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Home for the summer after graduating college, Matthew spent the last week of his summer vacation having sex with his MILF of a mother, Elizabeth.

"Ohhh, Matthew, my back hurts," said Matt in his mother's voice while imagining his mother holding her aching back. "I must have slept wrong and hurt it last night in my sleep," he said complaining in his mother's voice again as if he was his mother.

One of his favorite sexual fantasy to have while speaking in her voice, he imagined having sex with his mother whenever he masturbated. After she had a few cocktails, he imagined his MILF of a mother lying face down on her chaise lounge in the backyard with her bikini top undone. He imagined seeing the exposed sides of his mother's squished breasts and her shapely, bikini clad ass. Nothing more than an incestuous dream, he'd love nothing more than to cop a few cheap feels of his mother's beautiful, nearly naked body while massaging away her pain.

"Would you like a massage, Mom? A massage may loosen your muscle," he innocently said as if he was really there in the backyard with her.

He imagined staring at his mother's naked back, the sides of her exposed breasts, her bikini clad ass, and her long, shapely legs. Staring longer, he imagined seeing more than he was seeing. Staring longer while undressing her with his eyes, he imagined her naked.

"I would love a massage, Matt," he said talking again in his mother's voice.

Afraid to touch her for fear that he'd feel her ass and/or feel her naked breasts, he put his hands on his mother's naked back. While massaging her back, he imagined massaging the rest of her. He imagined giving his mother a full body, naked massage in the way that Bryan Brown as Fitch gave Mimi Rogers as Nina, a full body, naked massage in the movie, Full Body Massage.

"I can feel the tightness. I can feel how tight this one muscle is. I can fix that," he said massaging his mother's naked back in the way he wished he could massage her naked ass, feel her naked tits, and finger her naked pussy.

Continuing his sexual fantasy while lying in bed and fondling his cock, he imagined his mother turning her head to smile at him. When she arched her back and lifted herself from the chaise lounge on her elbows to look back at him, she deliberately or inadvertently exposed her naked breasts to him. Whether she flashed him on purpose or by accident, he saw his mother's tits.

He couldn't believe he saw his mother's tits. He imagined seeing the naked shape of both her big tits, her areolas, and her erect nipples. Hoping that she was an incestuous exhibitionist in the way that he was an incestuous voyeur, he imagined that she deliberately flashed him her naked breasts.

"You have magical hands, Matthew," he said speaking as if he was his mother. "I can only imagine how your hands would feel massaging my entire naked body," he said sexually exciting himself while wishing his mother would ask him to give her a full body, naked massage.

After massaging her tightness away while feeling the sides of her naked breasts and nearly touching her areolas and fingering her nipples, he imagined his mother shocking him by turning on her back. While he stroked himself a little faster, he imagined her tossing her unfastened bikini bra to the ground and removing her bikini bottoms. As if she wanted him to see her naked body as much as he wanted to see her naked body, he imagined his mother naked.

"Mom," he said acting surprised even though he knew what was going to happen next. "You're naked. I can't believe you stripped off your bikini in front of me."

He imagined his mother giving him a sexy smile and a naughty look.

"Now do my front," he said in his mother's voice again as if she was Norma Bates and he was Norman Bates from Psycho and of the infamous Bates Motel.

Taking her all in, as if photographing her with his eyes to remember her nakedness and to masturbate over her beautiful, nude body later, he imagined staring at his naked mother with incestuous lust. He imagined staring at her naked breasts before staring at her naked pussy. He imagined his cock hardening as much as her nipples erected. Forget about massaging her back and her shoulders, he couldn't wait to massage his mother's big, naked tits, her naked ass, and red, trimmed, naked, pussy. With his hand tightly wrapped around his cock while continuing to stroke himself, he couldn't wait to have imagined sex with his mother.

"Mom," was all that he could say to his mother's imagined nakedness. "Mom," he said louder than he meant to say while stroking himself harder and faster. "Mom," he said nearly screaming while nearly ready to cum.

He continued stroking himself harder and faster while imagining seeing his mother's naked breasts. He stroked himself harder and faster while imagining seeing his mother's naked, round ass. He stroked himself harder and faster while imagining seeing his mother's naked, trimmed, red pussy. He stroked himself harder and faster while imagining massaging his mother's big tits, feeling her shapely ass, and fingering her wet pussy. He stroked himself harder and faster after imagining his mother asking him, no begging him for sex.

"Eat me, Matt. Please finger and lick my pussy," he said in his mother's voice again as if she was begging him to give her oral sex. "Make me cum, Matt. Please make me cum. I need you to give me oral sex. I need you to give me an orgasm with your fingers and your tongue. Please lick my pussy, Matt," he said in his mother's voice as if his mother was begging him to give her oral sex.

Once she was naked, he imagined her parting her pussy lips with her fingers to show him all that he hoped to see of his mother. As if opening the gates to the Devil's playground, he imagined his mother bending her legs and spreading her knees to expose her glistening, pink pussy to him. Ready to orally pleasure her, he imagined that she wanted him to finger her cunt. He imagined that she wanted him to lick her pussy. After making her cum with his fingers and his tongue, he wondered what else he'd imagine that she'd want him to do.

He imagined her wanting him to make love to her. He imagined her wanting him to fuck her. He imagined his mother stroking his prick before taking him in her mouth to suck his prick. If only she'd blow him, he'd finger and lick her. If only she'd make the first incestuously, sexual move, he'd make all the next incestuous moves. Yet, afraid to solicit his mother for sex, the next best thing was to imagine having sex with his naked mother while masturbating himself.

"Oh, Mom," he said and was all that he could say when he imagined seeing her glistening, pink pussy. "You're so beautiful," he said while imagining seeing his mother naked and stroking himself over the imagined image of her beautiful, naked body.

These weren't just anyone's naked breasts that he imagined he was seeing. These were his mother's naked breasts that he imagined he was seeing. This wasn't just anyone's naked pussy that he imagined he was seeing. This was his mother's pussy that he imagined he was seeing.

While stroking himself faster, he imagined that his mother wanted him to finger her pussy. While stroking himself harder, he imagined that his mother wanted him to lick her pussy. He imagined that his mother wanted him to give her oral sex and an oral orgasm. He imagined his mother wanted him to eat her in the way that he imagined his mother wanted to blow him.

"Finger my pussy, Matt, while licking my pussy," he said in his mother's voice again while imagining her opening her pussy lips wider with her fingers to show him all that he wanted to see of her cunt. "I'm horny, Matt. I need to cum. Mommy needs to cum," he said in his mother's voice again as if he was his mother asking him for sex. "I need you to eat me. With you taking your father's place and with you the man of the house now, I need you to give me the sexual pleasure that I need, want, and desire."

He imagined her giving him a sexy smile and a naughty look. Ready to sexually give her whatever she wanted, he imagined returning her sexy smile and naughty look with his sexy smile and naughty look. Horny enough to imagine his mother wanting him to give her sex, he was horny enough to give his mother whatever he imagined she sexually wanted.

"Mom," he said and all that he could say while stroking himself faster and harder.

Even though he knew that he was only imagining her naked, he looked at her as if she was naked.

"My mother exposed her naked body to me. My mother is naked and wants me to eat her," he thought while stroking himself harder and faster. "My mother wants me to give her sex. She wants me to give her an oral orgasm," he said talking to himself while alone in his room and for no one to hear.

He imagined his mother on her back with her legs raised and her knees spread. He imagined his mother ready and waiting for him to finger her while licking her. He imagined his mother as sexually horny as he was sexually excitedly ready to give her incestuous sex.

"If you give me an orgasm with your fingers and tongue, I'll suck your cock. I'll blow you," he said in her motherly voice again while telling himself what he wanted to hear and what he wished his mother would say. "If you eat me, make love to me, and fuck me, if you give me orgasms with your fingers, your tongue, and your prick, I'll give you the best blowjob you ever had and will ever have in your life."

He looked at his mother as if she was really there naked and waiting for him to give her sex.

"I can't believe she wants me to eat her. I can't believe she wants me to make love to her before fucking her. I can't believe she'd voluntarily, willingly, and consensually suck my cock to give me the best blowjob I ever had and will ever have in my life," he said while reiterating what he had just said.

Alas, nothing more than a sexual fantasy while masturbating himself, just as he knew that he'd never see his mother naked, he knew she'd never deliberately show him her naked body. Just as he knew that he'd never have sex with his mother, he knew that his mother would never have sex with him. Disappointed and sexually frustrated to think about her not sexually wanting him in the way that he sexually wanted her, he knew his mother wasn't sexually and incestuously attracted to him in the way that he was sexually and incestuously attracted to her.

With him home for the summer and alone with his mother, he had too much time on his hands. After breaking up with his ex-girlfriend in his senior year of college, and after all the up-skirt flashes of his mother's panties and down-blouse views of her cleavage and bra she had given him since he returned home, he was horny. With his mother lounging around the house in her short, sheer, sexy, low-cut nightgowns and without her having the modesty to wear a robe, he was sexually frustrated.

