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There are no underage characters in this story. All characters portrayed are over 18-years-old. This story directly relates to my previous story, Mom's First, Blind, Internet Date.

Mom will teach her son how to eat her pussy if he teaches her how to suck his cock.

Revised, rewritten, and continued with additional changes from Chapter 07

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"I want to teach you how to eat me," said his mother in the continued incestuous seduction of her son. "I want to teach you how to give a woman oral stimulation and oral, sexual pleasure. I want to teach you how to sexually please and pleasure a woman with your fingers and with your tongue."

As if his hazel eyes were no longer able to blink, he pushed back his brown hair that fell in his eyes to stare at his mother slowly rubbing her panty clad crotch. Unable to believe his eyes, his mother was masturbating herself through her panties. He watched her other hand finger her nipples through her blouse and her bra. Obviously, his mother didn't want to teach him how to eat just any woman, instead, she wanted to teach him how to eat her.

"I don't believe this is really happening. I feel as if I'm dreaming this whole thing," said Michael to his mother.

He looked at his mother as if she was someone else. He looked at his mother as if he was seeing her for the first time. He looked at his mother with wanton desire and incestuous lust. He looked at his mother as if he couldn't believe his eyes with all that he was suddenly seeing of her.

After not ever seeing anything of his mother's sexy body, he couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's shapely thighs and her snow white, bikini panties now. He couldn't believe he was seeing what Vincent saw of his mother on their blind date. He couldn't believe he was watching his mother touch herself through her panties.

Not only was his mother intentionally exposing herself to him but also he couldn't believe that she was sexually teasing him by playing with herself through her panties. In the way she was exposing her panty clad cunt to his horny, incestuous eyes, he was tempted to expose his hard, hair cock to her. He was ready to unzip himself, pull his cock, and masturbate himself in front of her to the image of his mother touching her pussy through her panties. Even though he was tempted, not wanting to ruin her son, he didn't dare. He was curious to see how far she'd go in exposing herself to him.

'What would she say, if I unzipped myself and pulled out my prick,' he wondered. 'In the way she was sitting there with her legs spread and her panties exposed, would she look at my exposed cock in the way that I'm staring at her panty clad pussy? Would she watch me masturbate myself in the way that I'm watching her masturbating herself now?'

As if someone else suggested their sexual union, he couldn't believe his mother proposed the plan of teaching him cunnilingus while he taught her fellatio. With two able to play at this incestuously, sexual game, he started fingering the head his cock through his jeans and underwear. While she stared at his fingers playing with his jean clad prick, he stared at her fingers playing with her panty clad pussy and fingering her nipples through her clothes. Assuredly, if they continued playing in the Devil's, incestuous playground, both of them would surely go to Hell for the incestuous sex they were about to have.

As if he was sexually fantasizing his mother touching herself though her panties, he watched his mother actually playing with herself through her panties. Never thinking he'd ever see his mother expose her panties to him never mind touching herself through her panties, he couldn't believe his eyes. Satisfied with seeing his mother's bikini panties and her panty clad pussy, now he couldn't wait to see his mother's naked pussy. If this was her way of teaching him how to give her vaginal stimulation with his fingers, hoping she'd remove her panties, he couldn't wait to watch his mother rub her naked clit and finger fuck her cunt.

Routinely going through her lingerie drawer to feel her panties and bras and going through her laundry hamper to sniff her panties and bras, he couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's panties while she was wearing them. As if she was alone in the living room masturbating herself, he couldn't believe he was watching her touch herself and sexually pleasure herself through her panties. Something he'd love to do and couldn't wait to do, he couldn't believe he was watching her feel her breasts while fingering her nipples through her blouse and bra.

'This is so hot,' he thought while staring at his mother as if she was a stripper on stage giving him a private show.

Unless she was bluffing and just sexually teasing him, he couldn't wait for her to show him how to finger her pussy while licking her cunt. He couldn't wait for her to see his prick, to stroke his prick, and to suck his prick. He couldn't wait for his mother to do all of the sexual things he imagined she'd do while masturbating him before blowing him. Now, with her volunteering to give him incestuous sex, he no longer needed to imagine his mother naked and having sex with her. She was about to give him a live performance under the pretense of teaching how to give one another oral sex.

"You're not dreaming, Michael," said Emma with a sexy laugh. "This is really happening, that is if you want it to happen. I'll teach you how to finger me and lick me if you teach me how to stroke you and suck you. All you have to do is to say yes," she said.

When his mother gave him a sexy look that she had never given him before, he imagined his big, hard cock in his mother's small, soft hand. He imagined his mother's fingers wrapped around his stiff prick while stroking him. Imagining his mother masturbating him, he imagined showing his mother how to stroke his cock. He imagined explaining to his mother how to suck his prick while she continued stroking him too. He imagined his mother kissing his cock before licking his cock and before taking his prick in her mouth to suck his prick. Instructing his mother how to blow him, he imagined looking down at his mother looking up at him with her big, beautiful, brown eyes, with his cock buried in her mouth while she sucked him and stroked him.

"Sorry to ask you again but I'm in shock. Just so that I completely understand your meaning," he said pausing to take a big sip of his drink. "You're not just sexually teasing me. You really want me to teach how to blow me? You really want me to teach you how to stroke my prick while sucking my prick? Is that it?"

He watched her continue to feel her breasts and finger her nipples through her blouse and bra. Something he'd love to do, he couldn't wait to feel his mother's body through her clothes while kissing her. He couldn't wait to undress her to see her in her panties and bra, topless, and naked. He couldn't wait to touch her and feel her everywhere while making out with her.

"Yes," she said.

