Val has incestuous sex with 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 03:

Seeing his mother topless and feeling her naked breasts was much better than feeling her empty bra cups while masturbating himself and imagining having sex with her. His sexual fantasy come true, 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 not only seeing his mother's naked tits but also fingering her naked nipples. He couldn't believe he was sucking his mother's tits. Feeling them, fondling them, and squeezing them, as if he had never felt a woman's breasts before, 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 had firm and shapely behinds.

He slid 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. Surprising himself, a breast man, he loved his mother's sexy ass as much as he loved his mother's shapely breasts.

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 his 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 while thinking that she'd refuse. "I want to touch and feel your naked body everywhere. I want to finger your cunt."

Surprising him by 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. He stared at his mother's naked pussy and naked ass as much as he stared at her naked breasts. It was one thing to see her naked in a photo but it was much more sexually exciting to see her naked in person.

Something hard for him to wrap his head around, he couldn't believe he was seeing her shapely, naked ass, her big, naked breasts, 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. As much as he wanted to see his mother's naked ass, tits, and pussy, he wanted her to see his naked prick. As much as he wanted to see his mother naked, he wanted her to see him 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, while staring at his erect naked cock. "It's enough that you're seeing me naked and it's enough that I'm seeing you 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.

It was as sexually exciting staring at her nakedness as it was her staring at his nakedness. If she thought reasoning with him now would make him feel ashamed, embarrassed, and/or guilty, it was too late for shame, embarrassment, and/or guilt. Reasoning with him didn't make him stop.

Instead, her sexual protests made him feel even more sexually excited. Now that his mother was standing before him naked and he was naked before her, too, he was 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 erect cock against his mother's soft yet firm belly while decorating her with the droplets of his precum. Then, he leaned forward and kissed her. Something he always wanted to do but never dare 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 with one hand and feeling her naked breasts with his other 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. Surprising him, she returned his French kiss with her French kiss. Surprising him further, she fondled the head of his erect 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 tighter around his stiff prick. 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 him.

No doubt, having sucked so very many customers' cocks as a prostitute, 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, not wanting to rush things, wanting more than just a blowjob, he wanted to experience all of his mother. Instead of just cumming in her mouth, he helped her to a standing position, took her by the hand, and walked her to her bedroom. Again, not wanting to rush this first-time having sex with his MILF of a 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 slow, sweet love to his aunts and to his grandmother, he wanted to make slow, sweet love to his mother, too. In the way that he wanted to fuck his aunts and his grandmother hard and fast, he wanted to fuck his mother hard and fast, too. In the way that he wanted to give his aunts and grandmother multiple sexual orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock, he wanted to give his mother multiple, sexual orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock, too.

Besides having incestuous sex with her, with him having an ulterior motive, he wanted to make his mother sexually want him as much as he sexually wanted her. Not only did he want to cum in his mother's mouth but also, he wanted to cum in her cunt, too. Not only did he want to cum in his mother's mouth and cunt but also, he wanted to cum in his aunts' and grandmother's mouths and cunts, too. He wanted to give them all multiple, sexual orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and with his cock. He wanted to make them all his women.

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Chapter 04:

Now alone with her in her bedroom, he continued where he left off with his mother. He continued feeling her naked body while French kissing her. His sexual fantasy finally come true, wishing he had three hands, he was so sexually excited that he didn't know where to touch and feel his naked mother's body first.

He felt her naked breasts and fingered her big nipples with one hand, while reaching his other hand around her to feel, squeeze, and slap her naked ass. Not done there, he reached his hand between her legs to rub her clit and finger her pussy. A good sign, when he fingerfucked his mother, she was already wet.

In the way sexual that he was hard for his mother, she was wet for her son. As soon as he fingered her nipples, they became totally erect. Either she was cold or sexually aroused. He figured she was the latter than the former.

Never did he ever think that he'd be seeing his mother naked. Never did he ever think that he'd be touching her and feeling her everywhere he had imagined touching and feeling her while masturbating himself. Never did he ever think that his mother would sexually want him as much as he sexually wanted her. Yet, here he was in her bedroom naked with his naked mother and ready to have incestuous sex.

