Warning: The Pretend Game is just a game of pretend. DO NOT PLAY THE PRETEND GAME AT HOME without professional supervision.

No characters in this story are underage. Mother is 49-years-old and her son is 28-years-old.

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Going where no mother should ever go with her son and no son should ever go with his mother, Janice and Jerry celebrate Christmas by having sex and cumming together.

Feeling good but not drunk, with both of them a little tipsy from having a few drinks of their holiday cheer, a 25-year-old bottle of single malt scotch, Jerry reached down to help his mother stand from the couch. As soon as she stood, he gathered her up in his arms and kissed her as if she really was his ex-wife, Cynthia. He gave her a long, wet kiss, a kiss that no son should ever give his mother and a kiss that no mother should ever return the passion of her son.

For a mother to French kiss her son and for a son to French kiss his mother, the prelude to them having incestuous sex, was unacceptably forbidden. Yet, French kissing one another and even having sex with one another was acceptable so long as they continued playing the game of pretend. With Jerry pretending that his mother was Cynthia, his ex-wife and Janice pretending that her son was his deceased father, David, pretending that they were someone else was pivotally key to them having sex, so long as they played the game of pretend. Without playing the pretend game, Janice would be just another mother having sex with her son and Jerry would be just another son having sex with his mother.

Yet when playing such a dangerously dirty, decadent, degenerate game of debauchery, it was impossibly difficult to remain in character, especially when the participants in the game are mother and son. Perhaps, no longer playing the game, no longer in character, and no longer pretending that his mother was his ex-wife, Jerry kissed her in the way that a son lusting over his mother would kiss his mother. Perhaps, no longer playing the game, no longer in character, and no longer pretending that her son was her deceased husband, she kissed her son in the way that a mother lusting over her son would kiss her son.

Yet, unbeknownst to Jerry, never in character while pretending that her son was her ex-husband, David, Janice was guilty of cheating at the pretend game that she created. Truth be told, the whole game was devised as her ruse to have sex with her son. Unable to tell, perhaps her son wasn't pretending either and this was his ruse to have sex with his mother.

In her defense, how could she pretend her son was someone else when she was having so much fun in having foreplay with her son? For all that she knew, in the way that she was enjoying having foreplay with her son instead of pretending to have foreplay with her deceased husband, Jerry may not have been pretending to have foreplay with his ex-wife but with his mother instead. Regardless, while pretending to pretend, whether either of them were pretending or not, they both still needed to remain in character for the sake of playing the pretend game. Regardless, pretending or not and remaining in character or not, the bottom line is that Janice found a way, a loophole, if you will, to have sex with her son without the associated guilt and/or remorse. Moreover, perhaps by taking his lead from his mother, her son found his loophole to for him to have sex with his mother too without having the associated guilt and/or remorse.

He gave her a deep wet, soulful kiss, something she's always imagined him surprising her in doing. Then, as if raising the curtain in a stripper's show, he lifted the back of her short skirt. With her panty clad ass exposed to his horny hands, he squeezed her shapely butt through her bikini panties. Feeling her firm, round buttocks while kissing and kissing her, with her enjoying the sensation of his hands as much as he obviously was, she made no attempt to move his hand away from her ass.

Even though they were playing The Game of Pretend, a son French kissing his mother was one thing but a son lifting his mother's short skirt to have his horny way with her panty clad ass was something else entirely. No doubt about it and with all the pretenses put aside, in the way that she wanted to have sex with him, he wanted to have sex with her. No turning back now, as if they were just another man and woman instead of mother and son, with her not trying to save her dignity, self-respect, and/or her modesty, this was the prelude to them going all the way and having sex.

With her already topless and her nipples already hard and erect, Janice wrapped her arms around her son's neck as soon as she stood and pressed her naked breasts against his muscular, tee shirt clad chest while leaning her head back to French kiss him. Then, as if her son was her deceased husband and she was his ex-wife, she did something that a mother should never do with her son unless they were playing the game of pretend. With him already naked below the waist, ever so gently, she reached down to cup his big balls in her small hand before wrapping her manicured fingers around his cock to stroke him.

Lovingly, affectionately, endearingly, and in the way that only a mother can fondle her son's big prick, she continued to slowly stroke him while fondling the head of his cock with her fingertips. He was so hard and just feeling his prick in her hand made her so wet. She couldn't wait to feel him inside of her humping her, making love to her, and fucking her. With one hand squeezing her ass and his other hand squeezing her breast, while she continued stroking her son's cock, she couldn't wait to suck him. She couldn't wait for him to lick her. She couldn't wait to get him in bed and make love to him before fucking him.

