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Mother's Xmas Gift to her Twin Sons

Tim finally experiences what Tom's been getting from his mother all along.

"When Timmy leaves for band practice," said Tom's mother, Theresa, while giving him a sexy look that only a wicked mother would give her incestuous son. "I have a special, early Christmas gift for you that I need to wrap first," she said with a smile that promised him a sexy surprise. "Give me five minute and then come to my room."

While his brother, Tim, was at his college band practice and attending the chess club after that, and with Burl Ives singing Frosty the Snowman in the background, Tom impatiently waited five minutes before opening the door to his mother's bedroom to receive his early Christmas gift. The fourth time going through this, he was leaving for war again and his mother was upset again, so upset that she wouldn't deny her son anything, even incestuous sex. Just as she did when he was deployed to Iraq the first two times and now with his second deployment to Afghanistan, she was willing to do anything and everything to give her son an early Christmas gift to remember. With her there waiting for him posed on her bed in the dark, when he snapped on the light, obviously, in the way that he was staring at her, he couldn't believe his eyes.

Having gone way beyond flashing him up skirts and down blouses and having gone way beyond accidentally on purpose flashing her his cock, they were well past kissing beneath the mistletoe and desperately groping one another's bodies while drunk on New Year's Eve. With both of them being so very naughty and incestuously bad instead of being nice and good as any mother and son should, they've been having incestuous sex for four exciting years, since he turned 18-years-old and when she was 37-years-old. Now with him 22-years-old and her 41-years-old, the flames of a mother's love for her son and a son's lust for his mother have intensified instead of extinguished. Besides his nosey brother Tim, the only thing getting in the way of Tom continuing this incestuous, sexual relationship with his mother was him being deployed to Afghanistan again. It wasn't right and it wasn't fair but, not having any choice in the matter, it was his duty as a soldier to obey orders and go wherever they sent him.

No doubt expecting something special when his mother told him to come to her room for his early Christmas gift, assuredly, even he never expected this. When Burl Ives finished singing Frosty the Snowman and started singing Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer, now and for the rest of his life, every time he heard those two songs, he'd think of this magical Christmas alone with his mother without his twin brother interfering to ruin their sexy fun. As bright red as Rudolph's nose, there she was his mother, Theresa, in the middle of her bed wearing nothing but a smile and a big, red bow with a wide red ribbon that read Merry Christmas. The sash sloped down from her shoulder and rested between her shapely breasts to make her appear as if she was a Miss Nude America contestant. Even though they've been having sex for four years, this was his first time seeing his mother totally naked in the light.

"Mother, you look so beautiful," he said staring from her face to her full breasts and down to her dark brown, trimmed pussy, before looking her all over again as if she was just what he wanted for Christmas. "This is the best Christmas gift you could have given me."

"Take off your clothes son," she said with a big sexy smile before putting her finger to her lip to sexily whisper her lust to him, "because my son is all that I want for Christmas."

As if it was their first time together, instead of it being more than a dozen times together, Tom stripped naked and fell beside his mother on the bed. Perhaps seeing his mother in the bright light of her bedroom made him want her even more but he took his time touching her, feeling her, caressing her, groping her, and fondling her while kissing her. If his hands weren't feeling her breasts then they were squeezing her ass or were positioned between her legs fingering her wet pussy. With Christmas carols playing and Nat King Cole singing in the background, they were unaware that Tim had installed a tiny camera in his mother's bedroom and would soon be downloading and watching their incestuous, sexual escapades on his laptop computer in the privacy of his bedroom while masturbating. Even though he was gone from the house and purposely left them alone for them to feel that they had enough privacy to have sex, suspecting that they were incestuously intimate but needing proof of their sexual relationship, now he'd be able to watch this incestuous exchange later on his computer.

French kissing his mother as if he had never French kissed his mother before and acting as if he was on his Honeymoon, perhaps because this would be the last time he'd be making love to his mother for a long time, Theresa returned the lust of her son with her own. While he felt her breasts and fingered her nipples, she fondled his cock, cupped his testicles, and squeezed his naked ass. Rolling around the bed making out, as if all that happened to her in her troubled past had stunted her maturity, Theresa still acted as if she was 19-years-old and her son, Tom, was her long gone ex-boyfriend, Vinnie.

"You're so beautiful Mom. I love your sexy body. I can't get enough of you," he said feeling and touching her everywhere. "I can't wait to lick your Mom," he said whispering the lust he had for her in her ear. "I can't wait to eat you. I love licking your pussy. Merry Christmas Mom," he said sliding down her body and stopping between her spread legs when she opened them wider. She stared down at him while he fingered her and licked her as she ran her fingers through his dark, brown, curly hair.

"Lick me Tommy. Lick Mommy. Make Mommy cum," she said sexually cooing her sexual wishes to her son while pulling him by the hair to mash his face in her wet cunt. "Mommy needs to cum in her son's mouth."

"I love it when you talk dirty to me Mom," said Tom coming up for a breath of air while reaching up to fondle his mother's breasts and finger her erect nipples.

"I'll talk dirty as much as you want," she said looking at her son with wickedness. "So long as I can call you Vinnie."

Vinnie was the twins' biological father. Never heard from again and dead for all she knows, he left her to join the military when Theresa told him that she was pregnant with his twin babies. Sadly, perhaps because her sons looked so very much like their father, she received some modicum of peace pretending that she's having sex with her absconded boyfriend instead of with her son. In the way of Charles Dickens when he wrote his Great Expectations about old Miss Havisham wanting to forever stop the clocks, after her jilted love affair when her finance abandoned her at the altar by still wearing her wedding dress, Theresa was lost in time by pretending that her son, Tom, was her lost lover, Vinnie.

"You can call me anything Mom, so long as you have sex with me and talk dirty to me," said Tom with a dirty laugh.

"Finger my pussy Vinnie while rubbing my clit and while reaching up to squeeze my breasts and finger my nipples. I love having my nipples fingered. Lick my cunt Vinnie. Lick Mommy. Mommy needs to cum. Make mommy cum."

"I love calling you Mommy while my face is buried in your sweet pussy Mom," he said licking her and fingering her while looking up at her and only stopping to speak.

"Oh yes Vinnie, yes. That's it. Don't stop. You give Mommy such pleasure with your fingers and tongue. Lick me. Lick me. Eat my pussy Vinnie," she said pulling him closer by his hair again. "I love you Vinnie!"

Tom licked his mother and continued licking his mother while fingering her pussy. With her on her back naked, her legs spread wide, and her big breasts jiggling, she unknowingly gave her son, Tim, a wild, wicked sex show as he recorded their every intimate moment of their incestuous affair together. As if they were alone instead of being invaded by a hidden video camera hidden in the ceiling light, she squirmed and moaned all over the bed. As soon as Tom gave her an orgasm with his fingers, mouth, and tongue, he mounted his mother to give her an orgasm with his cock.

"I love you mother," said Tom while kissing her as Theresa reached her hand down to guide her son's cock inside of her warm, wet pussy and as he slowly humped her for his cock to move deeper inside of his mother.

"I love you Vinnie," she said returning her son's humps.

Once inside his mother, they made love as if they were husband and wife or boyfriend and girlfriend instead of mother and son. Fucking and fucking her, it didn't take Theresa long to have a second orgasm. Not wanting to cum in his mother just yet, Tom wanted his mother to suck him first and cum inside of her later when he was fucking her again.

Whenever Tim disappeared from the house and whenever they had enough alone time to have sex, they had sex for hours. Being that she was his Christmas gift and being that they wouldn't be having sex for a long time, today was a special holiday occasion and just as she planned on having sex with her son for hours, he had plans on having sex with his mother for hours too. No doubt enjoying the sight of seeing his mother with his hard, hairy cock buried in her small, pretty mouth, after making love to her and after fucking her hard and fucking her long, he couldn't wait to see the look on his mother's face while she was sucking him. There was nothing as magically exciting when she looked up at him with her big, brown eyes while his thick, hard cock was buried in her small, beautiful mouth.

"Oh, Vinnie, you've made Mommy so very happy. Now it's my turn to make you happy," she said with a sexy smile.

"I love you mother," he said kissing her.

"I want to give you something to remember me and a reason for you to come home when you're off fighting a war for our freedom," she said sliding down the bed to take her son's cock in her hand before taking him in her mouth. "Tell me what you want Mommy to do Vinnie. I like it when you tell me what to do to your naked body."

"Blow me Mom. I want you to suck my cock mother. I want to watch you sucking me. I want to watch you stroke me while staring at my cock before looking up at me with your big, beautiful, brown eyes and as I hold your breast in my hand. I want to watch you lick my cock and my balls, while looking up at me. Then I want you take me in your mouth to suck me Mom, really blow me while staring up at me."

As if this night together was a religious experience, Amy Grant sang Silent Night in the background as this mother was ready to suck her son.

"I can do that," she said stroking him before taking him in her mouth and only removing his hard, hairy cock to speak. "I know how fond you are of cumming in my mouth, would you like to cum in Mommy's mouth again?"

"Yes Mom, I would and I'd like for you to swallow me too."

"It wouldn't be much of a blowjob unless I swallowed your cum Vinnie," she said with a sexy laugh.

Oblivious to the camera lens watching and recording them, when Tim got him to watch his brother with his mother from above he'd have all the evidence he'd need while watching Tom staring down while watching his mother licking him, stroking him, and sucking him.

"Blow me Mom," he said taking her head between his big hands to hump her mouth and fuck her face. Suck my cock Mommy. A memory to give me happy nights while alone in my bunk, now every time I hear Silent Night, I'll be thinking of you stroking me, licking me, and blowing me. I love you Mommy."

"I'm glad that I could give you a Christmas to remember," said Theresa. "And I love you Vinnie."

* * * * *

Tim is an identical twin. His 22-year-old brother, Tom, having already served in Iraq twice, was leaving for his second deployment in Afghanistan two weeks before Christmas. An emotional time for this family, especially for their mother, Theresa, the upcoming Christmas holiday was the only thing that kept everyone's spirits positive enough to remove the always present thoughts of danger and of thinking that Tom may return in a body bag.

Sparing no expense, only two weeks after Thanksgiving, Theresa decided to celebrate Christmas early. For the benefit of maintaining her emotional spirits high and for the sake of her son, she kept herself occupied and energized with Christmas decorations and Christmas music. Replacing negative thoughts with positive ones instead of dwelling on what may happen to her beloved son in combat, she set up their artificial Christmas tree and decorated the entire inside and outside of the house with lights. Except for stripping off all of her clothes, tying her naked body in a big, red bow, and giving herself to her son as his early Christmas gift, which she thought of doing and actually did do later, she did everything she could do to give Tom a Christmas to remember.

Fortunately for Tom but unfortunately for Tim, Tom is his 41-year-old mother's favored son. Weird that she'd have a favorite son when they're her identical twin sons, but for their personalities, they're genetically the same. Yet, for the sake of his mother and brother, Tim joined in the spirit of the early holiday celebration. Tim has always been jealous of his brother because of his athletic prowess. No matter, inseparable, that is, until the Army separated them, his brother is still his blood, his best friend, and his identical, twin brother. Born only 2 minutes apart, everyone perceived Tom as Tim's big brother which didn't help Tim's self-confidence of always being in Tom's shadow.