Unlike so very, many women her age with big asses, huge thighs, and sagging breasts, his mother kept herself in shape with swimming, playing tennis, riding her bike, and lifting her dumbbells. She had a shapely, firm ass and sexy thighs. She had such a beautiful body. Had he not known that she was in her forties, he'd think that she was in her thirties.

Unable to look away from her naked pussy, he knew his favorite place would soon be between his mother's thighs whether with his tongue, his fingers, and/or with his cock. In the way that he couldn't wait for his mother to take his erect prick in her mouth again, he couldn't wait to finger and lick her pussy before fucking her cunt. He couldn't wait to make her his by giving her sexual pleasure and multiple, sexual orgasms.

Yet, unfamiliar territory, unless she wasn't home, he was never allowed in his mother's bedroom. The first time being alone with her in her bedroom, he felt as weird as he felt sexually excited. Not only was he alone with his mother in her bedroom but she was naked and he was naked, too.

Her personal space and her private sanctuary, being with her in her bedroom was akin to being in a holy place with a saint. Albeit, her bedroom was no holy place and his mother was no saint. If anything, a sexual sinner like him, she was an exhibitionist, a stripper, a whore, and a prostitute, albeit more than 20-years-ago.

Yet, some women don't change. Some women remain the same. Obviously, not taking much persuasion to get her naked, she was naked. Not taking much persuasion for her to give him sex, she was ready to give him sex, incestuous sex. She was ready to stroke him, suck him, and fuck him. Once a whore, always a whore, even if that whore is his mother, especially if that whore is his mother.

Nonetheless, he felt as if he didn't belong with her in her bedroom, even though he lived with her in the same house. As if separated from her at birth, because of her lack of caring, kindness, love, affection, and understanding, with them never on the same page, he felt a disconnect from her. Indeed, no doubt, with her being around the block one too many times, with her with one too many men, not the motherly type, she wasn't very loving and/or caring.

Seemingly always too busy for him, with her aloof, standoffish, and self-centered, clearly, unless he was a paid customer, she was a hard woman to love. She'd rather be off with her high society friends. When she wasn't attending galas, cocktail parties, and fundraising events, she'd rather be vacationing somewhere exclusive.

Yet, the advantages of being rich, their love/hate relationship wasn't totally lopsided. Paying for his private school education, providing him with a luxurious shelter in her big house, giving him plenty of food to eat, and clothes to wear, she bought him a new car as his college graduation gift. Sadly, even though all of those things, material things, were much appreciated, they all paled in comparison to a mother's love.

As much as he blindly wanted to love his mother, he wanted his mother to blindly love him. Then, once they were on more solid ground with a better relationship, exploring the forbidden, he wanted to give her incestuous sex and he wanted her to give him illicit sex. Showing her his love, sexual and otherwise, he wanted to have a sexual, love affair with his MILF of a whore mother.

With her pregnant with him, obviously and sadly, even though she decided to have him and keep him, tragically, she didn't want him. Yet, glad she didn't abort him, seemingly, the only mortal sin and one of the few Ten Commandments she didn't break as a whore and as a prostitute was killing her unborn baby. The Catholic Church believed that adoption was the only alternative to abortion. Behind the times, it took decades for them to turn their heads the other way to passively approve and forgive abortion. Yet, oddly enough, they still frowned upon birth control and sexual contraception.

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Realistically and sadly, seldom talking to her and never alone with her, he hardly knew his mother. Now, his sexual dreams come true, he was about to have sex with his mother. Had he not found her trunk and her diary with all of her sexual secrets; he wouldn't be standing naked with his naked mother in her bedroom now. Had he not threatened to blackmail her and tell all of her society friends the whore that she once and, no doubt, still is, he wouldn't be about to have forbidden sex with her.

They looked at one another as if they were strangers instead of mother and son. Yet, in a sense, they were strangers. Ready to have incestuous sex with his mother was no different than picking up a strange woman in a bar and having sex at her place.

Only, not having to remind himself, this was his mother and he was her son. It was much more sexually exciting to see her naked while touching her, feeling her, fondling her, and to have sex with her naked body. Without comparison, he sexually wanted his mother more than any other woman he knew. He sexually wanted his mother more than any movie star or celebrity he saw on TV.

