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With Michael naked, he held, hugged, cuddled, and spooned his naked mother. They comforted one another before having sex with one another.

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Continued from Chapter Four:

Michael removed his shirt and kicked off his sneakers. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and kicked them down to his feet before removing them. He stood before his mother in his underwear in the way she stood before him in her bra and panties. He watched her stare down at the now big bulge his semi-erect prick made in tenting his underwear. Then, taking a step closer to her, closer enough for her to reach out her hand to touch him, when she looked up at him to make eye contact, he turned and removed his briefs to show his mother his naked ass.

"There. Are you happy?"

As if he was dancing, twerking actually, with him facing away from her, he wiggled his naked ass.

"Turn around. Let me see your cock," she said slapping his naked ass with her hand. "Show me your prick Michael. C'mon. I want to see your dick in the way you saw my pussy."

With his hand covering his erect prick, his pubic hair peeking out the sides of his hand, and his testicles drooping lower, he turned to face her.

"Okay? Satisfied? There. I'm naked," he said with a nervous laugh.

She reached out her hand to move his hand away and her fingers slowly brushed by the full length of his penis.

"No, I'm not satisfied. In the way you ogled my tits, ass, and pussy, I want to ogle my son's cock," she said. "In the way that I stood before you naked to give you a prolonged look, I want you to stand before me naked to give me a prolonged look.

In the way that he stared at his mother's naked tits, ass, and pussy, she stared at his cock and testicles.

Figuring he'd be more embarrassed than he was when nakedly exposed to his mother, surprisingly he wasn't. Comfortable being naked in front of her, albeit sexually exciting showing her his naked body, especially his engorged prick, being naked in front of his mother felt natural. Being naked in front of his mother felt normal. For the first time, with his erect cock on full display to his mother's pretty, green eyes, he forgot all about the bank's foreclosure. He forgot all about having to load the rental truck and pay to put their possessions in storage. If only for a moment, he forgot all about the depressing sadness and suffering sorrow of losing the house.

Suddenly, with nothing between them, not even clothes, he felt closer to his mother than he had ever felt before. With her shedding her clothes in front of him and him shedding his clothes in front of her, a freeing experience, it was as if they no longer had any secrets between them. Free from their financial obligations and free from the burden of a house they could no longer afford, they were free from their incestuous inhibitions too.

Even though he was unbelievably, sexually aroused, he enjoyed being naked in front of his mother. He was just as sexually excited seeing his mother naked as he was with her seeing him naked. Now he wondered if she was just as sexually excited showing him her naked body as he hoped she was seeing his naked body. Now he wondered if she was just as sexually attracted to him as he was sexually attracted to her. Now he wondered if she was willing and wanted to have sex with him as he was willing and wanted to have sex with her.

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Chapter Five:

"Let's go to bed," she said.

She gave him a sexy smile and a naughty look. Something she never gave him again until now, she gave him before when she was stripping off her clothes. His mother never looked at him in that sexy, sexual way, in the way that a woman looks at a man, in the way that a mother shouldn't look at her son, and in the way she was looking at him now.

When she fell back on the mattress, she looked so beautiful. She looked so vulnerable. She looked so sexy. She looked so ready for sex. When she put her head on her pillow and fluffed up her pillow to look at him with that sexy smile and naughty look, she made his cock twitch.

Oddly enough, when he thought about his mother, he thought about seeing her in her underwear. He thought of her low cut bra that showed the roundness of the top of her abundant breasts. He thought of her white, bikini panties that hugged the curves of her behind in the way that white painted lines hug a highway going around a curve. He thought about seeing her topless. He thought about seeing the size of her shapely breasts, her areolas, and her nipples. He thought about seeing her naked. He thought about seeing her trimmed, dark brown pussy and her round, firm ass. He thought about her having sex with him. Yet, he never thought about his mother having sex with someone else until now.