Nonetheless their sibling rivalry and silly squabbles, to say that these brothers are close is a gross understatement and a huge misrepresentation of the bond that they have as twin brothers. Thinking so very much alike, they have the same thoughts and finish one another's sentences. A bond that goes beyond being brothers, being born identical twin brothers is a weird and special relationship that they enjoy, that is, except when it comes to the protection and the self-preservation of their mother.

When thinking of his brother and/or mother lying to him and deceiving him, even more hurtful when his brother lies and deceives him, Tim sees red as if seeing Tom dressed as Santa Claus in a bright red, velvet suit. Wishing it was him when thinking of his twin brother having his wicked way with his mother and his mother sucking her son's cock, Tim is as jealous as he is angry. Tom is so secretively protective when it comes to talking about mother Theresa. Always freely discussing everything, perhaps because of the embarrassment, the shame, and the guilt associated with having a forbidden incestuous relationship with his mother, Tom never mentioned the extent of the sexual relationship he enjoyed with his mother. Even though Tim suspected that they were doing something incestuously forbidden, having a better chance of finding out what his brother bought him for Christmas than what he was doing with his mother, Tom would never admit that there's something going on between them.

Figuring he'd always have his twin brother around to do things with and to experience college life together, it was upsetting when Tom, at only 18-years-old, suddenly joined the Army right after his high school graduation four years ago instead of going off to college with his brother Tim. Being that there was a war going on and that Tom would surely be sent to the Middle East again and be in harm's way again, just as she did the first time, their mother cried for weeks before that fateful day of Tom boarding his plane to leave again. Writing to him nearly every day, just in the way that his father did before him abandoning her to join the military at only 19-years-old, she finally accepted that her son needed to live his life to do his duty to God and to his country for the protection of his family and for the continuation of democracy.

"God bless America!"

Only, other than to separate them, God and America has little with this story. This story is about a mother's incestuous love for her son and a son's incestuous lust for his mother. Wading in treacherous waters in the dreaded triangle of emotions as deep as those feelings of being born a twin, love and incest when separated are totally and diametrically opposing, disturbingly conflicting facts of life. Yet when all three ingredients are combined, twins, love, and incest, the formula is an explosive combination for disaster. Navigating such a fine emotionally charged land mine line, one must be a high wire demolitions expert for such an incestuous relationship to work and not to explode in their faces.

Normally or abnormally, as the case may be, most incestuous feelings are usually one-sided, typically with a son lusting over his mother and a mother not returning her son's incestuous lust. It's unusual when a mother lusts over her son in the way that mother Theresa lusted over Tom and even more unusual when both mother and son lust over one another in the way of a man lusting over an unrelated woman. Yet, even though this story has been continuing between Tom and his mother for four, long years, the real story started when Tom left for Afghanistan for the second time and when Tim was left alone with his mother again, this time during the Christmas holiday.

"God help him because poor Tim has no idea the incestuous sex kitten that his mother is."

Berating himself for having inappropriate sexual thoughts about his mother, Tim thought that he was the incestuous pervert for even having such perverse thoughts about his brother fucking his mother and his mother sucking his brother. Feeling guilty that he could think such incestuous sexual thoughts about his brother being with his mother, he admonished himself for thinking that his mother would be party to such a twisted, fobidden relationship. As shocking and as troubling for Tim to think that there was an incestuous, sexual relationship happening between his twin brother and his beloved mother, if nothing else and even if there wasn't, it was sexually exciting for him to imagine that there was. In the way that she conspicuously dressed to see her son off at the airport, more dressed as a prostitute than a mother, with her big breasts practically hanging out of her top and her short skirt revealing her sexy legs all the way up to her inner thighs, he suddenly envisioned his mother provocatively dressed as a Santa's helper and asking his brother what he wanted for Christmas. Imagining her wearing a green velvet outfit that exposed as much of her breasts and legs that were exposed now, he couldn't blame his brother for incestuously lusting of his mother because he was incestuously lusting over her too.

"Ho! Ho! Ho!"

It didn't seem fair that with his brother being bad, his mother being naughty, and with him always being so good, that is, before he installed a camera in his mother's bedroom, that his brother should receive his Christmas wish of having incestuous sex with his mother when he had the same Christmas wish too. Instead of having sex with his mother in the way that his brother obviously was, Tim spent many days stroking his cock while imagining his mother undressing for his brother. Stroking himself faster, he imagined his brother kissing his mother while touching her, feeling her, fondling her, and caressing his mother's shapely body. If it was, indeed, true that they were having sex, he couldn't believe that his lucky brother was doing all the things that he only imagined doing to his mother. Being that they were twins, identical twins at that, being that obviously they had the same sexual desires for their mother, and being that they looked so much alike, why one and not the other? Why would his mother have sex with his brother and not have sex with him? Wishing he could write Santa Claus to make his wish, only taking care in what he wished for, incest was a big step and one that could have tragic repercussions and lifelong consequences.
Suspecting that his brother and mother were lovers, he wondered when it started and how it started. Feeling hurt and rejected that she wasn't having sex with him, he didn't understand why she picked his brother to be so intimate with instead of being as intimate with him. Being that he was always around his brother, he thought back to the times when Tom and his mother were alone long enough to have sex. Too busy with his own life, he couldn't recall a specific time.

As painfully jealous to imagine them together sexually it was exciting to imagine them together sexually. Wondering how it all started, it was exciting to imagine their first time together. With his wild imagination filled with suspicions and conjecture, he always wondered how it all began and who initiated the affair. Who seduced who seduced captured his thoughts as it did to imagine them sexually together. He wondered how long they've been having a secret, sexual, incestuous relationship. Always walking in the house with a young, sexy, pretty cheerleader on his arm, he wondered if it was his wicked brother Tom who seduced his mother or if it was his mother's possessive jealousy that drove her to seduce her son. With his mother always telling them how much they looked like their father at his age, he already knew that his mother was attracted to their good looks.

With Nat King Cole singing Chestnuts Roasting on an Open Fire in the background after Bing Crosby now sang White Christmas, and with snow gently falling outside his window, he wondered if he'd have a white Christmas in a couple of weeks after all. More than that, he wondered what it would feel like to French kiss his mother while roasting his chestnuts in the fire of his mother's warm, wet vagina. Imagining his mother in a green, velvet elf suit, he wondered what it would feel like to caress her body through her clothes while kissing her. Knowing his brother was as much a breast man as he was and with his mother having beautiful, C cup breasts, he could only imagine the pleasure his brother must have felt the first time seeing, feeling, and sucking her big tits.

If there was a Santa Claus, all Tim wanted for Christmas was to see his mother's big tits, touch his mother's big tits, fondle his mother's big tits, caress his mother's big tits, and suck his mother's big tits while fingering his mother's big nipples. Only, at 22-years-old and, no doubt, towering over diminutive Santa, he couldn't imagine himself going to Macy's department store to wait in line to sit on Santa's lap and to tell Santa that what he wanted for Christmas was his mother's big tits. Rewriting Don Gardner's lyrics of All I Want for Christmas is My Two Front Teeth, Tim silently sung the song to himself while staring at the impression his mother's big breasts made in her blouse.

"All I want for Christmas is my mom's big tits, my mom's big tits, my mom's big tits."

Always horny, whenever he thought of his lucky brother doing his mother and whenever he stared at his mother's breasts long and hard enough through her clothes, while his mother was downstairs cleaning or getting ready to cook dinner, he always needed to go up to his room and masturbate over the sexy thoughts of her with his brother. Not wanting to cum all over himself, he undid his pants and pulled them down to his ankles before lifting his shirt and tee shirt to his chest while thinking of his brother having sex with his mother.

Stroking himself while thinking about French kissing his mother every time she stood beneath the mistletoe, he wondered if that's how his brother started his forbidden relationship with his mother. Stroking himself harder and faster, he imagined his mother jumping out of a giant sized, gift wrapped, Christmas box wearing nothing but gift tags on her nipples, one breast for him and one breast for his brother. Maybe they started their incestuous relationship when they kissed New Year's Eve four years ago when she was tipsy with champagne and Tom was leaving for Iraq for the first time. Maybe his brother forced his mother to have incestuous sex with him. Maybe his mother seduced his brother. Wondering what happened and how it all started, he had no idea.

"Oh yeah, that was fast. I'm going to cum," said Tim stroking himself with the thoughts of his brother having sex with his mother. "Oh my God. Wow," he said getting ready to shoot his load. "Not much of a leap thinking about myself with my mother, thinking about my mother with my brother is so exciting," he said while imagining his mother sucking his cock instead of her sucking his brother's cock.

Then as if his stiff cock was a Christmas tree and his cum was a shooting star that traveled up through the trunk and along all the branches, he could feel himself getting ready to explode his cum everywhere.

"That felt so good," he said holding his stiff, throbbing cock in his hand while cum still oozed out of it to coat his horny hand as if it was white frosting coating a Christmas cupcake. "I only wish my mother was here to stroke me and to suck me in the way that I imagine her stroking and sucking my brother. I wish she'd accidentally walk in on me while I was masturbating," he said wishing she saw him exploding his cum over the sexy thoughts of her.

He wondered what her reaction would be to seeing his hard prick. Would she stare? Would she look away? Would she berate him? Maybe that's how it started between his brother and mother. Maybe his mother caught Tom masturbating and volunteered her hand and her mouth. Still stroking himself with the incestuous thoughts of his mother sucking his brother, he was nearly ready to cum again.

"Knock, knock," said his mother barging in on him.

Feeling the need for privacy but so glad that she didn't give him any, she knocked on his bedroom door while immediately opening his door without even waiting for him to respond. As if he were a motionless deer caught in the headlights of an oncoming car, he froze holding his oozing cum dripping cock in his hand while his mother stared at all that he was showing. His mother saw his cock. She saw his stiff prick. Moreover, no doubt knowing that he had just masturbated being that his hand was covered with his cum, his mother was staring at his dick. Maybe with his brother leaving, she'd be as horny as he always is. Maybe with his brother gone, she'd give him hot, incestuous sex.

"Gees, Mom, do you mind? I have my door closed for a reason," said Tim feebly protesting while covering his exposed cock with both hands.

"Well, it isn't as if you're wrapping my Christmas gift Timmy," she said with a laugh while watching him quickly put his cock back in his jeans. "Besides, it's nothing that I haven't seen before when I changed your dirty diapers. Masturbation is normally, especially at your age. Maybe it's time you had a girlfriend," she said looking at him with curiosity. "Do you date?"

"Mom," said Tim with exasperation. Even if he had a girlfriend and even if he had a sexual life, he wasn't about to tell his mother about his personal life.

"Making sure that we leave in plenty of time to drive your brother to the airport, I just came up to ask you what you wanted for dinner but I see that you're busy," she said with a laugh as she closed his bedroom door.