Because his mother was out back sunning herself by the pool in her bikini and with the back of her bikini bra undone, she was the focus of his sexual attention. He loved seeing the sides of his mother's squished, big breasts as much as he loved staring at while masturbating over her shapely, bikini clad ass. Yet, wrong for him to sexually lust over her, he needed a girlfriend. He needed to get laid. First things first, he needed a job.

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Unbeknownst to Matthew, not knowing his mother was even home, his mother stood outside his closed, bedroom door listening to him masturbating himself. Hard not to hear him with him talking to himself while sexually pleasuring himself, she heard him talking out loud as he sexually fantasizing seeing her naked and having sex with her. She heard him imitating her voice in asking him to finger her pussy while licking her pussy. She heard him speaking in her voice while telling him that if he gave her orgasms with his fingers, mouth, and cock, she'd give him the best blowjob of his life.

Going from one favorite, sexual fantasy to his next, favorite, sexual fantasy, Matthew continued with his sexual fantasies of having sex with his mother. Going from his sexual fantasy of his mother stripping herself naked by the pool, he continued with his next sexual fantasy of his mother stripping herself naked in his bedroom. In both of his incestuous, sexual fantasies, he imagined having sex with his mother. In both of his incestuous, sexual fantasies, he continued talking out loud in his mother's voice while pretending that she was really there and having sex with him.

If only he knew that she was listening at his bedroom door, wouldn't he be surprised? If only he knew that he was sexually exciting her with his incestuous dialogue as much as he was sexually exciting himself, wouldn't he be shocked? If only he knew that she sexually wanted him as much as he incestuously wanted her, her sexual lust may have been the encouragement he needed to make an incestuous move on his mother.

He didn't solicit his mother for sex for fear of being rejected. If only he knew she'd accept his sexual advances, they could have had sex all summer long. Only, a risk to sexually solicit his mother, she could deem him a pervert, not feel safe living with him alone, and ask him to leave her house. Not ready to make a fool of himself, if she rejected him, he'd be so embarrassed. He'd feel so ashamed. Indeed, he'd feel like such an incestuous pervert.

When Matt wasn't sexually fantasizing of having sex with his mother, Elizabeth, by the pool, he imagined her surprising by opening his bedroom door without knocking and snapping on his bedroom light. He imagined her catching him masturbating over the imagined thoughts of seeing her naked and having sex with her naked body. He imagined his mother not only seeing his erect prick but also staring at his erection.

"I thought I heard you call Mom," he imagined her saying while talking in his mother's voice again. "Did you call me?" He imagined his mother staring at his exposed, naked prick while giving him a lustful look. "Is there something you want?"

He imagine looking at her sexually staring at him in the way that he always incestuously stared at his mother.

'A rhetorical question,' he thought. 'Is there something I want? I want you to blow me, Mom.'

Something he always imagined her doing, he imagined her catching him masturbating himself. He imagined her catching him masturbating over the thoughts of her stripping off her bikini to allow him to see her naked body and to give her a full body, naked massage. He masturbated himself while imagining her asking him for sex.

Being that this was his sexual fantasy, instead of her immediately leaving his room and closing his bedroom door behind her as he figured she would, he imagined that she stayed to watch him stroking his erect prick. Instead of looking away from seeing his stiff, naked dick, he imagined that she stared at his stiff prick as if she had never seen an erect cock and/or watched a man masturbate himself before. He imagined her watching him masturbating himself. He imagined her staring at his cock while watching and waiting to see him cum.

"Mom," he said while imagining staring up at his mother with as much embarrassment and shame as he stared up at her with sexual excitement. "Oh, my God, Mom. I can't believe you're in my room watching me masturbate."

Normally, he would have stopped stroking himself and covered his cock with his sheet. Yet, with his mother staring at all that he was showing, he imagined that she wanted to watch him masturbating himself as much as he wanted her to watch him masturbate himself. Instead of stopping, determined to cum for his mother, he stroked himself harder and faster.

If it wasn't sexually exciting enough that he imagined his mother caught him masturbating over her, it was even more sexually exciting that he imagined she saw his erect prick while watching him stroking himself. Normally, he'd be embarrassed that his mother caught him masturbating and saw his cock. Normally, he'd be ashamed that his mother heard him saying all that he sexually said. Yet, this wasn't real. Being that this was just a sexual fantasy, he could do whatever he wanted to do with his mother.

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With him away at college for the past four-years and with his incestuous lust for his mother building and erupting to the surface, now that he was home alone with his mother for the summer, he wasn't ashamed. He wasn't embarrassed. If he was anything, he was sexually excited.

"Hard to believe," he said out loud while alone in his bedroom. "My mother is better looking now than I remember her being four-years-ago. She's sexier now than she was when I left for college."

Truth be told, he'd like nothing more than for his mother to know that he was sexually attracted to her. He wondered what she'd say if she knew that he masturbated over her. He wondered what she'd do if she knew that he sexually wanted her. He'd like nothing more than for his mother to not only catch him masturbating but also if she stayed to watch. He'd like nothing more than for his mother to offer him her hand, her mouth, and/or her pussy.

"As much as I'd love to see my mother naked, I'd love her to see my naked, erect prick," he said.

Normally, morally modest, especially around his mother, if she caught him masturbating, he would have covered his erect prick with his hand. Yet, since this wasn't real and just a sexually fantasy he had while masturbating, he wanted her to see his engorged cock as much as he imagined that she wanted to see his stiff prick. Since she opened his door without knocking and stayed to watch without leaving, he imagined that she wanted to watch him cum. He only wished that she would offer him her hand to help him masturbate.

Besides, when he imagined her entering his room wearing her transparent nightgown, he imagined that she was showing him as much of her nearly naked body through her short, sheer, low-cut nightgown as he was showing her of his naked body. He imagined seeing as much of his mother's nearly naked body as he imagined he was showing his mother his naked body. He enjoyed imagining that she sexually wanted him as much as he incestuously wanted her. He imagined that she was staring at him as much lust as he was leering at her with horniness.

"My mother is such a MILF," he said. "I wish I could see her in her bra and panties. I wish I could see her topless. I wish I could see her naked. I wish I could have sex with my mother."

In the way that he imagined her continuing to stare at his exposed prick, he imagined staring at what he could see of his mother through her nightgown. With his eyes widening to encompass the sexy shape and the sheer size of his mother's big tits, he imagined staring at the outline of her nearly naked breasts through her sheer nightgown. As soon as she opened his bedroom door, turned on his light, and saw his naked prick, he imagined his cock erecting itself to the hardest that it's ever been before. As soon as she stepped in his room, a visual testimony to her sexual excitement, he imagined watching her nipples push the limits of her white, cotton nightgown.

"I love her sexy nightgowns," he said. "I love seeing your tits, your ass, and your pussy through your thin, nearly transparent nightgowns."

When she stood in front of his bedroom light, he imagined her being illuminated as if she was standing behind an X-ray, generating device or a TSA, full body, scanning machine. He imagined his bedroom light passing through her thin nightgown as if she was naked. He imagined his bedroom light showing him all that he wanted to see of his mother as if she was standing in front of the TV in a darkened living room or in front of the open refrigerator door in a darkened kitchen. While continuing to masturbate himself, he imagined seeing more of his mother than he had ever seen of her before.
With her nightgown virtually see-through, he imagined seeing what she'd looked like naked. He imagined that he could see everything of his mother that he always wanted to see of her through her sheer nightgown. Not only could he imagine seeing her big tits, her round areolas, and her erect nipples but also, he imagined that he could see the darker shadow of her red, pubic hair, her pussy slit, and even her pussy lips. Even though his mother seemingly wasn't embarrassed wearing her sheer and sexy nightgowns around him, he was sexually excited. While continuing to stroke himself, he continued imagining seeing his mother in her nightgowns as if she was naked.

Then, when he imagined her turning and leaning the other way to collect some tissues, he imagined seeing the complete outline of his mother's shapely, naked ass, her ass crack, and the back of her pussy lips. Just as he imagined his mother had never seen as much of him, never had imagined seeing as much of his mother. As much as he loved masturbating to his first, sexual fantasy of eating his mother by the pool, he love masturbating to this sexual fantasy of his mother watching him masturbating.

"Holy Hell, will you look at that? I can see my mother's naked ass and her naked pussy though her nightgown," he said while imagining that he could.

Imagining her not wasting time and with him not believing what he was seeing, while he stroked his cock harder and faster, he imagined watching her reach down to collect the hem of her nightgown in her hands. Then, going where no son should go with imagining having sex with his mother, he continued his sexual fantasy. As if he didn't know what was about to happen next, ready for the pièce de résistance, he was ready for his mother to strip herself naked. Never tiring of reliving the same sexual fantasy while masturbating himself, he only wished his mother really would strip herself naked in front of him.