After finding her secret trunk, seeing her topless and naked photos, and reading her detailed and sexually descriptive diary, unapproachable before, especially after he blackmailed her, she was approachable now. Knocking her from her high pedestal when he discovered she was an exhibitionist, a stripper, a prostitute, and an all-around whore, she lost her luster as his mother, the virgin saint. Yet, always sexually attracted to his Mom before, now that he knew about her sexual past, pulling her down to his perversely perverted level, he sexually wanted her even more.

After reading and rereading every word of her diary, he was aware that his mother was not only an exhibitionist, a stripper, a prostitute, and a whore but also a talented cocksucker. By her own admissions and written confessions in her diary, lucky him, she loved sucking cock. Feeling sexually gratified, as if men complimented her for a job well done, she loved men ejaculating in her mouth. She loved swallowing cum. She loved receiving cum baths. She loved it when men ejaculated their sexual lust all over her face, in her hair, and across her naked breasts.

Hard to wrap his head around his mother sucking his stiff prick or anyone's erect dick, he still had a hard time believing that his socialite mother loved sucking cock of all things. He more imagined her eating caviar while sipping champagne. Yet, something they have in common, her preferred sexual thing to do was giving blowjobs and his preferred sexual thing to do was receiving blowjobs. He'd love nothing more than to cum in his mother's mouth, all over her pretty face, and across her naked breasts.

Yet, all of this was still hard for him to believe even after seeing her naked. After his mother played the unapproachable and stuck-up, socialite bitch for so long, seeing her in a different light now, he saw his mother as his whore, his personal cocksucker, his sexy concubine, and fuck buddy. By continuing to extort her for sex, he saw her as his mistress and as his incestuous, sexual slave. Never believing that he'd ever have sex with his MILF of a mother, now that he was in her bedroom and with them both naked, he believed it now.

Not bothering to count all of the sexual entries in her diary, he wondered how many men she had blown. With her always playing the morally, modest woman, he wondered how many men his mother had fucked. He wished there was a recorded video online of her stripping. He would have enjoyed watching his mother and his aunts sexually teasing men while stripping off their clothes and dancing around a pole.

'Suck my cock, Mom. Blow me. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth while fondling your naked breasts and fingering your huge, erect nipples,' he imagined saying to his mother.

Now, that he knew she was a whore; indeed, he could say anything to her. Now that he knew she loved sucking cock; he couldn't wait for her to suck his cock again. He couldn't wait to hump his mother's mouth and fuck her face while feeling her naked breasts and fingering her erect nipples. He couldn't wait to cum in her mouth, his MILF of a mother's mouth, and watch her swallow his cum. He couldn't wait to give his stuck-up, bitch of a mother, a cum bath.

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By all that she wrote in her diary, continually on her knees as if praying, she made it no secret that she was devoted to sucking men's erect pricks for money. Indeed, as she voluntarily admitted in her diary, her specialty was giving blowjobs. By all that she wrote in her diary, she made it no secret that she enjoyed controlling men with her hand, with her mouth, and with her pussy. With him having a vague idea by the entries in her sexual diary, Val wondered again how many men she stroked and sucked before and after she stopped stripping, whoring, and fucking.

Obligated to his mother as her son, he was ready to give her what she wanted. He was ready to give her what she obviously needed. He was ready to give his mother sex.

Val wanted his mother, Elizabeth, to take his erect prick in her hand and stroke him. As she did in the living room a few minutes before, he wanted her to take his stiff dick in her mouth again and suck him. Then, after she blew him, not cumming in her mouth just yet, he wanted to make love to her before fucking her. Then, once he gave her multiple, sexual orgasms, he wanted her to give him multiple sexual orgasms, too.

Seldom receiving any satisfaction of any kind from her, he needed to receive some satisfaction from her now. Without question, something he always imagined doing while masturbating over the thoughts of having sex with his mother, it would be sexually satisfying to cum in her mouth and watch her swallow his cum. Even though they were never close, he missed his mother's love whether emotional, physical, and/or sexual. Now, that he was an adult and they could have consensual sex, he hoped that today was the day. He hoped that this was a new beginning.

