the hem of her skirt higher with his finger.
Feigning her modesty but sexually aroused that he was interested in playing her incestuous, mother and son, sexy, incestuous game of seduction, she closed the top of her blouse with her fingers without buttoning it.
"My underwear?" She feigned her shocked embarrassment while fully aware that he could her panties. "Can you really see my underwear?" She looked down at her lap to see what he could see. "Oh, my. I'm so embarrassed," she said with a dirty laugh.
Sexually teasing him, erotically enticing him, and flashing him even more of her blue, bikini panties, she pulled her short skirt higher and looked down at herself to see what he could see of her. A game they obviously both enjoyed playing, she pulled her skirt down but he left his hand there between her legs with his fingertips in contact with her panty clad pussy. He fingered her pussy through her panty while she fingered his cock through his jeans.
"You're already wet," he said pushing her panty aside with his finger and entering her.
She cooed at first and then she rejected his finger with a shove of his hand with her hand.
"Wait. I'm supposed to be drunk. I'm supposed to be sleeping," she said. "I'll pretend I'm asleep drunk on the couch and you slowly undress me. Okay?"
He gave her a big smile.
"That will work," he said.
Ruth made herself more comfortable on the couch. She put a pillow behind her head, lifted her right knee, and put her left foot on the living room floor. Now, with her legs spread open and her short skirt raised high enough to give Chris access to her panty clad pussy, she closed her eyes as if she was sleeping.
As if he was her son happening upon his drunken, sleeping, horny mother who had just returned home sexually frustrated from an all-male strip show, he slowly and stealthily unbuttoned her blouse as if he was a thief opening a safe. One slow button at a time, he continued unbuttoning his pretend mother's blouse. He exposed her long line of sexy cleavage before exposing the entirety of her sexy, blue, low cub bra. As soon as he had her blouse unbuttoned, he slowly and carefully flayed it open. The tricky part would be unhooking her front snapping bra. Yet, better than a bra with hooks in the back, unhooking her front snapping bra would be easier but would still be difficult, even with her playing along.
Trying his best not to touch any skin with his fingertips, he carefully lifted one side of her bra to unhook it. Once it was unhooked, as if unwrapping an expensive gift, he slowly and carefully parted her bra cups in the way he opened her blouse. With her naked breasts exposed before his horny eyes, even more difficult than controlling himself from not touching her tits and feeling her tits as she pretended to sleep, the hardest part would be removing her panties without awakening her. Yet, even if he awakened her from her feigned sleep, still pretending that she was his mother, she'd no doubt play along with playing the incestuous, mother and son game of pretend with him.
With her abundant breasts totally exposed, slowly and carefully, he lifted her skirt to expose the entire front of her blue, bikini panties. Her panties weren't big enough to hide all of her pubic hair and her bushy mound filled her panties as if she was hiding a small fury animal in her underwear. A sight that obviously sexually excited him to see, she had quite the dark, brown bush.
Only, ruining his little game, as soon as her panties were exposed, Ruth opened her eyes. Obviously not wanting the game to be over, she surprised him by awakening. By the disappointed look on his face, he was no doubt hoping that she'd pretend to still be asleep while he had his wicked sexual way with her hot MILF of a body. With him looking at her as if she really was his mother, she looked at him as if he really was her son.
"Chris," she said feigning a yawn and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "When did you get home? I must have fallen asleep on the couch. I'm never been so drunk," she said with a feigned, drunken laugh. Then, with her big tits totally exposed to his horny eyes, she looked down at her blouse and bra that were pushed wide open and her skirt that was hiked up to her waist. "What the Hell are you doing?"
While staying in character and obviously not wanting the game to end, just when he got to the fun part, he took a moment to think of what to say.
"I, um, came home and saw you sleeping on the couch. I, um, was going to undress you, put on your nightgown, and carry you to bed," he said acting as if his pretenses were all so very innocent.
As pretending to be too drunk to believe what she saw of herself the first time, she looked down at herself again before looking at him aghast. As if she was an actress playing the role of his mother, she looked at him with embarrassment and shame. Only, she was no Florence Henderson from The Brady Bunch. She was more akin to Norma Bates, Norman Bates' mother from the Bates Motel.
"Undress me? You were undressing me? Oh, my God. I'm all exposed," she said feigning her embarrassment and pushing down her short skirt. She pulled her blouse over her naked breasts. "I'm so embarrassed," she said verbalizing her false modesty. "How can you do that to me? I'm your mother. I'm not some drunken whore," she said even though she was a drunken whore.
He moved her hands away from her breasts and opened her blouse to expose her naked breasts to his horny eyes again.
"Don't be embarrassed Mother," he said. "I'm just going to get you ready for bed. It's nothing that I haven't seen before."
She looked at him aghast.
"It's nothing you haven't seen before? You've seen me naked before?" Playing her part as if she was vying for an Academy Award, she looked at him with shocked embarrassment. "Oh, my God. I don't believe you've seen me naked."
He rolled his eyes and sighed.
"I've seen you naked many times Mother when you were in your room with the door open dressing or undressing or taking a bath with the bathroom door open and you didn't know that I was home," he said. "I, um, didn't want you to know that I was there standing on the stairs in the dark hallway. I didn't want you to think that I was peeping on you," he said when obviously he was in this pretend game of mother and son incest. "I didn't want to embarrass you so I waited until you were done dressing or undressing before making my presence known."
She looked at him as if she was really embarrassed. She looked at him in the way that any woman would look at a peeping Tom, even when that peeping Tom was her son, especially when that peeping Tom was her son.
"You peeped on me, your own mother? How could you? Why would you?"
As if she really was his mother instead of his lover, he looked at her with incestuous lust.
"I did peep on you and I'm not sorry that I saw you naked," he said. "I masturbated over all that I saw of you, too," he said obviously finding courage in his impromptu, incestuous confession to tell her all of his forbidden, incestuous behavior.