"This is my favorite part, when my mother removes her nightgown and strips herself naked," he said stroking himself harder and faster.

In one upward, fluid pull, as if she was a stripper doing a slow striptease, he imagined his mother hiking her nightgown slowly up her shapely, naked thighs. As if she was really standing in his room stripping off her nightgown, he watched her nightie climb past her red, pubic hair, past her toned tummy, over her naked breasts, and off. He stared at her naked, red pussy and at her naked big breasts in the way that he did when he imagined her removing her bikini.

"My mother is naked. I can't believe my mother removed her nightgown in front of me. I can't believe my mother is naked. I can't believe my mother is naked in my bedroom while I'm masturbating. I can't believe I'm seeing my mother's naked ass, her naked tits, and her naked pussy," he said while imagining his mother doing everything that he was imagining. "She has such a beautiful body, so shapely and so sexy," he said.

Once again, in the way that he imagined her stripping off her bikini when on her chaise lounge by the pool before, he imagined his mother stripping off her nightgown. He imagined her standing in his bedroom naked. He stroked himself harder and faster while imagining his mother naked. As if she was really there in his room with him, he couldn't believe he was imagining his mother's naked body.

"Mom. I can't believe you removed your nightgown in front of me," he said while staring at her imagined, naked breasts, her round areolas, her erect nipples, and her trimmed, red pussy. "Mom, you're naked," he said stroking himself faster and harder. "I can't believe you're naked. I can't believe you're staring at my naked prick while I stare at your naked tits and naked pussy," he said.

Not ending his sexual fantasy there, he imagined her moving closer to his bed. He imagined her staring down at his naked erection. He imagined her looking at him with as much sexual excitement as he stared at her with forbidden, incestuous lust. Then, not believing what he was seeing, even though it was his own contrived sexual fantasy, he imagined her reaching out her hand to take hold of his naked prick.

"I can help you with that Matthew," he said in a lustful voice as if he was his mother offering her help. He imagined her fondling the head of his prick with her manicured fingertips before imagining her slowly stroking him. "I don't mind doing that for you. Actually, if you don't mind, I'd like to masturbate you," he said in his mother's voice as if he was his mother confessing her sexual attraction to him in the way that he was sexually attracted to her.

Ready to take the next step by crossing the incestuous line, he imagined them staring at one another. He imagined staring down at her hand holding his naked prick while he imagined her stroking him a little faster. He imagined looking up at his mother to stare at her face before imagining looking down to stare at her naked breasts and her naked pussy. He imagined her staring at his exposed prick with obvious sexual excitement in the way that he imagined staring at her naked body with incestuous lust.

"Mom," he said again and was all that he could say. "If it's not enough that I'm seeing you naked and if it's not enough that you're seeing me naked, I can't believe you're masturbating me. I can't believe you're stroking me."

In the way that he imagined her looking at him before, he imagined her looking at him again. She gave him a sexy smile and a naughty look. Only, this time, in the way that he was smiling while staring at her, she smiled wider and stared longer at him.

"Don't call me Mom," he said in his mother's impersonated voice. "Call me Elizabeth or Liz, if you prefer," he said in his mother's voice again. "I'm not your mother tonight. Tonight, I'm your lover."

While he stroked himself faster, he imagined Liz continuing to stroke him while he imagined staring at her naked breasts jiggling and her big tits moving from side-to-side.

"This is unbelievable Mom, I mean, Elizabeth," he said while imagining talking to his mother. "I can't believe you're giving me a hand job," he said staring down at his own hand as if it was his mother's hand moving up and down. "I can't believe you're naked."

While imagining his mother masturbating him, he stroked himself a little faster. While imagining his mother's manicured fingers wrapped around his stiff prick, he stroked himself a little harder. Only, he wished his mother would give him a blowjob instead of a hand job. Yet, being that this was his sexual fantasy, why not imagined that too? Why not imagine his mother sucking his prick and stroking his prick while staring up at him with her big, blue eyes?

"Stroke me, Mom. Stroke my prick," he said as if he was talking to his mother instead of talking to himself. All part of his sexual fantasy, he needed the back and forth dialogue to better pretend that his mother was giving him sex.

As if she was someone else other than his mother, a MILF of a mature woman he picked up in a bar, he imagined his mother smiling at him with feigned innocence. He imagined his mother stroking him before getting ready to take him in her mouth to suck him. He imagined his mother not only giving him a hand job but also preparing to give him a blowjob too. Yet, too much too soon, not wanting to come just yet and wanting to continue his sexual fantasy, he stroked himself slower. Instead, he returned to where he left off in his sexual fantasy before his mother started blowing him and where he imagined his mother was sucking his cock.

Unbeknownst to Matt, his mother still stood outside his bedroom door listening while feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples through her blouse and bra. Obviously, sexually aroused by listening to her son masturbating over imagining removing her nightgown and her stripping herself naked, his mother reached her hand beneath her short skirt to finger her pussy through her panties. Then, sticking her hand inside her panties, she rubbed her clit and fingered her wet pussy while her son continued to stroke his cock.

If only he knew his mother was standing outside his bedroom door and heard everything he said, wouldn't he be surprised? If only he knew that his mother was masturbating herself while he was masturbating himself, what would he say? If only he knew his mother sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her, what would he do?

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"You may touch me, Matt," he said in his mother's voice again while he imagined looking down at her naked breasts before reaching out his horny hand to touch his mother's big tits. "Feel my breasts while fingering my nipples, Matt. I love having my nipples fingered," he said in his mother's voice. "Squeeze my tits while pulling, turning, pinching, and twisting my nipples. Squeeze my tits harder, Matt. I love having my tits squeezed."

As if his naked mother was really there in his bedroom with him, Matthew reached out his horny hand to touch his mother's naked breasts. He imagined feeling and squeezing his mother's big, naked tits. He imagined fingering his mother's erect nipples. While she continued stroking his cock, he imagined pulling, turning, twisting, and pinching her nipples.

"You have beautiful tits. So big and so firm. I love your big nipples, Liz," he said as if he was talking to his mother instead of to himself. "I love squeezing your bit naked breasts and fingering her erect nipples."

Elizabeth continued feeling her breasts and nipples through her blouse and bra as she continued listening to the incestuous dialogue of her son. She fingered her nipples with one hand while fingering her wet pussy and rubbing her clit with her other hand. Wouldn't he be surprised if his mother opened his bedroom door, stepped inside, and stripped off her clothes? Wouldn't he be surprised if his mother gave him all the incestuous sex that he wanted and imagined her giving him?

Unbeknownst to Matt that his mother was doing just that, feeling her tits while fingering her nipples, he imagined his mother staring down at his hand as he fondled her breasts and fingered her nipples. He imagined her watching him having his wicked, sexual way with her naked breasts and erect nipples. He imagined her closing her eyes while continuing to stroke him and while obviously enjoying his touch and the attention that he paid to her naked body.

Then, he said what he was thinking while wishing his mother would say what he was about to say. Even though he knew what he was asking himself next, he pretended to be surprised with what he asked in his mother's voice. He'd love nothing more than for his mother to ask him what he was about to say.

"Would you like me to suck you?"

Not waiting for him to answer, he imagined his mother staring at his erect, naked prick.

"Mom? Seriously?" He imagined staring in his mother's blue eyes with his hazel eyes. "I'd love for you to suck my prick," said Matt as if he was insane by answering his own question.

Actually, he was insane. He was insane with incestuous, sexual lust for his mother. He was crazy with forbidden, lustful desire to see his mother naked and have sex with her naked body.

"Having been a while since I've a cock in my hand or in my mouth, if you don't mind, I'd like to blow you, Matt," he said again as if his mother was saying those words.

Matt gave his mother a wide smile.

"If I don't mind? It would be my sexual pleasure for you to blow me, Mom. I'd like nothing more than for you to suck my prick," he said in answer to himself.

He imagined her returning his smile with her smile while she continued slowly stroking him.

"If you don't mind, I'd like for you to cum in my mouth, too," he said in his mother's voice. "I'd like nothing more than to swallow your cum," he said in his mother's voice as if his mother was really talking to him.

He stroked himself faster while imagining his mother blowing him. He stroked himself harder while imagining cumming in his mother's mouth and her swallowing his cum. He'd love nothing more than for his mother to give him a blowjob.

"Oh, Mom," he said. "I'd love nothing more than to cum in your mouth. I'd love nothing more than to watch you swallow my cum while staring up at me with your big, blue eyes."

He imagined her continuing to sexually tease him by giving him another sexy smile and a naughty look.

"If you don't mind, after you cum in my mouth and I swallow your cum, I'd like you to hold some back. I'd like you to give me a cum bath. I'd like you to cum all over my face, in my hair, and across my naked breasts," he said in his mother's voice with sexual excitement.

