All characters portrayed are over the age of eighteen.

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James offers to make his mother an online dating profile and to take some sexy photos for her to post.

James remembered how his father and mother continually fought and argued. The same redundantly looping argument every day, stopping at one place one day to continue the argument in the same place the next day, he hated when they argued. It was obvious to him that his father no longer loved his mother in the way that she loved him and in the way that James loved her. It was obvious to him that his father had a woman on the side that he was seeing and screwing. Only, at the time, he didn't know that his father was fucking 18-year-old girlfriend, Jessica.

Not believing he'd be fucking someone his own age, he figured his father would be having sex with a much younger woman and he was right. His father couldn't find a woman more beautiful and who had a better body unless she was much younger. He was shocked when the younger woman was Jessica. Just as his mother was surprised that he had been having sex with a woman half his age, James was surprised that his father had been having sex with his girlfriend.

"In the way that he constantly and continually mistreated you, lied to you, and cheated on you, I don't understand why you still miss the man. He was a drunk and a pig for taking up with my ex-girlfriend, a woman young enough to be his daughter," he said which was what he hoped to do with his mother. Convoluted in logic, he hoped that his mother would not only take up with a man young enough to be her son but also with a man who was her son. "That's disgusting. He's disgusting," said James. "You've wasted enough time and tears over him."

As if finally understanding that her ex-husband leaving her wasn't her fault and that she needed to get over him and move on with her life, she looked at James to acknowledge what he said about his father with renewed insight. As if finally realizing that her ex-husband leaving her was the best thing that could have ever happened, she was better off without him. Yet, nonetheless her insightfulness, she looked at her son with sadness. She looked as if she was about to cry.

"You're right. I know you're right. For him to treat me like that, after all these years, was wrong, but it still hurts," she said while holding back her tears. "I'm glad he's gone."

He looked at her wondering why she was here with him instead of attending some Christmas party or singles only, romantic dance at a nightclub while hoping to meet someone. Tempted to ask his mother out on the town, he imagined dancing with her and having a good, sexual time with her afterwards. He imagined going parking with his mother after the dance. He imagined making out with his mother while feeling her through her clothes. He imagined having sex with his mother in her car or at some fleabag motel.

Only, how would that look with him treating his mother as if she was his date? What if they saw someone they knew? Besides, until he found a good paying job, he didn't have money enough to go anywhere and to do anything. He had already blown his budget in buying her Christmas Day gifts. Not yet finding a job after graduating college, as an unemployed man, he couldn't afford to date his mother. With what his father left her and with her good job, his mother was taking care of him. With her the older woman and him the younger man, he was his mother's bitch.

"You need to go out more Mother. You need to meet someone. You need to forget about him and move on with your life," he said pausing while looking to see what reaction, if any, his words had on her.

Seeing her in the glow of the Christmas tree lights, she was so beautiful. Seeing her wearing his favorite panty flashing skirt, she was so sexy. Before looking up at him to answer him, she looked down at her champagne glass as if all her answers were there. If only she knew that the only answer she had was sitting across from her.

"I know you're right James but sometimes, especially when I'm feeling sad and lonely, my head and my heart go in opposite directions. Too preoccupied thinking about him, where he is and what he's doing, I'm not ready to have a relationship with another man, not just yet," she said.

# # #

As if she needed that extra bit of head action to prove to him that she wasn't interested in finding a man, she slowly shook her head while looking out the window behind him and he turned to look too.

"It's snowing," he said. "I love watching the snow fall. A good time to think without the noise of everyday life, everything gets so quiet when it's snowing."

As if they had never seen snow before, they watched the snow silently fall.

"At least we'll have a white Christmas Day," she said changing the subject with a smile. "I love freshly fallen snow. Maybe we can play in the snow and make snow angels and a snowman tomorrow."

As much as he'd love to play in the snow with his mother and roll around with her making snow angels, he refused to allow her to change the subject. As if she was his snow bunny and they were at a ski lodge, he'd love to kiss her in the snow. He'd love to have hot sex with her in the cold snow. Yet, he needed to break her out of her sadness. He needed to encourage her to go out and meet someone.

As if seeing her for the first time and in a new light of sadness and vulnerability, he looked at her as if seeing her more as a potential love match for some man instead of looking at her as his mother. Suddenly feeling jealous that she'd rather be with someone else than with him, he didn't want another man kissing and pawing his mother in the way that he wished he could kiss and paw his mother. In the way that she was so loyally faithful to her father, he didn't want her to be blinded by the love of another man. He'd rather keep her all for himself.