Now with her offering no resistance, after having played her little, incestuous game of pretend, he removed her blouse and her front bra that was already unsnapped. Next he unbuttoned and unzipped her short skirt. He lifted her butt to gently ease down her skirt before doing the same with her blue, bikini panties. Naked now, she had with one knee raised on the couch and her other foot was flat on the floor. With her knees spread, her bushy, brown pussy was totally exposed to her pretend son. He stared at her and her naked pussy in the way that she stared at him and his jean covered cock.
"What about you?"
Getting into playing their little, pretend incestuous game, she gave him a sexy look of seduction.
"What about me?"
He returned her sexy look.
"Aren't you going to undress too? Aren't you going to get naked so that I can put you to bed too," said Ruth with a dirty laugh. "Maybe I can undress you too in readiness for bed," she said.
In the way he had undressed her, she started undressing him. She unbuttoned and removed his shirt and tee shirt before reaching down to unbutton and unbuckle his pants. He cooperated in helping her undress him by lifting his butt for her to pull down his jeans and underwear. He kicked off his sneakers for her to remove his pants and underwear. Then, he removed his socks. With the both of them naked, and their little game of mother and son pretend incest temporarily over, they now reverted back to being lovers of a younger man with an older woman.
"Get me another drink, Chris," said Ruth finishing the last sip of her third Martini.
She handed him her empty Martini glass and when he reached for her glass, she gave his naked cock a squeeze with her other hand when he stood. He stared at her naked body in the way that she was staring at his naked body. She took a sip of her drink as soon as he handed her the Martini and put the glass down on the table beside her. Then, she kissed him. Kissing and kissing him as if they were boyfriend and girlfriend, husband and wife, or truly mother and son, they made out as if they were horny teenagers.
While he fondled her naked breasts and fingered her erect nipples, she fondled his erect cock. Obviously horny from playing their mother and son pretend game, he already had quite the erection. Then, when he reached down to finger her pussy, with her not needing anymore foreplay, she was already wet and ready.
"Fuck me, Chris. Stick that big, hard, hairy cock inside of Mommy's cunt," she said surprising him when she continued playing their game of incest. "Fuck me. Pretend you're fucking your mother while fucking me," she said whispering her words in his ear before licking the inside of his ear and blowing in his ear. "Then, after you fuck me, after you make me cum, I'll pretend I'm your mother while sucking your prick," said Ruth whispering in his ear again as if she was telling him a sexy secret.
Chris moved between her legs what were already spread wide open for him. As soon as the head of his hard cock touched the lips of her pussy, as if pushing her dildo inside of her pussy, she reached her hand down and stuffed him inside of her. She was so wet and when his hard cock easily slid inside of her, the sensation of him entering her and filling her temporarily, sexually satisfied her. Then, once his prick was deeper inside her, he humped her. Humping her harder and humping her faster, he was fucking Ruth as if he was fucking his mother. Arching his back, he reared up his head and in the way there bodies were so tensely stiff, they mimicked the shape of a clothespin.
Humping and humping, Chris continued humping Ruth harder and faster. Keeping time to his body slamming into her, her breasts bounced as if moving to music. Obviously determined to make her cum, he wanted to give her an orgasm. Obviously determined to make her cum, he wanted to sexually please her so that she'd reciprocate the favor and sexually pleasure him.
He continued pounding her shapely body into the soft couch. Obviously, Ruth needed the energetic body of a young man to make her cum. She needed a man who could not only last more than a few minutes while fucking her but also she needed a man who could maintain a stiff erection. With Chris good looking also, his good looks added to her sexual excitement. In the way she no doubt imagined kissing her pretend son, she continued kissing him while he continued fucking her.
"Oh, my God. That's it. Don't stop. I'm cumming Chris. I'm cumming. I'm going to cum. Mommy is cumming," she said whispering her sexual excitement in his ear again. "Fuck me, Chris. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Fuck me faster. Fuck your mother. Fuck Mommy."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and wrapped her long legs around his back as he continued fucking and fucking her. As if he was fucking a firm pillow positioned on the couch, in the way that Ruth's body was beneath him and wrapped around Chris, they looked like an upside down turtle. Fucking and fucking her, he continued fucking her while she returned his humps.
Then, when she tensed her body a minute before going limp, it was over. Instead of screaming out her sexual pleasure and yelling out his name, Ruth had a silent orgasm. Chris moved off of her to move beside her. As if they had just finished a naked workout, they were both sweating and out of breath. They stayed like that holding one another and lightly kissing while he continued fondling her breasts and fingering her nipples and she fondled his cock while slowly stroking him for him to maintain his erection.
"I need a cigarette before I suck you," she said.
As if he was her manservant, he reached out his hand to grab her cigarettes and lighter. Taking a cigarette out of the pack he put it to his lips and lit the end of it with her lighter before handing the cigarette to her. Chris didn't smoke but he respected her need for a cigarette, especially at a time like this, right after having sex and just before she was going to suck him.
As if sending smoke signals to the Gods of sex, she took a few big inhales to send up a cloud of blue smoke over them. Then, she took another long sip of her drink before sliding her naked body halfway down his naked body. She took him in her hand to stroke him to a harder erection while kissing his cock and licking his cock. Then, while staring up at him with her big, brown, beautiful eyes, she took him in her mouth. Sucking and sucking him while continuing to stare up at him, she sucked him as if she was his mother and he was her son.
"Suck my cock, Mom. Blow me," he said putting both of his hands to the side of her head and humping her mouth as if he was humping a pumpkin with a hole carved in it for a mouth to fit his cock.
He moved her head up and down on his stiff prick while he humped her mouth and fucked her face.
"I love sucking your cock, Chris. Mommy loves blowing her son," said Ruth.