"I'm done Mom," he said feeling so lame and embarrassed, instead of feeling sexually excited, that his mother caught him masturbating after always wishing she would. "We still have plenty of food leftover from yesterday's Christmas dinner. I'll just reheat some turkey, potatoes, and stuffing and have that with cranberry when I come downstairs," he said. "I'll be finished eating in plenty of time to go with you to the airport with Tom."

"Okay," she said opening his door for another long look at him before closing his door again.

Now that she was gone, excited that she caught him masturbating, only with his hand wrapped around his cock in the way and blocking her view, he wondered how much of his cock his mother actually saw. He wondered if she was as sexually excited seeing his cock as he was sexually excited in showing her his cock. Making him wish that he could give his mother a cum bath after she took his cock in her mouth and sucked him, she was staring hard enough and long enough to make him wonder what she was thinking for her to stare at his cock so long and so hard.

Maybe she was comparing his cock to his brother's cock. Maybe with Tom leaving, she's thinking about starting an incestuous sexual relationship with him. Yet, always jumping to conclusions, if it wasn't for the video of them in bed naked together, for all that he would have known was that they weren't even having sex. Only, now with the video he had as his first, tangible evidence, he knew differently. He knew the truth.

Feeling horny again with the thoughts of his mother naked and fucking and sucking his brother, he unzipped himself and pulled out his cock to stroke it while imagining walking in on his mother while she was taking a bath. Their bathroom door didn't have a lock on it and all it would take for him to see her naked was to open the door as she stood up from the bathtub. Nonetheless, it was hotter to imagine her as a captive prisoner sitting in the bathwater so exposed. Staring down at her, he imagined her big breasts submerged just below the bubbles. One bubble at a time, as if she was a stripper, he imagined popping her bubbles with his finger until her big tits were right there in plain view.

A captive audience and knowing she'd never get up naked in front of him to leave the cover of the water, he suddenly imagined unzipping himself and pulling out his cock to masturbate in front of her while she was sitting in the tub. Even though he wished he could, he'd never dare purposely exposed himself to his mother. Yet, with the images running away with his sexually frustrated imagination, he wondered what she'd do if he did that, just pulled out his cock in front of her and started masturbating. Would she look or would she look away? Would she yell at him to get out and scold him later as if he was a bad boy? Maybe she'd stare and watch him masturbate before offering him her hand to help stroke him and her mouth to cum inside instead of having him cum in her bath water.

Stroking himself harder and faster, after he watched her staring at his exposed prick, maybe she was the one who seduced his brother. Including himself in that assessment of his mother too maybe she's just as wicked as her son. Suddenly with the thoughts of his mother seeing and staring at his cock, he had the need to cum again. Only with no time to spare, he had to go downstairs, eat, and go with his mother and brother to the airport. Instead, he put his cock away to save his cum for later.

With Tom appearing so handsomely resplendent in his uniform, while imagining the worst case scenario being the best case scenario, that his mother was fucking and sucking his brother, it was so very sexually exciting in the way he saw his mother act at the airport. When Tim excused himself to go to the men's room and returned looking for them and with them nowhere to be found, he finally spotted them off in the distance and in a secluded corner of the airport behind a baggage cart. Obviously thinking they were out of sight, Tim saw his mother and brother making out as if they were horny teenagers. Not just hugging and kissing her son good-bye, she was French kissing Tom and he was returning her long, lingering kisses with his own French kisses. Even though he always suspected an incestuous, sexual relationship happening between them, and even after getting proof of their incestuous, sexual relationship with a well placed, hidden video camera, Tim was still stunned to see them being so publicly passionate before his eyes.

In the way his brother was grabbing and feeling his mother's ass with one hand and groping and caressing her breast and fingering her nipple through her blouse and bra with his other hand, his affectionate, sexual, public display was shocking. It was one thing to see a man making out with a woman but when that woman was his mother and the man was his brother, well, words couldn't express the twisted feelings of outrage and betrayal mixed with sexual excitement that Tim felt. Frozen in place, unable to remove his eyes from staring at them kissing, hugging, and touching, and unable to go to them to stop it, he watched his mother rub her son's cock and cup his testicles through his pants. Expecting her to do so, especially in the slutty way she was acting, he expected his mother to fall to her knees, unzip her son, pull out his cock, and start sucking him right there in the middle of the airport but she didn't do that.

When seeing these two together, no doubt, passing people would think that Tom was her much younger husband or her cougar boyfriend instead of her son. In the way they were French kissing one another and feeling one another through their clothes, no one but Tim would think that they were mother and son. Wishing his mother would kiss him in the way she was now kissing his brother, he quickly scanned the airport for any other mothers making out with their sons in the way that his mother was making out with his brother but he didn't see any.

After seeing them together last night on the video camera that he recently installed and now with his suspicions confirmed, even though he was shocked to see them French kissing and feeling up one another at the airport, Tim wasn't as surprised as he would have been to see this open display of public, incestuous, sexual affection. He now knows what they've been doing behind his back. Only with his brother going off to war, this wasn't the proper time to confront them and to upset Tom with the video proof of his suspicions. An emotionally filled time, they were both already upset, too upset, enough.

Nonetheless, with a silver lining to every dark cloud and a rainbow after every storm, with his brother thousands of miles away and out of the picture for a year or more, whether she wanted her other son or not in that incestuous way that she carried on with her favored son, it wouldn't matter what she wanted. Not one to be denied, Tim figured that it was his turn to get with his mother. If his whore of a mother was giving his brother sex, then she was going to give him sex too. Only, now that he thought that, how would he do that? It's one thing to think about having sex with his mother but quite another thing to actually do it. A line that he feared crossing, he had no idea how to seduce his mother without making himself appear perversely perverted.

Going from feeling sexually excited seeing them being so brazenly and incestuously romantic, suddenly feeling the sexual frustrating sensation of a rollercoaster of emotions, sadly, jealously, and angrily, he wish he was having sex with his mother instead of his brother, Tim's mother never French kissed him for earning a college scholarship and for making the Dean's List all four years that he was in college. Tom was never an A student in the way that his brother was and Tim was never the athlete that he was and his father was. Not fair that his brother was chosen over him, none of this was fair. If she was having sex with Tom, why wouldn't she have sex with him?

Seemingly all Tom had to do was to join the Army and go into combat for his mother to spread her legs before falling to her knees. All Tom had to do was to scare his mother with the thoughts of him not returning home alive for her to fuck her son. Marking them off on his calendar, all Tom had to do was to count the days before he'd be leaving for his mother to fall to her knees and open her mouth to suck her son. For a chance to be with his mother, he thought about joining the military but he'd never do that. With his luck, while he was gone away doing basic training, his mother would take up with someone else and he'd be stuck serving the rest of his time in the service.

"God damn it! Why him and not me?"

This wasn't James Jones' novel, From Here to Eternity, his dirty bastard of a brother was no Burt Lancaster or Montgomery Clift, and his whore of a mother was no Deborah Kerr or Donna Reed. These were real people and not some fictional characters between the pages of a book or superimposed on the silver screen. This is his mother and his brother having an incestuous, sexual relationship behind his back. How could he not know? How could he be so stupid not to see what they were doing? Why were they doing this to him and not including him?

"Fuck!"

Theresa was Tim's mother too and if she was having incestuous sex with his twin brother and obviously she was, then he wanted to have incestuous sex with his mother too. Having to be content in sharing everything in their lives, what's fair for one is fair for the other. If his mother is having sex with his brother, and conclusively by the evidence of his video proof she is, then he wanted to have sex with her too.

Always doting on her favorite son, his mother attended all of Tom's baseball and football games while Tim stayed home studying and doing homework. Not once did she ever attend any of his band practices or his chess matches, even though his high school band was chosen to march in the Macy's Thanksgivings Day parade four years ago and he took home the trophy in chess. Going off by bus without his mother and brother by his side to march in the Macy's Thanksgiving Day parade, leaving them for the day alone in the house, he wonder if that's when their incestuous affair started.

With him out of the picture and Tom alone with his mother, he'd do anything to learn the dirty details of their first sexually intimate time together. Now, after seeing them together at the airport and on his video tape before that, he suspected while he was off playing the clarinet or the oboe at his college band practice, she was playing his brother's flute and slide trombone at home. He knew while he was making his moves to capture someone's queen or to checkmate their king at his college's chess club, she was making all the right moves on his brother to get him in bed or his brother was making on the right moves on his mother for her to give him head.

"How dare she! Cocksucker! She's a slutty bitch and he's a dirty bastard! How dare he! Son of a bitch, the dirty bastard," he said realizing that what he said was so appropriate. Yet, if his twin brother was a son of a bitch and a dirty bastard then he was one too for wanting his bitch of a mother to suck his cock too.

Never married, Tom and Tim were born bastard babies illicitly conceived in the back seat of a black, '85 Mustang GT after her high school prom in 1989, which may explain his love for Mustangs. Never to be heard from again, their biological father left them and abandoned her as soon their Mom told him that she was pregnant with his twins. He was such a dirty bastard not to be man enough to accept his responsibility and take care of his sons. How could he leave her? How could he leave them?

"Pregnant? No way! We only did it the one time," he said with a sneer before looking at her with suspicion and to infect her with his poison. "How do I even know they're my babies?"

"Because I don't sleep around. Except for Tony last year, you were my one and only. I love you Vinnie," she said.

Later, when they were old enough to understand the asshole their biological father was, she told her sons about the last dialogue she had with their father.

"Yeah, well, Theresa, you're on your own. I'll see you. You should have been on the pill or asked me to use a condom. This is all your fault. Bye," he said getting in his Mustang and driving away and not to be seen or heard from again.

After trying to call him, write him, and going by his apartment, he was gone. Night after night, she cried herself to sleep. The last she heard of him was that he joined the Army just in time to be shipped overseas to fight in the Gulf War. Maybe that's where he met his demise. Maybe had he accepted his responsibility and stayed with Theresa to raise his sons, he'd be alive and happy today.
From what little his mother told him about his biological father, a real jock, captain of his track team, ace pitcher of his baseball team, and star quarterback of his football team, he made no mention of continuing any sports after high school and/or even going to college. Oddly enough, other than the few prom photos that she had of them together, the only cherished photo she had of him was one taken of him proudly standing with his car and wearing his high school, 12 letter sweater for running outdoor track and playing baseball and football. Running, running, and running, if he's even still alive, no doubt, he's still running. She still keeps the picture of him on her nightstand next to her bed. Obviously, he cared more about that damn car than he did for her or for his unborn babies.

With the financial help received from her father and the babysitting help received from her mother, Theresa was able to get a good job after high school and attended community college classes at night while working full-time. Being that she was tall, blonde, busty, and good looking, qualified enough by her looks instead of her administrative skills, she was hired as a secretary for an oil company executive. More concerned with what she looked like than what skills she had, she turned that one job into her career and her golden parachute when that oil company was bought out by another much larger oil company. No doubt, judging by what her boss paid her, she was doing more than just filing and answering the phones for him. After only working for twenty years and investing her money wisely, selling her stock options in the oil company after the stocks split and split again, she prematurely retired to raise her sons. Fortunately, untouched by recession, whether the economy was bust or boom, the oil companies were flourishing.