He continued staring at his mother's panty clad pussy while watching her feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples through her blouse and bra. Just as he couldn't believe he was seeing her panties, he couldn't believe his mother was fingering her pussy through her panties while feeling her breasts through her blouse and bra. Always wondering if his mother masturbated, now he knew that she obviously does.

"Oh, God yes Mom, yes. I'd love for you to teach me how to finger and lick your pussy," said her son.

She gave him a naughty look that hardened his cock and a sexy smile that melted his heart.

"I'd love for you to show me how to suck your cock, Michael. Having never tasted cum before, I'd love to taste you," she said sliding a slow tongue over her full, red lips. "I'd love to taste your cum. I'd love for you to cum in my mouth. And of course, I'd swallow your cum too. I want to know what it feels and tastes like when a man ejaculates his cum in my mouth and down my throat," she said. "Who better to practice that on than you, my flesh and blood, my son? So, what do you say? Do we have a deal? I'll teach you how to finger me and eat me if you teach me how to stroke you and blow you."

His mother moved her hand to her mouth and moved it back and forth as if she was already sucking his prick. With her tongue pushing her cheek in an out, she really looked as if she was giving him a blowjob. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. His mother was acting like such a whore.

He couldn't believe what his mother was saying. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. His mother wanted to teach him how to finger and lick her pussy. His mother wanted him to eat her cunt. In return, his mother not only wanted him to show her how to stroke and suck his cock but also she wanted him to cum in her mouth and she wanted to swallow his cum. While watching his mother rubbing her cunt through her panties, feeling her tits, and fingering her nipples through her blouse and bra, he continued fondling his cock through his jeans.

"Do we have a deal?" He gave her a big smile. "Yes, Mother, we have a deal. I'd love for you to teach me how to finger and eat your pussy while I teach you how to stroke and suck my cock," said Michael.

She gulped down the last of her drink before closing her legs to lean forward on the sofa. She stared at him with solemn seriousness before speaking.

"Only, if we do this, teach one another how to give oral sex, no one must know. You can't tell anyone that you fingered and licked my pussy and I stroked and sucked your cock," she said. "I mean it Michael. People wouldn't understand. What we're about to do is incestuous. You must promise that you won't tell anyone, especially your father and/or your stepmother" she said with seriousness. "I'd be so embarrassed for them to know that I had sex with my son. I'd be mortified for them to know that my son had sex with me."

He nodded his head in agreement.

"I promise," he said crossing his hear. "I won't tell a soul. Whatever we do behind closed, bedroom doors will be our little secret."

She leaned back to open her legs wider again and to rub her pussy through her panties again while staring up at her son with as much sexual lust and desire as he always stared at her. If it wasn't enough that his mother was exposing her white, bikini panties to him, he couldn't believe he was watching his mother touching herself. He couldn't believe his mother had sexually propositioned him. He couldn't wait to take his mother up on her sexual offer.

Yet, not dropping it there about them not telling anyone, as if she had suddenly turned into a sexual lawyer specializing in incest, she continued her clarification and qualification.

"Even if we give one another oral sex and mutual masturbation pleasure, that's as far as it must go. Giving one another sexual pleasure orally is one thing but we can't have sexual intercourse,' she said waving her finger in the air at him as if he had just done something naughty. "That would be wrong. That would be nasty. That would be too much like incest and we can't do that. We can't have incestuous sex," she said. "Albeit, even though most are forbidden sexual acts between a mother and her son, mutual masturbation and oral sex is one thing but sexual intercourse is something else entirely."

Michael nodded his head in agreement. At this point he'd agree to anything his mother said to see her naked and to have sex with her naked body. Better than Christmas and better than his birthday, instead of unwrapping Christmas and birthday gifts, he couldn't believe he was finally going to unwrap the clothes from his mother.

"Yes, I understand," he said.

Not really understanding why they couldn't have sexual intercourse unless she feared getting pregnant, he knew she could no longer get pregnant. After having her tubes tied, there was no chance of her getting pregnant. As if the show was over by the backstage show was just beginning, he watched her close her legs to stand from the sofa. As if looking to see if he was coming, she turned to look at him.

Chapter 08:

"Let me change into something more comfortable while you get out of those jeans," said Emma with a giggle while staring at the bulge his cock made in his jeans.

In the way she always looked at him with motherly love before, she now looked at him with innocence lost. She looked at him with as much lustful desire as he looked at her with forbidden longing. This was his mother and he was her son. This was his mother and not some whore he picked up in a bar to return to her house for sex. With everything changing and nothing the same, there was no going back from what they were about to do.

Even though her giggle was so sexy, her words propositioning him with incestuous, oral sex reverberated through his mind. After feeling so sad with Ginger dumping him, he felt so excited that his mother sexually welcomed him. He couldn't believe he was about to see his mother in her panties and bra, topless, and maybe even naked. He couldn't believe he was about to have sex with his mother. With his Mother offering and willing to have sex with him, life doesn't get any better than this.

His mother wanted to change into something more comfortable. His mother wanted him to get out of his jeans. His mother was in her bedroom now with her door open getting ready to change out of her clothes in front of him. His mother wanted to teach him how to finger and lick her pussy in exchange for him teaching her how to stroke and suck his cock. Instead of just sexually fantasizing and masturbating over the thoughts of his mother naked and having sex with her, he was finally going to have sex with his mother.

'Oh, my God,' he thought to himself. 'This is crazy. I don't believe this. I can't believe this. Why the sudden and dramatic sexual change in her? How can she go from never flashing me any part of her sexy body to exposing her panties to me? How can she masturbate herself in front of me? How could she go from a morally, modest mother to an incestuous, sexual whore by propositioning me to have oral sex with her?'