Sexually exciting seeing his mother naked while kissing her, touching her, and feeling her everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his mother, it was even more sexually exciting seeing his mother stroking his erect prick. Then, when she willingly took his prick to her lips to kiss his cock and voluntarily licked his cock, she transformed herself. She stared up at him with her bright, blue eyes while sexually teasing him with her hand, her tongue, and her mouth.
Now, instead of thinking of her as his high society, unapproachable, bitch of a mother, she immediately and forever became his MILF of a whore and his cocksucking angel. He hoped that he could have the same sexual relationship with his aunts as he hoped to have with his mother. Not worried about his grandmother, he already knew that she'd eagerly stroke him, gladly suck him, and readily fuck him.

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With her having so very many Johns as detailed in her sexual journal, with his mother having pages and pages of entries of her giving blowjobs to men, he didn't want to be just another line in her diary. With him her son but never feeling very special to her before, instead of thinking of him as just another, horny man, he wanted her to think of him with loving, sexual affection now. He wanted her to think of him more as her lover than just another man she sucked. In the way that he incestuously lusted over her, he wanted her to sexually want him.

Now that he knew she was such a talented cocksucker, imagining becoming addicted to his mother's naked body and to her talented blowjobs, he couldn't wait for his Mom to suck him again. He couldn't wait to cum in her beautiful mouth. He couldn't wait to see her staring up at him with her big, blue eyes and with his hard, erect cock in her mouth while stroking him and sucking him. He couldn't wait to make his mother his whore. His mother the cocksucking whore sounded much better than his mother the rich, sanctimonious, socialite saint.

Perhaps, too much to ask because she was his mother and he was her son, wishing she could blow him all the time, he had never felt such sexual pleasure from receiving oral sex. Perhaps, because she was his mother and he was her son was the reason why her blowjob sexually excited him more than any other blowjob he ever had. Yet, more than receiving a mere blowjob from his mother, even though he wanted her to suck him again, he wanted much more than that. He wanted everything. He wanted to sexually experience her in all sexual positions.

He wanted more than just a sexual relationship with his mother. He wanted a loving mother and son relationship. Yet, if he couldn't have an emotional relationship with her, he'd settle for a physical relationship with her. If he couldn't have a normal connection with his mother, he'd settle for a sexual connection with her. If the only time they talked was when they were naked and having incestuous sex, he'd settle for that. Sexy pillow talk with his naked mother was much better than not talking at all to his fashionably dressed mother.

If the only connection he'd have with his mother was a sexual one, he'd settle for his cock in her hand, in her mouth, and/or in her pussy. Only, in case this was the one and only time he'd be having incestuous sex with her, in the way that he hoped have sex with his aunts and with his grandmother, he wanted to have sex with his mother. Ready to have a marathon of incestuous sex, he wanted to sexually do everything with his Mom before sexually doing everything with his aunts and with his grandmother.

Not satisfied with her just giving him a blowjob, he wanted to make out with her while continuing to touch and feel her everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his mother. Never thinking of making out with her before, he wanted to make out with her now. Not stopping there, he wanted to make slow, sweet, passionate love to her as if she was his girlfriend, his lover, or his wife. Then, he wanted to fuck her. He wanted to fuck her hard and fast. Then, ejaculating his sexual lust inside of her, he wanted to make her cum, too.

Not believing that he ever would, yet, now that they were both naked, he wanted to make love to his mother before fucking her. He wanted to fuck her so hard and so fast until she had a sexual orgasm from his cock. He wanted to see and hear his stuck-up bitch of a mother scream his name in sexual ecstasy. Imagining her begging for his cock, he wanted her to be at his sexual mercy.

Holding on tight, he wanted to feel her wrap her arms around his neck and her legs around his back. No longer just his mother, he wanted to make her his whore. He wanted to make his mother as sexually dependent on him as he had always been sexually excited with the imagined thoughts of seeing her naked and having sex with her. Now that she was naked, he never wanted his mother more than he wanted her now.

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In case this was the one and only time that they were intimately together, he wanted to impress her with his lovemaking skills and his sexual passion so that she'd never forget her intimate time with him. As much as he wanted more, needing the same sexual passion from her in return, he wanted her to want more, too. Making sure that this wasn't just a one-time thing, he needed her to sexually want him as much as he already sexually wanted her.