As soon as she said Mommy loves blowing her son, Chris released a load of cum in Ruth's mouth. What Ruth wouldn't do for her husband, she willingly and lovingly did for this young man she had picked up at the mall. Not only did she suck him but also she allowed him to cum in her mouth. Not only did she allow him to cum in her mouth but also she swallowed his cum. As sad as it was true, denying her husband the use of her mouth, her own husband had never experienced the sexual pleasure of cumming in his wife's mouth to watch her swallow his cum.
To be continued...
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45-year-old Ruth picks up 25-year-old Chris at the mall.
"Here you are doll," said Chris leaning down to give Ruth a smooch before handing her another Martini.
Christopher handed Ruth her drink. She took a sip and put the drink on a coaster beside her on the side table next to the couch. With him standing in front of her while she was sitting on the couch, she wrapped her hands around his ass, pulled him to her, and kissed the bulging impression in his jeans while staring up at him. Then, a sexy game she liked playing, she held out her arms as if Chris was her long lost son and she was his not so innocent, incestuous mother.
With Ruth 45-years-old and with Chris 25-years-old, they could have been mother and son. Only, they weren't mother and son or even aunt and nephew. They weren't even related and Ruth's sexual relationship wasn't incestuous just extramarital. He was just another man in a long line of young lovers who preferred having sex with older women. With her sharing the reverse order of his sexual preference, she was an older woman who preferred having sex with younger men. What worked for him, worked for her too.
With absolutely nothing in common between them other than enjoying one another's company while having a few drinks, sharing some laughs, and having a good, sexual time, he was just another young lover to her with money enough to buy her booze. No doubt, she was just another older woman to him who'd willingly give him sex for a bottle of gin and a bottle of vermouth. They were strangers who met at the mall and who had become passionate lovers. There together for a moment in time until they moved on to someone else, they were strangers who filled their lonely, empty lives with sex, laughter, and drunkenness.
Fishing for men while flashing men, Ruth used her God given femininity and sexuality to catch a nibble, a bite, and hopefully a lick, a suck, and a fuck. Her well tested and successfully proven way of first attracting a man's interest to her was by sitting open legged at the food court with her skirt raised past mid-thigh. As if she was Moses parting the Red Sea with a wave of his holy hand, Ruth parted the food court with the spread of her unholy knees. With the food court usually crowded, especially in the middle section, men moved their seats to the far side for a better between her legs view of her. She created quite the ruckus of chairs sliding across the tile floor while horny men jockeyed for the best position to see all that she was showing. Pretending that she didn't know she was so exposed and was the focused attention of so many horny and sexually interested men, Ruth deliberately and unmercifully flashed dozens of men her panties while eating her sandwich.
Giving them a real panty show, she acted oblivious to the stares of those men who ogled her panties while she sat there with her knees parted. Then when she realized that one man in particular stared harder and stayed longer for the view she was giving him, she finished her lunch and stood up to leave. Wiggling her tight, shapely ass while sashaying by him while reeling him in hook, line, and sinker, he had already passed the first part of her seduction test by staring between her legs at her panties. Now she hoped he'd follow her where she needed to take him for more of her show of voyeurism and exhibitionism. Then, when she caught his reflection behind her in the store window, she was happy that he had taken her bait and was walking a few paces behind her.
Motivating him to stay for more of her sexy show, she flashed him her panties again while she was in the shoe store trying on boots a size too small. She enticed him to further follow her through the mall by taking the escalator up to the second level. Knowing he was a few steps behind her and knowing she'd be flashing him an even better view of her panties, she bent at the waist on the escalator on the pretense of fixing her shoe. Her short skirt climbed higher as she bent further forward and as he moved up the escalator with her while behind her.
Acting as if she didn't know that he could see up her short skirt from his lower vantage point on the escalator, she remained in that bent at the waist position longer than necessary. Wanting to give him a good look of her panty clad pussy, this was her well-practiced flashing move that commanded the sexual interest of all men. She knew that if he made it this far, he'd be following her wherever she wanted him to go. Chances were good that if he made it this far, he'd be coming home with her for some sexy, role playing games and some hot sex.
Her ultimate flashing place and where she wanted him to go with her was to the women's clothing store. The culmination of her flashing him peeks of what he shouldn't see of another man's woman, a married woman, began and ended at the only clothing store in the mall that still had curtains on the dressing rooms. That clothing store was her favorite place to go when exposing herself to a young man she hoped would follow her home. Once she was inside the store, using the mirrors to monitor him throughout the store, she knew he'd be there watching her and peeping on her as soon as she walked behind the dressing room curtain.
As she did with all young men, leaving the curtain partially open, she gave him a show of voyeurism and exhibitionism that he'd never forget. As if she was a stripper performing onstage, unbeknownst to her husband, Ruth was an exhibitionist. While pretending she didn't know they could see as much of her as she wanted them to see, she loved showing men bits and pieces of her underwear clad body. While showing young men all that she wanted them to see of her, she loved sexually teasing and erotically enticing men.
As if he was already her lover, she enjoyed stripping off her clothes for her audience of a select, young man who interested her and who was obviously attracted enough to her to follow her this far. Sexually teasing him by undressing in front of him, she pretended she didn't know her dressing room curtain was open enough for him to see her in all manner of undress. A sexy game she loved playing, she acted as if she was unaware that anyone was peeping on her.
With the dressing room curtain safeguarding her feigned modesty while undressing, she loved showing men she didn't even know and had yet to meet, her bra clad breasts and even her naked breasts. She loved showing men she didn't even know and had yet to meet, her panty clad ass and pussy, and even her naked ass and pussy. No man had ever gone this far in her voyeuristic and exhibitionistic, sexual seduction of him and not approached her before she got in her car and drove away. No man who was attracted to an older woman would ever let her get away without trying to put the moves on her and have sex with her. With men so oblivious to the games that women play, if only they knew that she was the one putting the moves on them, wouldn't they be surprised?
