Val confesses his sexual attraction to his mother

Author's Note:

This is a true story as told to me by Valentino that he wanted me to write about his mother, Elizabeth, his aunts, Victoria and Isabella, and his grandmother, Mary.

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Continued from Chapter 02:

As if he had tasered her, Elizabeth looked at Val in stunned silence after he confessed that he masturbated over her lingerie and wanted to have sex with her. She looked at him as if she didn't even know him. She looked at him as if he was insane. She looked at him as if he had suddenly lost all of his senses. She looked at him in the way that his mother had never looked at him before. Yet, what did she expect? Two of a kind, like mother, like son, they were both perversely, perverted, sexual animals.

Now, instead of looking at him as her Sweetie, she looked at him as if he was a deranged, sexually perverted man instead of her loving son. Surely, with her once a stripper, a prostitute, and a whore, she had heard much worse than her son asking what color and style panties and bra she was wearing. Surely, she was used to men, even if that man was her son, trying to put the sexual moves on her. Surely, she was used to men, even if that man was her son, sexually lusting over her and masturbating over her.

"Well, I'm glad you told me of your sexual attraction to my lingerie," she said calmly albeit with a nervous, little laugh. "I'm glad that we can discuss personal and otherwise private, sexual things openly and honestly. At your age, it's normal for a 22-year-old man to masturbate over women, even if that woman is his mother. I understand that," she said with a warm and understanding smile. "Yet, you need to find a girlfriend, Val. You need to have an outlet for your horniness and sexual frustration. You shouldn't be looking to your mother for sex."

He rolled my eyes and sighed while shrugging his shoulders.

"I've had plenty of girlfriends, Mom. Only, when they see the car that I drive and the address where I live, all they see are dollar signs. They don't see me. They only see money," he said. "It's hard to find a nice girl, a sincere woman, someone who likes me for myself and who's not a gold digger.

No doubt, with her having been a gold digger with his father, and her sisters' gold diggers with their husbands, seemingly, with them all trophy wives and with their men for the money, they were all gold diggers. Trapping their men with sex by sexually teasing them and flashing them, they were all exhibitionists, strippers, and whores. Immediately agreeing with him, she nodded her blonde, pretty head as if she understood exactly what he was saying.

Now, he knew that sex, specifically blowjobs, was how his mother trapped his father. Fucking was how his Aunt Victoria trapped her husband. Being stripped naked and taken was how his Aunt Isabella trapped her husband. Playing the Dominatrix with bondage, pain, punishment, and sex was how his grandmother trapped his deceased grandfather. Seemingly, sex and money were the common factors in all of their marriages. Forget about love, it was all about sex and money.

Sex and money, other than power and influence, seemingly everything was about sex and money. A fair exchange, women have their beautiful bodies and are willing to surrender them, if men are willing to pay for the sexual pleasure, one way or another. Alas, in the way of fading beauty, relationships only built on sex and/or money never last. Once their sexual attraction is given to someone younger, prettier, and sexier, the men are gone along with their money.

"What about your friends? Maybe you should go out with them more. You stay home too much," she said. "You'll never find someone by hiding in the house and ensconced alone in your room watching porn, masturbating, and playing video games."

He shrugged.

"All my friends want to do is to drink and get drunk or take drugs and get high," he said. "All they want to do is to go clubbing, drink champagne, and have sex with a different woman every night. That's not me. I'm looking for one, special woman," he said.

Or four special women, he wanted to say but he didn't say that. Truth be told, he not only wanted to have incestuous sex with his mother but also that he wanted to have incestuous sex with his aunts and with his grandmother, too. With the thoughts of having forbidden sex with his mother maintaining his erection, he continued to sexually leer at her.

With her working in a strip club and seeing the worst of men, again, she nodded her head as if she understood his dilemma. With most men unimaginative, perversely perverted pigs, no doubt, and with them all wanting the same sexual things, she had heard every line in the book numerous times. No doubt, comparing notes, between her sisters and her mother, with them having been in every sexual situation many times before, they were four, very experienced and savvy whores.

"Tell me. Maybe I can help. What interests do you have? Perhaps, you should explore what's important to you. Maybe, you need a hobby. Maybe, you should take out the boat or take a long vacation in the Caribbean before working for your father. Tell me what excites you," she asked seemingly unaware that she was asking him such a loaded question?

He couldn't believe he finally had his mother's attention. He couldn't believe she finally asked him not only one question but two questions. She wanted to know his interests. She wanted to know what excites him. No doubt, with her thinking that her question wasn't sexual, Val gave his mother his best, shit eating grin.

"What interests do I have? What excites me?" He laughed.

Accustomed to her lack of empathy, it took him to confess his sexual attraction to her and to her sexy lingerie for her to show any interest in him. Finally, she gave him her focused attention. Finally, showing her interest in him, she asked him questions. Finally, she wanted to know what interests he has and what excites him.

"I'll tell you what I'm interested in and what excites me, Mother," he said pausing to leer at her while undressing her with his eyes again. "Incestuous sex is what interests me and excites me, Mom," he said.

With him continuing to go down this road of debauchery without embarrassment, shame, or remorse, she looked at him stunned.

"Val, really. I'm trying to have a serious conversation with you about your interests. Surely, you're interested in more than sex, incestuous sex," she said.

He laughed again; this time louder.

"If it was up to me, Mother, I'd have sex with you, with Aunt Victoria, with Aunt Isabella, and even with Grandma Mary," he said. "I'd strip you all naked and after I gave you all multiple sexual orgasms with my fingers, my mouth, and my cock, I'd have you all blow me. I'd cum in all of your mouths. Then, I'd make love to all of you before fucking you all."