Something he always incestuously imagined doing, he wanted to give her multiple, sexual orgasms. He wanted to give her sexual orgasms with his fingers, with his tongue, and with his cock. Hoping to turn the switch from her being a bitch to her being his forbidden lover, he wanted his mother to sexually lust over him in the way that he incestuously lusted over her. Forever dependent on him for sexual pleasure, he wanted to make her, his aunts, and even his grandmother, his personal stable of whores.

Yet, perhaps, with her having had sex with so very many men, ruining her from having a real, loving relationship with any man, she'd never feel that sexual desire again, even with him, especially not with him. Yet, hoping to find the switch that would turn her on, he wanted to make his mother as dependent on him for sex as much as he was dependent on her for love, for understanding, and for sex. In the way that he continually masturbated over his mother whenever she wasn't around, he wanted her to continually masturbate over him whenever he wasn't around.

Whenever his mother wasn't in the sexual mood, how hot would it be to have incestuous sex with his Aunt Victoria? Whenever his Aunt Victoria wasn't in the sexual mood to sexually pleasure him, how hot would that be to have illicit sex with his Aunt Isabella? Whenever his Aunt Isabella wasn't in the sexual mood to have forbidden incestuous sex with him, how hot would that be to have depraved sex with his Grandmother Mary? If this worked out in the way that he hoped it would, between his mother, his aunts, and his grandmother, he'd be having sex every morning and every evening.

He imagined sleeping in the same bed with his mother. As soon as his uncles left for work, he imagined having sex with one aunt or the other aunt. Instead of just teasing him with her naked breasts and wasting his time playing Marco Polo in the pool with his grandmother, he imagined making love to her before fucking her. He imagined fingering his grandmother's pussy while she stroked his cock. He imagined licking his grandmother after she sucked his prick.

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Val escorted his mother to her bedroom as if Elizabeth was his prostitute for the night. He turned on her bedroom light and stared at her naked form. As much as he wanted to see his mother naked, he wanted her to see him naked, too. As much as he wanted to stare at his mother's naked ass, her naked pussy, and her naked tits, he wanted his mother to stare at his erect, naked prick. As much as he wanted to cup her big breasts in his hands, he wanted her to cup his testicles in her hand.

As stunned as he was horny, he stared at his mother's naked, C cup breasts, her blonde, trimmed pubic hair, and her shapely ass. She was so beautiful. She was so sexy. Not knowing where to look first, with her having a three-way, full length mirror in her room, he had her stand in place in front of her mirror. A naked vision he'd never forget, now, he could literally see all of her at once. No doubt, he'd be masturbating over seeing his mother naked and her seeing him naked for the rest of his life.

Taking his time, he sat with her on the end of her bed. Taking his time staring at her as if memorizing every sexy curve of her shapely body, he recorded the naked image of her in his mind forever. He just wanted to look at her beautiful, naked body before touching her, feeling her, and fondling her again and before having sex with her. She was so lovely. She was so shapely. He couldn't believe she was his mother.

As if this was all just a dream, he couldn't believe he was naked with his mother in her bedroom while she was naked, too. Hard to wrap his head around and difficult to accept especially after the way she treated him and ignored him, instead of her being his date for the night, she was his mother. Instead of her being a cold and detached bitch, she was his warm and sexily friendly mother.

Indeed, a night filled with incestuous, sexual passion, his sexual fantasy had finally come true. Instead of having forced sex with his mother, he was about to have consensual sex with her. Nonetheless, even though he did have to blackmail her for her to get naked, forcing her to strip naked and hopefully have sex with him was worth his mother's wrath. Worth the risk, with them not having much of a relationship anyway, and with him having nothing to lose, his reward was having sex with his mother.

Had she not have agreed to give him incestuous sex for him to not tell his father that she and her entire female family were whores, he would have forced his mother to give him incestuous sex. Had she not willingly shown him her panties, he would have spread her knees and forced her to show him her panties. Had she not voluntarily shown him her bra; he would have ripped open her blouse to see her bra. Had she not agreed to remove her blouse, her skirt, her bra, and her panties, not to be denied, he would have forcibly stripped her naked.