As if his mother was bitten by the incest bug, she was infected with an incestuous virus. Pretense was one thing but reality was something else. For her to offer to teach him cunnilingus on her while he taught her fellatio on him, seemingly she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. For her to want him to not only see her pussy but also to finger her pussy and lick her pussy, she wanted him to give her an oral orgasm.

His mother wanted him to eat her. For her to want to not only see his cock but also to stroke his cock while sucking his cock, she wanted to give him an oral orgasm too. She wanted him to cum in her mouth. She wanted to swallow his cum. Judging her by her open bedroom door, she was willing and ready to sexually do it all.

'Going from zero to one hundred in a second, I don't believe this is happening,' he thought. 'She did a complete 180.'

Why would she change her mind about having incestuous sex with him when she never seemed interested in him as her lover? As much as he wondered, he didn't know. Just going along for the ride, he allowed his mother the control of his sexual destiny. No doubt, this night would be a night that he'd remember for the rest of his life.

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Ready for some sexual hanky panky, as if he was her date instead of her son, Michael watched his mother move from the couch to walk in her bedroom. She was so sexy when she walked, especially when he was watching her walk from behind. As if she was Brazilian instead of being born in America, for someone who was such a prude sexually, her butt cheeks kept the beat to an imaginary music in his head. Emma had such an incredible ass and whenever he saw her walk, he couldn't help but think of the song, The Girl from Ipanema, a Brazilian bassa nova jazz song composed by Antonio Carlos Jobim with lyrics by Vincius De Moraes.

"Tall and tan and young and lovely, the girl from Ipanema goes walking and when she passes, each one she passes goes, Ah. When she walks, she's like a samba that swings so cool and sways so gentle that when she passes, each one she passes goes, Ooh."

His mother always walked with a wiggle. Not believing that her wiggle was purposely done, he wondered if she knew she wiggled when she walked. He wondered if she purposely wiggled when she walked or if it was a habit that she picked up as a young girl when watching models strutting their stuff down a fashion runway. Then, wondering if she knew she sometimes giggled when she talked, with her giving him a sexy giggle and an even sexier wiggle, he thought of that song, Chantilly Lace by the Big Bopper.

"Chantilly lace and a pretty face," his mother definitely had a pretty face. "And a ponytail a hangin' down," his mother had long, brown hair that she sometimes wore in a ponytail. "That wiggle in the walk and that giggle in the talk," definitely reminded him of his Mom.

He thought of that song, She Don't Know She's Beautiful, by Sammy Kershaw.

"She don't know she's beautiful (never crossed her mind)."

That's his mother alright, she don't know she's beautiful.

"She don't know she's beautiful (no she's not that kind)."

He wondered if there was a time when his mother ever thought she was beautiful, maybe for her prom or on her wedding day.

"She don't know she's beautiful."

He wondered if his mother thought she was ugly instead of beautiful because of what happened to her thirty-years ago with the man in the woods.

"Though time and time I've told her so."

Every chance he had, with her not having a man in her life to tell her, he told his mother she was beautiful and he meant it.

Definitely, not only was his mother beautiful but also his mother doesn't know that she's beautiful. If she did know how beautiful she was, she'd have a man in her life. If she knew she was beautiful, she would have remarried long ago. If she truly knew how beautiful she was, she'd never proposition her son for sex. If she thought she was beautiful, she'd never undress in front of her son and she'd never offer her help in teaching her son how to finger and lick her pussy if he'd teach her how to stroke and suck his cock. Yet, maybe she does know that she's beautiful, the reason why she hadn't had sex with him until hopefully now.

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As if he was out on a date with an older woman, another cougar clone of his mother that he had picked up in a bar and brought home for sex, his mother was in her bedroom changing into something more comfortable. With him thinking comfortable was a code word for changing into something sexy, he wondered what she considered was more comfortable. With sexy not necessarily meaning something more comfortable, just as he wondered what she considered more comfortable, he wondered what she considered sexy. This was his mother after all and not Sofia Vegara, Heidi Klum, or Jennifer Lopez and he was her son and not Brad Pitt, George Clooney, or Ryan Reynolds.

His imagination ran wild with what he thought and hoped his mother would select to wear. With his imagination getting the better of him, imagining her showing him a lot of skin, more skin than he had ever seen of his mother when she wasn't wearing her bikini, he wondered what she'd be wearing or not wearing tonight. Thank God, she definitely wouldn't be wearing her plush, terrycloth robe, that's for sure. With that robe so thick and so bulky, unable to feel anything of her hot body through her robe, unless she was totally naked underneath, he couldn't see how that terrycloth robe could be comfortable or sexy.

Maybe she'd change into one of her short, sheer, sexy, low cut nightgowns that he imagined her wearing whenever he sexually fantasized over his mother while masturbating himself. Always wearing her robe over her nightgowns, he had never seen his mother wearing one of her sheer nightgowns without the modesty of her robe. Had he not snooped through her lingerie drawer, he'd never know she even owned such sexy nightgowns. He'd love to finally see his mother walking around him in just her revealing nightgown. He'd love to make out with his mother while she was wearing one of her short, low cut, sheer, and sexy nightgowns.
Maybe she'd remove her blouse and skirt and walk around him in her panties and bra. That would be so hot. Having endlessly masturbated over the thought of catching his mother in her panties and bra, as if she was a Victoria Secrets runway model without the wings, he'd love to see his mother in her panties and bra. Imagining the tops of her breast jiggling and her sexy ass wiggling, he'd love to see his mother walking around him in her sexy, low cut brassiere and white, bikini panties while wearing her high heels. He'd love to kiss his mother while feeling her sexy body through her bra and panties.