Kissing and kissing her, he felt and cupped her ass through her panties, while having his horny way with her tits. Feeling her everywhere in the way that she imagined he'd touch and feel her in her sexual dreams about him, a longtime sexual fantasy finally becoming her reality, she couldn't believe they were about to have sex. Playing with his cock while he felt and kissed her, she could tell by the hardness of his prick and by the passion of his kisses that this was no game of pretend for him. In the way that she was kissing and feeling him not as her dead husband but as her son, she couldn't help but wonder if he was kissing and feeling her not as his ex-wife but as his mother. Sex, sex, sex, forbidden sex and incestuous sex, just as it was so wrong for a son to lust over his mother it was worse for a mother to lust over her son.

She wondered how many mothers lusted over their sons and how many sons lusted over their mothers. She wondered how many mothers relented to the temptation and had sex with their sons. She wondered how many sons forced their mothers to have sex with them. Yet, under the pretense of playing the game of pretend, she was finally able to get what she wanted for so long and he was able to get all that he seemingly desired.

In the sexually heated way that she felt now when ready to make love to her son, so long as they believed that they were only playing the game of pretend, she didn't see anything wrong with what they were doing. Even without the pretenses of playing the game, not understanding why it was so forbidden to have incestuous sex with her son and for him to have incestuous sex with his mother, they were just two people coming together for comfort and for love. Even if those two people are mother and son, especially if those two people are mother and son, coming together for comfort and for love, even if their relationship included incestuous sex, incestuous sex can't be all bad.

A longtime sexual fantasy come true, one that she had when masturbating over the thoughts of having sex with her son for years, this was the best Christmas she could have asked to have. Having her son sexually was the best Christmas gift that he could have given her and seemingly by his favorable response, her having sex with her son was the best Christmas gift that she could have given him. Just as she wanted to make this a sexual memory for him, she wanted him to make this a sexual memory for her too. Once in a lifetime, a sexual memory they both shall have for the rest of their lives, seizing the moment by enjoying their brief time together, they may never come together quite like this again.

Her longtime sexual fantasy of him pushing up against her and lifting up her skirt to dry hump her while she stood at the kitchen sink washing dishes, as he felt her tits through her blouse and bra, was nearly realized with this affectionate, sexual moment. In the way that he had lifted her short skirt to touch, feel, and squeeze her panty clad ass, she had imagined him doing this nearly every time she masturbated. While masturbating herself with the thoughts of him kissing and kissing her, touching her, and feeling her, she still had so many sexual fantasies that she had left to explore with her son. Yet, with him ready and willing to have sex with her now, all of her sexual fantasies have suddenly become her reality.

In case this was the only sexual time they'd come together as man and woman instead of as mother and son, she wanted to do everything she had fantasized doing with him. In the way that he was giving her sexual pleasure now, she wanted to give him some sexual pleasure too. Giving him sexual pleasure that of course included a release and a relief of the sexual tension that they she felt now and assuredly that he felt too was something that she's always sexually fantasized doing. As if she was a ten thousand dollar call girl paid to give her client an around the world trip, in case they never had sex again, she wanted to have lasting memories if only to masturbate over later.

Then, when he moved his fingers between her legs from behind to touch her where he's never touched her before and where no son should ever touch his mother, forgetting her fantasy for a moment, she gasped with the erotic pleasure and sexual desire for her son. With her skirt still bunched up around her waist, while still kissing and kissing her, he moved his hands to the front of her to feel her tits again. He fingered, pulled, turned, and twisted her nipples before moving his hand down the front of her to her panty clad pussy. An incestuous line that no son should ever cross, her son was about to touch her pussy, albeit through her panties. In the way that he was already so very hard for her, she was already so very wet for him. She couldn't wait to feel his finger touching her, feeling her, and probing her even if it was only through her panties.

In the way that she reached her hand inside of his pants to feel his cock through his underwear, he returned the favor and felt his mother's cunt through her panty. As if it all happened in slow motion, a memory she'll never forget, he cupped her pussy in his hand through her white, bikini panty. She wondered if he could feel how wet she was. She was so very wet.

A daringly and sexually suggestive move on his part, with no more pretenses or doubts about it, she couldn't believe it when he stuck his hand down inside of her panty to cup her bare pussy in his palm. Oh my God, she thought she was going to faint when she felt his hand feeling her pubic hair. Her son was cupping her blonde, trimmed, naked pussy. In the way that she was still holding onto his cock, her son had her pussy in the palm of his hand. Already so wet for him, hoping he'd penetrate her and wiggle a finger inside of her, yet not wanting him to rush things, she was glad when he didn't impale her with his finger.

For the time being, it was enough that he felt her cunt. Her cunt, her son felt and cupped her cunt. Now with her sexual fantasy assuredly becoming more of her sexual reality, she couldn't believe that he touched her cunt.