With him back living at home, now was his chance to make his move on his mother. In the way that she deliberately, or inadvertently, and continually flashed him her panties, cleavage, and bra, he sensed she was as sexually interested in him as much as he was sexually interested in her. Adding more proof to his suspicions that she sexually wanted him in the way that he sexually wanted her, she didn't immediately leave his bedroom when she caught him masturbating.

Instead of leaving his room shocked and embarrassed, she stayed and stared at his exposed prick while obviously sexually aroused. Instead of leaving his room, she fingered her nipple through her blouse and bra and moved her hand beneath her short skirt to finger her pussy inside her panties. Instead of leaving his room, she watched him stroking himself while calling her name. She saw him cum.

"Maybe you should try online dating," he said rethinking what he was about to say next but saying it anyway. "I can help with your profile. I'll even take some sexy pictures of you to post," he said pushing his luck while hoping she'd agree to having him photograph her in sexy, sexual poses.

As soon as he offered to take some sexy photos of his mother for her online, dating profile, he was dizzy with incestuous desire for her. He couldn't help but think of her wearing one of her short, low-cut, sexy nightgowns with nothing underneath. Lighting up her sheer, nearly transparent nightgown with his camera flash to make it virtually see-through, he'd love to photograph his nearly naked mother for fodder when he masturbated over the thoughts of having sex with her again. Continuing his sexual fantasy, he imagined her standing before his camera wearing only her panties and bra, being topless, or even naked.

'That would be so hot to photograph my mother in a sexy nightgown. That would be so hot to photograph my mother in her bra and panties,' he thought. 'That would be so hot to have a photograph her in her sexy underwear. That would be so hot to photograph her topless and/or naked,' he thought while continuing his sexual fantasy of photographing his mother and now needing to masturbate himself again.

He imagined posting her photographs to his computer. He imagined masturbating over staring at his mother in her sexy nightgown and in her bra and panties. He imagined masturbating over the photographs of his mother topless and naked. He imagined posting his mother's sexy photographs online for his friends and everyone to see his sexy and beautiful mother. Only, just as he knew she'd never allow him to make her an online, dating profile, she'd never allow him to take sexy photos of her in her underwear, topless, and/or naked.

As if she was a Playboy model hiding her nipples, dressed in just her panties, he imagined his mother removing her bra to cup her breasts with her hands while he took dozens of photos of her nearly topless body. Strictly for artistic purposes, of course, he wondered if she'd allow him to photograph her in the nude, face down on the couch, on her bed, or on the rug. For artistic purposes only, of course, he'd love nothing more than shooting shots of his naked mother while she danced around a pole. They have a pole in the garage, a Lally column, but it would be too cold for her to strip herself naked out there.

Nothing more than a sexual fantasy, she'd never strip naked or dance naked in front of him. Perhaps falling for those lines, that her photos were for artistic purposes and not sexual in nature, nonetheless, he imagined her allowing him to post photos of her online in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked. Yet, nothing more than feeding his masturbating fodder for later, who was he kidding? She'd never allow him to take any sexy photos of her never mind allowing him to post any sexy photos of her online. Even though it would be hot to show his friends and the world his naked mother, he wouldn't want his friends to know that he was banging his Mom.

Yet, even though he really wouldn't want his friends and strange men ogling his topless and/or naked mother, he'd love to see sexy photos of her. If he ever saw his mother in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked, he didn't know if he could control himself from touching her and feeling her where no son should ever touch and feel his mother. If nothing else but for masturbation fodder, he'd love to have sexy photos of his mother in all manner of undress. He'd show her photos to a few, select friends who incestuously lusted over their mothers in the way that he incestuously lusted over his mother.

Having thought about installing a peephole camera in her master bedroom and master bathroom, he only thought of doing that when he was masturbating himself. Just as he'd never strip his drunken mother naked and have sex with her drunken body, he'd never spy on her with hidden cameras. Yet, it was sexually exciting to imagine doing those sexy things when he was pulling his prick with the thoughts of her in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked.

"Online dating?" She looked at him as if he had just insulted her. She looked at him as if he was nuts, drunk, or both. "I'd never post my profile online with all those creepy and perverted men out there who'd contact me for sex. I'd never allow you to take sexy photos of me to post online," she made a sour face and a nervous laugh. "That would be wrong. That would be nasty. That would be incestuous," she said looking at him as if she was thinking about posing for him and asking his opinion of how her sexy pictures looked rather than making a declarative statement of abject negativity.