Maybe something more comfortable meant she'd be topless and wearing nothing more than just her panties and her sexy smile. He'd love nothing more than to see his mother's naked tits. Maybe, shocking him, she'd remove her blouse and her bra to flash him her naked breasts, her naked areolas, and her naked nipples. Maybe she'd remain topless while he showed her how to stroke his cock and suck his cock. He'd love to feel and fondle his mother's big tits while fingering her erect nipples as she blew him. He only hoped she'd show him her tits.

Maybe something more comfortable meant she'd be naked. He'd love to see his mother's naked ass, her naked tits, and her naked pussy. Actually, how else could she show him how to finger her pussy and lick her pussy, if she wasn't naked? Definitely, she'd have to be naked from at least the waist down for her to show him how to finger her pussy while licking her pussy. Something he had masturbated over for years, he'd finally love nothing more than to see his mother naked.

With tonight the night that he'd eat her and she'd blow him, he couldn't count how many times he masturbated over her blowing him. He couldn't count how many times he masturbated over the thoughts of his mother showing him her topless and/or nude body. Hoping beyond hope, he'd love nothing more than to see his mother's naked tits, her naked ass, and her naked pussy. At the top of his list of things that he'd like to see, a new Mustang GT with his name on the title, a winning, big jackpot, lottery ticket, or his mother topless and/or naked, he'd chose seeing his mother topless and/or naked.

Truth be told, without even having second thoughts, even more than the Mustang GT and/or the winning lottery ticket, he'd love nothing more than to see his mother topless and/or naked. With his mother having already propositioned him to teach one another oral sex, seeing his mother topless and/or naked seemed more realistic that seeing a Mustang GT with his name on the title or possessing a winning lottery ticket. Especially with her already in her bedroom changing into something more comfortable, the chances of him seeing his mother topless and/or naked were now much better than him owing a new Mustang GT or winning a lottery jackpot.

'Wow,' he thought.

Forget about seeing her in her underwear or topless, that one word, naked, filled his mind like the sexual explosion of a naked stripper humping her hips in his direction before sitting on his erection. His mind was filled with the imagined sight of his mother's naked tits, his mother's naked ass, and his mother's naked pussy. His mind was preoccupied with him fingering his mother's cunt while licking his mother's cunt. His mind was preoccupied with his mother stroking his cock while sucking his cock.

'Nah, that would never happen. Just as he didn't actually believe they'd be having oral sex, his mother would never get naked in front of him,' he thought. 'A momentary lapse in judgement, she was obviously drunk when she propositioned him to have oral sex with her.'

Yet, after she sat across from him with her legs spread wide open and exposed her panties to him, he tried to justify her lewd behavior in his mind. Maybe after having downed three, double scotches, unable to think clearly, modestly, or morally, his mother was indeed drunk. With her saying something so sexually and incestuously inappropriate, maybe she didn't know what she was saying or what she was doing. Perhaps, thinking he was someone else other than her son, she was just sexually teasing him. Maybe the joke is on him.

'Ha! Ha,' he thought hoping his mother was serious about them having oral sex and not drunk enough to know better.

Yet, something she had never done before, she was getting ready to undress with her bedroom door wide open. She was prepared to undress herself in front of him. For sure, if she was drunk, if she changed her mind, and if she didn't undress in front of him, he imagined helping her to bed. He imagined undressing her himself. He imagined stripping his MILF of a mother naked. As if he was playing Jeremy Davies role as Ray Aibelli in Spanking the Monkey, he imagined touching and feeling his sexy mother everywhere a son should never touch and feel his mother while having sex with her naked body.

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She always closed her bedroom door when changing out of her clothes for privacy, for modesty, and because of the inappropriateness of a mother undressing in front of her son. This time, however, she surprised him and sexually excited him by not closing her bedroom door. Unable to stop staring at her standing in front of her mirror in readiness to remove her clothes, she shocked him by not closing her bedroom door. Especially when she expressly retired to her bedroom to change into something more comfortable, he figured she'd close her door by now.

Waiting while watching, he figured she'd close her bedroom door any second to deny him the sexual pleasure of watching her undress. She floored him by not closing her bedroom door. Again, especially when she expressly told him that she'd be changing into something more comfortable, he never thought she'd leave her bedroom door open while undressing. Hopefully a forewarning of what was to happen next, sexually prepared to watch his mother remove her clothes, he couldn't believe his mother hadn't closed her bedroom door.

This time, instead of denying him a view of her beautiful underwear clad, topless, and/or naked body, by closing her bedroom door. She not only left her door open but also she invited him inside her bedroom to see, to watch, and to ogle her as she undressed. First with her sexual proposition of oral sex, then with her sexy giggle and wiggle, now with her leaving open her bedroom door, it was as if she had a sign that read, 'Look at me.' Telling him that she was changing into something more comfortable and by not closing her bedroom door, it was as if she held up another sign, 'Watch me undress.'

Indeed, as if she really was Mrs. Robinson in The Graduate, her sexual seduction of him couldn't be any more obvious and any more forbidden. Paramount to the beginning of something so very beautiful, the sexual love between a mother and her son, Emma left her bedroom door wide open. Something she never did before, totally stunned but totally sexually excited, he couldn't believe his mother didn't close her bedroom door while undressing. Apparently forgetting about her privacy, her modesty, and the inappropriateness of undressing in front of her son, obviously she wanted him to watch her strip herself down to her panties and bra, topless, and/or naked.