Not usually using that word, she always found that word offense. Never liking that word especially when used in reference to her, now that she was with her son, that word sexually excited her. When thinking of her son touching, feeling, and cupping her cunt in the way that she touched, felt, and cupped his cock and his testicles, her son wanted his mother enough to not only allow her to stroke his cock but also to stick his horny hand down her panty.

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With Janice topless and Jerry bottomless, they escorted one another to her bedroom. Feeling the need to preserve her modesty for some reason, totally out of character as Cynthia, rather than flashing her son her pussy, Janice fluffed down her short skirt before spreading her legs to climb on her bed. She made herself comfortable while propping up her pillows behind her head and back to watch her son having his wicked, incestuous way with her nearly naked body. In the way that her son stared at her naked breasts on his wedding day when he barged in her bedroom while she was dressing and was topless, he stared at her exposed tits now. A continuation of what may have transpired before had he not married that bitch of a cougar and disappeared to California for five years, this is where they left off when he left her, his mother, for Cynthia.

Yet, different then than now, she wasn't feebly trying to prevent him from seeing her breasts by hiding them with her hands and forearm or thwarting his hands from touching and feeling her big tits by twisting and turning away from him. Now with him wanting her as much as she wanted him, whatever he wanted to do with his mother's nearly naked body was okay with her. With no more pretenses, other than staying in character for the sake of playing the game that they both needed to play, they were both ready to have incestuous sex. It was okay for them to have sex, even incestuous sex, so long as they remained in character while pretending to be someone else.

Once inside his mother's bedroom, as if he had never been with a woman before, even though he surely has been with plenty of women, including his ex-wife, he was seemingly enamored with her nearly naked body. Maybe because she was his mother instead of his ex-wife that her nakedness so commanded his attention and his focused his stare. In the way that the sex was much more exciting for her when having sex with her son, she wondered if the sex was much more exciting for him to have sex with his mother. Seemingly as if this was part of his sexually fantasy too, instead of groping her in the way that he did on his wedding day, he took his time in the way that she hoped he would.

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Jerry felt his mother's silky, smooth, shaved legs before lifting the front of her short skirt higher to expose her white, bikini panties to his horny eyes. He seemed just as sexually excited to expose her panty as she was sexually excited to be so exposed. Now with him in control of her, obviously he took great pleasure in exposing her panties to him in the way she had always exposed her panties to him when flashing him. As if she was lying there flashing her son her panties, something that she routinely did as her way of sexually teasing him and arousing him for her to masturbate over later, he was now flashing his mother's panties to himself.

Then, moving her legs apart by her ankles, as if she was a sexy Japanese woman cornered on a crowded commuter train, he stuck a horny hand between her legs and cupped her pussy through her panty again in the way he did before. Only this time, with his touch more deliberate than delicate, violating her as if she was some whore that he sexually assaulted in a dark alley instead of her being his mother, his fingers were more probing and more demanding of her. It was obvious to her by his touches that he wanted her as much as she wanted him. Ready to do anything and everything that he wanted her to sexually do, she was his to take.

"David," she gasped when he slowly slid his index finger along her panty clad slit and pressed down. "You're making me so very wet." Instead of looking at him with motherly love, she looked at him with sexual passion in her eyes. "I love it when you tease my pussy through my panty with your finger."

Taking her sexual hint to action, he continued tracing her pussy slit through her panty with added pressure to his finger. As if he was feeling his girlfriend's or his ex-wife's pussy, he felt his mother's mound of trimmed, blonde, pubic hair through her panty. Then, gently and slowly as if removing an expensive, Christmas, gift wrapping paper that he wanted to save from a package without ripping it, Jerry slowly removed her short skirt to expose her white, bikini panties and her shapely thighs to his horny eyes. Nearly naked again but for her white, bikini panties, Jerry stared at his mother in the way that he stared at her on his wedding day five years ago when he tickled her as his pretense to touch, feel, and fondle her big tits. Now totally vulnerable, ready and willing to have sex with her son in the way that he seemingly was ready and willing to have sex with his mother five years ago, obviously he wanted her now as much as she had always wanted him.

As if she was about to run a marathon and as if giving his mother a leg massage, he gently and slowly ran his hands up and down her smooth legs while feeling them and kneading them. In the way that Fitch, played by Bryan Brown, gave Nina, played by Mimi Rogers, a full body massage in the aptly named movie Full Body Massage, Jerry massaged his mother's nearly naked body. With her son's hands touching and feeling her everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his mother, she wondered what her dead husband would say if he was here to see this. Would he berate her and his son for having forbidden sex or would he sit in the corner and masturbate himself while watching his son have incestuous sex with his mother?