As if she was about to faint, she put her hand to her lips.

"Oh, my," she said.

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Chapter 03:

Elizabeth looked at her son with wide-eyed shock as if she was ready to have him committed. She looked at him with fear as if she was ready to ask him to leave her house. Yet, with her having been around the block more than a few times, his mother was a tough broad. No doubt, with plenty of men asking her for sex when she worked as a stripper, a man asking her for sex was nothing new. The only wrinkle was the he was not just any man. He was her son and she was his mother.

"You listen to me, Mr.," she said raising her voice while pointing her manicured finger at him. "If it wasn't bad enough that you went through my lingerie drawer and masturbated over imagining seeing me in my sexy lingerie and having sex with me, your only interests is to have sex me, my sisters, and my mother. How dare you? What's wrong with you?" She stared at him as if he was a rapist. "Mark my words, Valentino. You will never see me without my clothes. Never! Do you hear me? Do you understand?"

She looked at him with anger while he looked at her with love, lustfulness, and horniness.

"Never say never, Mom," he said with a dirty laugh. "You never know what the future may bring. Stranger things have happened than a son having sex with his mother, a nephew having sex with his aunts, or a grandson having sex with his grandmother. Believe it or not, Mother, incestuous sex happens every day."

She stared at him with her eyes bugging out of her head and her vein protruding from the side of her neck.

"I will never have sex with you. Never! Do you understand what I'm saying to you? Just the idea of you wanting to have incestuous sex with me, your mother, is repugnant," she said verbally abusing him as if she was slapping him across his face over and again. "A mother having sex with her son and a son having sex with his mother is disgusting. It's criminal. Incestuous sex is not normal. The work of the Devil, it's immoral. It's sick."

Not angered by her words or discourage by her threats that he'd never see her without her clothes and/or have sex with her, he smiled while nodding his head. Ready to blackmail his mother, he knew that she'd relent to his sexual desires and give him what he wanted, and what he wanted was incestuous sex. Now, that she had her say, he couldn't wait to have his say.

"Yes, Mom. I understand," he said. "I will never see you without your clothes and I will never have sex with you. Is that it?"

She paused while waiting to see if he'd answer her further before continuing and when he didn't, she continued.

"Speaking for my sisters and for my mother, you will never see them without their clothes and/or will never have sex with them either. Never. With all of the available women in the world, a son having sex with his mother, a nephew having sex with his aunts, and/or a grandson having sex with his grandmother is nasty," she said with rage. "The nerve of you. How dare you solicit me, your mother, for sex? What's wrong with you, Valentino? You used to be so good, so nice, so kind, so polite, and so well-mannered."

He laughed.

"No matter, Mother," he said with a wave of his hand and another shrug. "Hold onto your panties with what I'm going to say next," he said with a laugh. "If you thought you were shocked before, you haven't heard anything yet."

She looked at him as if she was seeing him for the first time. She looked at him as if she was trying to analyze him. She looked at him as if he wasn't her son but a stranger.

"I beg your pardon? Hold onto my panties? How dare you? What is it with your sexual fetish for my underwear all of a sudden," she asked giving him the evil eye? "What more could you possibly say that you haven't already said to offend me," she asked? "How else could you possibly insult and anger me?"

He smiled as if he had checkmated his mother. He smiled as if he had backed her in a corner. He smiled as if he had barged in her bedroom without knocking and caught her masturbating. He smiled as if he had barged in her bathroom without knocking and caught her naked. He smiled as if he had caught her having sex with someone other than his father.

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"No matter, Mother," he said again as if whatever her protests were of no consequence. "I've already seen everyone without their clothes and I masturbated over all of you a countless number of times while imagining having sex with you, your sisters, and your mother. I've already seen everyone topless and naked," he said with a loud laugh. "I saw you, Aunt Victoria, Aunt Isabella, and Grandma Mary topless and naked," he said. "I've already seen and masturbated over all of your naked tits, your naked asses, and your naked pussies."

Shocked and angry, Elizabeth looked at her son with stunned surprise.

"You did," she asked while looking at him with disbelief? "When did you see us without our clothes?" She looked at him dumbfounded. "How could you possibly see us all topless and naked? Have you been spying on us? Have you been watching us? Oh, my God," she said making a sour face as if she had just swallowed a bug and was going to be sick! "Have you wired our homes, our bathrooms, and our bedrooms with spy cameras," she said looking around the living room? "How dare you invade our personal privacy with your sexual perversity?"

Enjoying the moment while watching his mother squirm on the couch under the pressure of his sexual leer, he laughed again. Obviously, with them all exhibitionists, strippers, prostitutes, and whores, she surprised him by her embarrassment with him seeing her, her sisters, and her mother naked. If it wasn't enough that he snooped through her lingerie drawer, she seemed violated that he confessed that he masturbated over their naked bodies numerous times while seeing them naked and imagining having incestuous sex with all of them.

"Nothing like that, Mom," he said. "Don't worry. Trust me, I've never spied on you. I have more important things to do with my time than to watch you all dress and undress but I do know your secrets," he said.

He paused again for effect before confessing the treasure trove of sexual secrets that he uncovered about her, her sisters, and her mother. While thinking about his mother's topless and naked photos, he thought about his aunts' naked and topless photos before thinking of his grandmother's topless and naked photos. Even if he never had sex with any of them, he'd be masturbating over their naked pictures while imagining having sex with them for the rest of his life.