As if he was peeping through her unshaded bedroom window, able to see her from the living room, Michael watched her standing in front of her bureau in readiness to get undressed. She was so lovely. She was so beautiful. She was so sexy. Watching her made him forget all about Ginger breaking up with him. How could he even be saddened over the loss of Ginger when he had his mother as his new sexual partner to help mend himself while on the rebound?

Unable to remove his eyes from her beautiful form and her shapely figure, he wondered how far she'd go in her sexy seduction. Never really believing they'd have oral sex with one another on the pretense of teaching one another, maybe she'd strip herself down to her underwear. With her a little drunk, maybe she'd strip herself topless. With her so lonely and obviously so sexually frustrated, maybe she'd strip herself naked.

He didn't know. He had no idea. He could only wonder. He could only imagine. With her proposing that they'd have oral sex, he could only hope that she'd go all the way and show him her naked body before allowing him to have sex with her naked body.

As if she was one of Homer's sexy sirens in the Odyssey, she beckoned him with her sexy look to come hither to her bedroom. His brain was electrified with inappropriate sexual thoughts, excited by anticipation, and curious over speculation of what she'd do next in the sexual seduction of him. Over and again the same thoughts ran through his mind in the way of a runaway train speeding along the tracks.

'My mother wants to teach me how to finger and lick her pussy,' he thought. 'She wants to show me how to give her an orgasm with my mouth and fingers. She wants me to show her how to stroke and suck my cock. My mother wants me to cum in her mouth. She wants to taste my cum. She wants to swallow my cum.'

Preoccupied with the sexuality of his mother, he wondered again if she'd give him a striptease show of her sexy, shapely body. He wondered again if she'd pose for him in her low cut bra and sexy, bikini panties. He wondered again if she'd strip herself topless. He wondered again if she'd strip herself naked. He had no idea what she'd do.

'Oh, my God,' thought Michael while watching and waiting for his mother to make her next incestuously, sexual move. 'What is she going to do? Will she actually remove her clothes in front of me? Was she serious about teaching me how to finger and lick her pussy? Was she serious about me teaching her how to stroke and suck my cock?'

If she did strip herself naked, once naked, he wondered if she'd lie back on the bed with her long, shapely legs spread and her brown bush of a pussy exposed to his horny eyes. If she did strip herself naked, he wondered if she'd invite him to move in between her legs in readiness to show him how to finger her while eating her. He wondered how exactly his mother would instruct him to finger and lick her pussy. He wondered if there'd be a pussy eating test at the end. For sure, the passing grade for this sort of sexual test would be if he gave his mother an oral orgasm.

'I love you, Mommy,' he thought. Only, as soon as he thought of calling her Mommy, feeling so awkwardly inappropriate calling her by that name, especially when they were about to hopefully have sex, oral sex, he reinserted her name for Mommy. 'I love you, Emma.'

As soon as he thought of eating his mother, in the way that Ginger did, he imagined her wiggling her shapely ass all over the bed. He just hoped his mother didn't squirt in the way that his ex-girlfriend did. He imagined reaching up to feel her big tits and finger her erect nipples, while impaling his mother's cunt with his finger and tongue. With him always wondering what she sounded like and acted like when she was sexually aroused, he'd love nothing more than to sexually excite his mother enough for her to cum.

'Oh, Michael,' he imagined his mother saying. 'Eat me. Rub my clit while fingering my pussy. Lick me, Michael. Lick me. Lick me faster. Lick me deeper. Finger fuck me with your long, stiff fingers. Give me an orgasm. Make me cum. I need to cum, Michael. I need to cum.'

Only, what the sexual act of eating his mother's pussy and giving her oral satisfaction had to do with her teaching him how to finger her and lick other women, he had no idea. If he didn't know his mother any better, instead of teaching him how to give women oral sex, he'd think his mother just wanted him to finger her while eating her. If he didn't know his mother any better, instead of having him teach her how to stroke men and blow men, he'd think his mother just wanted to stroke his cock while sucking his cock.

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As if taking a crash course at Pussy Licking University, PLU, he imagined how his mother would instruct him to finger her pussy while licking her pussy. For some unknown reason, maybe because he'd be eating a hopefully delicious dish, he imagined his mother giving him pussy eating instructions in the voice of Julia Child.

'Before sticking your head between my legs,' he imagined his mother saying in the way that Julia Child would say in her English and French accents. 'You must get me in the mood by kissing me, touching me, and fingering me a little. Eating my pussy is a long process that requires lots of clit rubbing and pussy licking foreplay. A little tit massage, along with sucking and nipple pulling will help get me and/or any woman in the mood. Women love being cherished and the way to do that is to kiss not just my pussy but my entire body.'

Only when thinking of his mother looking like Julia Child, that image suddenly pushed him back on his heels and put him out of the mood. He needed to get his head back in the game and remove the thought that he'd be eating Julia Child instead of his mother out of his mind. His mother switching from talking as Julia Child to speak in her own voice helped. He imagined his mother continuing in her pussy fingering and pussy licking instruction in her own voice.

'As long as you don't talk about other women, this is the time for pillow talk,' he imagined his mother saying. 'All women love their man talking dirty to them. Tell her that you love her womanly scent. Tell her that you love her, that you want her, and that you can't wait to eat her. Tell her that you can't wait to finger her, to lick her, and to make her cum.

Now before climbing on top of me, take my ankles in your hands and hold them for a minute. As if tying me to the bed but not, that one motion will make me feel that you're the man and that you're in control of my naked body. Most women are in the closet about wanting to be taken forcefully, gently but never brutally like a rape, and it's up to you to make the woman feel safe but wanted. Talk to her. Tell her what you're doing.