In the way that Ray Aibelli, played by Jeremy Davies, massaged Alberta Watson's legs, when playing Susan Aibelli, Ray's mother, in Spanking the Monkey, from ankles to knees and from knees to thighs, he continued her sexy leg massage while stopping just short of her crotch. Teasing her sexually while rubbing her legs, he felt her legs and massaged her legs as if he had been dreaming and sexually fantasizing about feeling and massaging his mother's legs in such a forbidden way before. With his touches making her so relaxed, albeit sexually aroused and wet, ready to have deep, penetrating sex with her son, Janice was enthralled with her son touching and feeling her in such an inappropriate way.

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As if posing her for a sexy, X-rated photo shoot, something that most sons are not only forbidden to see and but also forbidden to fully appreciate, he spread her legs more to stare at her panty clad pussy. In complete compliance to whatever he wanted to sexually do with her, she raised her knees to give him an even better look. Then, falling between her spread legs for a much closer look of her pussy, he touched, fingered, licked, and even playfully bit her pussy through her panty. While having his wicked way with her panty clad pussy, he looked up at her to see her reaction to what he was doing in the way she looked up at him when his cock was buried in her mouth.

Finally, moving to his knees and as if squeezing out a royal, straight flush at a poker table, he ever so slowly slid his mother's panties down to expose her pussy before sliding them down to her ankles and removing them. Naked, naked, naked, if he was still pretending while playing the game of pretend, his ex-wife, Cynthia, was naked. Naked, naked, naked, if not still pretending while playing the game of pretend, his mother, Janice was naked. Nirvana, something so forbidden yet something so beautiful, ready for him to finger, lick, and fuck, his mother's cunt glistened in the dim nightlight of her bedroom.

Something he's never seen before, no doubt, obviously in the way that he was looking at her now, as if she was his precious gift given to him by an Arabian Sultan, he's imagined her naked before. In the way that she's masturbated over the thoughts of having sex with him, for him to stare at her in the way that he was staring at her now, obviously he's masturbated over the thoughts of having sex with her before. Now that she was naked and her pussy was so clearly exposed, as if examining her and studying her to see from whence he emerged twenty-eight years ago, he spread her legs again as if he was going to mount her to make love to her. In the way that Janice returned her son's stare and cooperated in her movements with his every touch, she was just as sexually excited to show her son her pussy as her son was sexually excited to see her pussy.
With his mother showing her son lots of wet, pretty pick, she couldn't wait for him to touch her, finger her, lick her, eat her, and fuck her. If it wasn't enough for her son to have his wicked way with her breasts, she couldn't believe that he was having his wicked way with her pussy. Albeit under the guise and pretenses of playing a silly game of pretend, this was a long time sexual fantasy that took five years and a look-a-like wife for him to divorce for him to finally be with his mother.

Having her son naked with her while she was naked too, was the best Christmas gift that he could have ever given her. As if having an out of body experience, she watched him stare at her naked body before he focused his stare on her cunt. In the way that her husband looked at her when sexually wanting her, and in the way that she stared at her son's cock, not only was her son seeing her naked for the first time but also he was staring at her cunt.

His mother's cunt, wicked in her sexual desire for her son, she couldn't believe she was so bold to show him her pussy up close and personal. Sniffing, kissing, and licking her trimmed, blonde pubic haired pussy, he traced her naked slit with his finger. Oh my God, if it wasn't enough that she was so exposed to Jerry, she couldn't believe that her son was touching and feeling her where no son should ever touch and feel his mother. As evidenced by his kisses, his touches, and his stares, as wicked in her sexual desire for him, seemingly he showed even more sexual desire for her. With one encouraging and inflaming the other, they were both more than willing to continue to play the game of pretend. Now, even more than before, she couldn't wait for him to give her an orgasm with his fingers and tongue.

Parting her pussy lips by slowly sliding a gentle but firm finger inside of her, he gently impaled his mother with a long, stiff, index finger. Feeling his finger probing her while slowly and gently finger fucking her, no longer just a sexual fantasy, she couldn't believe that her son's finger was finally inside of her. Probing her deeper while wiggling his finger, as if his finger was his cock and not just a sexually fantasy, she couldn't believe that her son was finally fucking her with his finger. Because she was deceiving herself under the pretense of just playing a game, she didn't even concern herself with what kind of mother would have sex with her son and what kind of son would have sex with his mother.

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She thought of all the sexual scenarios she had over the years of a burglar holding her and her son at gunpoint and, after she sexually pleasured the burglar, she imagined him forcing her to have sex with her son. She imagined traveling to some foreign country with her son and after being kidnapped, being forced to not only sexually pleasure her kidnappers but also being forced to sexually satisfy her son. She imagined being held hostage in a holdup at a restaurant or a department store and when the robbers discovered that they were mother and son, they forced them to have sex with one another. Imagining being trapped in a vault during a bank robbery or an elevator stuck in a deserted high tower building for the weekend, thinking they were going to die, she imagined a sexy scenario where they were both so afraid that they comforted one another's fear with sex.