He imagined her staring in his hazel eyes with her blue eyes. He imagined looking at her with as much shock as he did when he imagined she opened his bedroom door, turned on the light, and caught him masturbating himself. He imagined looking at her with as much sexual excitement as he imagined looking at her when he could see her nearly, naked body through her sheer nightgown. He imagined looking at her with as much incestuous lust when she stripped herself naked. He imagined looking at her with as much lustful desire as he did when she asked to blow him as he did when she wanted him to cum in her beautiful mouth.

While stroking himself harder and faster, he imagined looking at her with as much horniness as he looked at her when he imagined her stripping off her nightgown. In the way that he imagined looking at her with incestuous lust then, when seeing his mother's naked body, he imagined looking at her with incestuous lust now that she asked him if he wanted her to suck him. If only his mother was really in his room naked and if only she had really asked to suck him, he'd love for his mother to blow him. He'd love to cum in his mother's mouth.

"Yes," he said as if his mother was really there. "I'd love for you to suck me, Liz. I'd love to cum in your mouth."

He imagined his mother stroking him. He imagined her taking him in her mouth while staring up at his hazel eyes with her blue eyes. He imagined watching her sucking him while stroking him. He imagined cumming in his mother's warm, wet mouth before cumming all over her pretty face, in her red hair, and across her big, naked breasts instead of cumming all over his hot, horny hand.

Matt concluded the first part of his sexual fantasy of having sex with his MILF of a mother, Elizabeth, by masturbating himself with the thoughts of her stripping off her bikini and asking him to give her oral sex. He continued part two of his sexual fantasy of her coming to his room and stripping herself naked. Then, he completed his sexual fantasy of having sex with his MILF of a mother by imagining her stroking him before sucking him.

Even though having sex with his mother was nothing more than a sexual fantasy, What I Did on My Summer Vacation was an essay that Matthew could never turn in a college, creative writing class. Deemed XXX rated as much as it would be viewed as taboo, unless they were regular readers of erotica and/or pornography, his college professors would surely downgrade his paper for writing about having forbidden, incestuous sex with his mother. Unless they were sexually attracted to their mothers themselves, those who weren't incestuously attracted to their mothers would never understand the forbidden, sexual connection between a mother and her son.

No matter how well written was his paper, and even if it was nothing more than a sexual fantasy, they'd think of him as an incestuous pervert for wanting to have sex with his mother. Few would understand the attraction that a MILF of a mother has over her horny son. Few would understand a son wanting to have incestuous sex with his mother. Even fewer would understand a mother relenting to the forbidden, sexual desires of her son by having incestuous sex with him.

* * *

After graduating college, twenty-two-year-old, Matthew was home alone with his mother for the summer. Much like Benjamin Braddock played by Dustin Hoffman in The Graduate, after working hard to graduate at the top of his class, he needed the summer off to relax before working for the next forty-years of his life. He needed to come up with a plan of what he wanted to do with the rest of his life.

Little did he know that his incestuous fantasy come true, while he was away studying, his mother had become his own personal and private version of Mrs. Robinson as played by Anne Bancroft opposite Dustin Hoffman in movie. Little did he know that his MILF of a mother was just as intensely horny and just as incestuously twisted as he was. Little did he know that his mother imagined seeing him naked in the way that he imagined seeing her without her clothes. Little did he know that his mother sexually pleasured herself with her vibrator and dildo over the thoughts of having sex with him in the way that he masturbated over the thoughts of having sex with her.

Yet, it was one thing for a woman to evolve into becoming a cougar and being sexually attracted to younger men, it was quite another thing entirely for a mother to be incestuously attracted to her son. Oddly enough, with one not aware of the sexual attraction of the other, little did Matthew know that his mother was as sexually attracted to him in the way that he was incestuously attracted to her. Obvious to them now, of course, especially after all that happened during the last week of summer, with them both so reluctant to cross the forbidden, incestuous line, they were always sexually attracted to one another.

"Oh, Matt," said his mother while feeling her breasts, fingering her nipples, and rubbing her clit. "You caught me naked. You caught me masturbating myself over you. Please don't look at my naked tits and my naked pussy," said Elizabeth while replaying one of her favorite sexual fantasies of her son catching her naked and masturbating herself. "I'm so embarrassed."

If only he knew his mother wanted him as much as he wanted her, he wouldn't have wasted as much time incestuously lusting over having forbidden sex with his mother when he could have been having illicit sex with her. Little did he know that his mother was as sexually attracted to him as he was to her. Little did he know that his mother was intent on having sex with him over the summer in the way that he was intent on having sex with his mother before the summer was over. Little did he know that with them both on the same sexual page that they'd soon be having sex.

* * *

Something he'd never forget for as long as he should live, Matthew was about to have a summer to remember. He'd be masturbating over what happened between him and his mother for the rest of his life. In the way that Hermie, played by Gary Grimes, had a summer to remember with Dorothy, played by Jennifer O'Neill, in the Summer of '42, Matt would have a summer to remember with his mother in the summer of '17. He had no idea that his mother was getting herself ready to solicit him for sex, incestuous sex. He had no idea that his mother sexually wanted him as much as he incestuously wanted her.

With mother as sexually motivated as her son was incestuously inspired, an incestuous storm ready to happen, it took two to have a sexual relationship. Just as a younger man had his wicked, sexual way with an older woman in the movie, an older woman had her wicked, sexual way with a younger man in real life. Sometimes, no matter the age, what was sexually good for one was sexually good for the other.

Only, this wasn't just any man and this wasn't just any woman. As what happened in the movie, when Jennifer O'Neil's husband was killed in the war, they weren't Hermie and Dorothy. They weren't strangers coming together during a time of grief and pain. This was Elizabeth's son and Matthew's mother. This wasn't a movie; this was real life. Yet, sometimes, no matter the blood relationship, consensual, incestuous sex may be as good for one as it is for the other.
Yet, no matter if the sex was consensual, they were mother and son. Oh, the shame of it all. How dare they? How could they? Mother and son having incestuous sex wasn't the norm but something that was wrong, nasty, forbidden, illegal, and out of the box, albeit and admittedly sexually exciting. Nonetheless, the shame, with his not an incestuous dream, a forbidden urge, or a sexual fantasy, mother and son having incestuous sex was really about to happen.

History has repeated itself since ancient times. Back then, with much less people in the world and many of those people isolated, many husbands and fathers prematurely died by accident, disease, or were murdered. Alone with no man in their lives and/or in their beds, without the internet and dating sites, mothers have been sexually intimate with their sons and sons have been sexually intimate with their mothers for centuries.

Whether with a mother and her son, a father and his daughter, or a brother and his sister, literature is peppered with stories of incestuous sex. Once upon a time, cousins were even encouraged to marry cousins, especially those cousins born to royalty to maintain the bloodlines. Just as incest was out in the open back then, incest has gone underground now. Now, instead of being encouraged to sleep with a blood related relative, having incestuous sex is forbidden, illegal, and taboo.

"This is my brother, Larry, and my other brother, Larry," not so far-fetched, was written in as a joke in the Bob Newhart show when Bob was being introduced to the locals.

One can travel to every state of the country and find mothers having sex with their sons, fathers having sex with their daughters, and brothers having sex with their sisters. Then, there are those aunts having sex with their nephews, uncles having sex with their nieces, and cousins having sex with cousins. Obviously, a dark, dirty, embarrassing, and shameful secret hidden behind closed bedroom doors, a family that has consensual, incestuous sex stays together was never truer than having incestuous sex with one's blood related relatives, especially with one's mother. Yet, truer than not, forced, nonconsensual, incestuous sex is nasty and more apt to pull families apart.

"I love you, Mommy."

Before they continued living their lives with someone else, the perfect, incestuous storm, having missed the daily company and interaction of one another, mother and son came together when Matt was home alone with his mother for the summer after graduating college. Perhaps, it was the lapse and separation of not seeing one another for four years. Perhaps, now that he was older and looked more like his father is why his mother wanted him as much as he wanted her. Perhaps, as simple as him conveniently there with her, she was just as lonely and sexually frustrated as he was.

Much in the way of Benjamin Braddock and Mrs. Robinson in the movie, a neighbor's wife having forbidden sex with her neighbor's son, mother and son were about to further push the boundaries of their incestuous relationship. With no turning back now and no closing Pandora's Box, once crossing the imaginary line of incest, their mother and son loving relationship would never be the same. This is the true story about their summer romance.

* * *

"I did it, Mom. I graduated. I'm free! I'm finally home. I'm home for the summer," said Matt smiling ear to ear with relief. "And if I get a job locally, until I rent my own apartment, I'm here for good."

His mother, Elizabeth, smiled her pride. When she walked to him, as if she was greeting her husband stationed overseas in the military after a long tour of duty, she looked in his eyes and gave him a hug. She surprised him by giving him a peck on the lips. Tempted to hump his mother, as if his cock was already buried in her mouth or inside her pussy, he wrapped his strong arms around her slim waist and gave her a pelvic to pelvic squeeze.