Sadly and tragically, an unrequited love that was never meant to be, she must have loved this mystery man, Vinnie, enough to never date again. Perhaps with two babies to raise, when they were both barely 19-years-old and just a year out of high school, it's a rare man who'd take on that kind of baggage to begin his life? Regardless of the hardships, never considering abortion or giving them up for adoption, with the help of her mother, she raised her sons alone and her boys appreciated all the hard work she did in keeping them fed, healthy, and safe. Yet, somewhere along the line, perhaps she was lonely or perhaps she saw something in Tom that she didn't see in Tim and that reminded her of Vinnie, her lost love. Actually, the spitting image of their father, they both looked exactly like their Dad. Nonetheless, as if she lost part of her mind, the part that reasoned and the part that had commonsense and decency, single motherhood took its psychological toll on her when she started an incestuous relationship with her favored son.

Being that this story has a Christmas theme, this story would have been an endearing story of a mother's love for a son and a story with a happy ending were it not for the triangular divide of a mother making love with one son and ignoring the other by not including him. Even worse that they were identical twins, had she included both her sons in a threesome orgy of incestuous sex, there'd be little to write about other than a mother sucks one son while fucking the other. Fortunately, for me the writer and you the reader, writing an incestuous story is more fun when there's plenty of jealous tension between the protagonist and sibling rivalry between the antagonist.

Always hugging and kissing, with a hand on a shoulder, an arm, or a leg, Tom and his mother were always touching one another. Whispering their personal conversations and laughing over their private jokes, Tim always scratched his head over the special relationship his mother enjoyed with his brother, one that didn't include him. Every time he walked in the room they stopped laughing and fell silent. Feeling ostracized from his brother when it came to his mother and feeling rejected by his mother when it came to his brother, he wondered what he did wrong not to enjoy the special status that his brother enjoyed with her. Then, one day, filled with as much jealousy as he was with hurt and curiosity, expecting the truth, he finally confronted his brother to confess his suspicions.

"What's going on between you and Mom?"

"Me and Mom? What do you mean?"

"She treats you better than me," said Tim deciding to begin by threading lightly while suddenly feeling as if he was one of the Smother brothers doing their comedy routine.

"She does not. She treats us the same," said Tom with a nervous laugh. "Ever since we were kids and for as long as I can remember, she goes out of her way not to play favorites."

Tim looked at his brother in readiness to read his face before dropping the incest bomb. Only, hard to read, his brother avoided making eye contact with him.

"Are you having sex with Mom?"

Still not looking up at his brother, Tom's face fell in direct relationship to his mouth falling open.

"What? Sex? Me having sex with Mom? Are you nuts?"

Although Tom finally and briefly looked at him, Tim watched his brother avoid making eye contact with him. As if his eyes were a video camera, he recorded his brother raising his eyebrows and quickly blinking his eyes. Based upon the psychology course he took in college, raised eyebrows and rapid eye blinking were two of the many off-the-cuff telltale signs that he was lying.

"You didn't answer my question," she Tim with purpose. "Are you having sex with Mom?"

He stared at his brother again only to read the same telltale signs. Obviously, no doubt, trying to preserve his mother's reputation, with incest a sticky and embarrassing subject, he was lying.

"Of course not," said Tom still not looking at his brother. "Why would you think that? You have quite the perverted imagination Tim. I'd never have sex with Mom and she'd never have sex with me. Eww, that's just nasty," he said still avoiding making eye contact with his brother. "What's wrong with you to even think that never mind ask me that?"

Being that they were twins, Tim didn't need his brother to answer his question to know that he was having sex with their mother. He figured that if he wanted to have sex with his mother, then his brother, no doubt, wanted to have sex with her too. Protesting a bit too much, Tom told his brother that he was just imagining things and, believing his brother, for the longest time he thought he was, that is, until he discovered differently when he monitored her bedroom with a hidden camera hooked up to his laptop computer. With his hidden camera invading his mother's privacy, even if he didn't find evidence of his mother and brother having sex, at least he could masturbate to his mother dressing and undressing. Knowing they wouldn't do anything while he was there in the house with them, he always made an excuse to leave them alone for several hours. With the camera on and Tim out, he finally had his proof that they were incestuously, sexually intimate.

Even though he felt like a real cad for spying on them, it wasn't fair that Tom always received a longer hug, the better piece of steak, a bigger piece of pie, the perfect slab of cake, and a smile instead of a scowl. Not really wanting to believe that his mother was an incestuous slut and his brother was a perverted bastard, if solely based upon their personal interactions, a connection that his brother obviously had with his mother that he didn't, he always suspected there was something sexual going on between the two of them. Yet with no evidence to support his suspicions, that is, until he had the video proof of his mother wearing nothing but a red ribbon and a red bow for Christmas, all his suspicions did was to fuel his hormone induced, sexual fantasies of his brother doing his mother while he masturbated to the thoughts of them together sexually.

Tim rode home with his mother from the airport in silence. He wasn't talking and apparently, with her son and lover going back into battle, she was too upset to talk too. Instead of talking, he stared at his mother. The first thing she did was to remove her coat before getting in the car and as soon as she sat in her car seat, he watched her skirt climb up in direct proportion to his cock hardening. Too hot and too uncomfortable to wear a heavy coat in the car, giving him something to preoccupy his mind and maintain his incestuous lust for her, he was glad that she was sitting beside him in her low cut blouse and her short skirt for the long ride home.

With her skirt hiked to the middle of her thigh and her long, shapely legs spread wide open to allow her to depress the clutch with one foot and the brake and the gas pedal with the other, he looked over at his mother. Even though he's already seen her naked in her room on his laptop computer, seeing her dressed like this was sexier than seeing her naked. Beginning to get horny while watching her short skirt riding higher up her slim thigh, if he leaned forward enough and cocked his head enough to peek between her legs, only too obvious to do that in a closed car, he could probably see her panties. Dressed to say goodbye to his brother at the airport, being that she wasn't wearing a bra with Tim clearly seeing the impressions that his mother's nipples made in her sheer blouse, he wondered if she was wearing panties.

Nonetheless her wearing panties or not, the sexy sight of her driving with her skirt nearly hiked up to her crotch and with her blouse halfway unbuttoned, made him horny for her. After all the times that he imagined what she looked like naked, after watching her undressing and stripping off her clothes, and after watching the video of her having sex with his brother, now he knew. Standing in where his brother left off, he was ready to have sex with her too. He spent years wondering what she'd be like in bed and now having watched her with his brother over and again on video, he knew that too.

"What's wrong? Why do you keep looking at me like that?" She looked over at her son before quickly returning her attention to driving.

Not wanting to cause her to have an accident, Tim had an uncontrollable urge to stick his hand up his mother's skirt and in between her legs to see if she was wearing panties, only he didn't dare. As part of the continuation of his early Christmas gift, he imagined his brother being treated to one last feel of his mother's pussy while French kissing her his goodbyes at the airport. He had the uncontrollable urge to stick his hand down his mother's mostly unbuttoned blouse and cup her big breast in his hand while fingering her big nipple. After seeing them together, kissing, hugging, and groping, he knew that his brother was all over his mother's big tits while French kissing her. Only, with his brother out of the picture for at least a year, not wanting to ruin whatever may develop between them, he had plenty of time to seduce his mother later.

"Oh nothing. I was just thinking about Tom going off war again. I'm sorry Mom," he said looking over at her while partially touching her naked thigh and her skirt. He left his hand there for a long minute before squeezing her thigh and before finally and reluctantly taking it away.

He was so tempted to move his hand in between her legs and move it higher up her thigh. He wondered what she'd do if he did. Would she stop him from feeling her panty clad or naked pussy by swatting his hand away or would she allow him to cup her panty clad or naked pussy? Whether she was wearing panties or not, he felt his cock swell and pulsate by the erotic thought of touching his mother between her legs and fingering his mother's cunt.

For an old broad, being that 41-years-old was old to him, his mother still had nice legs and when his hand was on her thigh, he could feel the heat of her body through her thin, short skirt. After now knowing that she was doing his brother, being that she was his captive audience in the car, he was so tempted to run a slow hand along the inside of her thigh and continue all the up to her panty clad or naked crotch. After his brother was done kissing and feeling on her, he wondered if she was as sexually aroused then as he was now.

"As if your brother is still here, we should continue with our lives and celebrate Christmas," she said giving Tim a soft, forced smile.

Not as smooth with women as Tom, a gross understatement, with his mind filled with incestuous thoughts and with his mother in the starring role, now with all the time in the world to do so, he wondered how to go about seducing her. He could blackmail her. He could show her the video that he has of her and his brother of having sex. He could flatter her before getting her drunk, drunk enough that perhaps she'd think that he was Tom instead of Tim or, in her case, Vinnie instead of her son.

Being that he was alone with her now, as his personal payback for her having sex with his brother and not with him, he could drug her, strip her naked, and tie her to the bed to have his wicked way with her. Only, just as she was with his brother, instead of forcing her to do something that she didn't want to do, in the way that she so willingly fucked and sucked Tom, it would be so much better if she wanted to have sex with him voluntarily. Unfortunately, not as sexually sophisticated as his brother when it came to bedding women, still an inexperienced virgin, he had no idea how to go about seducing his mother. This was his mother and not some slut he picked up at the bar.

Taking much of the pressure off himself to seduce his mother, he decided to take things slow and play things by ear. Maybe instead of acting his nerdy self, he could act more like his brother and watch football games with her as did his brother. With his arm around his mother's shoulders, his brother was always sitting on the couch with his mother as if they were boyfriend and girlfriend. Tim wished he could do that with her but he never enjoyed the relationship that he had with her that her brother did. Besides not much of a sports fan, he hated football.

He wished he could show his feelings to his mother but the thoughts of incestuous sex always got in the way of him touching her in the way that Tom was always touching her. The first time he ever touched his mother inappropriately was just now when he put his hand on her naked thigh on the way home from the airport and, just from doing that, he already had an erection. He wished he had it in him to take his incestuous lust a step further. He wished he could be so bold to ask her to pull over so that he could hold him, kiss her, and feel her in the way his brother just did at the airport.

Maybe now that he was alone with her, they could begin developing more of an incestuous sexual relationship by talking and becoming best friends, a bond that would supersede that connection of mother and son. Maybe now with his brother gone, they could transgress their mother and son relationship into more of a man and woman sexual friendship. The fact that she's already showed that she's lonely, perhaps after a while without Tom, she'll be horny too. Maybe he could play on her missing his brother, her son, to open a sexual door for him to walk through and fill that role. Maybe she'll give him rebound sex. Maybe, eventually, she'll want him as much as she wanted his brother.

With the outside of their house already decorated for Christmas, the house looked so much like a department store Christmas display. As soon as they pulled in the driveway, he jumped out of the car and ran to the other side of the car to open the door for his sexy mother. Having ulterior motives in mind that superseded him being a gentleman and a kind and caring son, he was more interested in finally getting an answer to his question. Was she wearing panties or not? With her skirt now nearly up to her crotch when alighting from the car, he knew full well that she'd flash him an up skirt when getting out of the car. If he was too afraid to have sex with his mother, he may have to settle for up skirts of her panties and down blouses of her bra and cleavage while masturbating in his room over watching her naked video of her having sex with his brother.