In the way that he finally did on his wedding day, she masturbated later over the outrageously sexy thoughts of her son coming into her bedroom while she was dressing and forcing her to have sex with him. She's imagined him climbing into bed with her while she was sleeping and forcing her to have sexual intercourse with him. She's imagined him coming into the bathroom naked while she was showering and flinging back the shower curtain to expose his naked body to her and to stare at her naked body before climbing in the shower with her. Then, no taking no for an answer, she imagined him forcing her to her knees to suck him before pushing her up against the wet, tile wall to fuck him. She's even imagined them being trapped in a cabin that was covered by an avalanche or in a car broken down by the side of a deserted road. Sleeping together to keep warm, with one touch leading to another, she imagined them having sex while she masturbated with her dildo and vibrator over the sexy thoughts of having sex with him.

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With a gush of sexual arousal, such erotic excitement that she hasn't felt in years, she was so very hot for him. She was so very wet for him. Then, doing what no son should ever do with his mother, he leaned down to lick her while fingering her. Her dream come true, something that she's long imagined and masturbated over, Jerry's face was buried in her soaking, wet pussy. With her vaginal secretions all over his face and tongue, she couldn't wait to kiss him, French kiss him.

"Oh, David," said Janice remaining in character while pretending that he was her husband instead of her son.

In the way that a man puts a hand behind a woman's head when she's sucking him, she pulled his face more into her pussy by his hair. Then, laying back to enjoy the sexual moment, she ran her fingers through his thick, blonde hair in the way she used to do with his father when he was going down on her.

"I love eating your pussy Cynthia," he said.

I love having you eat my pussy she thought to say but, not wanting to push her luck and have him change his mind if realizing what nasty thing he was about to do, she didn't say anything. With her son's face plastered against her cunt, she didn't want to awaken him from her sexual fantasy and his sexually reality by the stark realization that he was eating his mother's pussy instead of his ex-wife's pussy.

"Lick me. Eat me. Stick your fingers inside of me," she said whispering her lust for him in his ear. "Make me your woman. Make me your bitch," she said humping his fingers with her hips while he finger fucked and licked his mother.

"You are my beautiful woman. You are my sexy bitch," he said pausing in licking her to speak.

She wondered if he was thinking of his ex-wife or of her, his mother, when saying that she was his beautiful woman and his sexy bitch. Hoping he was thinking of her instead of his ex-wife, it made her even more sexually excited when she thought that he knew that he was having sex with her, his mother, instead of with Cynthia, his ex-wife.

"Don't talk. Just lick," she said pushing her son's head down. "Give me an orgasm. Make me cum," she said while wishing she could refer to herself as Janice, Mom, mother, or Mommy, instead of as Cynthia.

She hated that bitch for stealing her son from her. A real cougar, who took advantage of her son, obviously he chose Cynthia only because he wanted to have sex with his mother. When Cynthia discovered her son's agenda in wanting to have sex with his mother, she should have put an end to their May/December romance. If only by the mere, telling fact that they looked so much alike, like identical, twin sisters, Cynthia should have called off the wedding as any respectable woman would.

After masturbating so very long and so very hard over the thoughts of this day, Janice couldn't believe that her son was licking her pussy while eating her pussy and finger fucking her pussy. In the way that he was sexually satisfying her, she couldn't wait to sexually satisfy him. In the way that he had stripped her naked, she couldn't wait to strip him naked too.

"I love your pussy Cynthia. You're so wet. You're so very wet. I can't wait to stick my cock inside of you," he said lifting his head and pausing with licking her to talk dirty to her.

She looked down at him with sexual excitement before looking at him with love.

"Oh David," she said stroking his hair. "I can't wait for you to make love to me."

While continuing to lick her, he reached his hands up to feel her breasts and finger her nipples.

"I can't wait to make love to you before fucking you hard and fucking you deep," he said reaching up to fondle her big breasts and finger her erect nipples while licking her and eating her.

She couldn't believe how sexually excited she had become so fast. What took her husband a long time to get her off with his fingers and mouth, her son's fingers and tongue was arousing her instantly. Maybe because she waited so long to have sex with her son in the way that she waited so long to have sex with her husband that first time until their Honeymoon, the sexual arousal was in the waiting.

"I'm going to cum," she said softly and so matter of fact as if saying that she was going shopping for food. "Don't stop David. Lick me faster and finger me deeper, just don't stop. Fuck me with your long, stiff fingers while licking me."

Her sexual fantasy come true, she couldn't believe her son was licking her pussy. Now that he was giving her so very much pleasure, she couldn't wait to suck his cock.