He imagined her having horny sex with her husband, his father, when she was impregnated with him. He imagined her having passionate sex on her Honeymoon. Feeling her pain and her suffering sorrow after enduring and surviving the ultimate indignation, he wondered where his father was now after leaving his mother for someone younger. He couldn't imagine his father leaving his mother for anyone. She was so beautiful. She was so sexy. She was such a MILF. He imagined her having drunken sex with some guy she met at a party or in a club. Only, she wasn't like that. He imagined her having sex with him. Only, she certainly wasn't like that either.

"I am tired," he said yawning and stretching. "As soon as my head hits that pillow, I'll be asleep.

Only, there'd be no way he'd be sleeping with his mother in bed beside him. How could he possibly sleep with her in the same bed? He imagined lying awake while staring at his mother and watching her sleeping. He'd be better sleeping in the chair because he'd never get any sleep sleeping beside his mother in bed. Only, after loading the truck and unloading the truck, he was so tired.

He wouldn't be tired if his mother wanted sex. He wouldn't be tired if his mother wanted to touch him, stroke him, and suck him. He wouldn't be tired if his mother wanted him to touch her, lick her, and suck her. He wouldn't be tired if his mother asked him to make love to her. He wouldn't be tired if his mother asked him to fuck him. Only, going to bed was nothing more than going to sleep.

As soon as she pulled the covers over her, she kicked off the blanket with her feet and reached down with her hands for the sheet. Instead of reaching for the sheet, he wished she was reaching for him. Yet, when she kicked off the blanket before reaching for the sheet, with the hem of her nightgown raised nearly to the top of her thighs, with her naked beneath her nightgown, and her legs spread as wide as his eyes, he got a good look at her pussy. As if beckoning him, he saw her trimmed, brown public hair, her pussy, slit, her pussy lips, and her swollen clit. He got a good in between her legs look of his mother's cunt.

When she kicked off the blanket before reaching for the sheet, he watched her big tits bounce, sway, and jiggle behind the think flannel of her nightgown. It was sexy to know that she was naked beneath her flannel nightgown. Instead of him sleeping in the chair, she invited him to sleep in the same bed with her. Something he thought would never happen, it was sexually exciting to know that he'd be sleeping next to his mother soon.

"I'm cold but this flannel nightgown is too hot and too constricting. I feel as if I'm sleeping in a down sleeping bag," she said with a laugh while fighting with her nightgown and struggling to free herself from the confines of all of that flannel. "I wish I had packed another nightgown but I didn't. Everything is in storage. I didn't realize it would be this cold and we wouldn't have any heat. Maybe tomorrow we can stop by there and get more of my clothes," she said sitting up in bed to remove her heavy, flannel nightgown.

As if she was someone else and not his mother, he watched her removing her nightgown as if this was the first time seeing her naked when it wasn't. As shocking as it was sexually exciting, with her removing her nightgown and stripping herself naked again happening so fast, he realized that she was his mother. His mother was naked. He had just seen her naked a few minutes before and he was seeing her naked again now. He'd never tire of the sight of seeing her naked. He'd never tire of seeing the sight of her naked tits, ass, and pussy.

'Wow. Oh, my God. She's naked again. My mother is naked again,' said Michael to himself while staring at her naked breasts. 'She's in bed naked. She's going to bed naked with me. Fuck me. I don't believe this.'

"Sure Mom. We can get more of your clothes tomorrow," he said while ogling his mother's naked body.

As if the dim lighting in the motel room was a staged, movie set, the light that peeked through the partially opened bathroom door, gave the room a romantic look and gave her a look of sensuousness, romanticism, and mystery. As if his eyes were breast lasers piercing the darkness, his stare zeroed in on her breasts, her areolas, and her nipples. Hard to miss, her nipples were fully erect and he wondered if that was from her being cold or sexually excited or a combination of both. He wondered if she was excited about going to bed naked as much as he was sexually excited about her going to bed naked.

'She's so beautiful. She's so sexy,' he thought.