He shrugged her his encouragement while giving her a sexually excited smile. He felt like such a lecher trying to convince his mother to post for him. He felt like such a pervert while imagining his mother in her underwear, topless, and naked.

"Why not? It's just a photo, Mom," he said playing it cool. "What's the big deal? You show more of your body when wearing your bikini," he said suddenly thinking about his mother in her sexy bikini.

She sighed and rolled her eyes while making another sour face as if she had just bitten into something bitter.

"With all the invasive practices our government does with reading people's private e-mails, I'd never post my photos, especially sexy photos, online to the cloud. Who knows who'd see them and/or steal them? Someone from my work, my church, or from the neighborhood may recognize me. I'd be so embarrassed for someone that I know to see something of me that they shouldn't see," she said putting her hand to her collar as if she was already topless.

If only she dared allow him to post her profile along with her sexy photos, he imagined e-mailing his mother as if he was a man interested in dating her. If she dared allow him to post her profile along with sexy photos of herself, he imagined his mother sexually interested in his anonymous self. With them writing sexy and salaciously erotic correspondences back and forth, he wondered if he could persuade her to send him even sexier photos of herself. How hot would that be for his mother to fall for his anonymous self and send him photos of her in all manner of undress while writing him sexy e-mails?

"Not every man out there is a creep and/or a pervert," he said with a laugh while knowing that he was a creep for wanting to see his mother naked and a pervert for wanting to have sex with her.

Without a doubt, he was a creep when it came to wanting to see his mother in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked. He was definitely an incestuous pervert in wanting to have sex with his naked mother. Obviously, there was something mentally wrong with him for wanting to see his mother naked and have sex with her naked body. In the way that his father no longer wanted his mother but wanted his ex-girlfriend, he no longer wanted his ex-girlfriend but wanted his mother.

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Changing the subject again, this time moving the conversation from her to him, she looked at him in the way he had been looking at her. When she gave him a sexy smile and a naughty look, he wondered what she was thinking. He wondered if she was thinking of him posing for her as he hoped that she'd pose for him.

"What about you?"

'What about me,' he thought? 'I'm sexually attracted to my MILF of a mother. I masturbate over the thoughts of my mother naked. I masturbate over the thoughts of having incestuous sex with my mother. I want to have forbidden, incestuous sex with her. I want to kiss her, touch her, hold her, feel her, fondle her, strip her naked, and have my wicked, incestuous, sexual way with her naked body,' he thought. 'I want to finger her, lick her, make love to her, and fuck my mother as much as I want her to stroke me, suck me, and fuck me too.'

He looked at her with guilt for always trying to see something of his mother that he shouldn't see. He looked at her with guilt for staring at her while always undressing her with is eyes. He looked at her with guilt for constantly and continually masturbating over the incestuous, sexual fantasy of having sex with his MILF of a mother.

'Especially after she caught me masturbating over wanting to have sex with her while calling her name, I wonder if she thinks of me as being a creep or a pervert?'

If she was looking at him as if he was a creep or a pervert, indeed he was a pervert, an incestuous pervert but, just because he wanted to see his mother topless and/or naked, he wasn't a creep. He was a kind, caring, loving, and sensitive son. A son who loved his mother was a gross understatement. Not only did he love his mother but also, he wanted to make love to his mother.

He looked at her with as much curiosity as he looked at her with confusion. He looked at her with sexual lust and incestuous passion. As always he did, undressing her with his eyes, he looked at her as if she was sitting across from him in her bra and panties, topless, or naked. Hoping she didn't think of him as a creep or a pervert, he asked the question.

"What about me?"

Now, perhaps, as if she was imagining him posing for her, she looked at him in the same sexy way that he looked at her. He wondered what she was thinking. He wondered if she was having the perversely, incestuous thoughts that he was having. He wondered if she was thinking of him naked in the way that he was thinking of her naked. He wondered if she wanted to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with her.

"You don't have anyone in your life either, James. Why don't you post an online profile to help you find someone to date?" She paused as if rethinking what she was about to say before saying it. Then, in the way that he said what he was thinking, she said what she was thinking too. "You write the profile and I'll take some sexy, beefcake photos of you in your underwear," she said with a sexy laugh.