Much better this way, he was glad that his mother capitulated to his incestuous lust. He was glad that she was willing, albeit after being blackmailed, to have forbidden sex with him, even if it was just once. Yet, perhaps, if he showed her a good, sexual time and gave her multiple orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock, she'd want to have sex with him again. With him having few, good memories of his mother, this was a memory he'd never forget. He continued staring at her naked body while looking forward to having his wicked, sexual way with her.

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"If it's okay, Mom. Hard to believe my eyes and wanting to make sure that I'm not dreaming, I just want to look at you for a minute," he said having her stand again. "I can't believe you're naked. I can't believe I'm naked with you," he said staring at his naked mother. "You're so beautiful. You're so sexy. You're so shapely. Whereas most women don't look good without their clothes, you're not one of those women. You look phenomenal naked," said Val.

She smiled at her son while giving him a kiss on the lips.

"Thank you," she said. "That's sweet of you to say."

Then, as if she was a model modeling the latest fashion instead of modeling the Emperor's new clothes, she turned one way before turning the other way. As if she was pole dancing, she raised her arms over her head, squatted up and down, and shook her naked breasts. Then, sexually teasing him, she turned and bent at the waist to show him her naked ass and the back of her naked pussy. Tempted to finger her but not wanting to ruin things by rushing things, controlling himself from doing so, he decided not to fingerfuck his mother, not yet.

Clearly, unashamed, unembarrassed, and/or unremorseful for showing her son her naked body, his mother was such a whore, an incestuous whore. Then, when she turned to face him, she gave him another naughty look along with a sexy smile. Obviously, by her sexy smile and naughty look, his mother wanted to have sex with her son as much as he wanted to have sex with his mother. It took having to threaten to blackmail her for her to strip naked, open her mouth, and open her legs. Compared to what transpired before, the rest should be easy.

"Now, that you've seen me without my clothes, are you happy," she asked while slowly turning around again?

He laughed.

"Yes, I'm very happy but I'll be happier after I've had my wicked, sexual way with your naked body, Mom," he said. "I never want to forget this moment of the first time that I'm seeing you without your clothes. I just want to savor this sexual experience of looking at you and seeing you naked before touching you, feeling you, fondling you, and before having sex with you," he said. "I love you, Mom."

Not saying that she loved him back, even if she didn't mean it, she laughed as if his love for her was a joke. Yet, his love for her was no joke. As much as he hated her, deep down, he loved her, too. What son wouldn't love his mother, especially a mother who looked like her, who was naked, and ready to have sex with him? How many sons wished they had a mother who looked like her? How many sons wished they could have incestuous sex with their MILF of a mother?

As if bursting his sexual bubble, she laughed as if her son seeing her naked body was no big deal. She laughed as if he was so sexually attracted to her that he was imagining more than what he was seeing. She laughed as if she was no one and nothing special, even though she was. Yet, she was, indeed special. She was his beautiful, intelligent, and sexy mother.

Yet, he understood why she'd act this way, so cavalier and so inconsiderate of his feelings. Accustomed to men ogling her and sexually lusting over her, she was accustomed to men wanting to have sex with her. Obviously, she never expected that her son would be one of those men. Even after all the men she had sex with, it amazed him that his mother didn't understand the power that she still had over men, and especially over him.

"You have a perverted idea of love. I'm your mother and not some whore you asked home for the night," she said. "You're looking at me is as if you've never seen a naked woman before," she said with a little laugh. "You're staring at me as if you're in love with me and want to marry me instead of merely wanting to have incestuous sex with me. You're like every other man I know," she said with a shrug. "Obviously, not caring who you have sex with, you just want me to suck your cock before fucking my pussy."

He returned her shrug with his shrug.

"I'm sorry, Mom, but you're mistaken. I don't want to have sex with just anyone. I want to have sex with you. I've been imagining this moment forever," he said. "To be totally honest, if it wasn't illegal and if you'd have me, I'd marry you. I would. I'd love you and care for you until the day that I died. I love you, Mom," he said again.

Again, not saying she loved him, too, she sighed and rolled her eyes as if she was already bored being naked in front of her son and her son being naked in front of her.