"I love eating you Cynthia. I love licking your pussy," said Jerry again.

With her son licking and licking her while fingering her, she felt a wave of sexually pleasure overwhelm her, far greater than she ever felt with her husband. Something she could never match when masturbating herself with her vibrator and/or dildo, her son was doing with his tongue and fingers. When she could no longer hold back, as if grabbing the reins of a runaway horse, Janice grabbed two handfuls of her son's hair and pulled. Then, as if she was having a seizure from an Epileptic fit, repressing a loud scream, she tightened her long legs and arched the small of her back to let out a long groan of pleasure.

"Oh, my God. That was unbelievable. That was so unbelievable," she said laying there in bliss. "Never have I experienced and orgasm so powerful," she said and meaning it.

Jerry wiped his face with the back of his hand before moving up to French kiss his mother. Kissing and kissing one another, he felt her tits and fingered her nipples before sucking them again.

"Did you cum Cynthia?"

Enveloped in the afterglow of sex after not having sex for so long, with her son her sexual angel, she was in Heaven. If it was her time to go, she could die in peace now and without regrets. Not only has her son seen her naked but also her son just gave her an orgasm while eating her pussy. How hot is that?

"Did I cum? Oh, my God, David, of course, I had an orgasm. Didn't you feel me?"

She was still quivering in the afterglow of sex.

"I felt you pull my hair," he said rubbing his head and laughing.

She lovingly flattened his hair down with her hands.

"Sorry for pulling your hair but that was the best sex you've ever given me," she said still staying in character as if he was her husband instead of her son. "Give me your cock. I can't wait to feel you in my pussy. I need to suck you to a harder erection before you stick that monster inside of me, that is, if you want to make love to me."

A mother seducing her son over the pretense of playing a game, she looked down at him while expecting him to reject her and he looked at her as if she was nuts. After he ate her pussy and gave her an orgasm, how could she even ask him if he still wanted to make love to her but she did? Obvious in the way that he was looking at her, of course he still wanted to make love to her. In the way that he was staring at her with lustful desire, obviously, he couldn't wait to make love to her.

"What? If I want to make love to you? I can't believe you said that to me," he said making a sour face. "Of course I want to make love to you," he said. "I can't wait to make love to you again Cynthia," he said staying in character and pretending that she was his ex-wife instead of his mother.

"Good. Then, let me suck you first David," she said she said pretending to stay in character too. "I want to see how hard I can make you."

Jerry moved higher up on the bed to position his pelvis by his mother's mouth. Wasting no time staring at him or at his cock, as if she was a crack head giving him a quickie, ten dollar blowjob, immediately she took him in her hand before taking him in her mouth. Unlike a crack head and more like a ten thousand dollar call girl, she sucked him with loving desire while stroking him. Giving him a better blowjob than any call girl could give him for any amount, no contest, being that she was his mother, she instinctively and intuitively knew how to sexually pleasure her son.

As soon as he was as hard as he needed to be, she was ready for him to make love to her. Only, so enjoying sucking her son, she couldn't stop sucking him. Not having had a cock in her mouth since her husband died and knowing full well that this was her son's cock that she was sucking, she was so enjoying sucking her son's big prick.

"No, please, don't. Oh my God, that's enough. Wow! I don't believe this," he said pulling away from her. "If you suck me anymore, I'm going to cum in your mouth."

Reluctantly she released her son from her mouth to stare up at him with her big, blue eyes while still continuing to hold his stiff cock while kissing his prick, licking his prick, and gently stroking his prick. She put his hand on her breast and immediately, he began fingering her hard, erect nipples.

"You say that as if there's something wrong with you cumming in my mouth," she said staring up at him as if she was a wicked whore of a wench instead of his loving, self-sacrificing mother.

"Sorry, that's not what I meant. It's just that—" he said unable to finish his thoughts when his mother took him in her mouth again.

Obviously adding to his sexual excitement, he looked down at her while she stared up at him.

"I don't mind if you cum in my mouth," she said kissing his cock. "I'd love for you to cum in my mouth," she said licking his cock while giving him the eye. "Don't you want to cum in my mouth?"

Briefly, sucking him deeper and stroking him faster, she took him in her mouth again.

"Of course but—"

She continued licking his cock and stroking his prick while giving him such a sexy look that no man would refuse cumming in her mouth, especially if that man was her son.

"Don't you want to watch me swallow your cum after I lick your balls?" Teasing him, while staring up at him, she licked his balls.

"Oh, God," he said while watching her lick his balls. "Yes, I do but—"

With his entire cock disappearing in her mouth and down her throat, she deep throated his cock before she licked and sucked his cock. Then, taking his cock deeper in her mouth again, with his hard, hairy cock buried in his mother's mouth, she stared up at him before removing his cock from her mouth to speak.