A tempting offer, he'd love nothing more than to pose for his mother in his underwear. Only, he'd be posing with a huge erection tenting his briefs. Who knows? Perhaps if he posed for his mother in his underwear, with her having already seen his cock, she'd ask him to pose naked. More than likely, if he was posing for his mother in his underwear while having a huge erection, he'd remove his underwear to pose naked for his mother. He'd love nothing more than to put her hand on his erect cock before forcing her to her knees and impaling her beautiful mouth with his hard, hairy prick.

Yet, perhaps, if he posed for his mother, she'd pose for him too. Who knows? Perhaps, if he posed for his mother in his underwear, she'd posed for him in her underwear too. Perhaps, if he posed naked for his mother, she'd post topless or naked for him too. Just as he'd love to pose naked for his mother, he'd love nothing more than to take some sexy photos of his mother in her underwear, topless, and/or naked.

With one thing leading to another, perhaps from taking photos of one another, they'd have sex with one another. Lots of models have sex with their photographers during a photo shoot. How hot would that be for the camera to snap some timed snapshots of them having sex? Only nothing more than his imagination running wild, just as she'd never sexually pose for him, she'd never have sex with him.

"Eww, Mom? Eww! Gross, that's so gross," he said feigning his disgust while trying to hide his sexual excitement by the thought of posing naked for his mother.

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He thought more about posing for his mother. He'd love to pose for his mother in his underwear. He'd even be willing to pose for his mother naked. He'd love to show her his erect, naked prick again. No doubt, as soon as he removed his pants, he'd have an erection. Maybe she'd ask him to masturbate and cum for her again, too. Maybe she'd masturbate him instead of him having to masturbate himself. Maybe if he masturbated for her, she'd masturbate for him. Maybe if she masturbated him, she'd want him to masturbate her too. His head was ready to explode from thinking of too many incestuous variables.

Yet, something he'd love to do, he wondered if she'd seriously ask him to pose naked. Just as he'd love for his mother to pose naked for him, he'd love to pose naked for his mother. No doubt, as soon as he posed naked in front of his mother, he'd want to stroke himself and masturbate for her too. He'd love for his mother to photograph him masturbating and cumming. Yet, as soon as he posed naked for his mother, he'd want to have sex with her. Only, just as she'd never ask him to masturbate and cum for her, she'd never have sex with him.

Stuck on the thought of photographing his mother in all manner of undress, cock and balls for tits and pussy, maybe if he posed naked for her, she'd pose topless and/or naked for him too. Stuck on the thought of masturbating for his mother, maybe if he masturbated for his mother, in the way that she masturbated herself while watching him masturbating, she'd masturbate for her son too. Whether she masturbated for him or not, he'd love to see more of his mother's hot body. He'd love to have sex with his MILF of a mother.
At the very least, he'd love to have sexy photographs of his mother. Adding to his sudden horniness, he imagined his mother in her sexy nightgown. He imagined his mother in her panties and bra, topless, and/or naked and posing while he snapped dozens of photos of her beautiful body. Only, nothing more than another one of his sexual fantasies, just as she'd never masturbate herself in front of him, in the way that he masturbated himself in front of her, she'd never pose for him without her clothes.

"Oh, don't be so shy," she said waving a hand of disinterest. "You don't have anything that I haven't seen before," she said with a laugh. "Besides, I'm not about to ogle my own son."

Actually, she did ogle him when he was masturbating and cumming. Unfortunately, he couldn't say the same for himself. If given the chance, he'd leer and stare at whatever his mother was showing him. She had everything he hadn't seen before and couldn't wait to see now. In the way that she supposedly wouldn't ogle him, even though she had, he'd ogle her. In the way that she was sexually turned off because he was her son, even though she wasn't, he was sexually turned on because she was his mother.

Not believing that their dialogue was going anywhere but to sexually frustrate him, he changed the subject. Nonetheless, with the thoughts of his mother posing for him in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked, he'd be masturbating over this conversation later. With the thoughts of him posing for his mother in his briefs and/or naked with his protruding erection showing his incestuous, sexual lust for her, he'd be masturbating over that later too.

# # #

"You can't be alone the rest of your life, Mother. What happens when I meet someone, marry, and maybe even move out of state? No one should be alone. We all need someone to love. We all need someone in our lives. You're still young. You still have lots of life to live," he said. "You need to live your life with a special man, someone who will be kind, caring, and who will love and support you."

A ridiculous thought fueled by his incestuous horniness, he suddenly wished he could live with his mother forever as man and woman instead of as mother and son. He didn't need another woman to sexually satisfy him when he had his mother. Yet, he seriously doubted that she felt the same way. If he was to suggest that living arrangement to her, living as man and woman instead of as mother and son, she'd think there was something wrong with him. She'd think that he was nuts. She'd think that it was something she did wrong when raising him. She'd want him to have his head examined by a psychiatrist.