"Well, let's get this over with, shall we? Hurry up and look at me because, if you read my diary, you'd know that I prefer having sex in the dark and without the intrusively glaring lights. Even more the case now that I'm older, the light reveals every flaw of my mature body," she said looking down at herself.

Val smiled at his mother.

"You have no flaws," he said except for your bitchy attitude, he wanted to say but didn't say.

She laughed.

"I'm embarrassed not so much that you're my naked son and that I'm your naked mother but because you're seeing all of me in this bright, bedroom light," she said with a laugh. "I don't have the same body that I did twenty-years-ago or ten-years-ago for that matter," she said folding her arms around her naked breasts as if trying to hide them from his adoring stare.

He returned her laugh with his laugh.

"Don't be so self-conscious, Mother. Where you see flaws, I see beauty. Where you see imperfections, I see perfection. You are truly beautiful," he said feeling her breasts as soon as she moved her arms away from her big tits. "You have an amazing body," he said fingering her nipples.

She looked down to watch him feeling and fondling her naked breasts while fingering her erect nipples.

"Thank you," she said. "Women, especially women my age, need all the compliments we can get, even if that compliment is from my son, especially from my naked son," she said while fondling the head of his cock with her fingertips.

In the way she watched Val feeling her tits and fingering her nipples, he watched his mother fingering his cock.

"Just like your sisters and your mother, you don't look your age. If I didn't know how old you are, I'd guess that you were in your mid-thirties, instead of your mid-forties," said Val. "If I didn't know how old grandma was, I'd guess she was in her early fifties instead of her mid-sixties."

Elizabeth smiled at her son while giving him a kiss.

"Thank you. That's sweet of you to say," she said. "All women not only want to feel younger than they are but all women want to feel beautiful and sexy. "You're doing just that by making me still feel sexually wanted, even if it's by my son."

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As soon as she sat on her bed again and leaned back on her pillow, taking that as his signal to make his move, he moved down on the bed and made himself comfortable between her legs. Finally, he was where he wanted to be, in between his mother's shapely, naked thighs. He leaned forward and kissed her naked pussy while rubbing her clit and fingering her cunt. Then, something he thought he'd never do, he licked his mother. Expecting to be struck down by God or encouraged by the Devil, something so forbidden, Val licked his mother's cunt.

Not having to guess if she was sexually aroused, she was so wet, really wet. The more that he fingered her while licking her, the deeper that he fingered her, and the faster her rubbed her clit and fingerfucked her pussy, the wetter she became. Then, as if she was the man and he was the woman, mashing his face in her cunt, she held his head in place with a heavy hand. As if his face was a towel, she moved his face up and down and from side to side.

Obviously, as much as he loved being blown, his mother loved being eaten. Yet, unable to breathe until he temporarily pulled away from her, he had his mother's vaginal secretions all over his face, in his eyes, up his nose, and in his mouth. Indeed, he was eating his mother's cunt. Determined to give her a sexual orgasm with his fingers and with his tongue, he fingered her deeper while licking her faster. He couldn't believe he was eating his mother's cunt.

Then, for him to breath, he gasped out air while making sexy, pussy, eating sounds. As soon as he made sound effects while eating his mother, she immediately became even more sexually aroused than she was before. Obviously, she enjoyed the added, sexually dimension of him making sounds while he was eating her pussy. Obviously, she was becoming even more sexually aroused with him getting more sexually excited. Clearly, he enjoyed giving oral sex to his mother as much as she enjoyed receiving oral sex from her son.

"Uma, uma, uma," he said while breathing out loud. "Uma, uma, uma," he said. "Uma, uma, uma."

As if his nose was her dildo, she pushed his face in her pussy and his nose in her cunt. Mashing his face all over her soaking wet pussy, she moved his face all around her cunt. She humped his mouth, his fingers, and his tongue with her hips. Obviously, his mother was sexually enjoying her son as much as he was sexually enjoying his mother.

"Val. Val. Oh, my God, Val. I'm cumming. Mommy is cumming. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Lick my clit faster. Fingerfuck me deeper. Val! Oh, God! Val," she said stiffening her legs and then letting go as if he had let the air out of her.