She looked at him and gave him her best motherly loving smile. Then, she looked at him and gave him her best sexy look. Finally, she looked at him with a naughty expression on her face. He wondered what she was thinking. He hoped she was thinking of sex. He hoped she was thinking of having sex with him. He hoped she was thinking of having sex with him in the way that he was thinking of having sex with her. He'd like nothing more than to have sex with his mother. Then, she said something that hardened his cock.

"I need to be held. I need to be hugged. I need to be cuddled. I need to be spooned," she said looking at him as if he was her boyfriend, husband, or lover instead of her son. "Come to bed Michael. Keep me warm."

His mother was cold but she was too hot to wear a flannel nightgown. He was cold but, as if he had a sudden fever, he was hot now. Only, his was a good hot and not a bad hot that he was feeling. Instead of sweating, he was sexually excited. Instead of being too warm on the surface of his skin, he was hot within from the incestuous lust that he felt for his mother. He could already feel the passion behind the thoughts of having sex with her. He could already feel the sensation of his body against her naked body while holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, and spooning her.

'Fuck me,' he thought to himself. 'She's naked again. I don't believe she's naked again. I don't believe she's going to bed naked. She wants me to hold her. She wants me to hug her. She wants me to cuddle her. She wants me to spoon her naked body. Good God, I don't believe this. A sexual fantasy come true, I just don't believe I'm about to go to bed with my naked mother,' he said to himself while trying to process himself lying in bed beside his naked mother.

Still unable to wrap his head around seeing his mother naked, he couldn't believe his mother was naked. After all the years he lived with her, he never saw her in her underwear, topless, and/or naked. All it took for him to see his mother in her underwear, topless, and/or naked was to rent a motel room. If he knew that all he needed to do to see his mother in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked before, he would have rented a motel room with her long ago.

His perfect opportunity to do so, maybe instead of going to bed in his clothes, he should go to bed naked too. A thought so delicious, so sensual, so sexual, and so incestuous, he couldn't believe he was thinking about getting naked too and going to bed naked with his mother. He'd love nothing more than to be in bed naked with his naked mother. He'd love nothing more to hold, hug, cuddle, and spoon her naked body with his naked body.

Only he feared being in bed naked with his naked mother. If she said no to him sexually touching her, sexually feeling her, and if she rejected him for sex, he feared that he'd force himself on her and force her to have sex with him. If they were both naked and in bed together, there'd be no way that he could control himself from touching her and feeling her sexually.

Yet, at the very least, she invited him to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, and spoon her. He'd be satisfied just doing that. Only, he being naked would change everything. He being naked may ruin the innocence of the moment. Yet, if his mother could be in bed naked, why couldn't he be naked in bed too?

Touching, feeling, and groping her everywhere a son should never touch, feel, and grope his mother, unable to control his incestuous, sexual passion, his hands would be all over his mother's naked body. Good God, if he was naked with his naked mother, he'd be sticking his cock in her hand before sticking his cock in her mouth and then before sticking his cock in her pussy. If he was naked and in bed with his naked mother, he'd put her hand on his cock. He'd wrap her fingers around his erection. He'd have her stroke his cock before sucking his cock and before fucking his cock.

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His mother wanted to be held. He couldn't wait to hold his mother's naked body. While holding her, he couldn't wait to feel his body pressed against her naked body. Should he throw all caution to the wind and go to bed naked too, he imagined feeling his stiff prick positioned against her while holding her. He couldn't wait to wrap his arms around his naked mother and hold his naked mother while his cock stabbed her back.

His mother wanted to be hugged. He couldn't wait to hug his naked mother. While hugging her, he couldn't wait to feel his body pressed against her naked body. Again, should he throw all caution to the wind and go to bed naked too, he imagined feeling his stiff prick positioned against her while hugging her. He couldn't wait to wrap his arms around his naked mother to hold her and to hug his naked mother while his cock poked her naked ass.

His mother wanted to be cuddled. He couldn't wait to cuddle his naked mother. While cuddling her, he couldn't wait to feel his body pressed against her naked body. Yet again, should he throw all caution to the wind and go to bed naked too, he imagined feeling his stiff prick positioned against her while cuddling her. He imagined rubbing his hard, naked dick up against his mother's naked ass. He couldn't wait to hold her, to hug her, and to cuddle his mother as if they were close dancing while lying naked in bed.