"When your father left me for that whore and rejected me for someone much younger, he opened my eyes. With my life all about him, he never took the time to consider my wants, needs, and feelings. If all men are like that, then I'm not eager to live my life with another man. I'd rather be alone than to have another man break my heart by cheating on me," she said. "Living here alone isn't so bad. As long as I still have you in my life, I'm happy being alone and not having to cook, clean, and cater to another man's whims and needs while feeling compelled to give him sex."

Obviously, he was his mother's only link to the outside world and for her to socialize with someone. With her going everywhere with him, food shopping, to the mall, and even to the movies, it was as if they were already boyfriend and girlfriend or husband and wife instead of mother and son. With him her only child and with them not having much family, at the very least, she needed friends.

"What about friends, Mom? Do you have any?"

A flash of anger crossed her face before it dissipated in calm resignation.

"As soon as I divorced your father, my so-called friends wanted nothing more to do with me. They feared that I'd steal their husbands," she said with a laugh. "Trust me, I didn't want any of their fat, lazy, drunken husbands."

He remembered all the friends they had when his father was still with her. Obviously, nothing more than drinking buddies, and with the men all after her and cornering her for a cheap feel and a kiss, he couldn't believe that they were all gone. Divorce has a way of severing all ties. Sadly, just as divorce has a way of closing one chapter in life by opening a new chapter, instead of starting her life anew, his mother not only closed the whole, damn book but also burned the book.

"You could make new friends," he said.

She shrugged him a look.

"Now that I know how fickle people are, I'd rather be alone than to go through all the bullshit of pretending to care about someone who really doesn't care about me," she said.

# # #

With him thinking the same thing about people being fickle, playing right into his thoughts, he wondered if she'd live forever with him in the way that he wished he could live forever with her. There was something that sexually excited him about having an older woman as a lover, especially when that older woman was his mother. In the way that he could offer her a hard cock and plenty of stamina, she could offer him her motherly love and sexual experience. With there no other woman better than his mother to love, he imagined that there'd be no better woman to have sex with than with his mother.

"There's always the chance that your father will dump his whore and come crawling back to me," she said with sad disillusionment.

He couldn't believe she thought so little of herself to even think that. Why would she want his father back when she has him? Even if Jessica came crawling back to him, he'd take his mother over his ex-girlfriend any day.

"He's gone Mom," said James with anger. "He's not returning. He's never coming back," he said obviously happy by that thought. "Not all men are insensitive, selfish pigs. There are a lot of good men out there who aren't married, lying, cheating bastards and who only think about sex," he said. "Some men put women first before their wants, needs, and desires. Some men are kind, caring, and thoughtful," he said while thinking of himself.

Only, in the way that he was sexually thinking about his mother, he was as much of a pig as was his father. Yet, different from his father, he was an incestuous pig. Different from his father, instead of wanting to have sex with a younger woman or even a woman his age, he wanted to have sex with an older woman. Where his father no longer wanted to have sex with his mother, he wanted to have sex with his mother. Instead of rejecting his mother in the way that his father had, he was hoping to embrace his mother, especially when she was without her clothes.

"I know you're right," she said with sadness while staring in her champagne glass as if reading her fortune in a cup of tea leaves. "Yet, now that I'm older, I'm grateful for the small things in my life. I don't need anyone, especially a man to make me happy. Never having much family and always being alone, I don't need a lot of friends. Been there and done that," she said.

As much as he felt sorry for himself that he'd never bed his mother, he felt sorry for her that she was still carrying a torch for his father and was willing to live alone. If only she'd consider living with him as man and women, he'd be so happy. Only, how would he even broach that subject without her thinking that there was something seriously, mentally wrong with him? Wishing the shoe was on the other foot, he wished his mother was soliciting him for sex instead of him soliciting her for sex.

"You need someone, Mom, if only a companion and not a lover," he said.

She gave him a warm smile.

"As long as I still have you in my life," she said again, "even for just short visits, I'm happy living alone. The fact that we're living together now, until you get a good job to support yourself is a bonus and my blessing. I just wish you hadn't spent all that money on Christmas gifts for me," she said looking at her sexy, sheer nightgown again.