Something seemingly so innocent, a mother giving her son a hug and a son returning his mother's hug but, when he pushed his pelvis against her pelvis, their innocent hug suddenly turned more sexual. In the way that Elizabeth looked in Matt's eyes with sexual arousal, he looked in her eyes with incestuous lust. Had she not been his mother, he would have kissed her. Had he not been her son, she would have assuredly returned his kiss.

Perhaps, inspiring her with his sexual hug, the peck she gave him was different than the pecks that she normally gave him on his birthday, on her birthday, on Valentine's Day, on Christmas, and on New Year's Eve. Perhaps, contemplating parting his lips with her tongue in the way that he wanted to part his mother's lips with his tongue, the peck she gave him this time was a tad longer. Even though the kiss she gave him was a hint and a telling sign of what was to progress, just as she didn't dare French kiss her son, he didn't dare French kiss his mother.

The eye contacts they made when they parted from their kiss foretold what may surely soon happen between mother and son. Even though it was expressly forbidden, he wanted to French kiss his mother. Even though it was sexually inappropriate, he wanted to reach his horny hand down to touch, feel, cup, and squeeze his mother's shapely ass. A longtime sexual fantasy come true, he'd love to feel his mother's big tits and finger her erect nipples through her blouse and bra while French kissing her.

If only he knew that his mother stood outside his closed, bedroom door while listening to him voicing his sexual lust for her, wouldn't he be surprised? If only he knew that she was aware that he masturbated over imagining her naked and having sex with her naked body, wouldn't he be embarrassed? If only he knew that he had sexually aroused her as much as he had incestuous aroused himself, wouldn't he be happy?

"It's nice to have you home, Matthew. It's nice to have a man in the house after your father left me for that bitch, that no good tramp of a dirty whore," said his mother with unrelenting anger. She was obviously still reeling from the breakup. "If I ever see her again, I'll scratch out her eyes."

He gave his mother an understanding look while happy that his father was no longer there to interrupt their hoped for incestuous relationship. Hopefully, all that his mother needed was to have a few drinks for her to kiss him, French kiss him. Hopefully, all that his mother needed was to be a little tipsy to allow him to touch her and feel her through her clothes while he kissed her. Hopefully, all that his mother needed was to get inebriated enough to fall asleep on the couch while they watched a movie.

He'd love nothing more than to touch and feel his mother through her clothes while she was sleeping. He'd love nothing more than to carry his mother's drunken body to bed. He'd love nothing more than to undress her in readiness for bed. He'd love nothing more than to see his mother's big, naked breasts, her red, trimmed, naked pussy, and her round, shapely, naked ass. He'd love nothing more than to touch and feel her naked body where a son should never touch and feel his mother's naked body.

If she didn't drink enough to get tipsy, perhaps he could deceive her in believing that he was drunk. Perhaps, in the way he wished he could take incestuous advantage of her, she'd take sexual advantage of him. Perhaps, she'd touch and feel him through his clothes while he pretended he was sleeping.

Perhaps, she'd help put him to bed. Perhaps, she'd undress him in the way that he'd love to undress her. Perhaps, while pretending that he was drunk, she'd touch and feel him where no mother should touch and feel her son. Perhaps, while pretending that he was drunk, he could touch and feel his mother in places that she'd never ordinarily allow him to touch and feel her.

"Let it go, Mom," he said wishing he could take his father's place in her bed. He'd love nothing more than to sleep with his mother. "It's been nearly five-years since Dad left you for your best friend," said Matt while thinking good riddance. "They're both gone from your life. They're married and live on the other side of the country. Besides, Dad was as much to blame as she was. It takes two," he said while wondering if his mother was as sexually attracted to him as he was to her.

His mother looked at him with sadness that immediately changed to happiness, now that he was home. Truth be told, his mother was much better looking than Christine and had a much better body than her friend, a dumb, dizzy, ditzy, dyed blonde who looked like a younger version of Goldie Hawn. Totally opposite of Elizabeth, Christine was flat chested. She had no tits, just nipples. Conversely, a mother he'd love to fuck, his mother had the body of a stripper or a porn star.

In the way that he had always sexually lusted over his mother, he never sexually lusted over his mother's best friend in the way that some, young men lust over their friend's mothers and older women. He had no idea what his father saw in Christine that his mother didn't have over her in spades. In the way that Christine was a short, dumb, skinny, dyed blonde, his mother was a tall, shapely, sexy, natural, blue-eyed redhead with big tits. A mother that he'd love to fuck, his mother was a real MILF. A double-edged sword, too bad she was his mother. Then, again, he was happy that he had a mother who looked like her.

* * *

"What would you like to do for the summer?"

A loaded question, there were at least a dozen sexual things that he'd love to do with his mother.

"What would I like to do?"

He thought about kissing her, French kissing her, and making out with her while touching and feeling her everywhere through her clothes where a son should never touch and feel his mother. He thought of sleeping in his mother's bed. He thought of holding her and spooning her and thought of her holding him and spooning him. He thought of touching and feeling his mother through her sexy nightgown once she fell asleep while she thought of touching and feeling him through his clothes.

He thought of licking her pussy while fingering her pussy. He thought of slowly and sweetly making love to her before fucking her hard and fast. He thought of her stroking him while sucking him. He thought about having sex with her in the kitchen, in in the living room, and in the bathroom. He thought about having sex with her in the backyard, in the pool, and/or in the cabana. He thought about having sex with her in the finished basement. He thought about them going parking and having sex with her in her car.

"Do you have any plans?"

She looked at him happy while he looked at her sexually aroused. Nothing new, he was always sexually aroused when around his mother. He couldn't remember when he didn't have an erection from seeing down-blouse peeks of her cleavage and her low-cut, sexy bra or up-skirt views of her white, bikini panties. The only real plans he had was hoping to see her in her sexy bikini during the day and hoping to see her in her sheer, low-cut nightgown at night.

"Where would you like to go?

He looked at her as if he didn't understand her question. He looked at her as if he was mentally challenged. He looked at her preoccupied while imagining her naked in bed with him or her on her knees blowing him. He'd love to bend her over the kitchen table, the sofa, her bed, or her car and fuck her. He'd love to have sex with her in every room of their house.

"Go?"

Having a difficult time concentrating, he couldn't help himself from staring at the impressions her big, bra clad breasts made in her blouse. As if ready to burst her buttons, when she turned to the side, he could see her white, lacy, bra cup and the top of her breast. He'd love nothing more than to reach his fingers between her buttonholes and inside his mother's blouse to touch her bra while slowly slide his fingertips along her long, line of sexy cleavage.

He'd love nothing more than to unbutton his mother's blouse one slow button at a time to see what each unbuttoned revealed before unbuttoning the next button. He'd love to have his wicked, sexual way with her bra clad breasts. Feeling them while kissing her, he'd love to finger the impressions that her hard, erect nipples would make through her brassiere. He'd love nothing more than to unsnap his mother's front snapping bra and expose her naked breasts to his horny eyes.

"Would you like to go to the beach or to the mountains? Maybe we could do both," said Liz excitedly peppering him with questions as if they were just married and were on their Honeymoon. "We could travel somewhere, go camping, or even rent a recreational vehicle and tour the country. Would you like to do to that? How does touring the country in an RV sound?"

Matt looked at his mother with as much confusion as he looked at her with sexual excitement. Seemingly whatever he wanted to do for the summer obviously included her. Sexually attracted to his mother since he turned 18-years-old after his father left her for another woman, he had successfully suppressed his incestuous urges for the past four-years while being away from her in college. Now that they were home alone together for the summer, she encouraged those forbidden urges by expecting him to spend the summer with her, doing activities, and traveling in a rented, recreational vehicle.

Whenever he thought of his mother when he wasn't having sex with his ex-girlfriend and/or wasn't drunk, his hand was wrapped around his cock while thinking of his mother naked and having sex with her. Now that she gave him the image of them being constant, summer companions, his incestuous, lustful, sexual desire returned to him in a rush. If only she knew what he was incestuously thinking, wouldn't she be surprised? If only she knew his idea of having summertime fun was to have sex with her, she'd want him to have his head examined.

'The only beach that I'd like to go with you is to a nude beach, he thought. 'I'd love to have sex with my mother on the beach while we're both naked,' he thought while thinking about having sex on the beach with his mother. 'I'd love to finger your pussy while licking your pussy. I'd love to slowly make love to you before fucking you hard and fast.'

He looked at her as if she wasn't his mother but some MILF of a woman that he met at the mall and asked home. She was so beautiful. She was so sexy.

'No matter if we go to the beach or to the mountains, I'd love for you to blow me, Mom. I'd love to cum in your beautiful mouth and watch you swallow my cum before giving you a cum bath. I'd love nothing more than to cum all over your pretty face, in your red hair, and across your big tits,' he thought while wishing he had the nerve to say what he was thinking.