If their photos weren't enough, he had their diaries. Jam packed with X-rated, personal information and reading like excepts from X-rated, Penthouse Forums magazines, their confessed words painted as much of an image as their photos. He imagined his mother on her knees and sucking the cocks of her customers. He imagined his Aunt Victoria fucking a multitude of men. He imagined his Aunt Isabella being stripped naked, taken, and forced to have sex. He imagined his Grandmother Mary dressed in black leather and disciplining and punishing men with her whip before having sex with them.

Yet, instead of believing him, his mother looked at him as if he was talking nonsense. Obviously, never taking the time to understand him, she didn't know him as much as he didn't know her. She didn't know her own son as much as he didn't know his own mother. She had no one to blame but herself for the man he is now. Perhaps, had she taken the time with him and given him the love, attention, and affection that a mother should have given her son, he wouldn't have turned out to be such a perverted bastard.

Yet, what did she know? She didn't know any better. Raised by a mother who was an exhibitionist, a stripper, and a whore, she and her sisters became exhibitionists, strippers, and whores. In the way she raised her son to be an incestuous pervert, her mother raised her and her sisters to be a cocksucking whores.

"Secrets? What secrets?" Feigning her innocence, she looked at him as if he was imagining things about her. "I don't have any secrets. I have nothing to hide. My conscience is clear. My life is an open book," she said with a snicker.

He returned her snicker with his snicker.

"We all have secrets, Mother. We all have things that we don't want anyone to know," he said.

She shrugged her indifference to his implied accusations.

"I never had a sexual affair, if that's what you mean and if that's what you think. I've always remained faithful to your father," she said with pride. "Even though I knew he had sexual flings with women half his age, the pig, I never cheated on him and I could have," she said. "Plenty of men were after me."

He gave his mother a righteous smile while imagining the look on her smug face when he told her all that he found. He wondered what she'd say when he told her that he found topless and naked photos of her, her sisters, and her mother. He wondered what she'd say when he told her that he found their stripper costumes. He wondered what she'd say when he told her that he not only found their diaries but also, he read their diaries, too.

'No secrets,' he thought? 'An open book? Her conscience is clear? Never cheated on him? That's because you've had enough sex with hundreds of men to last you ten lifetimes,' he thought. 'No doubt, you sucked enough cock and swallowed enough cum that if you regurgitated all of the cum you swallowed, you could mold it into the image of a man.'

Ready to detonate his devastating bomb, while continuing to imagine seeing her without her clothes and having sex with her, he smiled lovingly at his mother. Ready to put her back on her heels and panic her in a defensive posture, he was ready to tell her all that he knew. Now or never, this was the moment that may change everyone's lives for the better or for the worse.

All up to her, it all depended if his mother wanted him to keep her secrets and sexually embraced him in the way that he wanted to sexually embrace her. It all depended if his aunts and his grandmother wanted him to keep their secrets too, while willing to have sex with him, too. For him not to share their secrets publicly, all they needed to do was to give him was what he wanted and what he wanted was incestuous sex.

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He took a big breath for courage before telling his mother what he found. With her always acting so high and mighty, he couldn't wait to see her reaction. With her such a work of perfection, he couldn't wait to see the look on his mother's face.

"I found your trunk with topless and naked photos of you, your sisters, and your mother in the attic," he said while allowing that devastating blow to settle before continuing. "I found the key to the trunk taped to the underside of your lingerie drawer," he said with a dirty laugh.

She looked at her son speechless.

"Oh, my," she said, finally.

Recalling seeing his mother's naked breasts, her naked pussy, and her naked ass, he smiled while staring at his mother as if she was sitting across from him naked.

"Not only did I find your sexy, naked photos but also, I found your diaries, too. What you, your sisters, and your mother wrote made for interesting reading," he said with a dirty laugh. "I read them all, every sexually, salacious word. I masturbated more over your diaries than I masturbated over your photos. I may know more about all of you than you all know about yourselves and what little you know about me," he said with a vindictive laugh.

She clutched the top of her blouse as if preventing him from seeing down her top when, with him seated on the other side of the room, clearly, he couldn't see down her blouse.

"You found our topless and naked photos," she asked while looking at him shocked?

He stared at her while wildly smiling.

"Yes, mother, I found your topless and naked photos," he said proudly. "You all looked so beautiful and sexy without your clothes," he said with another dirty laugh. "I can't wait to see all of you again without your clothes."

As if he had stripped her naked in front of everyone at the country club, she looked at her son with embarrassment and shame.

"You masturbated over our topless and naked photos," she asked while looking at him incredulously? "How dare you? Why would you do that?"

He rolled his eyes and sighed while fingering his growing erection through his pants.

"I'd have to be dead not to be inspired to masturbate over you, your sisters, and your mother topless and naked," he said with a dirty laugh. "As soon as I saw the topless and naked photos in your trunk of you all, I couldn't believe my eyes."

Seemingly still trying to understand all that her son confessed, she eyed him fingering the head of his cock through his pants.

"You found our diaries, too? You read our diaries. You masturbated over our diaries, too," she asked while turning pale?

He smiled while nodding his head at his mother.
"I loved reading your diary, Aunt Victoria's diary, Aunt Isabella's diary, and Grandmother Mary's diary," he said. "They were so hot. They were so nasty. They were so insightful. I had no idea that my mother, my aunts, and my grandmother are all exhibitionists, strippers, whores, and prostitutes."

She watched him fingering his cock through his pants.