His mother wanted to be spooned. He couldn't wait to spoon his naked mother. While spooning her, he couldn't wait to feel his body pressed against her naked body. Once again, should he throw all caution to the wind and go to bed naked too, he imagined feeling his stiff prick positioned against her while spooning her. On the pretense of spooning his mother, he couldn't wait to slide his prick along her ass crack while dry humping his mother. Glad to use his cock as the Devil's pitchfork, he imagined holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, spooning her, and dry humping his naked mother.

While holding, hugging, cuddling, spooning, and dry humping his naked mother, he couldn't wait to reach his horny hands around her and feel her big tits while fingering her erect nipples. He couldn't wait to reach down and around her to move his hand between her legs to rub her clit while fingering her pussy. He couldn't wait to turn her, spread her legs, and slide his body down the bed to finger her warm pussy while licking her wet pussy. Then, he couldn't wait to mount her and make sweet love to her before fucking her hard and fucking her fast.

Oh, yeah, no doubt about that, he'd lick his mother's cunt. He'd stick his tongue right in there. He'd reach up his horny hands to feel her tits and finger her nipples while eating his mother's pussy. Licking and licking her, he'd finger her pussy while eating his mother's cunt. He'd hang onto her shapely thighs while licking and licking her. He wouldn't stop licking her until she had an orgasm in his mouth. Then, even after she had an orgasm, he'd continue licking her. Now that she was hot and ready, he'd give her multiple orgasms with his fingers and mouth.

'How do you like me now Mom?'

Only, getting way ahead of himself, other than to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, spoon her, and possibly even dry hump her, she'd never allow him to touch her sexually and in that incestuous way. Just as she'd never allow him to lick her pussy, she'd never allow him to finger her nipples never mind rubbing her clit and fingering her cunt. It was enough that his mother was naked again. It was enough that he'd soon be in bed with his naked mother. It was enough that he'd soon be touching and feeling her naked body under the innocent pretenses of holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, and spooning her.

Did he dare get in bed naked with his naked mother? Did he dare try touching her in a sexual way? Did he dare try feeling her in an incestuous way? Did he dare try to have sex with his mother?

Only, who was she kidding? A game that he certainly enjoyed and hoped that he'd win, what the Hell kind of game was this? She was no virgin. She was not so innocent. Even though she was his mother and he was his son, tonight they were just a man and a woman. Tonight, they needed intimacy. Tonight, they needed the comfort of one another's bodies. Tonight, they needed sex.

Obviously teasing him, as soon as she stripped off her clothes and stood in front of him in her panties and bra that wasn't innocent behavior that was incestuous behavior. Obviously trying enticing him, as soon as she stripped off her clothes and stood in front of him topless that wasn't innocent behavior that was incestuous behavior. Obviously with her wanting to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with her, as soon as she stripped off her clothes and stood in front of him naked that wasn't innocent behavior that was incestuous behavior. Obviously, his MILF of a mother was trying to seduce him. Only, with him ready, willing, and eager to have sex with her, she didn't have to try very hard to tempt him to have sex with her.

Her stripping off her clothes to stand before him in her underwear, topless, and/or naked was something that a mother would never do with her son. That was incestuous. As soon as she removed her nightgown and invited him in bed to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, and spoon her that was something that a mother would never do with her son. That wasn't just incestuous, that was incest.

Seriously. Think about it. What mother would parade around her son in her bra and panties? What mother would turn to face her son before unhooking and removing her bra to show her son her tits, her areolas, and her nipples? What mother would remove her panties and stand before her son naked while showing her son her pussy? What mother would not only stand before her son naked but also slowly turn for her son to see her naked ass as well as her naked tits and pussy. If she didn't want and was expecting sex, what mother would make no attempt to cover her nudity but instead just stand there while her son ogled her naked body?