Say something like, I'm going to spread your legs wide to give me total access to your pussy. I'm going to put my head between your legs and finger and lick your pussy until you cum. I'm going to finger fuck you and lick you until you beg me to stop.

Then, ask her permission to eat her. Women like that. May I finger your pussy? May I lick your pussy? May I finger you and lick you until you cum? When she agrees to you eating her is when you move between her legs.

Now, while fingering her and licking her, shut the fuck up and stop talking,' he imagined his mother saying with a laugh. 'For a woman to achieve an orgasm, she needs quiet. She needs to concentrate. With mind and body needing to feel the oral sexual process, everything must be in sync. Continue to remain quiet as you finger her and lick her pussy. Once she's warm, wet, and sexually excited is when you may resume your pillow talk.'

Actually imagining how his mother would instruct him to finger and eat her pussy, he had no idea what she'd say. What he only had to go by is what Ginger told him to do. Then, once his ex-girlfriend gushed a volume of liquid in his mouth, forever gun-shy about eating her cunt, he was never comfortable positioning his mouth between his Ginger's legs. If his mother actually allowed him to give her oral sex, he hoped fingering and eating his mother would be a much better and a more sexually exciting experience than eating his squirting ex-girlfriend.

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An opportunity of a lifetime, Michael couldn't believe his mother was standing in her bedroom with her bedroom door open in readiness to undress. He couldn't believe she was going to undress in front of him. He couldn't believe he was finally about to see his MILF of a mother in her panties and bra, topless, and/or naked. For as long as he shall live, he'd remember this day for the rest of his life.

An opportunity of a lifetime, Michael couldn't believe his mother was serious about teaching him how to finger and eat her pussy, as long as he'd teach her how to stroke and suck his cock. Being that the young women of today don't consider giving men blowjobs as sex, they more consider French kissing someone as more sexual. Not deeming oral sex as really having sex, they more consider sexually intercourse as sex. With that in mind, being that Emma already told him that they couldn't have sexual intercourse because that would be incest, obviously she didn't consider him fingering and eating her pussy and her stroking and sucking his prick as incest. That sexual philosophy was fine by him.

In the way of her telling him about the birds and the bees, maybe him fingering and licking her pussy and her stroking and sucking his cock was nothing more than part of his sexual education. Maybe his mother decided that he needed to be home schooled. Maybe his mother thought that he needed to be tutored privately within the confines of her bedroom. If them having oral sex wasn't considered incest, then he'd audit this course over and again.

'Just so that I get it right, Emma, would you show me how to finger and eat your pussy again?' Goading her to have oral sex with him again and again, he imagined saying precisely that to his mother.

He imagined his mother giving him a sexy smile and a naughty look before responding in kind.

'I'd be happy to show you how to finger and lick my pussy, Michael, as long as you show me how to stroke and suck your cock again,' he imagined his mother saying.

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Obviously, with his mother ready to remove her clothes in front of him, as if his clothes were on fire, he kicked off his sneakers, removed his shirt, removed his socks, and stripped out of his jeans. The only item of clothing left to cover his nakedness was his blue, Ralph Lauren, Polo briefs. He couldn't wait for his mother to see him without his clothes. He couldn't wait for his mother to see him in his skimpy briefs. He couldn't wait for his mother to see the outline of his burgeoning cock that throbbed and pulsated for the anticipated touch of her hand and the warm wetness of her mouth.

He was already starting to get an erection by the thoughts of his mother seeing him in his bulging underwear. He was already starting to get an erection by the thoughts of watching his mother undress. He was already developing an erection by the thoughts of his mother standing before him in her low cut bra and sexy bikini panties. He was developing a harder and bigger erection by the thoughts of his mother standing in front of her mirror topless and/or naked with her bedroom door wide open.

Purposely waiting for him to enter her room before starting her motherly, striptease show, Emma was still fully dressed when Michael walked in his mother's bedroom in his underwear. He couldn't believe he was standing in his mother's bedroom practically naked. He couldn't believe he was about to have sex with his mother. Excited for his mother to see him in his briefs as much as he was excited to see her in her underwear, proud of the big bulge in his underwear, he already had a growing erection.

In the way he couldn't wait to feel his mother's big breasts and shapely ass through her clothes, he couldn't wait for her to feel his hard cock through his underwear with her soft hand. In the way that he couldn't wait to feel her D cup breasts through the thin material of her cotton blouse, he'd love nothing more than to feel his mother's hand on his stiff penis. In the way he couldn't wait to feel his finger fucking her pussy and his tongue licking his mother's cunt, he couldn't wait to feel her hand stroking his cock and her mouth sucking his prick.

Something he never imagined would ever happen with him thinking his mother was such a sexual prude and so morally modest, he was ready to watch her undress. Finally, he was more than ready to watch his mother remove her blouse. He was more than ready to watch her remove her skirt. An imagined image he had masturbated over since he was an 18-year-old senior in high school, he was more than ready to finally see her standing before him in her low cut bra and sexy bikini panties.
'Oh, my God,' he thought while thinking of his mother standing before his horny eyes in only her bra and panties.

He was finally ready to see the sexy, sheer underwear that he had touched, felt, and fondled in her lingerie drawer and sniffed in her laundry hamper on her. Something he had masturbated about while sexually fantasizing his MILF of a mother undressing in front of him for years was soon to be his reality. He couldn't wait for her to begin undressing. He couldn't wait to watch her sexy, striptease show. He couldn't wait to see her in her sexy underwear, topless, and/or naked.

He was ready to watch his mother reach around her back to unhook her big brassiere. Ready to watch her slowly remove her bra straps from her shoulders, he was ready to see her naked tits. Even though he had never seen them, having already imagined what they looked like and what color they were in his mind's eye, he couldn't wait to see her pink nipples and her slightly darker areolas.