He wiped his face on a towel that she had on the nightstand before moving up beside her. He held her while she rested her head on his chest and fingered his erect cock with her manicure fingers. She slowly stroked him while enjoying the afterglow of sex. Then, when they were both ready, he mounted his mother. He couldn't wait to make love to her. He couldn't wait to fuck her.
# # #

Val mounted his mother and as soon as he did, she reached down for his cock. Ever so slowly, as if making love to the most beautiful woman in the world, and to him she was, he slowly and lovingly humped his mother. While continuing to kiss her, French kiss her, he made love to her as if she was his girlfriend or his wife. Something he thought would never happen, he couldn't believe he was making slow, sweet love to his MILF of a mother while kissing her.

He felt her tits, fingered her nipples, and sucked her nipples while continuing to hump her. Then, as he became more sexually excited, she did too. Fucking now, he was fucking his mother and she was fucking him. Building up a rhythm, he fucked her harder and faster while she returned his hard and fast humps with her hard and fast humps. As if they were sequestered alone in a private room at the strip club, he couldn't believe he was having his wicked, sexual way with his mother.

Fucking her harder, he fucked her faster. Determined for her to have another sexual orgasm, he wanted his mother to want to have sex with him again as much as he wanted to have sex with her again. Fucking her harder, he continued fucking her faster. He could feel her becoming more sexually aroused with each fast and hard hump. Obviously, as much as it had been a long while since he had sex, it had been a long while since his mother had sex.

"Val! Sweet, Jesus. Val! Oh, God! Oh, my God. You're going to make me cum again. Mommy is cumming, Val. Mommy is cumming," she said. "Don't stop. Please, dear God, don't stop. I'm almost there. Fuck me harder. Fuck me faster. Harder! Faster!"

Then, as if she had died in his arms, she fell away from him. He did it. He had sex with his mother. He made love to her and he fucked her. He not only gave her a sexual orgasm with his fingers and his tongue but also, he gave her a sexual orgasm with his cock. Putting on a sexual show, he did all that he could to encourage her to have sex with him again. Instead of her being just his bitch of a mother, he wanted her to be his forbidden, MILF of a lover.

# # #

Val kissed his mother again. This time, passionately kissing her, he kissed her as if he hadn't kissed her before. Then, when she returned his passionate kiss with her passionate kiss, they made out with one another. He was making out with his mother. He couldn't believe he was making out with his mother while having incestuous sex with her.

If it wasn't enough that he was naked with his naked mother, he couldn't believe he was French kissing his mother while touching her and feeling her everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his mother. Always difficult to have a conversation with her, instead of talking to her, he couldn't believe he was still continuing to make out with her. Even if he never saw his mother without her clothes again, and even if they never had sex again, he'll remember this day for as long as he lived.

In all the times he masturbated over imagining seeing her in her panties and bra, topless, and/or naked he never imagined French kissing her. In all the times he masturbated over the imagined thoughts of having sex with her, he never masturbated over making out with her. Yet, now that he was making out with his mother, never had he been as sexually excited as he was to be with her in her bed. She was the best kisser he ever kissed. It took his mother to show him all that he was missing.

Now that he was kissing her, French kissing her, with his mother a great kisser, this was so hot. Blanking his mind with her kisses, she made his cock even harder. With her red, full lips, is it any wonder why she's such a great kisser? With her red, full lips, is it any wonder why she gives incredible blowjobs? Usually dreaming of having sex with her, tonight he'll be dreaming of kissing her and making out with her while touching and feeling her naked body everywhere.

"I love you, Mom. I really, do," he said. "I'm in love with you."

She kissed him and held him tight while whispering in his ear what he wanted to hear her say.

"I love you, too, Val," she said pausing to look at him. "Now that I stripped myself naked and allowed you to have sex with my naked body, done with incestuous sex, I hope that we can finally put this all behind us and move forward as mature adults."

He laughed and looked at her as if she was insane.

"We can put this all behind us after I've had sex with your sisters. We can put this all behind us after I've had sex with your mother, too," he said. "I need you to arrange for me to have a sexual rendezvous with Aunt Victoria, Aunt Isabella, and Grandma Mary" he said.

To be continued...