"Must you do that, touch yourself like that in front of me? Have you no shame? How dare you play with yourself in front of me?"

He moved his hand away from his growing erection.

"Sorry, while thinking of all of your naked photos again and reading all of your diaries, I can't help myself. Better than reading a pornographic story, they made for interesting reading," he said. "I can't believe the four of you were such exhibitionists and worked as strippers. I wish I was there to see you stripping. I can't even imagine the four of you dancing around a pole while stripping to music. I can't believe you all had sex for money," he with an evasive stare. "Tell me, Mother, how much would you charge me for sex?"

Then, instead of being embarrassed, she became angry.

"Fuck you," she said.

He laughed.

"With just a little scratch, the real you comes to the surface," he said.

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"How dare you read our diaries? How dare you read our personal and private thoughts," she said? "How could you? Why would you? As if I've been raped by my own son, making my skin crawl, I feel so violated. I feel so invaded. I feel so dirty, used, and abused."

He laughed out loud.

"Oh, Mother, don't be so dramatic," he said laughing again.

She looked at him as she would if he had peeped on her while she was dressing, undressing, bathing, or masturbating herself.

She stared at him as if there was something mentally wrong with him.

"How could you invade my privacy like that?"

He laughed again.

"I can't tell you how many times I've masturbated over the topless and naked photos of you, my aunts, and my grandmother, and all that you wrote in your diaries. I can't tell you how many times I've masturbated over imagining you sucking cock, Aunt Victoria being fucked, Aunt Isabella being sexually taken and stripped naked, and Mistress Grandma doing anything and everything with anyone. You all have such diverse, sexual appetites. You all are such wicked whores," he said no longer caring if he offended his mother. "I can't wait to have sex with all of you."

Losing all of her color, while looking at her son with shame, Elizabeth looked pale. She looked as if she was about to faint. Clearly, she was devastated by all that he confessed. Obviously, the last person she thought would uncover her for the whore she was, then turn on her, betray her, and invade her privacy, was her son.

"Please don't rush to judgment. I can explain," she said. "It's not what you think."

He laughed.

"It's not what I think? You can explain? Explain what, Mother?" Val looked at his mother with sexual lust. "That you're all not exhibitionists, strippers, whores, and prostitutes?"

He waited for his mother to explain, and he continued when she didn't.

"Now that I know what you all looked like without your clothes, twenty-years later, you all still have such sexy and shapely bodies. Now that I know that you all worked as strippers and VIP room whores, and now that I know what your sexual preferences are, I want to have sex with all of you," he said with sexual excitement. "I want you to have sex with me, Mother, before I have sex with Aunt Victoria, Aunt Isabella, and Grandma Mary."

She looked at her son with a face full of hurt and fury as if he had just knifed her in her heart.

"Valentino! No! You cannot have sex with me. You cannot have sex with your mother. You mustn't. I forbid it," she said. "You cannot have sex with your aunts and/or with your grandmother. That's sick. That's nasty," she said. "What's wrong with you? Are you insane?"

He laughed as if she was helpless and he was in control. Indeed, she was helpless and, indeed, he was in control. Now that he knew everything, before she turned the tables on him with legal action, he could make her life a living Hell. Now that he knew everything, he could make his life a sexual orgy of filled with constant, incestuous sex.

"Perhaps but me wanting to have sex with you, with my aunts, and with my grandmother is not as sick and as nasty as you all stripping naked and having sex with a multitude of men for money. As much as I want to finger your pussy and lick your cunt, Mother, I want to make love to you before fucking you," he said pushing the envelope by talking dirty to her.

She looked at him as if she was a virgin instead of a whore.

"How dare you talk to me in such a disrespectfully, disgusting, sexual way," she said? "I'm still your mother. I deserve your respect."

He laughed before continuing and verbalizing all that he sexually wanted to do with his mother.

"I want you to blow me, Mom. I want you to suck my cock while stroking my cock. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth while fondling your naked breasts and fingering your erect nipples," he said so matter of fact. "I want to masturbate you, Mother, while you masturbate me. I want to give you multiple, sexual orgasm with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock. I want to see and hear you cumming."

As if he had just beaten the crap out of her and stomped her into submission, she looked at him embarrassed, ashamed, deflated, and defeated. She looked at him as if she didn't know what to say and/or what to do. She looked at him as if she didn't even know him, and she didn't. Yet, he looked at her as if he knew who she was and what she was.

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"I was dreading this day," she said with dejection as if talking to herself. "Actually, even though it was 25-years-ago, with so much personal information, pictures, and videos on the Internet, I'm surprised you haven't discovered our secret lives long ago."

She looked up at him with foreboding fear and panicked trepidation. Always so confidentially in control of herself, her situations, and her surroundings, she looked up at him with a pensively worried look that he had never seen on his mother's face before. She looked afraid that he would expose her and her family to her society friends for the whores that they all are.

"Whether it was 25-years-ago or yesterday, an exhibitionist is an exhibitionist, a stripper is a stripper, a whore is a whore, and a prostitute is a prostitute, Mother," he said with a satisfied laugh.

Clearly paralyzed with fright, as if she was awaiting the verdict from a jury and sentencing from a judge, she looked at him with dread. Yet, much worse than going to prison, if he was to disclose her sexual background to her friends, she'd be removed from social standing and her luxurious lifestyle. She'd be ostracized from her friends. No longer a social butterfly, she'd no longer be invited here, there, and everywhere. Seeing no one and talking to no one but her sisters and her mother, she'd be relegated to hiding in her home.