If she was any other woman but his mother, her being in bed naked was her way of showing him that she wanted sex. If she was any other woman but his mother, her stripping herself naked and now removing her nightgown to be in bed naked was not only sexual but also incestuous. Being that she was his mother and he was her son, her bizarre behavior of stripping herself naked, going to bed naked, and inviting him to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, and spoon her was incestuously sexual. If he was a betting man, he'd bet that his mother wanted to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with her.
Only, with all of this new to him, not wanting to make a horrible mistake, he didn't know what her agenda was. What was her motivation for stripping naked in front of him? What was her motivation for removing her nightgown to go to bed naked? What was her motivation to ask him to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, and spoon her naked body? Was her motivation to strip herself naked because she was hot, because she wanted to rid him of lusting over her, or was her motivation to remove her nightgown because she wanted sex, incestuous sex? Was her motivation innocent or was it incestuous?

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With him a horny, sexually frustrated man, how could he be sure? With all of this new to him, he could be confusing his mother's innocence intentions with her sexual and incestuous agenda. With him being so sexually attracted to his mother, he could be confusing his mother's love for him with her imagined sexual attraction to him. With him perversely perverted and with everything he thinks in regards to his mother as incestuous, he could be clueless in his mother's love for him that he thinks is sexual.

He was so confused. He was so sexually excited. He was so sexually frustrated. All he knew was that he wanted to have sex with his mother. He wanted to feel and fondle her big tits before fingering and sucking her erect nipples. He wanted to lick her clit and finger her pussy before having sexual intercourse with his mother. All he knew was that he wanted to make love to his mother before fucking his mother. All he knew was that he wanted her to touch his cock before wrapping her fingers around his stiff prick. He wanted her to stroke his dick before sucking his penis. He wanted to cum in his mother's mouth and he wanted to watch her swallow him.

So what? On the surface, what's so wrong with that? What's wrong with him having sex with his mother? Why is it so wrong to want to make love to his mother when, more than any other woman, she is the woman that he loves the most? With him having sex with any woman who gives him the eye, women who don't really care about him, women who don't love him, and women who will never love him in the way that his mother loves him, why wouldn't he want to have sex with his mother?

Then, again, the flipside of that coin, what's wrong with him? Why is he so sexually attracted to his mother? Why does he see himself going to bed with his mother, albeit with her naked, as a sexual opportunity instead of an act of kindness and love? Why is he putting his wanton desires and incestuous, sexual attractions on his mother? Just because he was incestuous attracted to her doesn't mean that she was sexually attracted to him.

After she dared him to strip off all of his clothes, he was in a quandary. In the way she was looking at his cock, staring at his prick, and ogling his naked body, she made him think that his mother sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. Yet, it was one thing for him to sexually want his mother, it was something else entirely for his mother to sexually want him. She wasn't like that. She wasn't a slut, a whore, or incestuous, trailer tramp trash. She was his mother and he was his son.

How dare he think of her in that sexually inappropriate way? How dare he want to have sex with his naked mother? Yet, unable to control his incestuous, sexual, lustful desires for her naked body, dare he go to bed naked too? If it wasn't tempting himself enough to try and have sex with her while she was in bed naked, he'd be double daring himself from having sex with his naked mother while he was in bed naked with her too. Dare he play in the Devil's playground by giving into the incestuous temptation of trying to have sex with his mother? Truth be told, truth or dare, he'd love to be in bed naked with his mother.

The more he thought about going to bed naked with his mother, he couldn't wait to feel his erect, naked cock pressed up against his mother's shapely, naked ass. Not just his cock but also he couldn't wait to press the full length of his naked body up against his mother's naked body while reaching his hand around her to cup her naked breasts and possibly even finger her erect nipples. A sexual fantasy come true, he could only imagine what it would feel like to hold her, to hug her, to cuddle her, and to spoon her while dry humping her and while feeling her big tits and fingering her erect nipples.