In the way she waited for all of the other men to make their sexual moves, she fumbled through her purse on the pretense of looking for her car keys while waiting for him to approach her. Always they did. When he finally approached her in the parking lot, not shy in her sexual seduction of him, she invited him home. Her extramarital dalliance was a win/win sexual proposition for both. He was going to have sex with a woman old enough to be his mother and she was going to have sex with a man young enough to be her son.
Filled with alcohol and garnished with two olives, her Martinis wouldn't be the only intoxicating thing on her sexual menu. Adorned by a man's hard, hairy cock and two dangling testicles in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy, she'd be intoxicated with sex. If only this young men knew what he was in for, he'd hang around the mall every day trying to score with older women, women who were old enough to be his mother. With older women more willing to give it up, if only he knew that many older women were more sexual than many younger women. With that truth in mind, unless he was ready to settle down and get married, he'd never approach another younger woman again.
Ruth was Jay's wife, the woman of another man, and Chris was just a neighborhood young man who enjoyed meeting, picking up, and having casual, sexual affairs with married, older women he met at the mall. At the right place and the right time, he just happened to be at the mall with her that day. With their daughter, Kim, gone for the weekend with friends, Ruth was free to sexually entertain Chris. With Jay not expected home from his business trip to Japan until late tomorrow night, Ruth had the whole house to herself to romantically, sexually, and seductively entertain her special, young man.
Obviously with the alcohol flowing freely and with her dressed in a sexy, short skirt, low cut blouse, bikini panties, and front snapping bra, she was his for the taking. Besides, he had already seen most of her shapely figure with her flashing her nearly naked body behind her partially closed dressing room curtain at the mall. Moreover, not the first time they've sexually been together, seemingly Ruth had grown a sudden and special fondness for Chris. Actually, with Ruth a drunk and a whore, she had a particular fondness for any young man who had a big, hard, hairy prick, especially a man who plied her with gin and vermouth.
She particularly like Christopher because he was good looking and was politely good natured with a fun sense of humor, something she thought her husband lacked. Her husband, a physical chemist, a university professor, and now a top executive of a Fortune 500 company was much too serious for her. Seemingly he had matured and grown older while she remained the same psychologically immature age that she was twenty years ago. With her brain pickled in alcohol that stunted her maturity, even though she was 45-years-old chronologically, in her mind, she still felt as if she was 25-years-old.
With her so very sexually attracted to young men, if she had a son, she'd want him to be just like Christopher. If she had a son, she probably would have had sex with him in the way she was about to have sex with Chris now. If she had a son, perhaps she'd be having sex with him instead of going to the mall looking for young men. If she had a son, she would have sexually and incestuously molested him in the way her brothers sexually and incestuously molested her.
Too busy with his work, traveling, and making money, according to Ruth, her husband was no fun. According to Ruth, Jay had turned into a fuddy-duddy and an old man. He didn't even drink anymore. No doubt with him thinking that she's a drunk, which she is, and a whore, which she is that too, he seldom even talked to her. They no longer shared the physical, emotional, and sexual excitement they once had and that inflamed their relationship when they were dating and before they were married. Now married too long in a bad marriage, instead of continuing this lunacy, they should have called it quits and divorced years ago.
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"Let's play a game," she said looking at Chris with sexual enthusiasm while covering the couch with a sheet.
As if he was too old and too horny for games, not even asking what the game was and giving the game a chance, Chris made a disinterested face. When he was about to have sex with her, the last thing that he wanted do was to play a silly game but Ruth enjoyed playing games. With her having had sex with so very many young men, she needed to play her sexy games of pretend incest to maintain her sexual interest. She needed something a little more than just a young body and a hard cock. Never enlisting her husband in her games of role playing and pretend, she saved all of her games and game playing for her young lovers.
"A game? What kind of game? Sex is the only game that I want to play," he said reaching out his horny hands to grope her ample breast through her blouse and finger her big nipples through her bra.
He continued feeling her breasts through her bra while coaxing her brown, gumdrop sized nipples to make their appearance with their hard impressions. She allowed him to feel her breast through her clothes but, not wanting him to prematurely ruin her game of debauchery and her incestuous fun of pretend, she wasn't ready to have sex with him just yet. With her having sex with so very many different young men over the years, having sex for the sake of getting her fix of alcohol and for the sake of having sex sometimes grew boring. Playing a sexy game maintained her sexual interest. Playing a sexy game with a hot, young man made her feel wanted, needed, and sexually desired. She needed the emotional and sexual excitement along with the erotic detachment of her current marital situation by pretending that she was his mother and he was her son.
Seemingly an easy thing for her to do, she had a knack for finding young men who sexually fantasized of having sex with their mothers. As if she was his mother and he was her son, she slapped his hands away from her breasts. With her not yet ready to be taken but wanting to be slowly, savagely, and seductively seduced, she wanted this night to be special. She wanted this night to be as romantic as it was sexual and as forbidden as it was erotic.
With this was her last weekend alone before her husband returned home late Sunday evening, not wanting to rush anything, she wanted to take this sexual seduction slow. She wanted to give herself something to masturbate over later. She wanted to take the memory of Chris to bed with her later when her husband was home and asleep and snoring beside her. She needed the sexual memory of tonight to sustain her until she hunted the mall for another sexually interest, young man.
"Stop. You're going too fast. You're going to ruin my game," she said with impatient annoyance.
For the sake of her giving him hot sex, he shrugged his indifference before nodding his agreement.
"Okay, I'm game," he said. "I'll behave. What's the game you'd like to play?"
As if she was the cat who just ate the canary, she took another sip of her drink before giving him a look of sexual excitement. Then, giving him a Cheshire catlike grin, she took his hand in hers and kissed it. A game she liked to play was a sexy game that she hoped that he'd enjoy playing too. She's never had sex with a young man who didn't wish he was having sex with his mother. With her old enough to be his mother and him young enough to be her son, he wouldn't be here with her now, if he didn't sexually fantasize about having sex with his mother.