"You mustn't tell your father. You must promise me that you won't tell him about my past. He knows nothing about my sexual transgressions. He doesn't know my entire family worked as strippers," she said. "So that I don't embarrass him with a scandal, I have a morality clause in our divorce settlement. He could sue me civilly and take possession of this house. We'd lose everything. Unless we moved in with one of my sisters or my mother, we'd be homeless and living on the street."

He laughed.

"Maybe you'd lose everything, Mother, and be homeless but he'd never allow his son, his only child, to live on the street," he said. "Besides with me soon working for my father's company, I'll always have a job. I'll always have money. With my life just beginning, unless you agree to do whatever I sexually want you to do, your life as you know it, is over."

This time, as if she was ready to play her trump card or checkmate his king, she laughed.

"Don't be so sure," she said laughing again. "I'm sorry to tell you this but you're not your father's biological son. I was already pregnant with you when I started dating him. He thought my baby was his baby," she said with a long, thoughtful pause while seemingly already knowing the answer.

He looked at his mother stunned.

"Whore," he said under his breath.

As if the joke was on him, she laughed again.

"So, how can we resolve this so that we both get what we want," she asked? "What do you want? What must I do to appease you? I'll do anything," she said giving him the eye. "Anything," she said again while giving him the eye.

'Anything? Music to his ears, she just said the magic word,' thought Val. 'My mother volunteered to do anything to appease me. Anything. Did she mean doing my laundry, cooking my favorite meals, or giving me sex?'

Forget about her doing his laundry and/or cooking his favorite meals, he smiled while thinking about feeling, touching, and fondling his naked mother everywhere. He smiled while thinking of all the sexual positions he'd love to see his mother in while she's naked and sexually aroused. He smiled while imagining her looking up at him with her big, blue eyes and with his stiff prick buried in her mouth. He smiled while imagining making sweet, slow love to his mother before fucking her hard and fast. He smiled while imagining seeing and hearing his mother having multiple, sexual orgasms.

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"My needs, albeit sexual, are basic and simple, Mother. My needs have always been the same," he said. "For starters, as a sign of good faith and to prove that we're both on the same, sexual page, spread your knees and show me your panties," he said while staring at her knees. "I want to see your panties, Mother. With you having such a varied assortment of sexy underthings, I want to see what style and color panties you're wearing today."

Even though she was, indeed, an exhibitionist, but with her not looking at him with sexual arousal, she looked at him with dread, disgust, and apprehension. She looked at him as he was an incestuous pervert and, indeed, he was. She looked at him as if someone close to her had died. Yet, the only thing that was dead was her secret.

Not believing that she'd refuse his simple request, Val felt confident that his mother, at the very least, would show him her panties. What's the big deal? It was just her panties. She had shown more than her panties to hundreds of men, maybe even thousands of men.

Instead of staring at her panties in her lingerie drawer and instead of holding her panties while masturbating, he'd love to see his mother's panties while she was wearing them. For sure, having shown so many men more than just her panties, it was more of a big deal for him to see his mother's panties than it was for his mother to show her son her panties. He was at the edge of his seat wondering if his mother would grant his sexual request to see her panties. With her not even having to think about it, he got her immediate answer.

"My panties? How dare you? I'll not show you my panties," she said with a haughty attitude. "As long as I'm breathing, Valentino, unless you go snooping through my lingerie drawer again, you will never see my panties," she said pointing her finger at him while raising her voice again. "You will never see me in my panties while I'm wearing them. The idea of me showing you my panties is truly obscene and outrageously bizarre. What's wrong with you? Have you no shame?"

A game they both needed to play, while she protested, he was ready to turn and twist the screws to blackmail his mother. Val laughed. Obviously, with him having the upper hand he was enjoying playing this game more than she was.

"If you don't expose your panties to me, Mother, I'll expose your true self to Dad and to all of your society friends. You'll be a Leper. You'll be off of everyone's guest list. No one will have anything to do with you ever again," he said. "As if you died, you'll never be invited to another dinner party, cocktail party, fashion show, or gala event."

She looked at him with daggers in her eyes.

"And, when I tell him that you're not his biological son, you'll be a leper, too," she said raising her voice. "Your father will disown you, revoke your trust fund, and write you out of his will," she said in her feeble attempt to return the favor by blackmailing him. "You'll be a no one and a nobody just like me."

He laughed with another shrug.

"I'm young and have an education better than most applicants applying for any job. I can find a good, high paying job anywhere. I'll land on my feet," he said. "Don't worry about me, Mom. I'll be just fine."

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Obviously, knowing that he was serious in his incestuous wants, sexual needs, and in his threats to ruin her, she had no other options but to do exactly what he wanted and expected her to do. With her back up against the wall, voluntarily, reluctantly, and albeit pressured to do so, she slowly and sexily uncrossed her shapely legs. As if she had done this hundreds of times for thousands of men before, ready to show her son her panties, she raised her skirt to mid-thigh.

Then, as if there was a drumroll going off in his head, showing him what he inappropriately, incestuously, and sexually asked her to see, she parted her knees enough for him to see her panties. His mother was showing him her panties. He couldn't believe his high-society mother was showing him her panties. He couldn't believe he was finally seeing his mother's panty clad cunt.