Only, suddenly feeling guilty for all that he imagined sexually doing to his mother, nothing more than a sexual fantasy he enjoyed having and masturbating himself to, he'd never violate her in such an incestuous way. He'd never force her to do anything sexual. It's one thing for her to be naked but it's quite another thing for him to be naked and in the same bed with her too. What was he thinking? Obviously for her to be naked, she sexually wants him as much as he sexually wants her.

Right? He didn't know. He wasn't sure.

He had lost his mind to incestuous thoughts. He was thinking too much with his cock instead of with his brain. Even though he fantasized touching and feeling his naked mother while masturbating himself, he'd never touch and feel his naked mother in such a sexual and incestuous way. Just because she was naked didn't mean that she wanted sex or was expecting him to give her sex.

Right? He didn't know. He wasn't sure.

'Oh, my God, this is my sexual fantasy come true. I can only imagine what it would feel like to hold her, to hug her, to cuddle her, and to spoon my naked mother while I was naked too,' he thought to himself.

Only, if indeed he had the courage to go to bed naked, it certainly would be enough that he'd be naked and in bed with his naked mother. With her allowing him to hold her, to hug her, to cuddle her, and to spoon her but with no mention of dry humping her, he'd better not push his luck by dry humping her naked ass. As if he was a dirty dog and he certainly was, he needed to remove the thought of dry humping his mother from his mind. Not wanting to prematurely ruin what may blossom between them, it was one thing for him to be in bed with his naked mother but for her to allow him to touch her and feel her sexually was something else.

Knowing the modestly moral mother she was before tonight, nonetheless her stripping off her clothes in front of him, she'd never allow him to touch and feel her in the way he wish he could touch and feel her. She'd never allow him to finger her nipples and finger her pussy, while trying to slide his stiff prick inside of her from behind. Besides, even if she allowed him to touch and feel her in such a sexually inappropriate way, filled with remorse, regret, and guilt, how could he look her in the eye the next morning? Even though he was a horny, sexually frustrated man and she was a beautiful, sexy woman, the unalterable fact remained that she was his mother and he was her son.

A good woman, a God fearing woman with a big heart, and a strong woman, his mother wasn't trailer trash. His mother wasn't a tramp with a tramp stamp tattooed on her lower back and just above her ass. She didn't have any tattoos. Her nipples, her tongue, and her clit weren't pierced. She didn't advertise to the world that she was a whore, that she sucked cock, or that she took it up the ass. She wasn't a wild woman. She was his mother and he was her son.

Unfortunately and sexually frustrating for him, she wasn't the type of incestuous, sexual woman who'd ever have sex with him. Just because she stripped herself naked in front of him doesn't mean that she wanted him to give her sex. Just because she was in bed naked with him and wanted him to sleep with her while holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, and spooning her, doesn't make her an incestuous whore. Her being in bed naked with him just makes her cold, tired, and lonely. Her being in bed naked with him just makes her more of a MILF of a mother and makes him sexually and incestuously want her even more.

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He needed to calm the fuck down and to take his mother being naked and in bed for what it was. Nothing. Absolutely nothing more than what it was. No matter what her sexual agenda was or wasn't the fact remained that she was his mother and he was her son. Yet, just as he was, first she was cold and now she was hot. First he was cold and now he is hot, so very hot. Only, him being hot had nothing to do with the temperature. His horny libido was making him hot.

Now, suddenly, he felt as if he was taking sexual advantage of his mother by even thinking about stripping himself naked and going to bed naked too. She doesn't even know he was thinking about getting naked before climbing in bed with her. What would she say if he did get in bed naked with her? What would she do if he hugged her naked body with is naked body? Would she jump? Would she recoil? Would she reject him? Would she tell him to put on his pajama bottoms? Or would she pretend she didn't notice that he was naked?

Now that he was thinking about going to bed naked, he wanted to go to bed naked. He'd like nothing more than to hold, hug, cuddle, and spoon his naked mother with his naked body. Only, with his erection having a mind of its own and acting as if it was a probe looking for a warm, wet place to hide, he'd be impaling his mother's naked body in places where his cock should never touch his mother's naked body.