Instead of having fun with his friends, he thought about going to the mountains and for long walks in the woods with his mother. Instead of finding a girlfriend for love and for sex, he thought of being alone in the woods with his mother in a tent. With there no one that he'd rather be with, he imagined them sitting by a campfire talking, drinking, and laughing.

Taking camping a step further, he imagined them changing in and out of their clothes in their small tent without them having any privacy or modesty. He imagined seeing his mother in her panties and bra, in her nightgown, topless, and/or naked. Something she hasn't seen since she changed his diapers and gave him baths, he imagined his mother seeing his naked prick.

'I'd love to go camping with you,' he thought. 'I'd love to have sex with you in the woods or in a tent.'

Not that she'd ever do that with her son but he imagined going skinny dipping with his mother in some cold, mountain stream. He imagined them swimming naked. He imagined them standing beneath a waterfall naked. He imagined seeing her naked body and her seeing his naked body. He imagined holding her naked body against his naked body while they frolicked in the water.

He imagined being with her at a campfire while looking up at the stars and before putting his arm around her as if she was his girlfriend instead of his mother. He imagined leaning closer to her to kiss her, French kiss her. He imagined feeling her through her clothes and her feeling him through his clothes. With them sharing a sleeping bag, he imagined them having romantic, incestuous sex under the stars. He imagined doing every, sexual thing with his mother that he had imagined doing while masturbating himself.

'I'd love to go skinny dipping with my mother,' he thought. 'I'd love to share a sleeping bag with you.'

Instead of going camping together, he imagined being trapped in a recreational vehicle with his mother. He imagined them sleeping together in the loft area above the cab of the truck. How hot would that be to hold her, comfort her, cuddle her, touch her, feel her, and spoon his mother? How hot would that be to be held, comforted, cuddled, touched, felt, and spooned by his mother?

He imagined her nightgown climbing past her hips and exposing her naked ass during the night. He imagined his erect prick popping out of his pajama pee hole. How hot would that be to rub his erection up against his mother's naked ass? How hot would that be to have sex with my mother while she was sleeping and hopefully dreaming of having sex with me?

'I'd love to be alone in a recreational vehicle with my mother,' he thought. 'My kind of traveling memories to make, I'd love to tour the country with her while having sex in every state that we traveled through.'

While waiting until she soundly slept in their cozy RV, he imagined feeling and squeezing his mother's naked ass during the night. When spooning her, he imagined humping her ass if he was making love to her or fucking her doggie style from behind. He imagined reaching around her to rest his hand on her abundant breasts while stealthily feeling her big tits and carefully fingering her erect nipples through her nightgown and trying not to awaken her.

When spooning him, he imagined his mother sliding a slow hand across his pajama clad ass. He imagined his mother reaching around him to fondle the head of his erect prick through his pajama bottoms. He imagined his cock popping out of his pajama bottoms to make a surprise appearance during the night. He imagined his mother wrapping her manicured fingers around his cock, cupping his testicles in her soft hand, and slowly stroking him in his feigned sleep to an erection.

'I wish I could sleep in the same bed with my mother,' he thought. 'No matter if it's sharing a sleeping bag or sleeping in a recreational vehicle, I'd love to sleep with my mother.'

Even though he knew that it would never happen, something that made him so hot and horny to fantasize over, he imagined his mother blowing him as he slept. He imagined waking up to his mother naked and on top of him while making love to him. He imagined moving his mother around to mount her and to fuck her fast and hard. Maybe spending the summer alone with his mother camping and/or while traveling the country in a recreational vehicle wasn't such a bad idea after all.

"I love you, Mommy,' he said while thinking of her in her sexy nightgown, in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked. "I love you, Mom," he said while thinking of her having sex with her.

* * *

A good-looking woman, his mother had red hair, beautiful, bright, blue eyes, and big tits. A sight to see, as if she was a video game, when her red hair, blue eyes, and pretty face didn't hold his attention hostage, her big breasts and shapely ass did. Reminding him of Nicole Kidman but with bigger breasts and a rounder backside, she looked like a slimmer and prettier version of Christina Hendricks, the big breasted woman who played Joan Holloway in Mad Men. She was as sexy and as pretty as the redhead in Boardwalk Empire, Gillian Darmody, played by Gretchen Mol, but with a much better body.
Unable to control his incestuous lust for his mother, he was as curious about having sex with a redhead as much as he was sexually excited about having sex with his mother. As if she was an Irish lass straight from the Ireland's Emerald Isle, the fact that his mother had red hair and freckles was a sexual bonus. Having had sex with plenty of dyed blondes and women with black hair and brown hair, he never had sex with a natural redhead.

Redheads were deemed witches in the 17th century in Salem, Massachusetts. He heard redheads were fiery women when it came to sex. Even the redheaded woman, Melisandre from Asshai, played by Carice Van Houten, The Red Queen aka The Red Woman in the Games of Thrones, was a witch. Not that he thought his mother was a witch, but he wondered what it would be like to have sex with a redheaded witch.

Blondes may have more fun, but redheads get more looks. Bleached, dyed, and wanna be blondes are everywhere, but natural redheaded women are rare. With less than 2% of the world's population having red hair, Scotland has 13% of all redheaded women and Ireland comes in second with 10% of their women having red hair. In the way that blondes always fuss with their hair color, redheads are seemingly content with the color hair they were born to have.

He read that redheaded women have more sex, not so true with his mother, especially once his father abandoned her. Before his father left his mother for her best friend, and before he left for college, he heard them going at it more than once. Even though redheads have less hair than blondes and much less hair than brunettes, red hair is much thicker than other colors. While only 17% of the world's population have blue eyes, blue-eyed redheads are the rarest. Most redheads have brown, hazel, or green eyes. Redheads don't go grey and redheads are more likely to be left handed.

Even though his mother was a sexy redhead, even though his mother had sexy freckles, he was glad that he didn't inherit her red hair. Red hair looked good on women but not as much on men. He thought of Howdy Dowdy with Buffalo Bob Smith and Alfred E. Newman from Mad Magazine fame when he thought of him having red hair. He thought of Bill Gates, Red Skelton, and Ron Howard, all ginger haired men. Happy with his brown hair, he was glad he didn't have red hair.

* * *

"After traveling Europe my senior year and having to do things that I didn't want to do and go places I didn't want to go to graduate, I'd rather just chill. If you don't mind, Mom, I'd rather not go anywhere and/or do anything," he said. "Just hanging around the pool for the summer while having a cocktail is fine with me. Besides, I need a job before spending what little money I have on a summer vacation."

Wishing he dared say what he was thinking about wanting to have sex with his mother, he hoped his mother would join him for a drink while hanging around the pool and while wearing one of her barely there, string bikinis. He enjoyed ogling his mother while she was practically naked and while hoping to see even more of her beautiful body. He hoped his mother would have one too many drinks while wearing her barely there bikini.

He'd like nothing more than to get his 42-year-old mother in the pool after she had been drinking. With the water as his cover, he'd love nothing more than get her in the deep end of the pool while accidentally on purpose touching and feeling her where no son should ever touch and feel their mother through her skimpy bikini. He'd love nothing more than to press his bathing suit clad body against her bikini clad body. He'd love nothing more than to show his mother the incestuous lust he had for her by rubbing his bathing suit clad erection against her.

Maybe if she was drunk enough, horny enough, and sexually frustrated enough she'd allow him to kiss her. Maybe if she was drunk enough, horny enough, and sexually frustrated enough, she'd allow him part her lips with his tongue. Maybe if she was drunk enough, horny enough, and sexually frustrated enough, she'd allow him to feel her beautiful body through her bathing suit. He'd love nothing more than to feel his mother's big breasts, squeeze her shapely ass, and cup her red-haired pussy through her bathing suit.

She shrugged him an okay. Then, she gave him a sexy smile and a naughty look as if she was thinking what he was thinking. With all that they had in common, they were always on the same page. They wouldn't be able to live together if they weren't a lot alike and as compatible as they were. They wouldn't get along as well as they did, if they weren't best friends as well as mother and son.

She gave him the same, sexy smile and naughty look that she gave him in his sexual fantasy when imagining her asking him to finger her pussy while licking her pussy. She gave him the same, sexy smile and naughty look when he imagined her asking him to give her a sexual orgasm with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock. She gave him the same, sexy smile and naughty look that she gave him when he imagined her asking him if she'd like him to suck his cock, cum in her mouth, and watch her swallow his cum.

Perhaps, his sexy, MILF of a mother wanted to have some summertime fun with his hot, hard body in the way that he wanted to have some summertime fun with her sexy, shapely body. Perhaps, as much as he wanted to touch and feel his mother, she wanted him to touch and feel her too. Perhaps, as much as he wanted to touch and feel his mother, she wanted to touch and feel him too. He'd give anything for his mother to allow him to touch and feel her while she touched and felt him too.