Good God Almighty, as soon as he opened her car door, with her legs spread as wide as his lust for her was and her skirt raised as high as his horniness for his mother was, Theresa gave her son a beautiful flash of her bright, white, bikini panties. Knowing that he was standing there staring, did she purposely flash him her panty or was her flash an unplanned accident? Then, when she leaned around her car seat to reach in back for her coat, with her legs spread even wider and her skirt climbing even higher, he saw her panty clad ass cheeks too. So tempted, he so wanted to put a heavy hand to his mother's back to hold her body down across the console while fingering her pussy through her panty and reaching around her to feel, fondle, and caress her big tits while fingering her nipples through her blouse. Only he was her son. He couldn't treat his mother in such a disrespectful way.

Playing miss innocent instead of playing her real part as the incestuous slut of a mother that she was, she looked up at him staring down at her. As shocking as it was exciting, she made no attemp to cover her exposed panty until she saw him staring too hard and too long. Obviously and finally, with his stare making her feel uncomfortable, she put a hand to the center of her skirt to push it down and closed. Then, once she alighted from the car and closed the door behind her, something he's seldom done since he was a little boy, he wrapped a strong arm around his mother and hugged her. Giving her a full body press, while pretending she was his girlfriend instead of his mother and so wanting to reach down to cup her sweet ass through her skirt in his hand, she felt so good in his arms. Perhaps, as did his brother, expecting him to kiss her and grope her, she surprised him when she just stood there frozen and not moving.

"Timmy, what's wrong?"

Every time she said, 'Timmy, what's wrong?', he couldn't help but think of all of those old reruns of Lassie that he watched when he was a kid. 'Is Timmy in trouble Lassie?'

"I miss Tom already," he said wondering if he could use missing his brother as an excuse to sleep with his mother tonight

A good plan on the surface, maybe tonight, on the pretense that he was having bad nightmares, he could go to his mother's room. He'd tell her that he couldn't sleep and ask if he could sleep with her in the way that he used to do when he was a kid. Only, this time, he'd wear his pajama bottoms, the one with the big opening in the front and, not buttoning it, he wouldn't wear any underwear. Undoubtedly, with his erection growing by being in bed with his mother, his cock would surely fall out during the night.

No doubt, as she slept with her nightgown hiked up to her waist and her naked ass within his horny reach, he imagined innocently rolling over and spooning his mother as she slept and as he pretended he was sleeping. He imagined his swollen cock resting between her ass crack while his other hand cupped her nightgown clad breast and gently fingered her emerging nipple. Imagining fucking his mother doggie style, he was getting horny again just thinking about spooning and feeling his mother. He needed to masturbate again. If his incestuous sexual fantasies were all that he had to look forward to, that would be okay with him, so long as his mother gave him some new up skirts and down blouses. Yet, even if she didn't and sat like a lady with her knees cemented together and even if she wore turtlenecks instead of low cut tops, he still had that naked video of her having sex with his brother to watch while masturbating.
"Me too," she said reluctantly returning his hug at first before hugging him tighter. "I love you Timmy."

"I love you Mommy," he said reverting to saying his favorite phrase of affection when he was just a little boy.

When they broke their hug, she surprised him when she kissed him on the lips. It was nothing more than a mother and son kiss and a kiss without tongues but he was surprised nonetheless. He couldn't remember the last time his mother kissed him on the lips. Is this how it started with Tommy with just an innocent hug first and then a kiss between a mother and her son? She was always kissing his brother and never kissing him, he always wondered what it would be like to kiss her, really kiss her, French kiss her. So wanting to return her kiss and so wanting to part her lips with his tongue while reaching down to cup her sweet ass before reaching up to feel her braless breast, he wondered if she felt his hard cock pressing against her soft belly while hugging him.

Hugging his mother in the way that he just did and, especially with her returning his hug and voluntarily kissing him, was as if he had just reached first base. Playing the obedient albeit submissive son, he helped her on with her coat while making sure that he lightly and inadvertently touched some part of her sexy body with his fingertips in the process. With the knowledge of the intimate and incestuous relationship that she had enjoyed with his brother burning a hole in his mind, figuring that he needed to take things slow, he didn't know how to parlay that incestuous information into having sex with his mother. Once inside the house, he helped her off with her coat while touching some part of her in the process with his fingertips again.

So wanting to grab her ass and/or fondle her breast through her clothes in the way that Tom was feeling her at the airport, he didn't dare. Going about his planned seduction more intelligently and intellectually instead of more perversely and erotically, it was his play it by ear plan to slowly drive his mother wildly crazy with incestuous lust for him. He needed her to want him as much as he wanted her. Waiting on her to satisfy her every whim, with her retired and him on Christmas vacation and on a temporary hiatus before starting grad school in the fall, he'd have all day and all night to seduce his mother. Maybe by New Year's Eve, getting her tipsy enough on champagne, he'd summon the courage to kiss her, really kiss her, French kiss her while feeling her abundant breasts, her round, firm ass, and pressing his hard cock through his clothes against her soft belly.

"Would you like a cup of tea mother?" Tim put on his mother's favorite Christmas CD, a selection of singers from Bing Crosby to Celine Dion. "I just need to change into something more comfortable," she said.

Figuring that she'd emerge from her bedroom wearing a nightgown, she changed into another blouse and skirt but this time, she was wearing a bra. Damn. And her blouse buttons were all buttoned. Double damn.

"Yes tea would be lovely," she said rubbing her shoulder. "Only, if you don't mind, I'd prefer something a little stronger, a glass of wine perhaps. I think I may be coming down with something. I'm feeling so very achy," she said stretching out her limbs.

"How about a backrub?" Tim imagined stripping his mother naked on the necessary pretense to rub her back.

"I'd like that," she said. "Tom used to give me the best massages."

Aha! Massages. His cock pulsated at the thought of his brother massaging his mother. Suddenly he was filled with as much jealously as he was horniness. Maybe that's how their incestuous relationship started with fucking back massages, that bastard. Tim imagined his mother on her stomach and naked but for a towel, a small towel, a facecloth that covered not much more than her ass crack. Tim poured her a glass of wine, handed it to her, and watched her drink. If only he had something to put in her wine, he could drug her and undress her on the pretense of putting her to be naked so that she wouldn't wrinkle her clothes.

He watched her gulp down half the glass of wine before putting the goblet down on the coffee table. Knowing that his mother was a one drink, giddy drunk, a cheap date, and knowing that his brother was a Casanova with the woman, maybe alcohol was how Tom got his mother in bed. Giving his mother the benefit of the doubt, he always thought more of his mother and less of his brother. For sure, his brother was the one who seduced his mother. Surely, it was his brother who took advantage of his mother and not the other way around. If that was the case, if his brother was the one who took sexual advantage of his mother, the question was could he take advantage of his mother in the way that his brother had?

Being that he was the good son and his brother was the bad boy, suddenly filled with disappointment, his heart sank with the realization that he'd never get his mother in bed. Nonetheless, going through with the pretense as his way of at least touching his mother, he agreed to give her a backrub. Maybe he'd see something he shouldn't. Maybe he'd allow him to touch something he shouldn't. Maybe after drinking her wine she'd fall asleep and he could touch, fondle, feel, and caress his mother where no son should.

"Close your eyes and relax Mom," said Tim gently rubbing her shoulders and back before kneading them.

Wishing he had the nerve to grab two, big handfuls of her bra clad breasts through her thin blouse instead of rubbing her back, he didn't dare. In just massaging her back, he was getting another erection. Never has he touched his mother in this way. Wishing she hadn't put on a bra, but glad that she did in a way, he could feel her bra strap through her blouse and when she leaned forward to give him access to her back, he could feel the back of her bra. Tracing the back of her bra with his fingers, he wished he had the balls to unhook it on the pretense that her bra was in the way of him massaging her back. Feeling his cock hardening with the mere thought of unhooking his mother's brazier and with the naked video of her fast forwarding through his mind, he felt as if he'd cum in his pants with the mere touch of his mother's sexy back.

"Oh, that feels so good Tim," she said rolling her head around from side to side. "You have wonderful hands."

Taking the chance that she would and nervous that she'd say no, he summoned the courage to manipulate his mother to his sexual benefit.

"Stretch out on sofa so that I can get the rest of your back Mom," he said knowing full well that with her short skirt already climbing to her crotch again that there was just no way that his mother could move and position herself to lie flat on the couch without flashing him her panties.

Only, not much of a drinker, she surprised him when she drank the rest of her wine and held up her glass for a refill before leaning forward to stretch out on the couch. Just as he thought she would flash him her panties, she flashed him her panties while looking up at him staring down at her. Only this time, she didn't put her hand between her knees to obscure his view between her legs. She immodestly and immorally flashed her son her bright white, bikini panties. He so wished that he could remove them with his teeth before fingering her and licking her.

"I think after seeing Tom off at the airport, I'm going to need to get good and drunk," she said looking at him and giving him the smile that she always saved for his brother. "Let's get drunk together, shall we? Yeah, let's get good and drunk, smashed, blitzed, and paralyzed," she said looking up at her son with a sexy smile and a lusty laugh.

This may be easier than he thought it would thought Tim. He imagined his mother drunk. He imagined her standing atop the coffee table and removing her clothes to the holiday Christmas music of Johnny Mathis singing Oh, Come All Ye Faithful, until she was wearing nothing more than just a Santa Claus hat and slippers. He imagined her helping her naked body to bed and, on the pretense of helping her on with her nightgown. He imagined touching and feeling his mother where no son should touch and feel his mother.

"Sure. Okay. That would be fun mother. It's been a long time since I've had one too many drinks," said Tim pouring himself a scotch while realizing that it sounded funny being that he was only 22-years-old and had only legally been drinking for a year. Actually, he had his first drink at 18-years-old and, just as every other male his age, he never stopped drinking.

Wishing he had the balls to bring his sexual scenario from sexual fantasy to reality, he wanted to tell his mother to unbutton her blouse so that he'd have access to her back, but he didn't dare. What the Hell, she was on her stomach and he couldn't see anything anyway. What difference would it make if her blouse was unbuttoned? Yet, if she unbuttoned her blouse, he'd have better access to her bra. He imagined rubbing her back while feeling the back of her bra before feeling the side of her bra clad breasts and before stealthily unhooking her bra as if he was opening a locked and alarmed safe. Only, having never unhooked a woman's bra before, not very coordinated, he'd probably need a pair of scissors to unhook his mother's bra.

"Do you want me to remove my blouse so that you'll have access to my back?"

What? Huh? Are you kidding me? Speechless, he didn't know what to say and how to respond to her question.