# # #

He didn't understand her not having any friends. Yet, like mother like son, he didn't have many friends either. Reminding him of Norman Bates and his mother as Norma, they were different from other mothers and sons. Most sons aren't sexually attracted to their mothers in the way that he was sexually attracted to his mother. Most sons don't masturbate over seeing their mothers naked and having sex with their naked bodies. Now that he was back home and living with his mother in a new condo and in a new neighborhood where no one knew them, content on being alone as long as they were together, they mostly kept to themselves.

All his friends had short, fat, ugly, and older mothers. He was the only one with a tall, sexy, beautiful, and younger mother, a mother who looked younger than her age instead of looking older. If the shoe was on the other foot and she was their mother, they'd be as sexually attracted to his mother too, in the way that he was sexually attracted to his mother. Not feeling guilty for his sexual attraction to his Mom, he only wished his incestuous, sexual feelings were reciprocated. He couldn't image how much better life his life would be if she was sexually intimate with him.

Such a waste of a good woman, he couldn't imagine his mother without a man in her life. He couldn't imagine his mother living without having sex. He couldn't imagine him without his mother in his life. Only, if she found someone else, no doubt always wishing it was him being sexually intimate with her, he'd be jealous of her lover. Just as she needed to get a life, he needed to get a life too.

"Everyone should have someone in their life, Mom. Everyone should be appreciated and happy in their life instead of being unappreciative and sad," he said.

As soon as he said that, it pained him to imagine his mother being appreciated by another man. As soon as he said that, it pained him to imagine her having sex with another man. It made him jealous just to imagine another man seeing her in the way that he'd love to see her in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked. It angered him to imagine another man kissing her, touching her, feeling her, and fondling her in all the places that he'd love to kiss, touch, feel, and fondle her. When he thought about some man sticking his cock in his mother's hand, in her mouth, or in her pussy, he wished he was her lover instead.

"I'm grateful for lots of things. I am. I truly am. I'm grateful for the warm fire," she said looking at the fireplace. "I'm grateful for my new condo," she said looking around the living room. "I'm grateful for you returning home after graduating college to live with me albeit temporarily until you find a good job and your own place," she said giving him a little laugh and a warm smile.

With her only leaving the house to go shopping, sometimes he wondered if a nun living in a convent had a fuller life than his mother. In the way that he once wished to have sex with a nun, he now wished to have sex with his mother. With having sex with a nun as equally forbidden as having sex with his mother, maybe he needed that prohibited danger to be sexually aroused.

"Maybe you should get a dog or a cat, Mother," he said with a laugh.

She nodded her head.

"Your father took the dog and I'm allergic to cats," she said with a laugh. "I'd like to get another dog but pets are a lot of trouble. I can't imagine having to walk a dog in this snowy cold. Yet, I got everything I wanted in the divorce, the house, the furniture, the car, and the savings. With him not wanting any of it, all he got was his freedom to be with that whore. Yet, admittedly, now that you mention it, I'm still sad and I don't know why, other than I'm lonely."

# # #

Lost in the translation, he figured that she felt uncomfortably awkward saying how she really felt. He imagined her definition of loneliness was horniness. If he was reading her correctly, especially after she stayed in his bedroom to watch him masturbate and cum while she fingered her nipple and pussy, he sensed that she was as sexually frustrated as he was. If he was reading her correctly, especially after she suggested that he pose in his underwear while she photographed him for his online dating profile, what she said about being lonely wasn't lost in his translation of horniness and sexual frustration.

A mother with her son and a son with his mother, it wasn't lost on him that they were both together without someone they loved on Christmas Eve. Now that he was older, he thought more of his mother as a woman than he did his mother. A man and a woman instead of a mother with her son alone on such a romantic evening, he thought more of his mother as his girlfriend or as his potential lover than he did as his mother.

If only she felt the same sexual way about him in the way that he felt about her, he'd be so happy. If only she felt the same sexual way about him in the way that he felt about her, he'd make her so happy. If only she felt the same sexual way about him in the way that he felt about her, they'd be in bed together and having sex. If ever she agreed to allowing him to have sex with her, opening the door to their incestuous lifestyle, he'd have sex with his mother every day, morning and night.

With him always having the need to masturbate himself over the topless and naked thoughts of her, he wondered if his mother was horny in the way that he was always horny. He wondered if she sexually fantasized over having sex with him in the way that he sexually fantasied over having sex with her. Never imagining she did, he wondered if his mother even masturbated. He wondered if his mother masturbated over the thoughts of having sex with him in the way that he masturbated over the thoughts of having sex with her.

To be continued...

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