"Whatever you want to do, is okay with me," she said while hoping that she'd say that she wanted to spend the rest of the summer having incestuous sex with him.

He had a whole list of incestuously sexual things that he wanted to do with his MILF of a mother. While watching a romantic, chick flick, he'd love to make out with her while feeling her through her clothes. He'd love to undress her. He'd love to see her in her bra and panties, topless, and naked. He'd love to masturbate her before eating her. He'd love to make love to her before fucking her. He'd love for her to suck his cock. Only, nothing more than a sexual fantasy, with her never allowing him to do any of those forbidden, sexual things, alas, the only sex he'd be having is with his hairy hand.

* * *

After sexually teasing one another throughout the summer without actually crossing the incestuous line, a week before his summer vacation was over, he met his mother by the pool. A missed opportunity to have sex with her, he couldn't believe the summer was nearly over. Once he had a job, rented his own place, found a girlfriend, married, had children, and moved away, this summer would be nothing more than a faded, sexual fantasy. Once he had a job, rented his own place, found a girlfriend, married, had children, and moved away, he knew he'd regret not making a sexual move on his mother.

Unlike her to drink to an excess, she had been drinking and was a little tipsy. Perhaps, his last chance to realized his sexual fantasies, he hoped he could use her inebriated state to his sexual advantage. Only, instead of her being in the deep end of the pool, just as she was in his sexual fantasy, she was lying face down on her chaise lounge. If only she was in the water, he'd have more of a chance of touching and feeling her everywhere while playing Marco Polo. If only she was in the water, especially with her a little tipsy, he'd feel her tits and her ass through her bikini.

'Marco! Polo! Marco! Polo,' he thought while imagining reaching out his horny hands with his eyes clothes and touching and feeling his mother's bikini clad breasts and ass. 'Marco! Polo!,' he thought while imagining his mother groping his erect prick through his bathing suit with her eyes closed.

Just as she was in his sexual fantasy, her top was undone and the sides of her big, squished breasts were exposed and clearly visible to his horny eyes. Just as he did in his sexual fantasy, he imagined massaging her nearly naked body. Just as she did in his incestuous dream, he imagined her arching her back to look up at him while inadvertently exposing her naked breasts to him. Just as he masturbated himself over the thought of her stripping herself naked, he imagined her discarding her bikini top, stripping off her bikini bottom, and turning to lay on her back.

'Unlike in my sexual fantasy and nothing more than a sexual fantasy,' he thought. 'My mother would never discard her bikini top. She'd never strip naked in front of me. She'd never lay on her back in front of me while naked.'

He thought of ways how he could see her naked breasts. Tempted and horny enough to do so, he wanted to tickle her with the hopes that she'd pop up without her top. Tempted and horny enough to do so, he wanted to gently and slowly slide a piece of grass across her back with the hopes that she'd think it was a big bug and again, she'd jump up without her top. Tempted and horny enough to do so, he wished he had the nerve to lay on top of his mother while feeling her naked breasts. He'd love to strip off his bathing suit, strip off her bikini bottoms, hump her naked ass, and fuck her doggie style.

He'd love nothing more than to see, touch, feel, and fondle his mother's naked breasts. Judging by how she looked in her blouse and bra, in her bikini, and in her sexy nightgowns, his mother had fabulous breasts. He'd love nothing more than to see the entire shape of his mother's naked breasts, along with her nipples and areolas. Always horny after seeing his mother in her bikini, especially when seeing the sides of her big, squished breasts with her top undone, he'd love to touch, feel, fondle, and suck his mother's big, naked tits.

'I'd love to give her a full body, naked massage,' he thought.

Just as he thought it, she said it.

"Be a dear and give me a massage, Matt, she said wiggling her shapely ass. "I must have slept wrong. I have a backache," she said.

'What? His mother wants him to massage her back,' he thought. He couldn't believe she said what he was thinking.

As if he was psychic, he couldn't believe she asked him what he imagined her asking him when he was masturbating himself over massaging her in his sexual fantasy. Then, just as she did in his sexual fantasy, she arched her back to look back at him while exposing her naked breasts to him. Having never seen his mother's naked breasts before, he couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's naked tits now. It was one thing to see the sides of her squished, naked breasts but quite another thing to see the entire shape of her big breasts, her round areolas, and her erect nipples.

Already on the same page, he couldn't believe his mother asked him what he was thinking and had fantasized about doing while masturbating himself nearly every night. While hoping to cop a cheap feel of the sides of her tits, he'd love nothing more than to massage his mother's shapely back. While massaging her ribs too, he wondered how far she'd allow him to move his horny hand when coming in contact with the sides of her naked breasts. As much as he wanted to massage his mother's back, he wished he could massage her breasts while fingering her nipples too.

As soon as he started massaging his mother's back, she started slowly wigging her ass again while rubbing her thighs together as if she was masturbating herself. Working her back, he could feel where she was tight. About to make his sexual move, he was ready to massage her ribs and move his horny hand around her to feel as much of her naked breasts as he could. Ready to finger her nipples, he wondered what she'd say and do if he dared finger her nipples.

Only, shocking him, when his mother made the first sexual move, he didn't have to make his incestuous move because she did. As soon as he loosened her tight, back muscles, she did something he had sexually fantasized she'd do and couldn't believe she did. Just as she did in his sexual fantasy, she turned to her back and pulled and pushed her bikini top from beneath her and from her chaise lounge to the cement patio. Just as she did in his sexual fantasy while masturbating himself, his mother was topless.

'I don't believe this,' he thought. 'This is just like my sexual fantasy. My mother is topless. She deliberately exposed her naked breasts to my horny eyes. He stared at his mother's naked breasts as if he had never seen naked breasts before. He stared at his mother's naked breasts as if he was dreaming and imagining seeing her naked tits.'

His mother was topless. Something he had wanted to see since he was 18-years-old, he couldn't he was seeing now. He couldn't believe she was topless. Making no move with her hands to cover her nakedness, he couldn't believe his eyes.

In the way that he fantasized about deliberately exposing his cock to her, his mother deliberately exposed her naked breasts to him. His mother's big, naked breasts filled his horny eyes, took hold of his brain, aroused his incestuous lust, and erected his cock. Then, she shocked him even more. If it wasn't enough that she deliberately turned to lay on her back and show him her naked breasts, she did something else as equally shocking. In a quick, fluid motion, just as she did in his sexual fantasy, she removed her bikini bottoms.

Again, just like in his sexual fantasy when masturbating himself, his mother was naked. He couldn't believe his mother was naked. He couldn't believe he was seeing his naked mother. Along with her big tits, his mother's red, trimmed, pubic hair was a sight that he had never seen and would forever remember. The first time seeing his mother naked, this was his first time seeing her naked tits and seeing her naked pussy too. Even if nothing else sexual happened between them, he'd be masturbating of these naked images of his mother for the rest of his life.

* * *

Matthew looked from his mother's naked breasts, her reddish areolas, and her pink nipples to look down at her red, trimmed pussy. Unable to wrap his brain around seeing his mother naked, he was overwhelmed by seeing his mother's naked breasts and naked pussy. In shock, he couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's tits and her naked pussy. Something that no son should ever see of his mother, he couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's beautiful, naked body.

Then, when she closed her eyes, he wondered if she was sleeping. Perhaps between the sun, the alcohol, and the massage, he had relaxed her enough to make her think she was alone. Surely, she'd never strip herself naked in front of him unless she didn't know what she was doing and didn't know that he was there. Unless she was drunk, his mother would never expose her naked body to him in the way that he'd love her to expose her naked body to him. She'd never expose her naked body to him in the way that he'd love to expose his naked body to her.

"Now do my front," she said popping open her blue eyes and giving him a sexy smile.

He stared in her blue eyes before returning his focused gaze to his naked mother. He stared at her naked breasts. He stared at her naked pussy. He stared at her as if she was his lover instead of his mother.

"Your front?" He looked at her with as much shock as he looked at her with sexual excitement. Other than her shoulders, her stomach, and her thighs, anything he touched would be forbiddingly X-rated. Touching any other part of her other than her shoulders, her stomach, and her thighs, would be incestuous. "Are you sure?"

Obviously not to be denied her son giving her sexual pleasure, just as she did in his sexual fantasy, she bent up her legs and spread her knees. She opened herself up as if she was a beautiful, forbidden flower, a black orchid, in bloom. In the way that he had imagined seeing his mother's pink pussy in his sexual fantasy, he was seeing his mother's pink pussy now.

"Yes, I'm sure. I want a happy ending to the massage you just gave me," she said with a pause while giving him a sexy look and a naughty smile.

'A happy ending,' he thought. 'She surely wasn't thinking of a Friendly's ice cream sundae after her meal. Besides, that restaurant was out of business.'

'Mom,' he said and was all that he could say.

Calling his bluff, she wanted to be eaten. Pushing all her chips in the pot, she was all in. Playing her cards and laying her cards out on the table, his mother was gambling that he sexually wanted her as much as she sexually wanted him.