"Being that I didn't have a son but always wanted one," she said pausing to give him a sexy look. "I'd like to pretend that you're my son and I'm your mother. I like playing that sexy game of forbidden incest," she said giving him another sexy look. "Even if it's just a game of pretend and role playing, the thought of having forbidden, incestuous sex with the son I've never had has always appealed to me."
Seemingly having already grown bored with their sexual affairs, she had already progressed and successfully played this game of incestuous pretend with other young men Christopher's age before. Moreover, with him already confessing his sexual mother and son fantasies to her during their numerous sessions of pillow talk, she knew that he fantasized about having sex with a mother figure. She knew that he looked at her as if she was more than his lover but his mother.
"I wish you were my mother," he said with a sudden burst of amplified sexual excitement while reaching out to feel her breasts and finger her nipples through her clothes again.
She looked up at him before looking down at his hands touching her breasts and feeling her breasts while his fingers felt her nipples. As if he was her naughty, incestuous son, she took his hands in hers and moved them from her breasts to hold them in her lap. Containing him by confining his horny hands, she needed to scold him as if he was her son.
"You'd never disrespect your mother by groping her in such an incestuously, sexual, and inappropriate way, would you?"
She gave him a naughty look and he returned her look with his mischievous smile.
"If my mother looked anything like you, was as sexy as you, and sucked cock as good as you do, fuck yeah, I'd be feeling my mother's tits. I'd be groping my mother and having sex with her every day," he said giving her a sexy look. "I wish you were my mother, Ruth," he said again.
She laughed while returning his sexy look. Seemingly he was enjoying playing this sexy game of imagined incest.
"Well, I'm not your mother but we can pretend that I am. We're not even related but we can pretend that we are," she said with a dirty laugh. "Yet, I'm talking about you groping your real mother. Before being sexually intimate with your mother, even your pretend mother, you wouldn't disrespect your mother by feeling her tits and fingering her nipples through her clothes, now would you?"
He looked at her as if she was nuts until a glimmer of sexual excitement flashed across his face. In the way she hooked him on her fishing line in the mall with her flashing him her underwear and parts of her naked body, she hooked him again now by the prospect of playing an incestuous, sexual game. How many women would allow another woman in their bed and in their head, especially a man's mother, even if that other woman was nothing more than a figment of their imagination and just a role playing, pretend mother?
"My mother? You're right. I'd never grope my mother. Eww, gross," he said with a laugh. "My mother looks nothing like you. She's short, fat, and homely. If my mother looked anything like you, tall, shapely, and pretty I would have tried to have sex with her long ago," he said with a dirty laugh.
She looked at him with as much sexual lust as he looked at her with sexual excitement. She knew by the bulge that grew in his jeans that he was thinking of her not only as his lover but also as his mother. With him not protesting in playing this particular sexy game, she knew that he wanted to play this pretend game of incest as much as she wanted to play this pretend game of incest. Just as she had piqued his sexual interest in her at the mall with her flashing him, now that they were in her house, in her living room, and on her couch, she had piqued his sexual interest in her again with her incestuous game.
"If I had a son who looked like you, I would have had sex with him long ago too," she said. "If I had a son who looked anything like you, I would have flashed him my underwear clad, topless, and/or naked body numerous times," she said with a dirty laugh. "If I had a son who looked like you, I'd make it my personal mission to see his cock, to touch his cock, to stroke his cock, to suck his cock, and to fuck his cock," she said feeling his erection through his jeans.
Indeed, as if she was his mother and he was her son, she leaned into him to part his lips with her tongue. She gave him a long, wet kiss before he pulled away from her to speak. Obviously already sexually excited playing this pretend mother and son game, he stared at her before speaking.
"But you're not my mother and I'm not your son," said Chris with some attitude before showing his obvious disappointment.
Acting hesitant and a bit resistant to getting his head in the game, he seemed somewhat annoyed that she was pushing his sexual, incestuous buttons. Obviously Ruth had stumbled upon secret, uncharted, sexual ground. Maybe he does imagine having sex with his mother. Maybe he masturbates to the imagined images of seeing his mother naked and/or to the imagined images of his mother seeing him naked. Maybe he imagines that she's his mother. It's only normal for a son to be sexually attracted to his mother, no matter what his mother looks like, even if she's short, fat, and/or ugly and even if just playing a game of pretend. Every young man wants to have sex with his mother, even his surrogate mother, one time or another.
"That's where the game of pretend begins. You pretend that I'm your mother and I pretend you're my son. If I had a son who looked like you, I'd fuck and suck him every day," she said.
She leaned into him and kissed him again. He broke off her kiss to speak again and to show her that he agreed to play her game.
"I love you, Mommy," he said with a nervous laugh to obviously mask his incestuous excitement.
Taking her kiss as his cue that she wanted to have sex now, he returned her kiss while feeling her breasts through her blouse and fingering her nipples through her bra again. He couldn't help himself from feeling her tits and fingering her nipples through her clothes. She had a nice rack for an older woman. Something she denied her husband from feeling on the pretense that her nipples were always sore and sensitive, her nipples were never sore or sensitive for her young lovers to finger and suck. Seemingly as if he was kissing his mother instead of Ruth, he parted her lips and impaled her mouth with his tongue to give her a long, wet, passionate kiss.
"Stop. Wait," she said pushing back on his chest and slapping his hands away again. "Let's do this my way. I need to get in my role so that I can pretend that I'm your mother and you're my son," she said unbuttoning the top button of her blouse to expose more of her cleavage and low cut bra.
As if she had just depressed his incestuous on button, staring from her brown eyes and pretty face to stare down at her cleavage and the top of her exposed bra, he looked at her with invigorated, sexual lust.