"Pardon?" She laughed. "What were you saying? Sorry. I didn't hear you with my mouth being so full."

Then, when he still didn't answer her, she took him in her mouth again and sucked him while stroking him. Still kissing and licking his cock, she stared up at him while he stared down at her.

"Oh, my God. Please no more," he said pushing her away. "If you suck me another minute, I'm going to cum. I need to make love to you first before I cum Cynthia," he said. "I need to fuck you first. Then, after I make love to you and after I fuck you, I want you to blow me, really blow me, and really suck my cock. I want you to suck me until I cum in your mouth Cynthia. I want to hump your mouth and fuck your face while watching you swallow my cum."

* * * * *

Her son wanted to make love to her. She couldn't believe that her son wanted to make love to her. It was one thing for them to kiss and have foreplay but it was quite another thing for him to want to make love to her before fucking her, really fucking her. As if she was really Cynthia and not his mother, she couldn't believe what she was hearing all that her son wanted to do to her naked body. Even more sexually exciting, especially being that she was his mother and not Cynthia, she couldn't believe that he wanted to go all the way with her and make love to her before fucking her. She couldn't wait for him to pound her pussy. She couldn't wait to kiss him while making love to him before feeling him cum inside of her.

"Make love to me first David before you fuck me," she said. "Then, after you make love to me, I want you to fuck me, really pound my pussy while I really fuck your cock."

Jerry mounted his mother while she reached down to insert his cock inside of her. Sliding right inside of her, slowly humping her while his cock slid deeper inside of her, she returned his humps with his. So wet and so warm, there was nothing like the sensation that she felt when her son slid his cock in her pussy. Now that she had him inside of her, she'd never let him go until he gave her an orgasm and until he ejaculated inside of her.

Her sexual fantasy finally realized after all these years and after all the times she masturbated over the thoughts of her son having sex with her, she couldn't believe that she was finally having sex with her son. With all of her sexual fantasies now being realized, she couldn't believe that she not only saw and felt his cock but also that she stroked and sucked his cock. She couldn't believe that he saw, felt, and sucked her tits. An overload of incestuous, sexual excitement, she couldn't believe that he licked her pussy and now was making sweet love to her before fucking her. With the culmination of playing a game of pretend in their having sexual intercourse, she couldn't believe that her son was making love to her. With his cock now buried deep within her pussy in the way she's always been so ready to make love to him and in the way that she's always imagined making love to him, this Christmas was her best Christmas ever.

With him on top of her and his cock stiffly inside of her, slowly humping her while kissing her, he made love to his mother under the guise that she was Cynthia and while playing a game. Yet, even though with him making love to her felt wonderful, not sexually satisfied with him making love to her, she couldn't wait for him to fuck her, really fuck her hard as if she was a back alley whore. Really wanting him to pound her pussy, wanting him to manhandle her, she couldn't wait for him to make her cum. She couldn't wait for him to cum in her pussy before cumming in her mouth. Then, later, if he wanted and was still able, giving her a real cum bath, she'd allow him to cum all over her face and all over her tits. In the way that multiple Japanese men give women bukkakes, she'd love for her son to give her a real cum bath.

Humping her harder and humping her faster, quickly moving from making love to fucking, their movements were as one and didn't stop until she was ready to roll him over to mount him. She held onto his naked ass while he wrapped his arms around her back before moving his hands to her ass. Lifting her up from the bed by her buttocks, he was at the perfect angle to really fuck her. Pounding her pussy enough to make a loud slapping sound, even with her husband, never has she been fucked like this before.

Turning him over to mount him as if she was a champion cowgirl at a rodeo, she sat on his cock. With her big tits bouncing up and down and side to side, he harnessed them with his big hands while he humped and fucked his mother. With her fucking her son in the way that she's never fucked her husband before, their lust for one another was contagious. Their sexual excitement slowly built to a volcanic eruption of incestuous sex as Janice pounded Jerry's cock deeper inside of her pussy.

"I can't hold it any longer Cynthia, I'm going to cum," he said to his mother. "Oh, my God. This is too fast. This is too sudden. You make me so hot."

Not wanting him to stop, she could feel his throbbing and pulsating prick deep inside of her. Leaning down beside him to rest her breasts on his chest, she whispered in his ear.

"Just a little longer David and I'll cum with you," she said. "Hold for just a little longer."
Taking charge of his mother's body again, he rolled her over to mount her. Then, slowly humping her and with her slowly humping him, she allowed her son to prolong their orgasmic moment. Then when she felt her heated rush coming in a wave of sexual desire, she humped him harder and she humped him faster. Forget about making love, they were back to fucking as if they were two dogs in the street.

"Oh, my God, I'm going to cum Cynthia. I can't hold back anymore," he said.