Especially now after seeing her naked when she stripped off her clothes in front of him, she doesn't even know how much he sexually wanted her. Yet, in the way he was staring at her, leering her naked body, and ogling her ass, her tits, and her pussy, how could she not know that he wants he sexually? She even said that she knew he sexually lusted over her while masturbating over her.

Yet, what if she was mad that he removed his clothes before getting in bed? With his sexual lust for his mother so obviously transparent, and with her knowing that he sexually wants her after calling her a MILF, what if she was mad that he had the thoughts of him actually having sex with her? With his sexual lust for his mother so obviously transparent, what if she was pissed that he had an erection when he came to bed, especially when she wasn't even wet. As much as he'd love to have sex with his mother, he knew that she'd never have sex with her son.

"Bed? Yeah. Okay. Sure," he said.

He had thought about retrieving his pajama bottoms from the bureau drawer, but abandoning that idea, he didn't. Instead, with his mother already facing the other way, he did something he wouldn't have done had she been looking at him, watching him, and judging him. Daring himself to do so, instead of coming to bed wearing pajama bottoms and a tee shirt, he removed his tee shirt and socks. He needed to know what it would feel like to be naked and in bed with his naked mother. He needed to know what it would feel like to have his naked body pressed up against her naked body. Now the only things he was wearing were his smile and his erection.

'Fuck it,' he thought to himself. 'Maybe with her already in bed naked, she was expecting me to come to bed naked too. Maybe with her already in bed naked, she's expecting me to give her sex. Maybe with her already in bed naked, her way to make me feel better, she's willing to give me sex after all that happened today.'

Happy to oblige her, he only hoped as the horny son that he was that he wasn't getting the wrong idea from his mother by her stripping off her blouse, her jeans, her bra, and her panties in front of his horny eyes. He hoped he wasn't getting the wrong impression of his mother by her stripping off her flannel nightgown and going to bed naked. Yet, what else was he to think? In all the years he had lived with her, he had never seen any more than a sliver of her panties in a quick up skirt flash. In all the years he had lived with her, he had never seen any more of the top of her bra and her long, line of cleavage in a down blouse sneak peek.

Now, after seeing her parading around him in her bra and panty, topless, and then naked, there was no way that he could stop himself from getting naked too. Even if his mother only wanted him to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, and spoon her, why would she have him do that while she was naked? With him naked too and his cock pressed up against her naked body, at the very least, with him dry humping her, there was no way that he wouldn't try and have sex with her.

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With his mother already on her side and turned away from him, when he lifted the sheet to climb in bed beside her, as if he was dreaming it, imagining it, and fantasizing it, he saw his mother's shapely, naked ass. With her beautiful ass curled toward him, she was in the fetal position. Did she expect to have sex with him? Did she want him to fuck her doggie style from behind?

While holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, and spooning her, did she want him to touch her and feel her in a sexually, incestuous way? Wanting to know if she was wet, he so wanted to slide a slow hand along her pussy slit. He so needed to know if she was as wet as he was hard. Immediately with his mother lying there so sexy and so vulnerable, his cock went from semi-erect to fully erect. He'd love nothing more than to slide his hard cock in her warm, wet pussy.

"Hold me, Michael. Hug me. I'm cold. Cuddle me and spoon me until I warm up," she said moving her firm ass against his hard cock.

'Oh, my God,' he thought when she pressed her naked ass against his naked, erect prick. 'Fuck me. I don't believe this.'

His mother's naked ass was position right against his naked cock.

"Mom," not knowing what else to say, he let out a whisper.

As if she was sexually teasing him and erotically enticing him to touch her and feel her, she continued wiggling her shapely naked ass against his naked body until his cock found a comfortable place between her naked ass cheeks. He so wanted to hump her. He so wanted to make love to her. He so wanted to turn her over and fuck her.

"Oh, Michael. Someone is naked other than me. Someone has an erection," she said with a dirty laugh while wiggling her ass tighter into his prick again. "Actually that feels good baby," she said. "With your prick so very hard, you're making Mommy feel so loved and so wanted."

To be continued...