Ready to watch her remove her panties, having no idea if she was shaved, trimmed, or bushy, but figuring she was trimmed, he was ready to see her naked, brown, bush of a pussy. He couldn't wait to see his mother's firm, naked, shapely ass, to squeeze her naked ass, and to slap her naked ass. Just as he couldn't wait to see his mother's naked, moist pussy, he couldn't wait to show his mother his naked, erect cock.

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As if he had just won the lottery, ordinarily not very lucky, he couldn't believe his luck tonight. Not only couldn't he believe he was going to watch his mother undress but also he couldn't believe he was standing in his mother's bedroom wearing nothing but his briefs and his erection. He couldn't believe he was going to have oral sex with his mother under the pretense of her teaching him how to finger and lick her pussy. He couldn't believe his mother was going to have sex with him under the pretense of him teaching her how to stroke and suck his cock. His sexual fantasy of them having oral sex would finally be their reality.

With things not working out with Ginger, perhaps his mother would fill the sexual role of being his new lover instead of only being his mother. With her seemingly ready to fulfill every incestuous, sexual fantasy he ever had of her, but for sexual intercourse, he'd love for his mother to be his incestuous lover. For sure, with him sexually and incestuously lusting over her for so very long, maybe this was the beginning of a new chapter in their mother and son relationship. Maybe shocking the shit out of him, his mother sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. Maybe eventually, she'd allow him to make love to her. Maybe eventually, she'd allow him to fuck her too.

With their living arrangement changing, he imagined living with her as boyfriend and girlfriend. He imagined moving somewhere out of state where no one knew them where they could live out the rest of their lives together as husband and wife. He'd love to have a real love affair and a sexual relationship with his mother that not only included mother and son love but also boyfriend and girlfriend or husband and wife sex. He didn't want or need any other woman but his mother.

'I love you, Mommy,' he imagined saying before changing again it to, 'I love you, Emma.'

Imagining them making love, fucking, sucking, and licking, he'd love nothing more than to be sexually intimate with his mother. He'd love nothing more than to sleep with his mother every night. He'd love nothing more than to go to bed with her at night and wake up with her the next morning. He'd love to do everything with his mother in the way that he did everything with Ginger.

'Wow,' he thought while thinking of sleeping with his mother in the same bed, going shopping, out to eat, and to the movies with his mother.

With his cock pressed tightly against her ass, he imagined spooning her while sleeping with her. He imagined feeling her sexy, shapely body through her thin, sheer, cotton nightgown and going to sleep with his hand on her breasts while fingering her nipples. He imagined turning for her to spoon him. He imagined her going to sleep with her hand inside of his pajama bottoms on his naked prick. He'd love to fall asleep with his mother's fingers wrapped around his stiff prick and his cock in his mother's hand. He imagined them having sex every night and every morning.

'I love you, Emma,' he imagined saying before French kissing her.

'I love you, Michael,' he imagined his mother saying before returning his deep, wet kiss.

He imagined making out with his mother every morning and every night. He imagined fingering his mother's pussy before licking his mother's cunt. He imagined his mother stroking his cock before sucking his prick. He imagined mounting his mother one day, her taking his cock in hand to slip inside of her warm, wet pussy, and making love to his mother. He imagined his mother rolling him over and sitting on top of him to fuck him, really fuck him hard and fast.

He imagined her big, naked breasts bouncing up and down and swaying from side to side. He imagined reaching up his horny hands to harness them while feeling them, fondling them, and fingering her nipples. Then, he imagined rolling her over and fucking his mother. He imagined really pounding her pussy until she screamed his name in orgasmic pleasure.

'Oh, Michael. Oh, Michael. Fuck me, Michael. Fuck me,' he imagined his mother saying. 'Fuck me harder. Fuck me faster. Fuck me, Michael, fuck me.'

He imagined the pillow talk he'd have with his mother in the way that he had sexy pillow talk with Ginger.

'I love fucking you, Mother,' he imagined saying to his mother. Then, replacing her as his lover instead of his mother, instead, he called her by first name. "I love fucking you, Emma. I love it when you suck my cock. I love cumming in your mouth,' he imagined saying while sliding a slow finger across her red, full lips. 'I love you, Emma."

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Hard for him to wrap his brain around it, he couldn't believe he was standing in his mother's bedroom in his underwear and with an erection. In the way he always stared at her big tits through her blouse and bra, he watched her look down at the impression his semi-erect cock made in his underwear. As soon as she stared at his bulge, his prick throbbed as if acknowledging his sexual lust for his mother. If he was already this sexually excited before his mother even removed any of her clothes, he could only imagine how sexually excited he'd be once she started undressing. He could only imagine how sexually excited he'd be once he saw all that he should never see of his mother.

'I can't believe this is happening,' he thought. 'This is my sexual fantasy come true.'

Obviously, the blind date she had with Vincent pulled her from her cloistered closet. As if she was a Catholic nun leaving the convent and the order and ready to have sex, his mother was free to spread her sexual wings. Only, instead of her choosing to have sex with Vincent or with some other man, she chose him. In the way he'd rather have sex with his mother than with Ginger or with any other woman, obviously with her standing her ready to undress, his mother would rather have sex with him. On the pretense of teaching one another how to give oral sex, his mother was finally ready to have sex with him.