As if she was Sharon Stone in Basic Instinct but wearing underwear, Elizabeth showed him son her lacy, silk, ivory panties. With her silk panties conforming to and fitting her pussy perfectly, revealing all that he had asked her to see, Val stared at his mother's pussy slit, her pussy mound, and her camel toe. Something he had never seen before; as shocked as he was sexually excited, he couldn't believe his mother was flashing him her panties. He couldn't believe he was, finally, seeing his mother's sexy, silk panties while she was wearing them instead of them neatly folded in her lingerie drawer.

"There, are you happy now? You've seen my panties. Now what? Do you want to sniff them, too," she asked with attitude while laughing before closing her legs and crossing them again? "Is that it, Val? Do you want to sniff your mother's panties?"

Not turning red with embarrassment or uncomfortable with shame that he asked to see his mother's panties and she asked him if he wanted to sniff her panties, he laughed.

"Not hardly, Mother, but you flashing me your panties was just a tease," he said while staring at the big impressions of her blouse clad breasts. "Unbutton your blouse. I want to see your bra, too," he said. "I want to see if you're wearing your matching brassiere."

With old habits hard to forget, as if she was undressing for her John, she slowly and sexily unbuttoned her blouse while staring at her son. Then, once her blouse was unbuttoned, she opened her blouse wide to show him her matching ivory, lace and satin bra. If he thought his mother had big tits before, without her blouse hiding them, they looked much bigger in her bra. Unable to help himself, he fingered his growing erection through his pants again while staring at all that he could see of his mother's low-cut bra.

"There. Are you happy," she asked ready to button her blouse? "I've done what you asked me to do. I've shown you my panties and I've shown you my bra."

He gave her a sexy smile.

"Thank you, Mother but we're not nearly done yet. Spread your legs again. I want to see your panties and bra together," he said.

Obediently obeying her son, Elizabeth uncrossed her legs, pulled up her skirt, and parted her knees wide again. This time, while watching him fondling his erect prick through his pants, as if she was a stripper in a VIP room and he was a paying customer, something he thought she'd never do, she sexually teased him. She slid her slow fingers along her panty clad crotch with one hand while feeling her bra clad breasts and fingering her erect nipples through her bra with her other hand.

'Oh, my God,' he thought to himself. 'My mother is such a sexy bitch.'

She continued staring at him while touching her panty clad cunt and her bra clad breasts. Then, not done, as if she was his paid prostitute, he couldn't believe his mother said all that he wanted to hear. If he didn't have an image of his mother naked while having sex with her before, he certainly had one now.

"I bet you'd love to touch me, finger me, and lick me. I bet you'd love to fuck me. I bet you'd love to fuck your mother," she said as if she was back in her stripper, sexual teasing mode. "I bet you'd love your mother to suck your cock," she said sliding a slow tongue across her red, full lips. "I bet you'd love to cum in my mouth and give me a cum bath," she said as if she could read his mind. "I bet you'd love to cum all over my face, in my blonde hair, and across my naked breasts."

# # #

Ignoring her sexually goading him and torturing him, preferring to do things his own way, he voiced his next inappropriate, sexual request.

"Stand up and remove your blouse and skirt, Mother. I want to see you in your panties and bra," he said. "I want to see you in your underwear. As if you're undressing especially for me, I want to know what you look like in your sexy lingerie."

This time, parting her lips and breathing through her mouth, obviously getting to her, she showed her sexual arousal that she suddenly had exposing her panty and bra clad body to her son. She stood while staring at him fingering the head of his erect prick through his pants again. As if she was a stripper stripping on stage without the benefit of a pole, she slowly and sexily removed her blouse and skirt while staring at her son fingering his prick through his pants.

"How far are we going with this, Val," she asked?

He laughed.

"I'm not asking you to do anything that you, obviously, haven't already done before with various men," he said. "Now that it's only us in this big house, it's only fair that you show me, your son, all that you showed to so very, many strangers," he said.

Without responding and remaining silent as if thinking, she removed her blouse, folded it, and placed it on the couch. Then, she unbuttoned, unzipped, and removed her skirt, folded it and placed it on the couch beside her blouse. As if she was a beauty contestant in her bikini instead of his mother in her underwear, his MILF of a mother stood before her son in her sexy low-cut bra, lacy silk, bikini panties, and high heel shoes. In the same way of her two, identical sisters, she had the same, incredible body of a triplet.

"I'm not having sex with you, Val," she said again, this time as if she was hinting that she wanted to have sex with him. "You seeing me in my underwear is as far as I'm willing to go. Isn't it enough that you embarrassed me by forcing me to strip down to my underwear? Isn't it enough that you read my personal and private diary?"

As if she already knew that her stripping herself naked and giving him incestuous sex was his next, sordid request, she seemed to accept her dire, sexual situation. It was bad enough that their mother was a stripper and a prostitute in the 70's. It was bad enough that her and her sisters started their sexual lives by sexually teasing men and flashing their sexy underwear clad, topless, and/or naked bodies. It was bad enough that she stripped herself naked and had sex for money. Now, here she was about to have incestuous sex with her son.

Having already sexually teased him by stripping down to her underwear and verbally tempting him with all that he imagined doing with her naked body, she looked at him as if she was ready to have sex with him. After she sexually teased him, when she proclaimed that she wouldn't have sex with him was cruel. Yet, whether she would or wouldn't have sex with him wasn't her decision to make. He was prepared to blackmail his mother into having sex with him by threatening to tell her ex-husband and her society friends that her whole family are exhibitionists, strippers, prostitutes, and whores.
He laughed.