"Touch me, Matt. Finger my pussy while licking my cunt. I need to cum. Give me an orgasm with your fingers and your tongue," she said pausing again while raising her legs higher, parting her knees wider, and parting her pussy lips with her fingers. "Then, after you make love to me and fuck me, I'll suck your cock. I want to give you a summer to remember."

The ever-obedient son, Matt fingered his mother's naked pussy before licking her naked pussy. Rubbing her clit while finger fucking her deeper, he had her wiggling and moaning in no time. He ate his mother as if he was eating his ex-girlfriend. Yet, more sexually excited eating his mother than eating his girlfriend, this was his mother's cunt that he was fingering and licking.

He couldn't wait to hear what sounds she made when getting ready to cum. He couldn't wait to hear her scream out his name, her son's name, when cumming. He couldn't wait to see what she looked like when sexually aroused enough to cum. He couldn't wait to watch her enjoy the sexual orgasm that he was giving her. He couldn't believe he was giving his mother an oral orgasm. He couldn't believe he was fingering his mother's cunt, licking his mother's cunt, and eating his mother's cunt.

He reached up his horny hand to touch, feel, and fondle his mother's big tits while fingering her erect nipples with one hand while fingering her with his other hand. He pulled, turned, twisted, and pinched her erect nipples while squeezing her firm breasts while continuing to lick her hard and fast. Seemingly by his mother's movements, she was enjoying him fingering her nipples as much as she enjoyed him licking her pussy.

He couldn't believe his head was buried between his mother's shapely thighs. He couldn't believe he was giving his mother oral sex. He couldn't believe he was eating his mother's cunt. He couldn't believe she wanted him to eat her as much as he wanted to eat her. He couldn't believe she promised him a blowjob, the blowjob of his life, after he gave her orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock.

"I love your big tits, Mom. I love touching you and feeling you. I love fingering your erect nipples," he said massaging his mother's breasts.

Having seen the same movements with his ex-girlfriend, he could tell by the way she was moving that she was on the verge of having a sexual orgasm.

"Oh, Matt. Matt. Oh, Matt. That feels so good," she said grabbing two handfuls of his brown hair.

As if she was the man and he was the woman, she pulled his head forward and mashed his face in her warm, wet pussy. As if his nose was her personal vibrator, she rubbed his face all over her wet cunt. His face was drenched with his mother's vaginal secretions. He had his mother's pussy juices not only in his mouth but also up his nose.

"Cum, Mom, cum," he said. "Cum, Mom, cum."

Not needing much encouragement to have her orgasm, she let go.

"Matt, I'm cumming. I'm cumming Matt. Oh, my God. Oh, my God, Matt. Rub me harder. Lick me faster. Finger me deeper. Eat me, Matt. Eat me. Eat your mother. Lick me, Matt. Lick me," she said. "Don't stop. Please don't stop licking me. Rub me harder. Lick me faster. Finger me deeper. Eat me Matt, eat me."

Matt rubbed her clit harder. He licked her faster. He fingered her deeper. He made noises that his mother obviously enjoyed hearing.
"Umm, umm, umm," he said while licking her. His way to breath while his mother and nose was filled with his mother's cunt, he continued making the sounds. "Umm, umm, umm."

On the verge of giving her an oral orgasm, he continued rubbing her harder and licking her faster.

Oh, my God! Matt! Matt! Oh, my God. I'm cumming. I'm cumming, Matt. I'm cumming," she said.

Then, when she stiffened her legs before relaxing her body, he knew he gave his mother an oral orgasm. He ate his mother. He couldn't believe he ate his mother. He couldn't believe he made her cum. He couldn't believe he saw her naked body. He couldn't believe she allowed him to feel her breasts while fingering her nipples. He couldn't believe that he was now officially his mother's lover as well as her son.

She relaxed in the afterglow of sex while he wiped his face and nose with a towel. Then, not wasting much time without him, she reached up for him. His mother wanted him to make love to her. He couldn't believe his mother wanted him to make love to her as much as he wanted to make love to his mother. His mother wanted his cock in her pussy.

As if his bathing suit was on fire, he removed it to expose his erect prick to his mother. As soon as he mounted her, she reached down for him. He felt her hand holding his erect prick. He felt her fingers wrapped around his cock. She inserted him inside her.

With just a gentle hump from him and a returned hump from her, he was making love to his mother. He couldn't believe he was making love to his mother. He couldn't believe his hard, hairy prick was buried inside his mother's warm, wet pussy. His sexual fantasy come true, he'd remember this day for the rest of his life.

Humping her harder and humping her faster, he was fucking his mother now. Something he always wanted to do in the kitchen, bend her over the kitchen table, pull up her short skirt, pull down her panties, and fuck her, he was fucking her now in the backyard on her chaise lounge. Something he always wanted to do on the living room couch while watching a movie with her, stripping off her nightgown to have sex with her, he was having sex with her now. Humping her harder and humping her faster, he was really fucking his mother now.

"Oh, Matt. Matt. You're going to make me cum again. Fuck me harder. Fuck me faster. Give your mother an orgasm with your cock. If you give me another orgasm, I'll suck your cock. I'll blow you," she said. "Fuck me, Matt. Fuck me."

Motivated by her promise of a motherly blowjob, he fucked his mother harder and faster. Imagining cumming in his mother's mouth, he pounded her pussy in the way that he never pounded any woman's pussy. While imagining her swallowing his cum before giving her a cum bath, he fucked his mother as hard as she fucked him.

"I can't wait for you to blow me, Mom," said Matt.

Pounding his mother's naked body harder and faster with his naked body, he could feel her ready to cum again.

"Matt, my God. Matt. I don't believe this. Fuck me, Matt, fuck me," she said putting a hand to his naked ass and pushing him forward and deeper inside her. "I'm cumming, Matt. I'm cumming. Oh, Matt. Oh, Matt," she said collapsing with a whimper instead of a scream.

He moved his body to a more comfortable position to hold her without squishing her.

"That was amazing Mom. That was the best sex I ever had with anyone," he said.

* * *

She held him as if he was her lover instead of her son. She kissed him. She parted his lips with her tongue and French kissed him. Kissing and kissing him, he couldn't believe he was making out with his mother. Ready to fuck her again, instead, she moved from beneath him and allowed him to move to his back.

Then, moving halfway down the length of the chaise lounge, she squatted between his legs while staring up at him. With her beautiful red hair a sexy mess as if she had just awakened from a deep sleep instead of having incestuous sex with her son, she stared at him with her blue eyes. She took him in her hand and stroked him before she took him in her mouth to suck him. His mother was blowing him. He couldn't believe his mother was sucking him.

"Tell me, Matt. Is this what you want?"

He gave her a loving smile.

"Yes," he said while staring down at her staring up at him.

Continuing to sexually tease him, she gave him a sexy smile.

"Do you want your mother to stoke you?"

Even more sexually excited now, he couldn't wait for his mother to stroke him.

"Yes," he said while running his fingers through her beautiful, red hair.

Not done sexually teasing him, she tortured him with the sexual anticipation of her blowing him.

"Do you want your mother to blow you?"

Obviously, a rhetorical question, she had every intent of sucking her son.

"God, yes, Mom," he said.

She smiled while continuing to sexually tease him.

"I'd bet you'd want to cum in my mouth and watch me swallow you too," she said.

Obviously, while knowing that she'd eventually blow him and get him to cum in the way that he ate her and got her to cum, he enjoyed the sexy, pillow talk. He enjoyed playing her sexy game of incestuous questions and answers. He enjoyed his mother sexually teasing him.

"I bet you'd even want to give your mother a cum bath too."

As if mesmerized by her beauty and hypnotized because she was his mother, he responded breathlessly.

"Yes, Mom. Yes. I want you to stroke me. I want you to blow me. I want to cum in your beautiful mouth and watch you swallow my cum," he said. "I'd love nothing more than to give you a cum bath too, Mom," he said giving her a big, shit eating smile.

Elizabeth sucked her son. She stroked him while sucking him. Stroking him faster, stroking him harder, and sucking him deeper, she allowed him to cum in her mouth. Yet, before he ejaculated his whole load down her throat, she removed his prick from her mouth to allow her son to give her a cum bath.

As if his cock was an oil well or a volcano, Matt released a huge load of incestuous, sexual lust all over his mother's pretty face, in her beautiful, red hair, and across her naked breasts. For the rest of the week and months that followed before he went to work, got his own place, and found a woman to love and marry, he slept in his mother's bed. Mother and son had wild, incestuous, consensual sex every night and every morning.

As if he was her baby and she was saying goodbye to him by giving him incestuous sex, they licked, sucked, and fucked every morning and every night for the rest of the time they were together. Now that he was sexually intimate with is mother, his sexual fantasies come true, this was the best summer he ever had. A memory that he'd always have of his mother, he gave her a memory that she'd always have of her son.

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