The more that he told her that he was going to cum, the harder and faster that he humped her, the harder and faster she humped him, and the more excited that they became. They were both sweating and panting out of breath as if they had just run a race.

"I'm going to cum too," she said out of breath. "Fuck me harder David. Fuck me faster. Fuck me deeper," she said.

"I'm going to cum. God I'm going to cum," he said.

"Hold," she said. Hold," she said as if she was Mel Gibson as William Wallace in Braveheart. "Hold. Just a little longer. With me cumming too, I want to feel you cumming deep inside of me."

"Okay, I'll try," he said.

"Wait," she said. "I'm cumming. Okay, now. Go ahead and cum. Fuck me harder and fuck me faster. I'm cumming too David, I'm cumming. Fuck me. I'm cumming."

Better than any sexual fantasy she had while masturbating with her vibrator and fucking herself with her dildo, she was getting the fucking of her life from of all men, her son. What mother would have such outrageous, incestuous sex with her son? What son would fuck his mother in the way that Jerry pounded Janice's pussy? Yet, according to Janice and her convoluted thinking, they weren't really having sex. They were only playing a game of pretend while pretending that they were two other people.

"Oh, my God Cynthia. Oh my God. That was by far, the best sex that I ever had with you," he said.

As promised, moving down the bed to his cock, she licked her vaginal secretions from his cock before taking him in her mouth and sucking him while stroking him.

"Cum for me David. Cum in my mouth," she said. "I want to taste you. I need to swallow you," said Janice to her son.

"I don't know if I can," he said while staring down at her with his cock buried in her mouth.

"Trust me. You will," she said sucking him harder and stroking him faster.

Instantly he grew hard in her mouth and as soon as she felt his cock begin to pulsate, she knew that she could get him to cum again. Sucking him deeper and stroking him harder, when she felt his hand on her breasts and his fingers playing with her nipples, she knew that it was only a matter of time before he ejaculated in her mouth. The finality of their game of pretend, how better to end this game than to have her son cum in her mouth. She couldn't wait to pleasure him after he's given her so much pleasure.

"Oh, my God, Cynthia. This is the best blowjob you've ever given me," he said putting a gentle hand to his mother's head.

Humping her mouth, he fucked her face as she sucked him deeper and stroked him harder.

"Cum David. Cum for me," she said. Then, knowing how to get him to cum, she fell out of character. "Cum for me Jerry. Cum for Mommy. Shoot your load in Mommy's mouth."

As if she had hit a cum switch or hit a slot machine jackpot at a casino, her son pressed a heavy hand to the back of her blonde, pretty head and exploded cum in his mother's mouth. She released his cock from her mouth prematurely and he shot a second load of cum all over her hair, face, and breasts. Wiping his cum from her face with the sheet, she was so happy that she could give him as much sexual pleasure as he gave her.

"That was unbelievable Mom," he said falling out of character too.

Unable to continue the pretense of playing a game of pretend, in a heat of passion, their lust for one another exploded as if it was a huge firework display that they both experienced at the same time. Not moving and not speaking, they laid there like that holding one another while breathing heavily and sweating. A mother holding her naked son and a son holding his naked mother, what they just did was so outrageously incestuously sexual. With her hand still wrapped around his cock and gently stroking out the oozing cum that was still left inside, he fondled her tits and fingered her nipples. Then, when they regained their composure, she looked at her son, gave him a sexy look, and smiled while playing with his chest hair.

"Would you like to play The Pretend Game again?"

He looked at her as if she just asked him what he wanted for Christmas.

"Oh yes, mother," he said out of character now that the game was over and before beginning the second game.

Now knowing that her son was not only her son but also her lover, she looked at him with sexual satisfaction. She moved up to him to kiss him.

"Just remember Jerry. This isn't as if we're having incestuous sex. Oh, no. Not by a long shot. So long as we remain in character with you pretending that I'm Cynthia and with me pretending that you're David, we're just pretending. We're just playing a game," she said kissing and kissing him while sliding her body down the bed to take him in her mouth again.

Taking his flaccid cock in her mouth, she made him hard again with her hand and mouth. A real fucking machine, ready almost immediately, she stroked him while sucking him. Then, when he was hard enough, this time, instead of having him mount her first, she mounted him and rode him like the wild stallion that he was. A mother mounting her naked son and reaching between her legs to direct his cock inside of her pussy was just as forbidden as a son mounting his naked mother and sliding his cock in her cunt. Yet, being that they were just playing a game, whatever they did sexually, even licking, sucking, making love, and fucking was okay.

Playing the game, Jerry made love to Cynthia while Janice made love to her son. The best Christmas they both ever had, remaining in character, they enjoyed playing the whole game and bits and pieces of the game nearly every day they remained together.

THE END