# # #

"You will have sex with me if you want me to keep your secret and if you want to continue living in this house. You will have sex with me, Mother, if you want to maintain your luxurious lifestyle," he said looking around the living room. "You will have sex with me if you want me to keep your secrets. You will do whatever I sexually want you to do, Mom, for me not to tell my father that your entire family are whores."

He kicked off his shoes and removed his pants. Now, they were both stripped down to their underwear. In the way that he stared at all that he could see of his mother's sexy and shapely body while wearing her bra and panties, she stared at all she could see of her son in his underwear.

Clearly, despite her feeble protests, she seemed as sexually interested in him as he was sexually interested in her. Perhaps, her reservations about not having sex with her son changed once he turned 21-years-old and graduated college. Perhaps, her reservations changed about not having sex with her son after he exposed her for the whore that she was and still is.

Soon, in 3-years, at 25-years-old, he'd receive his multi-million-dollar trust fund. Then, once his father died, he'd inherit the rest of his vast fortune. Having sex with her son now may ensure that he'd financially care for her later. Having sex with her son now would seal her fate. She'd never have to worry about money again.

"Val, come on. Don't do this. This has gone far enough," she said feebly protesting him forcing her to have incestuous sex. "You'll regret this in the morning. Have some respect. I'm your mother. Bad enough you're seeing me in my bra and panties but, if that's your intention, it's wrong for you to see me topless and/or naked. It's wrong for you to see my naked ass, my naked pussy, and my naked tits," she said as if she derived a bit of sexual pleasure from voicing her feigned protests. "It's wrong for you to have sex with me."

Ignoring her protests, he smiled while staring at his mother as if she was already naked. He stared at her panty clad ass and her panty clad pussy. He stared at her bra clad breasts. He stared at his mother as if she was a lingerie model instead of his mother. He stared at his mother as if she was a prostitute he hired for the evening. He stared at his mother as if she was a whore and, indeed, she was a whore, an exhibitionist, incestuous whore.

"Remove your bra. Show me your tits, Mom. I want to see your naked breasts," he said. "I want to see your nipples and your areolas."

Even though he won and she was helplessly defeated, not submitting to his sexual will, she looked at him haughtily. Obviously, a game she needed to play; seemingly, she didn't want to make his sexual conquest too easy. No doubt, the more she protested now about having sex with her son, the more she could blackmail him later when he was married, rich, and in a powerful and influential position. Like mother like son, in the way he was blackmailing her and threatened to ruin her now for sex, she could blackmail him later and threaten to ruin him for money.

"You've already seen photos of my naked, natural breasts, my areolas, and my nipples," she said crossing her arms across her bra clad breasts as if she was already standing before him topless. "You've already seen the shape and the size of my naked breasts. You already know what my naked breasts look like."

He nodded his head in agreement.

"I saw what they looked like more than 20-years-ago, Mother, but I want to see what they look like now," he said.

# # #

Reluctantly, albeit obediently obeying him, as if she had done this in front of thousands of men, hundreds of times before, she reached behind her, unhooked her bra, and slowly removed her bra straps from her shoulders. Unashamed and unembarrassed, in the way she allowed her modesty and morals to fall away, she allowed her bra to fall to the carpeted floor in front of her. With her arms by her side and chest out with shoulders back, she fully erected her posture to clearly show her son her naked breasts.

Once an exhibitionist, always an exhibitionist, she looked down at her naked breasts before looking up at him with a glimmer of sexual arousal. Once a stripper, always a stripper. Once a whore, always a whore.

In the sexual way that she looked at him, he surmised that she wanted to show him her naked breasts as much as he wanted to see her naked breasts. Something he had never seen before until he found the old topless and naked photos of her in her trunk, he stared at his mother's naked breasts as if he had never seen a woman's, naked breasts before. He stared at her naked breasts as if he wanted to touch them, feel them, fondle them, and suck them and, indeed, he did.

Yet, these weren't just any woman's breasts. These tits were special. These were his mother's big tits. Even if she refused to go any further, he'd be masturbating over seeing his mother's naked breasts for the rest of his life. He stared at his mother's naked breasts as if he couldn't wait to touch them, feel them, fondle them, and suck them.

"There's my tits," she said as if she was her doctor and she was about to have a breast exam. "Are you happy? Now, what? Are we done here, Val? May I get dressed?"

Ignoring her question to get dressed, he continued staring at his mother's naked breasts with lustful, incestuous desire. Now that he was seeing her tits and that her tits were out to play, there was no way that he'd allow her to put her fun bags away until he was done feeling them, fondling them, and sucking them. Now that she was topless, with the hard part over, getting her to strip herself topless, he was determined to have his wicked, sexual way with her naked breasts.

"Oh, my God. They're so big. They're so shapely. You have beautiful tits, Mom," said Val.

As if looking to see what he could see of her, she looked down at her naked breasts before looking up at him with sexual arousal. Then, as if reading his horny mind, sexually teasing him, she cupped her breasts in her hands and felt them while fondling them and fingering her nipples. Then, shocking him, she lifted her big tits in the palms of her hands as if offering them to him to touch them, feel them, fondle them, and suck them.

Not stopping there, continuing to sexually tease him, while playing the stripper that she clearly still was, she lifted her big breasts to her mouth and sucked one, big nipple before sucking her other big nipple. Continuing to finger her nipples, she pulled, turned, and twisted her erect nipples while squeezing her tits. Obviously, not about to let this once in a lifetime opportunity pass, he stood and walked closer to his mother.

"I want to touch them. I want to feel them. I want to fondle them. I want to finger and suck your big, erect nipples, Mother," he said.