In the way he stared at her big tits through her clothes, she stared at his bulging cock through his underwear. In the way he was ready to reach out his horny hand to feel her big breasts through her blouse, he was surprised when his mother didn't reach out her hand and take hold of his cock through his briefs. Just as he'd love nothing more than to touch, feel, and fondle his mother's body through her clothes, he'd love for his mother to touch, feel, and fondle his cock through his underwear. Just as he'd love to reach his hand in her bra to feel her naked breasts and finger her nipples, he'd love for his mother to reach her hand in his underwear to feel his naked cock.

If only by her focused stare, he half expected that she'd touch, feel fondle, and grope his hard, hairy prick through his underwear. Wishing she'd touch him in the way he couldn't' wait to touch her, when she didn't reach out her hand to touch and fondle his prick through his briefs, he was disappointed when she didn't make the next move. Taking her first touch as his green light to grope her, he'd love nothing more than to feel his mother's soft, loving hand on his growing hard cock.

In the way he'd love to stick his hand down his mother's blouse and bra, he'd love to his mother to stick her hand inside of his panties. In the way he'd love to feel her naked breasts while fingering her nipples, he'd love for his mother to wrap her fingers around his naked cock and slowly stroke him. In the way that Vincent had already done, he'd love to stick his hand down his mother's panties to feel her naked ass and finger her naked, warm, wet cunt.

Instead of turning to face him, as if she was alone in her room with her bad self, she stood facing the mirror. As if distancing herself from what she was about to do, by looking at herself in the mirror, she stared at her refection in the mirror as if he wasn't even there. With him an obvious pawn in her game of exhibitionism and in his game of voyeurism, he watched her reflection through the mirror as if he was fortuitous enough to have serendipitously happened by while she was undressing.

Not talking and not making a sound, he just watched. He just stared. He just leered and ogled his mother as if she was already standing there in her bra and panties, topless, or naked. Aside from him standing in her bedroom in his underwear and with an erection, instead of this being a planned moment of seduction between a mother and her son, this occasion felt more like an unanticipated one. He couldn't believe his mother was about to undress. He couldn't believe they were going to have oral sex.

'Suck my cock, Mom. Blow me, Emma. I can't wait to cum in your mouth,' he thought while he lustfully looked at his sexy mother.

Wide eyed and focused, he stared at his mother. As if his eyes were magnifying glasses beneath the hot sun instead of beneath the illumination of her bedroom light, if his mother was kindling, he would have set her ablaze. As if getting ready to go out instead of getting ready to have sex with her son, taking her sweet time sexually teasing him, she brushed her hair and redid her lipstick. So accustomed to fantasizing about her while masturbating himself, he watched her preen herself as if imagining he really wasn't there with his mother.

In the way she stared at herself in the mirror with her fingers poised on the top button of her low cut blouse, he could tell that she was going to finally reveal her bra clad breasts to him. He was going to see her tits. In the way she was ready to undress in front of him, he could tell that she was ready to give him a real show of her sexy, shapely body. Then, as if she was sexually teasing him, and no doubt she was, he watched her slowly unbutton each button of her blouse through her reflection in the mirror. A sight to behold, he felt as if he was watching a personalized version of his very own mother and son porn movie.

Not looking at him, never even glancing over at him even through her reflection in the mirror, as if he was the camera recording all of the action, she stared at the mirror as if she was playing a role. He watched her slowly and sexily unbuttoned the first button. As if she was fixing her bra or rubbing crème on her breasts, he watched her reach her hand inside of her blouse. He watched her slide her hand over the tops of her bra clad breasts in the way he couldn't wait to slide his hand over the tops of her big tits.

Not wasting any time with small talk in her slow striptease, as if she had done this before or had practiced stripping herself naked in the mirror, she unbuttoned the next button. Something he never thought he'd ever see, he couldn't believe his mother was unbuttoning her blouse in front of him. As soon as her second button was undone, sexually teasing him even more, she flared open the top of her blouse. As if she was a Mrs. Nude America beauty contestant, in the wave of her beautiful hands, she opened her blouse. In one deliberate motion, she exposed the tops of her meaty breasts, her long line of cleavage, and the top of her white, low cut bra to his horny eyes.

'Oh, my God,' he thought. 'Something I never thought I'd see, I'm finally going to see my mother in her bra.'

As if she was done undressing, she stood there looking at herself in the mirror. In the way he was admiring the tops of her breasts, her long, sexy line of sexy cleavage, and the top of her bra, she admired herself too. Something she had never revealed to him before, he couldn't believe she was revealing to him now. As soon as she unbuttoned her next button, he'd be rewarded with the sight of the entirety of her 36 D cup, bra clad breasts.

'God, my mother has such big, beautiful tits,' he thought while staring at her unbuttoned reflection.

He loved big tits and with his mother having big tits, he loved his mother's bit tits. He couldn't wait to see them. He couldn't wait to touch them, feel them, fondle them, grope them, and suck them. His mother's big breasts were just as big as Ginger's big breasts. Eager to see his mother's big tits, he couldn't wait for her to remove her bra. With just two more buttons to unbutton, his mother's blouse would be wide open. Instead of unbuttoning the next button, she turned to him.

"It just occurred to me," she said as she stopping her striptease to buttoned back her blouse. "As if we're on a date, you should be the one touching and feeling me through my clothes while kissing me. You should be the one undressing me," she said with a sexy laugh. "You should be the one to put me in the mood to have you finger my pussy while licking my pussy. You should be the one to put me in the mood to stroke your cock while sucking your cock," she said.

Obviously, she was already beginning her oral sex instruction in what he needed to do to get her in the mood to finger her pussy while licking her pussy. Obviously, she was already beginning her oral sex instruction in what he needed to do to get her in the mood to stroke his cock while sucking his cock. He couldn't believe this was really happening. He was about to have oral sex with his mother.

To be continued...

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