"Okay," he said making eye contact with her again. "That will be fun...Mom," he said with a dirty laugh. "Only how will you do this to make it feel real? Seriously, what mother willingly has sex with her son and what son would willingly seduce his mother?"
As if he had depressed her sexual on button too, she returned his look of sexual lust with her look of sexual lust.
"Actually, you'd be surprised," she said giving him a naughty look and a dirty laugh. "Just as lots of sons have sexually fantasized of having incestuous sex with their mothers one time or another, plenty of mothers have sexually fantasized of having incestuous sex with their sons too. It takes two," she said.
As if she was a social scientist who had conducted surveys in the area of mother and son sex, she gave him a knowing smile. He looked at her with as much curiosity as he looked at her with sexual excitement.
"That makes sense," said Chris. "In the way my mother sometimes looks at me, as if giving me the eye, I can see how she'd sexually want me. Yet, just because she sexually wants me or I may be horny enough to sexually want her, lusting over my mother is one thing but actually having sex with her is something else."
She obviously had his interest now.
"Just as there are as many mothers who have had sex with their sons, there are an equal number of sons who have had sex with their mothers," she said with a laugh. "We're all human. Whether we're male or female, we all have the same sexual wants, desires, and needs."
He gave her an insightful look.
"Wow," he said. "I never thought my mother would sexually want me in the way that I'm thinking of her sexually wanting me now."
With her able to control him with just her words and, of course, by the promise of sex, she gave him a knowing smile that he was now ready to play her game.
"The right place and the right time, any mother would willingly have sex with her son just as any son would willingly have sex with his mother. What may begin as comforting support may end up as sex," she said nodding her head. "Actually, as long as the sexual attraction is there, all that it takes if for one or the other or both to be drunk before they end up in bed together," she said with a laugh.
She looked at him while knowing that he was interested in playing her sexy, pretend game of mother and son sex.
"Still if this game is going to work, I need to know what my motivation is to have sex with you," he said as if he was an actor asking for direction and she was his director in charge of making this movie.
She thought while taking a sip of her drink. She held her Martini glass as if it was a movie prop.
"I'll pretend that I'm drunk, not a big stretch for me," she said with a laugh while raising her glass as if in toast before taking another sip of her drink. "I'll pretend that I'm asleep on the couch and you take sexual advantage of me.
He gave her a sexy smile.
"We can both pretend we're drunk," he said. "We can pretend that I came home sexually frustrated from a party and you came home drunk and horny after attending a CFNM affair," he said with a big smile on his face.
She looked at him with confusion.
"CFNM affair? What's that?"
He started chair dancing from his seated position on the couch as if he was a male stripper.
CFNM is short for clothed female and nude male. It's an all-male strip club for women.
Falling into the sexual fantasy, she looked at him as if he really was her son.
"That will work." she said with a laugh. "I'll pretend that I came home drunk, horny, and sexually frustrated. Then, with you thinking that you can take sexual advantage of me, your own mother, you make your incestuous move while I'm pretending to be asleep," she said with a dirty laugh. "While touching me and feeling me, you slowly start undressing me before kissing me," she said touching and feeling herself as if her hands were his hands.
Falling into the incestuous fantasy, he suddenly looked at her as if she really was his mother.
"Okay," he said. "Actually that sounds like fun." He looked at her with lust. "I wish you really were my mother," he said again while sliding a slow finger along her lips. "Whether you were my pretend mother or my real mother, I'd love to have my mother suck my cock. I'd love to cum in my mother's mouth and watch her swallow my cum," he said giving her a sickly deranged look.
Ruth took Christopher's finger in her mouth and sucked it in the way that she'll soon be sucking his cock and in the way she would have sucked her son's cock if he were her son. She resisted when he tried to force her finger deeper in her mouth. As if he wanted her to deep throat his finger, she recoiled.
"Geez, Christopher," she said ejaculating his finger from her mouth with her tongue for her to speak. "You're really getting into this mother and son thing, aren't you? You probably really wish that I was your mother and you were my son," she said with a dirty laugh while wishing he really was her son. "Only, we haven't reached that point of me blowing you yet. Let's get in character first, shall we? You seduce me, your mother, as I'm sleeping on the couch drunk and I'll seduce you, my son, when I awaken."
As they talked, they drank. As they drank, they laughed. Then, they kissed, touched, and felt one another through their clothes. With Christopher forgetting about her game of role play and his incestuous, sexual fantasy of having pretend sex with his mother, he got more serious in lovemaking when he rested his hand on her leg.
In the way she sexually seduced him the first time she invited him home, she sexually seduced her now. He ever so slowly moved his fingers higher along her thigh until his fingertips were beneath the hem of her short skirt and only inches away from her panty clad pussy. With her a more than willing victim, she made no attempt to resist his sexual advances. As if she was a mother who wanted her son to fuck her, she made no attempt to remove his hand from beneath her short skirt and from her naked thigh.
"I love your big tits Mom," he said staring at her cleavage and at the top of her blue, low cut bra. Revealing more of the tops of her meaty breasts, he put a fingertip to the top of her blouse and pulled it forward and down to open it more for a better look at her cleavage. "I love your blue bra." He lifted the hem of her short skirt higher with his finger. "I love your sexy underwear. I love your blue, bikini panties," he said lifting the hem of her skirt higher with his finger.
Feigning her modesty but sexually aroused that he was interested in playing her incestuous, mother and son, sexy, incestuous game of seduction, she closed the top of her blouse with her fingers without buttoning it.
"My underwear?" She feigned her shocked embarrassment while fully aware that he could her panties. "Can you really see my underwear?" She looked down at her lap to see what he could see. "Oh, my. I'm so embarrassed," she said with a dirty laugh.