As if they were bargaining over contract negotiations, succumbing to his lustful wants and incestuous needs, she nodded her approval.

"Okay, but just this one time," she said continuing to sexually tease him. "You may touch my breasts, feel my breasts, fondle my breasts, finger my nipples, and suck my nipples. After that, we're done. I mean it, Val. Enjoy yourself because after you've had your incestuous way with my naked breasts, we're done."

# # #

Much better than feeling her empty bra cups while masturbating himself, he stepped closer to his mother and reached out his horny hands to touch her naked tits, feel her naked tits, and fondle her naked tits. Then, leaning closer, pulling them, turning them, and twisting them, he fingered her erect nipples while sucking her naked tits. With her having nipples as big as grandma's big nipples, he couldn't believe he was sucking his mother's nipples. Feeling them and fondling them, he couldn't believe he was having his wicked, sexual way with his mother's naked breasts.

While feeling her naked breasts with his left hand, he reached his right arm and hand around and behind her. He pulled her closer while feeling her panty clad ass. She had such an incredible ass. They all had incredible asses, both of his aunts and even his grandmother. Sliding a slow hand across her silk panties, he felt, squeezed, and slapped his mother's firm, round, and shapely ass. As if disciplining her for being so bad when she was so good, he slapped her ass again, this time even harder.

Then, after having his wicked sexual way with his mother's naked tits and feeling his mother's panty clad ass, not stopping his sexual assault there, he wanted more. He moved his hand back around to the front of her and reached between her legs to finger her pussy through her panties. Something he had longed to do for years, but thought he'd never do; he couldn't believe he was fingering his mother's pussy through her panties. He cupped her panty clad cunt in the palm of her hand and squeezed as if he was claiming ownership of his mother's cunt.

"Take off your panties. I want to see your naked pussy. I want to see my mother's cunt. I want to see you naked," he said. "I want to touch and feel your naked body everywhere."

Obediently obeying him again as if he was a paid customer and she was a stripper in a VIP room, she slowly and sexily slid her panties down and removed them. His whore of a mother was naked. It was one thing to see her naked in a photo but it was much more sexually exciting to see her naked in person.

He couldn't believe he was seeing her shapely, naked ass, her big, naked tits, and her blonde, trimmed, naked pussy. His sexual fantasy come true; he couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's naked body. As if his underwear was on fire, he stripped himself naked, too.

"Val, what are you doing? I told you that I wouldn't have sex with you," she said feebly protesting her son getting naked, too, while staring at his erect naked cock. "It's enough that you're seeing me naked. It's quite enough that I allowed you to grope my naked body but I'll not have sex with you, my own son. That's wrong. That's nasty," she said. "I'm sorry but I can't. I just can't," she said with her mouth but her eyes showed otherwise.

If she thought reasoning with him would make him feel guilty, it didn't. Her sexual protests only made him feel even more sexually excited. Now that his mother was standing before him naked, he was even more determined to not only have incestuous sex with her but also to have incestuous sex with his aunts and his grandmother, too. He couldn't wait to have his wicked, sexual way with his whole, female family.

Not about to take no for an answer, he stepped closer to her and pressed his erect, naked cock against her toned tummy. Dripping with precum, he took his stiff prick in hand and slowly slid the head of his cock against his mother's body while decorating her with the droplets of his precum. Then, he leaned forward and kissed her. Something he always wanted to do; he kissed his mother.

He parted her lips with his tongue and French kissed her while cupping her naked cunt in the palm of his hand. He couldn't believe he was making out with his mother while feeling her naked breasts and fingering her erect nipples with one hand and fingering her naked pussy with his other hand. Obviously, surprising him, she returned his French kiss with her French kiss. Surprising him further, she fondled the head of his cock with her fingertips while he continued fingering his mother's already wet pussy.

Not nearly done, instead of her only teasing the head of his cock with her fingertips, he pulled her by her wrist and wrapped her long, manicured fingers around his erect cock. As if it was learned behavior and as if her hand belonged there, she voluntarily wrapped her slim fingers around his prick tighter. While she slowly stroked her son's erect prick, he rubbed his mother's clit and fingered her wet pussy. As if he was her lover instead of her son, he masturbated his mother while she masturbated her son.

No doubt, having sucked so very many customers' cocks, knowing what he so wanted, and with her ready to oblige, when he put a gentle hand to her shoulder, his mother moved to her knees. Obviously, wanting to get this over with, she stroked her son faster and harder before taking him in her mouth to suck him deeper. If it wasn't enough that he saw her naked and she saw him naked, if it wasn't enough that she allowed him to touch, feel, and fondle her naked body, he couldn't believe his prick was in his mother's mouth.

He couldn't believe his mother was blowing him. He couldn't believe his mother was stroking his hard, erect cock while sucking his stiff prick. Yet, wanting more than just a blowjob, he wanted to experience all of his mother. Instead of cumming in her mouth, he helped her to a standing position, took her by the hand, and walked her to her bedroom.

Not wanting to rush this first-time having sex with his mother, he obviously wanted to take his sweet, sexual time with her than just receiving a blowjob. In the way that he wanted to make love to his aunts and to his grandmother, he wanted to make love to his mother, too. In the way that he wanted to fuck his aunts and his grandmother, he wanted to fuck his mother, too.

Not only did he want to cum in her mouth, his mother's mouth, but also, he wanted to cum in her cunt, too. He wanted to give her multiple, sexual orgasms. He wanted to make her sexually want him as much as he sexually wanted her. He wanted to make his mother his woman.

To be continued...