Forget about asking his mother to unbutton her blouse, did his mother just ask him if he wanted her to remove my blouse? Too stunned to talk, way better than just having her unbutton her blouse, Tim couldn't believe his mother offered to remove her blouse. Oh, my God. His cock throbbed to the sexual anticipation of seeing his mother in her sexy bra, even if it was only seeing her bra from the back. Even though he's already seen every part of her naked body but, with his hidden camera of not very good quality and watching the black and white video as if it was someone else on a security camera in a department store or a casino, seeing his mother live and in person, even if only in her bra, is better than any video of her naked.

"Sure, yeah, actually that's a good idea Mom," he said trying to play it cool and as if her removing her blouse was no big deal.

"Turn off the lights first and light the Christmas tree. I don't mind you seeing the back of my bra in dim lighting," she said with a little chuckle and an unexpected show of modesty, "but I don't want to give you a show of my bra clad breasts," she said with a laugh.

Quickly Tim turned off the over head light and lit the Christmas tree in time to watch his mother sit up again and flash him her panties again. He loved seeing her panties and with her thighs so shapely and her legs so parted, this time he saw the impression of her pussy slit through the thin material of her panty. "Turn around," she said with a little laugh while unbuttoning her blouse.

"I've seen you in your bra before mother," he said hoping she'd change her mind about having him turn around. He'd like to watch her undressing for him live as he imagined she undressed so many times for his brother.

"You have?"

"Sure lots of times. Always rushing around the house not to be late for work when you were working, you always emerge from your room in your bra and panty while putting on your bathrobe."

"I didn't know I was giving you a show," she said laughing.

"It's no big deal Mom. You're my mother and I'm your son," he said hoping she'd remove her skirt too after confessing that he's already seen her in her bra and panty. "I don't think of you in a sexual way," he said lying while imagining her naked and fucking her before having her suck him.

"Well, if that's really the case, being that the only lighting is coming from the Christmas tree in the corner, I should remove my skirt too so that I don't wrinkle it," she said.

No fucking way! He couldn't believe what he was hearing. As if she could read his horny mind, he couldn't believe that his mother willingly agreed to not only remove her blouse but also her short skirt. Either she was playing him and/or or teasing him or she was already tipsy from the wine. Either way, it didn't matter to him which, so long as he got to see his mother in her sexy underwear. Once she removed her blouse and skirt, with her lying on the couch in her bra and panty, he'd have much more access to the really good parts of her hot body. Much better than opening gifts under the Christmas tree, he couldn't wait to watch his mother unwrap her sexy body by removing her clothes.

He watched her sit up before standing. With him staring at his mother as if she was stripper on stage about to strip naked, she stood to brazenly unbutton and remove her blouse before the much appreciated eyes of her horny son. As if she unbuttoned her blouse in slow motion, he watched her unbutton her blouse one slow button at a time. Treated to the view of her cleavage, as if she was wearing her bikini top beneath her blouse, he stared at every inch of her lacy, low cut, white bra. From what he was seeing of her now that she was standing there with her blouse flayed open and remembering what she looked like topless in the video that he had downloaded of her, she has magnificent breasts.

When she unbuttoned her sleeves to slide her blouse over her hands to remove it, as if she was doing this to give him a prolonged view of her in her bra, he watched her fold her blouse and carefully put in on the ottoman. Then putting a hand behind her back to unbutton and unzip her short skirt, while mindlessly looking down at the carpet as if she was alone and undressing in her bedroom instead of undressing in front of him in the living room, she allowed her skirt to fall to the floor. He watched her flash her beautiful panty clad ass when she bent at the waist to retrieve her skirt. Even in the dim, colorful on and off flashing light of the Christmas tree, seemingly standing in a cheap motel with a hooker instead of standing in his living room with his lingerie clad mother, Tim got an eyeful of his mother standing before him in her sexy bra and white, bikini panties.

"You have a beautiful body mother," he blurted without even thinking.

Even though he was staring at her, he didn't want his mother to know that he was enjoying the view but he was.

"Thank you Tim," she said polishing off her second glass of wine.

Unable to reach all of her underwear clad body with the back of the couch in the way, he thought about asking her to get down on the carpet. As soon as he thought to ask her that, suddenly he had a vision of his mother on her hands and knees on the carpet in her bra and panties, while he kneeled behind her to hump her panty clad ass as he fondled her breasts and fingered her nipples through her bra. Trying to remove his horny mind from the view of his mother standing there in her panty and bra, it didn't help his over active libido when Jingle Bells started playing. Instead of jingle bells he thought of jingle balls. Instead of jingle bells, he thought of jiggling breasts. Having more access on the bed and being much more comfortable, sensing that his incestuous sexual desires would be so transparent if he asked her, he wished he had the nerve to ask his mother to lie on her bed instead of on the couch or on the carpet but, too afraid, he didn't dare.

"Unless you want to get down on the carpet mother," he said waiting for her to respond and when she didn't, figuring she didn't want to get on the carpet, he altered his suggestion. "Take your place on the couch mother and I'll--

"Let's do this in my bedroom. We'll be more comfortable there," she said giving him a sexy smile that she only reserved for his brother before but now flashed him.

Is this really happening? Is this how it all began with Tom? Did his mother seduce his brother in the way that she's seducing him now. Is she seducing him now or is he misconstruing his mother's words because of his incestuous intentions? Is that what this back rub and underwear clad massage is all about, a seduction instead of a back manipulation? He didn't know. Is that what she's doing? Too twisted by the lust that he had for his mother, he had no idea. Is she manipulating him for sex in the way that she manipulated his brother? He could only hope. Is she seducing him now or is she only interested in having him give her a massage? If only she was. Out of his element when it came to women, even with his mother and especially with his mother, he had no idea if she was trying to seduce him or not.

"Okay," he said following her. "Sure."

"Wait, I'll need another glass of wine," she said with a look that told him that she was well on her way to becoming inebriated. "Drink up. You're lagging behind me," she said with a laugh.

Tim poured his mother a third glass of wine and him another scotch before heading in her bedroom. As if she was already passed out drunk, she was already face down in the middle of the bed when he entered the room and, wishing she was naked and he was naked too, he stood in the doorway to stare at his mother's round, panty clad ass and her bra clad, shapely back. Even for an old broad, she was so incredibly beautiful. She had such a wicked hot body. If he didn't know how old she was, judging her just by her perfectly, round, firm ass, he'd think that she was more his age.

"I'll put your wine on the nightstand mother."

"Okay," she said. "I'm ready for my massage only," she said turning to look at him. "Please be respectful," she said pointing an index finger at him before putting her finger to her lip as if she was about to tell Santa Claus that she was naughty instead of nice and he had better be good instead of bad.

"What do you mean?"

Already having intentions of touching her, feeling her, and groping her where no son should ever touch feel, and grope his mother, he knew exactly what she meant.

"I mean, just because I'm on my bed in my underwear doesn't give you license to touch me inappropriately and to feel me where no son should ever touch and feel his mother." As if she could read his mind, she said the same words that he was just thinking. "I mean, of course, I realize all young men your age have sexual needs," she said pausing to look at the bulge that was forming in his pants. "But don't forget that I'm your mother and not some college tramp that you're about to seduce."

Bullshit. What a crock of shit, he thought. She's playing her innocent Mommy card. Maybe she's waiting for him to make the first move on her. Maybe that's what Tom did. Maybe he made the first move. Only with her already dressing like a slut before with her short skirt, half unbuttoned blouse with no bra, flashing him her panties, and kissing him outside when the returned from the airport and now with her on the bed in her bra and panty, she's already made the first several moves.

Only, no doubt, waiting for him to make a move, how far will she go in her seduction of him? With how far he's gotten with her already, he didn't think he'd have to make any moves on his mother with her making all of the moves on him. Moreover, if only she knew that he was not only an incestuous pervert but also a virgin. He wondered if that would make a difference or not to her wanting to seduce him or not seduce him. He decided to keep that as his little secret for now.

"Oh course mother. I wouldn't dream of inappropriately touching you," he said lying again while thinking of her on her knees and sucking his cock. "I'll be a gentleman."

Only, now that he saw her lying face down with the sides of her bra visible, he wished she was topless with the sides of her squished, big breasts visible. At the very least, he wished he could at least see the sides of her breasts to that he could take that image of her back to his room and masturbate over his topless, panty clad mother.
"Maybe I should remove my bra," she said turning her head to look back at him, no doubt, to see his reaction. "If you promise to behave," she said arching herself up on her elbows to turn to get a better look at him, "I'll remove my bra."

Shocked, stunned, and surprised, he couldn't believe this was happening. He couldn't dream this. He couldn't sexually fantasize this. In the way she was posing on the bed, if he was standing in front of her, he'd have a clear down bra view of her breasts. Only, he was positioned closer to her feet than to her shoulders and he inched his way up to her for a hoped for closer view when she removed her bra.

"I promise to behave mother," he said.

"Get me an oversized towel from the bathroom first," she said.

"Okay."

It took him a long, excruciating minute to find the towel in the linen closet and not in the bathroom. When he returned back to the room, her bedroom light was on, her wine glass was half empty, her bra was off and on the floor, and she was lying on her stomach topless.

"Slide the towel beneath me," she said raising herself on her hands and knees as if doing a pushup.

With her panty clad ass in the air and her big boobs hanging down, instantly again, he had the fantasy of humping her from behind while reaching up to fondle her breast and finger her nipples. Only instead of having to fondle her breasts and finger her nipples through her bra, her naked breasts were right there in front of his horny eyes. Tim stared at his mother's breasts hanging down from her body while imagining being beneath her. He imagined her hanging her tits in his face before sliding down to take his cock in her mouth.

"Tim? How's that? Tim?" Flashing him a bit more of her naked breasts, she cocked her body to look at him. "Earth to Tim," she said laughing. "Are you staring at Mommy's titties?"

Staring? No, leering, Tim wanted to confess while leering at his mother's titties. There was just no way that he could slide the towel beneath his mother without getting a good and closer look of her tits and he did. He only wished he was as naked as she was.

"Beautiful," he said staring at his mother's exposed, beautiful, hanging breasts as if they were diamond jewels.

"Before you climb on my bed, take off your shoes and maybe you should even remove your shirt and pants. After you give me a massage, I'll give you one too."

What? Seriously? She wants me to remove my shirt and pants? Suddenly he had the image of his mother massaging him where no mother should massage her son.

"Really? You will?"

Tim imagined his mother massaging his underwear clad body and his erect cock through the thin material of his cotton briefs with her long, manicured fingers. Only, already having an erection now, he couldn't imagine the erection he'd have with his mother massaging his back and legs. Visualizing the image of his mother touching, grabbing, and feeling his cock through his underwear, he wondered if he rolled over, if she'd massage his cock too. Intent on giving him a massage with a happy ending, he imagined her taking hold of his erection and stroking him before sucking him while looking up at him with her big, beautiful, brown eyes.

"Sure, I'd be happy to give you a massage. With all of the sports related injuries Tommy has had, I've given your brother lots of massages. I'm surprised I never gave you a massage too," she said with a look of confusion as if she was trying to remember if she had ever given him a massage.

"I've never had a massage," he said.