Sexually teasing him, erotically enticing him, and flashing him even more of her blue, bikini panties, she pulled her short skirt higher and looked down at herself to see what he could see of her. A game they obviously both enjoyed playing, she pulled her skirt down but he left his hand there between her legs with his fingertips in contact with her panty clad pussy. He fingered her pussy through her panty while she fingered his cock through his jeans.
"You're already wet," he said pushing her panty aside with his finger and entering her.
She cooed at first and then she rejected his finger with a shove of his hand with her hand.
"Wait. I'm supposed to be drunk. I'm supposed to be sleeping," she said. "I'll pretend I'm asleep drunk on the couch and you slowly undress me. Okay?"
He gave her a big smile.
"That will work," he said.
Ruth made herself more comfortable on the couch. She put a pillow behind her head, lifted her right knee, and put her left foot on the living room floor. Now, with her legs spread open and her short skirt raised high enough to give Chris access to her panty clad pussy, she closed her eyes as if she was sleeping.
As if he was her son happening upon his drunken, sleeping, horny mother who had just returned home sexually frustrated from an all-male strip show, he slowly and stealthily unbuttoned her blouse as if he was a thief opening a safe. One slow button at a time, he continued unbuttoning his pretend mother's blouse. He exposed her long line of sexy cleavage before exposing the entirety of her sexy, blue, low cub bra. As soon as he had her blouse unbuttoned, he slowly and carefully flayed it open. The tricky part would be unhooking her front snapping bra. Yet, better than a bra with hooks in the back, unhooking her front snapping bra would be easier but would still be difficult, even with her playing along.
Trying his best not to touch any skin with his fingertips, he carefully lifted one side of her bra to unhook it. Once it was unhooked, as if unwrapping an expensive gift, he slowly and carefully parted her bra cups in the way he opened her blouse. With her naked breasts exposed before his horny eyes, even more difficult than controlling himself from not touching her tits and feeling her tits as she pretended to sleep, the hardest part would be removing her panties without awakening her. Yet, even if he awakened her from her feigned sleep, still pretending that she was his mother, she'd no doubt play along with playing the incestuous, mother and son game of pretend with him.
With her abundant breasts totally exposed, slowly and carefully, he lifted her skirt to expose the entire front of her blue, bikini panties. Her panties weren't big enough to hide all of her pubic hair and her bushy mound filled her panties as if she was hiding a small fury animal in her underwear. A sight that obviously sexually excited him to see, she had quite the dark, brown bush.
Only, ruining his little game, as soon as her panties were exposed, Ruth opened her eyes. Obviously not wanting the game to be over, she surprised him by awakening. By the disappointed look on his face, he was no doubt hoping that she'd pretend to still be asleep while he had his wicked sexual way with her hot MILF of a body. With him looking at her as if she really was his mother, she looked at him as if he really was her son.
"Chris," she said feigning a yawn and rubbing the sleep from her eyes. "When did you get home? I must have fallen asleep on the couch. I'm never been so drunk," she said with a feigned, drunken laugh. Then, with her big tits totally exposed to his horny eyes, she looked down at her blouse and bra that were pushed wide open and her skirt that was hiked up to her waist. "What the Hell are you doing?"
While staying in character and obviously not wanting the game to end, just when he got to the fun part, he took a moment to think of what to say.
"I, um, came home and saw you sleeping on the couch. I, um, was going to undress you, put on your nightgown, and carry you to bed," he said acting as if his pretenses were all so very innocent.
As pretending to be too drunk to believe what she saw of herself the first time, she looked down at herself again before looking at him aghast. As if she was an actress playing the role of his mother, she looked at him with embarrassment and shame. Only, she was no Florence Henderson from The Brady Bunch. She was more akin to Norma Bates, Norman Bates' mother from the Bates Motel.
"Undress me? You were undressing me? Oh, my God. I'm all exposed," she said feigning her embarrassment and pushing down her short skirt. She pulled her blouse over her naked breasts. "I'm so embarrassed," she said verbalizing her false modesty. "How can you do that to me? I'm your mother. I'm not some drunken whore," she said even though she was a drunken whore.
He moved her hands away from her breasts and opened her blouse to expose her naked breasts to his horny eyes again.
"Don't be embarrassed Mother," he said. "I'm just going to get you ready for bed. It's nothing that I haven't seen before."
She looked at him aghast.
"It's nothing you haven't seen before? You've seen me naked before?" Playing her part as if she was vying for an Academy Award, she looked at him with shocked embarrassment. "Oh, my God. I don't believe you've seen me naked."
He rolled his eyes and sighed.
"I've seen you naked many times Mother when you were in your room with the door open dressing or undressing or taking a bath with the bathroom door open and you didn't know that I was home," he said. "I, um, didn't want you to know that I was there standing on the stairs in the dark hallway. I didn't want you to think that I was peeping on you," he said when obviously he was in this pretend game of mother and son incest. "I didn't want to embarrass you so I waited until you were done dressing or undressing before making my presence known."
She looked at him as if she was really embarrassed. She looked at him in the way that any woman would look at a peeping Tom, even when that peeping Tom was her son, especially when that peeping Tom was her son.
"You peeped on me, your own mother? How could you? Why would you?"
As if she really was his mother instead of his lover, he looked at her with incestuous lust.
"I did peep on you and I'm not sorry that I saw you naked," he said. "I masturbated over all that I saw of you, too," he said obviously finding courage in his impromptu, incestuous confession to tell her all of his forbidden, incestuous behavior.
Now with her offering no resistance, after having played her little, incestuous game of pretend, he removed her blouse and her front bra that was already unsnapped. Next he unbuttoned and unzipped her short skirt. He lifted her butt to gently ease down her skirt before doing the same with her blue, bikini panties. Naked now, she had with one knee raised on the couch and her other foot was flat on the floor. With her knees spread, her bushy, brown pussy was totally exposed to her pretend son. He stared at her and her naked pussy in the way that she stared at him and his jean covered cock.
"What about you?"
Getting into playing their little, pretend incestuous game, she gave him a sexy look of seduction.
"What about me?"
He returned her sexy look.
"Aren't you going to undress too? Aren't you going to get naked so that I can put you to bed too," said Ruth with a dirty laugh. "Maybe I can undress you too in readiness for bed," she said.
In the way he had undressed her, she started undressing him. She unbuttoned and removed his shirt and tee shirt before reaching down to unbutton and unbuckle his pants. He cooperated in helping her undress him by lifting his butt for her to pull down his jeans and underwear. He kicked off his sneakers for her to remove his pants and underwear. Then, he removed his socks. With the both of them naked, and their little game of mother and son pretend incest temporarily over, they now reverted back to being lovers of a younger man with an older woman.
"Get me another drink, Chris," said Ruth finishing the last sip of her third Martini.
She handed him her empty Martini glass and when he reached for her glass, she gave his naked cock a squeeze with her other hand when he stood. He stared at her naked body in the way that she was staring at his naked body. She took a sip of her drink as soon as he handed her the Martini and put the glass down on the table beside her. Then, she kissed him. Kissing and kissing him as if they were boyfriend and girlfriend, husband and wife, or truly mother and son, they made out as if they were horny teenagers.
While he fondled her naked breasts and fingered her erect nipples, she fondled his erect cock. Obviously horny from playing their mother and son pretend game, he already had quite the erection. Then, when he reached down to finger her pussy, with her not needing anymore foreplay, she was already wet and ready.
"Fuck me, Chris. Stick that big, hard, hairy cock inside of Mommy's cunt," she said surprising him when she continued playing their game of incest. "Fuck me. Pretend you're fucking your mother while fucking me," she said whispering her words in his ear before licking the inside of his ear and blowing in his ear. "Then, after you fuck me, after you make me cum, I'll pretend I'm your mother while sucking your prick," said Ruth whispering in his ear again as if she was telling him a sexy secret.
Chris moved between her legs what were already spread wide open for him. As soon as the head of his hard cock touched the lips of her pussy, as if pushing her dildo inside of her pussy, she reached her hand down and stuffed him inside of her. She was so wet and when his hard cock easily slid inside of her, the sensation of him entering her and filling her temporarily, sexually satisfied her. Then, once his prick was deeper inside her, he humped her. Humping her harder and humping her faster, he was fucking Ruth as if he was fucking his mother. Arching his back, he reared up his head and in the way there bodies were so tensely stiff, they mimicked the shape of a clothespin.
Humping and humping, Chris continued humping Ruth harder and faster. Keeping time to his body slamming into her, her breasts bounced as if moving to music. Obviously determined to make her cum, he wanted to give her an orgasm. Obviously determined to make her cum, he wanted to sexually please her so that she'd reciprocate the favor and sexually pleasure him.
He continued pounding her shapely body into the soft couch. Obviously, Ruth needed the energetic body of a young man to make her cum. She needed a man who could not only last more than a few minutes while fucking her but also she needed a man who could maintain a stiff erection. With Chris good looking also, his good looks added to her sexual excitement. In the way she no doubt imagined kissing her pretend son, she continued kissing him while he continued fucking her.
"Oh, my God. That's it. Don't stop. I'm cumming Chris. I'm cumming. I'm going to cum. Mommy is cumming," she said whispering her sexual excitement in his ear again. "Fuck me, Chris. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Fuck me faster. Fuck your mother. Fuck Mommy."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and wrapped her long legs around his back as he continued fucking and fucking her. As if he was fucking a firm pillow positioned on the couch, in the way that Ruth's body was beneath him and wrapped around Chris, they looked like an upside down turtle. Fucking and fucking her, he continued fucking her while she returned his humps.
Then, when she tensed her body a minute before going limp, it was over. Instead of screaming out her sexual pleasure and yelling out his name, Ruth had a silent orgasm. Chris moved off of her to move beside her. As if they had just finished a naked workout, they were both sweating and out of breath. They stayed like that holding one another and lightly kissing while he continued fondling her breasts and fingering her nipples and she fondled his cock while slowly stroking him for him to maintain his erection.
"I need a cigarette before I suck you," she said.
As if he was her manservant, he reached out his hand to grab her cigarettes and lighter. Taking a cigarette out of the pack he put it to his lips and lit the end of it with her lighter before handing the cigarette to her. Chris didn't smoke but he respected her need for a cigarette, especially at a time like this, right after having sex and just before she was going to suck him.
As if sending smoke signals to the Gods of sex, she took a few big inhales to send up a cloud of blue smoke over them. Then, she took another long sip of her drink before sliding her naked body halfway down his naked body. She took him in her hand to stroke him to a harder erection while kissing his cock and licking his cock. Then, while staring up at him with her big, brown, beautiful eyes, she took him in her mouth. Sucking and sucking him while continuing to stare up at him, she sucked him as if she was his mother and he was her son.
"Suck my cock, Mom. Blow me," he said putting both of his hands to the side of her head and humping her mouth as if he was humping a pumpkin with a hole carved in it for a mouth to fit his cock.
He moved her head up and down on his stiff prick while he humped her mouth and fucked her face.
"I love sucking your cock, Chris. Mommy loves blowing her son," said Ruth.
As soon as she said Mommy loves blowing her son, Chris released a load of cum in Ruth's mouth. What Ruth wouldn't do for her husband, she willingly and lovingly did for this young man she had picked up at the mall. Not only did she suck him but also she allowed him to cum in her mouth. Not only did she allow him to cum in her mouth but also she swallowed his cum. As sad as it was true, denying her husband the use of her mouth, her own husband had never experienced the sexual pleasure of cumming in his wife's mouth to watch her swallow his cum.
To be continued...
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