Suddenly Tim imagined his mother straddling his brother's naked body while massaging his cock with her hand, her mouth, and her pussy. Not much of a stretch, being that they were identical twins, he imagined his mother straddling his naked body while massaging his cock with her hand, her mouth, and her pussy. Quickly Tim removed his shoes, his shirt, and his pants. Wearing just his briefs and with his erection already tenting the thin, white, cotton material, he climbed on the bed and took his place bedside his mother. He's never been so close to her with so little clothes. Even though he wanted to have sex with his mother and even though he masturbated over the incestuous, horny thoughts of having sex with his mother, he was embarrassed by his erection. With his incestuous lust for his mother bulging out his briefs, he saw her glance over at his stiff member.

"I'm sorry," she said with a sly, sexy smile.

"Sorry for what Mom?"

"Did I do that to you?"

She stared at his stiff prick bulging out his briefs so much that his pubic hair, testicles, and the side of his cock by the base was clearly visible should she be looking and she was staring. Albeit through his underwear, he couldn't believe she was staring at his erection. No longer thinking of her as his mother, he thought of her as a woman. Only, so much more exciting to think of her as his mother lusting over him as much as he lusted over her, this was the moment of truth.

"Sorry Mom. That's so embarrassing," he said. Yet, unable to take his cock in hand and seduce his inebriated, nearly naked mother, he covered his erection with his hand.

"Don't be embarrassed Tim. Your brother always got an erection when I gave him a massage too. It's no big deal. It's just a fact of life. Even I got aroused when your brother massaged me."

Tim imagined his brother getting an erection while his mother took him in her hand before visualizing his brother massaging his mother. He imagined his mother getting wet and her nipples getting hard from his brother massaging her body.

"Tom gave you a massage?"

"Sure lots of times," she said.

Too afraid to ask, he wondered if his brother massaged his mother while she was topless and in her panties as he was about to do now.

"Well perhaps if I concentrate on massaging your nearly naked body," he said I won't be as sexually excited," he said with a laugh while making her laugh too.

"It's just a body Tim. There's no need to be embarrassed or even sexually excited," she said. "I'm your mother and your my son," she said giving him a motherly smile while lifting herself from her bed and turning more to the side to face him.

As if he was in shock, unable to remove his eyes from her naked breasts, he watched her turning to face him. He couldn't believe she was turning to face him. When she turned to him, she exposed her beautiful breasts to him. He couldn't believe his mother was exposing her tits to him. Staring at her big breasts, her round, pink areolas, and her erect nipples, seeing her breasts in person was so much better than seeing them on a black and white video. Instantly he had a raging erection.

"I know that Mom," he said talking to her tits while staring at his mother's exposed tits, "but you have beautiful tits."

He couldn't believe he said that.

"Thank you," she said looking down at her naked breasts before looking up at him. "I'm glad you like them."

Her big tits were right there. Not a dream, he could clearly see her tits. Not a sexual fantasy, she was showing him her tits. So tempted to do exactly that, if he lifted his hand he'd be touching them, feeling them, fondling them, and caressing them, while fingering her nipples. He couldn't believe that he was seeing his mother tits and she didn't care.

"Give me your hand," she said taking his hand as if helping him across the street when he was just a child.

As soon as he gave her his hand, she pulled him to her to put his horny hand on her naked breast. Her hard nipple was right there in the middle of his palm and pushing against his hand. He was touching and feeling his mother's tit. Afraid to move his hand, not even moving his fingers, he stayed like that staring at her right breast while feeling her left breast.

"Mom..." was all that he could say.

"They're just tits Tim. What's the big deal? You act as if you've never felt a woman's breast before. I'm sure you've felt lots of tits."

"Actually, too busy with band practice and the chess club, I haven't Mom. Your breast is the first breast that I've had in my hand," he said. "Still a virgin, I'm a bit of a nerd and the only reason why women even talk to me at all is to get with my brother."

"Seriously? You're still a virgin?" In the way that he broke the kitchen window with a baseball ten years ago, didn't admit it, and lied to cover it up, she looked at him as if he was lying to her.

"Yes. I'm a virgin," he said embarrassed by his confession.

"You've never had sex? Seriously?"

"No, I've never had sex," he said now feeling uncomfortable by his sexual inexperience and with his mother's breasts in plain view.

"Are you gay?"

"Mom! No I'm not gay, not that there's anything wrong with being gay but I'm not," he said.

"For twins," she said, as if talking to herself, "you two couldn't be any more different."

"Sorry Mom to be such a disappointment to you but I'll never be like Tom," said Tim with sadness.

"Don't be silly Tim. I love you for the man that you are," she said sitting up to reach for him and to hug him. Then, when she broke her hug, she reached out her hand for his underwear band. A sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't believe it when she started pulling down his underwear.

"Mom? What are you doing?"

"It's just a cock Tim. I've seen lots of cocks even Tommy's cock. Just because I'm your mother and you're my son doesn't mean that we can't explore one another's bodies. Besides, it's time that you're no longer a virgin and who better to teach you how to make love to a woman than your mother."

"Make love? You mean have sex?"

"Yes. You're my son and I love you. I don't mind having sex with you if you don't mind having sex with me," she said smiling at him as if they were about to share an ice cream instead of one another's bodies.

He watched his mother pull down his underwear and when his cock poked straight out as if it was a diving board, with her never removing her eyes from his stiff prick, he watched her stare at his cock.

"Gees Mom. This is so embarrassing," he said looking down from his prick to look back up at her staring.

"There's nothing to be embarrassed about Tim. You have a beautiful cock. May I?" She looked up at him while reaching out her hand for him.

"Yes mother," he said watching her take him in her hand.

"I love your big, hard cock Tim," she said fondling the head of his erect prick with her fingertips. She remained quiet for a long minute while feeling him, fondling him, and staring at his penis.

"Thank you Mom," he said, his eyes transfixed on his mother's hand fondling and feeling his erection.

"I used to relieve your brother's tension before a big game," she said while lightly, gently, and ever so slowly stroking him before looking up at him to make eye contact while never missing a beat stroking his cock. "I can do that for you too, if you want," she said giving him a motherly smile.

"You mean a hand job?"

"Sure, why not? I don't mind, if you don't mind," she said. "Tom loved for me to give him a hand job."

"I don't think I can Mom," he said risking it all in hopes for more by playing her.

"Why not?"

"I'd be too sexually excited with you giving me a hand job," he said watching her stroking him a little faster. "I'd want to kiss you, touch you, and feel you everywhere."

"I guess that's only expected and only fair that if I'm pleasuring you that you'd want to pleasure me too," she said with a sexy smile.

Only removing his eyes from her big tits to stare down at her stroking his cock, he stared at her nearly naked body again.

"Mom?"

"Yes?"

"May I kiss you Mom?"

"Yes," she said.

"I mean, French kiss you."

"Yes," she said closing her eyes while obviously waiting for his lips to kiss her.

Tim leaned to his mother and kissed her without tongues. He felt her tense when he parted her lips with his tongue. Just as his brother was doing at the airport earlier, he was French kissing his mother now.

'Mom?"

"Yes?"

"May I feel your breasts while kissing you?"

"Yes Timmy but don't touch my nipples?"

"Why not?"

"Because you'll sexually excite me," she said giving him a sexy look that told him that she wanted him to finger her nipples and sexually excite her.

"Isn't this what we're doing, sexually exciting one another to take our minds off of Tom going to war."

"Yes but if you sexually excite me," she said looking as if she was lost in thought.

"If I sexually excite you, what mother?"

"Oh, never mind," she said.

"No, tell me. If I sexually excite you, what?"

"I'd want to suck your cock," she said in a whisper without looking up at him to make eye contact.

"You say that as if it's a bad thing," said Tim with a sexually excited laugh while fondling her breasts as she fondled his cock.

"It is a bad thing. It's incest and with one thing leading to another," she said pausing again. "I'd want you to lick my pussy before making love to me."

"I can do that," he said sexually excited by the prospect of licking his mother's pussy. "Other than those on a magazine or in a movie, I've never even seen a pussy never mind licked a pussy. Your pussy is the first pussy I've seen up close mother."

"You're like a blank slate," she said with a devious smile. "I can show you. I can teach you. I can train you to be my sexual man," she said with a sexy laugh. "What would you like to do first? Tell me. My body is yours for the taking," she said reclining back while spreading her legs.

"To be honest Mom, having never had my cock sucked before, I'd love for you to suck my cock mother."

"Tell me," she said looking at him with sexual excitement. "What else would you like to do Mommy?"

"I'd like to touch you, feel you, and finger your pussy before licking your pussy mother. I'd like to make you cum and before making love to you and before having you suck my cock."

"Yes, I'd like all of that and more," she said making herself comfortable on the bed by propping up a couple of pillows behind her head for her to watch her son eating her as acting as if he was telling her what he wanted for supper. "I'm ready when you are," she said spreading her legs again.

"Tell me if I'm doing something wrong," said Tim getting comfortable between his mother's legs. "Should I put my arms beneath your legs or above them?"

"Beneath my legs is more comfortable for me," she said.

Getting up the courage to lick his mother, the first pussy he's ever seen up close. He touched her trimmed, dark brown, pubic hair first before cupping all of her cunt in the palm of his hand.

"How am I doing so far Mom?"

"That feels good what you're doing but touch my slit with your fingers. Being that I'm already horny and aroused, I'm already wet. Part my pussy with your fingers as you would part my lips with your tongue before French kissing me."

"Like this?" He moved his fingers along his mother's slit and gently inserted himself.

"Yes, now rub my clit with one finger as you move your finger deeper inside me. Fuck Mommy with your finger Tim as if your finger is your cock and continue doing that as you lick me. I swear baby, if you give Mommy sexual pleasure and if you give Mommy an orgasm, Mommy will suck your cock in the way that no one will ever suck your cock again," she said with a dirty laugh.

"Being that I've never had my cock sucked, my blowjob measurement shouldn't be a difficult one to beat," he said.

Tim lowered his head and began licking his mother. As if licking something to see if it was still good, he gave her gentle licks at first. Then getting more into his mother with his fingers and his tongue, literally and figuratively when she started squirming around on the bed, he gave her deeper laps and deeper finger fucking probes while reaching up to feel her big breasts and finger her hard nipples. Feeling confident that he knew what he was doing from watching his brother having sex with his mother, he fingered her pussy deeper and rubbed her clit harder and faster while licking her.

"Oh, Timmy, that feels so good. I can't believe that this is your first time giving a woman oral pleasure. You're a natural at eating Mommy's pussy. You're giving Mommy such sexual satisfaction," she said while running her manicured fingers through her son's hair. "Only, insert your finger part way, while pushing forward like this," she said directing his finger, "and while rubbing my clit. Yes, that's it. That's better. That feel so good. Now play with my nipples. Pull them, turn them, and twist them while squeezing my tits. Don't worry. You won't hurt Mommy. I love having my nipples fingered and my breasts squeezed while you're eating Mommy's cunt. Yes, just like that," she said. "That feels so good baby."

"I love eating your cunt mother," said Tim licking his mother while finger fucking her.

"Oh, yeah, that's it, Timmy. Eat me. Lick me. Lick my pussy. Lick mommy. Make mommy cum. I need to cum. Oh, my God! Your mouth on my pussy, your tongue licking my pussy, and your finger fucking my pussy, feels so good. I love the feel of your fingers inside of me. Go deeper. Fuck Mommy Tim. Fuck me with your long, stiff fingers while licking me. Now reach up and pull, twist, and turn my nipples and squeeze my tits while licking me and rubbing my clit. Yes! Yes! Just like that. That feels so good baby," she said swooning while wiggling her ass all over the bed.

"I love your big, beautiful tits Mom," he said feeling one breast before feeling the other. "I love your big, hard nipples. I can't wait to suck your tits. And I can't wait for you to suck my cock. I can't wait to feel the feeling of having my cock in your mouth Mom."

"Me too Tim. Me too. Oh, my God Tim. I'm going to cum. You're going to make mommy cum. Fuck me Tim, fuck me with your finger. Don't stop. Just don't stop. Lick me Tim, lick me. Oh, yeah, right there. Rub my clit right there, don't stop," she said putting her hand over his hand and her finger over his. "Rub me, lick me, and fuck me my sweet boy Tim while fingering my nipples and squeezing my tits."

Tim obey his mother as if he was obeying his college professor. He licked his mother while fucking her with one of his long, stiff fingers and rubbing her clit with his other finger. He licked her while fingering her nipples and squeezing her tits with his other hand. Then, trying something on his own, he reached beneath his mother with both hands and, grabbing two big handfuls of her firm, round ass, he lifted her pussy up to his mouth. Licking and licking her while fingering her, he lapped her warm wet pussy while pushing his finger deeper inside her.

As soon as Tim felt his mother's legs tense, as soon as he heard her gasp and scream, he felt her cum and when she did he tasted her.

"Timmy! Timmy! Oh, my God, Timmy! I'm coming. Mommy is coming."

When she came, her cum tasted sweeter and warmer than her regular pussy juices. Excited about the sexual anticipation of fucking his mother's pussy and about her giving him a blowjob, he couldn't believe he just ate his mother's pussy. His first pussy ever, he couldn't believe that his mother came in his mouth.

"That was incredible Mom," said Tim wiping his mother's pussy juices from his face. "You were so wet."

"Come here my sweet boy. Come to Mommy," she said wrapping her arm around her son's neck and kissing him with a deep, wet, French kiss. While she fondled her son's cock and her fondled his mother's breasts, they kissed again and again.

"You have beautiful breasts mother. I just love your big tits," he said fingering her nipples.

"And I love your big, hard cock. I need to taste you," she said. "I need to feel your cock in my mouth. I want to give you a blowjob, blowjob that only a loving mother can give her son."

Tim watched his mother slide down the bed to take him in her hand before taking him in her mouth. She stroked him while looking up at him as she sucked him.
"Does that feel good?" She said removing his cock from her mouth to speak before returning his big prick to her mouth while looking up at him.

"Yes Mom," said Tim staring down at his mother sucking his cock.

"Do you like it when Mommy stares up at you while she's sucking your cock."

"Yes mother, I do," said Tim staring at his mother moving his cock in and out of her mouth while licking his shaft and cupping his balls while staring up at him.

"Does it excite you to see your big cock buried in my mouth?" As soon as she as she asked the question, she took him deeper in her mouth.

"Yes," said Tim getting more excited. "Oh, my God mother. You just deep throated my entire cock."

He put a hand to the back of her pretty head and stroked her lush, dark brown hair while watching his mother suck him, lick him, and stroke him. Showing them that they're enjoying sucking their man's cock as much as the man is enjoying having his cock sucked, he was making all of those cock sucking sounds that men love to hear when a woman is sucking their cock. Only this wasn't just some random woman who was blowing him, this was his mother sucking his cock. He couldn't help himself from humping his mother's mouth while fucking her face.

He couldn't wait to cum in her mouth. He couldn't wait to watch her swallow his cum. Only more important than cumming in his mother's mouth, especially with him still being a virgin, he wanted to make love to his mother first. He wanted to fuck his mother. He wanted to know that it felt like to have his stiff prick buried in his mother's warm, wet pussy. After giving his mother an orgasm with his fingers and his tongue, he wanted to give her a second orgasm with his cock.

"What's the matter Tim?" She removed him from her mouth to speak. "Don't you want to cum in Mommy's mouth? I'd love to taste your cum. I'd love to swallow my son."

"I do but not now mother. If you don't mind, I'd rather make love to you first Mom."

"I'd like that too," she said. "I'd love to feel your cock inside of me."

"Mom?"

"Yes."

"You don't have to call me Tim."

"Why not? What do you mean?"

"You can call me Tom or," he said pausing, "Vinnie"

"Vinnie? Why would I do that? Why would I call you Vinnie? And I definitely don't want to call you Tom," she said making a face as if she had just bit in a lemon.

"I know when you were intimate with Tom, you enjoyed calling him Vinnie and he enjoyed you talking dirty to him."

"And how do you know all of this? Did your blabbermouth brother tell you that we were having sex? I can never trust him to keep a secret."

"He didn't have to Mom," he said. "I installed a camera in your bedroom, up there by the light," he said pointing to the ceiling.

"A camera?" She looked around her room before looking up to where he was pointing. "You spied on me?" She looked at her son before looking up where he had pointed at the ceiling. "You watched me having sex with your brother?"

"Yes," he looked at her expecting to be angry but she wasn't. She looked sexually excited that she was the star of his incestuous, sexual video.

"You watched me dress and undress?" She gave him a look that revealed even more of her sexual excitement.

"Yes," he said remembering all the times he watched his mother get ready for bed and entering her room wearing just a towel after showering and before stripping off her towel to reveal her naked body to the camera.

"You watched me masturbate?" Now playing his game of voyeurism with her own home version of exhibitionism, she gave her son a look of naughtiness. "You watched Mommy pleasure herself and play with her pussy while feeling her tits and fingering her nipples? You're such a naughty son," she said with a laugh.

"Yes mother but I did all that because I love you and I wanted you."

"And I love you too Tim. I don't need to call you by any other name than the name that I gave you. I only called your brother Vinnie because I couldn't call him Timmy. I so wanted to pretend that I was with you instead of your brother. You're a better man than your brother and/or your father. I love you for the man who you are," she said looking at him with love instead of lust. "To be truthfully and brutally honest, I've always wanted you instead of your brother. Even though your brother has your father's talent and natural ability for sports, you remind me more of Vinnie than he does. He was a kind and caring man who changed once I told him that I was pregnant. Being with you is as if I'm still with him, only better."

"I love you too mother but more than in the way of a son loving his mother. I love you as a man would love his woman," said Tim.

"And I love you as a woman would love a man instead of a mother loving her son," she said kissing. "Make love to me Tim. Make love to Mommy. Then, after we make love, I want you to fuck me, really fuck me hard and long. I want you to part my clam and pound my pussy," said mother Theresa to her son while laughing with sexual glee.

As soon as Tim mounted his mother, she reached down for his cock and directing his cock to her pussy, once Tim felt her warm wetness, he grew even more sexually excited. Kissing and kissing her, he humped himself deeper in his mother and she returned his humps with slow, hard humps of her own. With Tim feeling even more sexually excited the deeper he was inside of his mother, not wanting to cum in her pussy and fearing that he'd make her pregnant, he stopped to wait for the sexual excitement to lessen.

"I can't do this Mom."

"What do you mean? Why not?"

"I'm afraid I'll make you pregnant. I can't imagine the child we'd have if I gave you a baby. We had a child with four arms and no legs," he said with sadness.

"It's okay," she said. "You need not worry about making me pregnant. I had my tubes tied years ago with the births of you and your brother. I didn't want a baby by any other man than by my Vinnie and I was blessed with two," she said hugging and kissing her son. "Now make love to Mommy before fucking Mommy, Timmy. Make Mommy happy. Make Mommy cum again. When you're done making love to me and when you're done fucking me, after you've cum inside my pussy, I'll blow you until you cum in my mouth."

Humping, banging, and pounding her, Tim fucked his mother. Humping her harder and humping her faster, too hard and too fast to even kiss without hurting one another, Tim was on the verge of cumming and Theresa was on the verge of having her second orgasm. A beautiful thing, transgressing their closely related familiarity with their sexuality, they were no longer mother and son but a man making love to his woman.

"Mom, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum," he said stopping his humping to delay his orgasm.

"Just another minute Tim. Hump me faster and fuck me harder for just another minute. I'm almost there. We can cum together," she said holding him tighter while whispering in his ear. "Yes, that's it. Don't stop. Please don't stop."

They were both sweating and the noise their body made slapping against one another added resonance to their sexual excitement.

"I love you Mommy," said Tim.

"And I love you Timmy," she said. "Now fuck Mommy. Really fuck Mommy and we'll cum together.

After resting for a minute, Tim regained his composure. He humped his mother with all the lust he's had for her for years. Recalling all the times he masturbated over seeing an up skirt of her panty, an up nightgown, dark view of her pussy, a down blouse view of her bra and cleavage, and a quick down nightgown view of her ample breasts, he pounded his mother with all the incestuous lust that he had. Fucking and fucking his mother, he humped and humped her with lustful passion. Fucking and fucking her son, she returned his hump harder and faster with incestuous love. As if it was the big bang, in that last instant when all the fireworks explode together on the fourth of July, mother Theresa had a screaming orgasm while Tim exploded a bucket of cum in his mother.

They stayed like that holding one another while sweating. She hugged her son and he rested against his mother.

"I love you Mommy," he said again.

"I love you Timmy," she said kissing him. "Now that I'm rested, I need to blow you. Mommy needs to suck your cock. I want to give you the first, real blowjob of your life. As a special, early Christmas gift to me, I need for you to cum in my mouth."

"I don't know if I can cum again so soon Mom," said Tim protesting.

"Trust me," she said, "when I'm done sucking you, you will."

With him still resting, she impaled her mouth on his cock. Stroking him while sucking him, Tim instantly grew hard. With Theresa looking up at her son with a mouthful of his cock, Tim reached down to fondle her breast and finger her nipple. As if his cock was a volcano, he erupted with an orgasmic volume of cum. No doubt thinking her son couldn't possibly have any more cum, as soon as she released his cock from her mouth, he exploded a second volley of cum. He gave her a real cum bath. With cum in her eyes, her hair, her nose, and across her face, she was dripping with cum.

"Where did that come from?" She laughed. "I thought I had swallowed all of you. You're brother never had this much cum. Oh my God, you've given quite the cum bath. I have your cum all over me," she said laughing.

"Maybe you've been fucking and sucking the wrong son," he said pushing his mother down and mounting her again. "I can't get enough of your pussy Mom. Fuck me! Fuck me until my cock falls off inside you."

"Oh, Tim. You make Mommy so happy. Make love to Mommy. Give Mommy another orgasm. Fuck Mommy Tim. Fuck me. I only wish I could have your baby. I only wish I could have your beautiful love child."

"If we did, we could name him Vinnie," he said with smugness.

"Or if I had a daughter instead of another son, I could name her Susan," said his mother if she's a girl. "Susan Jill, I've always liked that name."

THE END
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