This is a true story of the incestuous sex that happened between a mother and her adult son. If you don't agree with a mother having sex with her adult son and an adult son having sex with his mother, if this story offends your sensibilities, then, please read another story. Only, if you had a MILF for a mother flashing you and was willing to have sex with you, I bet you'd have sex with her, too.

Truth or dare of the real events, exploring the teasing, recalling the flashing, coping with the forbidden lust, and submitting to the sexual seduction, we all have the same sexual, incestuous fantasies. This story is everything that you'd want and need to know about mother and son sex having incestuous sex. Other than the psychology behind why a mother would want to have sex with her adult son and why an adult son would want to have sex his mother, this is the definitive example and a realistic examination of mother and son sex.

With us all victims of Freud's mother and son theories and Shakespeare's Hamlet plays where Oedipus marries his mother, we'd all like to see our fathers' make room and give us a sexual shot as Mom. For you to be reading this mother and son incest story, obviously, you imagine having sex with your mother. You'd like to see your mother naked. You'd like to touch and feel her while she strokes and sucks you. You'd like to have sex with your mother. Admittedly, no secret there, we'd all like to have sex with our mothers.

We'd all like to make love to our mothers before fucking them hard and fast. We'd all like to give our mothers a sexual orgasm with our fingers, our tongues, and our cocks. We'd all like to touch, feel, fondle, and suck their naked tits. We'd all like our mothers to stroke our cocks before sucking our cocks and fucking our cocks. We'd all like to cum in our mothers' mouths and give them a cum baths.

After all, for you to be reading this story on an erotic, story site, you enjoy the forbidden, sexual fantasy of having sex with your mother. We're not psychologists or psychiatrists. We don't care about the underlying reasons why mothers have sex with their adult sons and why adult sons have sex with their mothers. We only care that they do. We're incestuous perverts. We only care about illicit sex. We only care about mothers having incestuous sex with their sons.

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There's no harm in living vicariously through the characters in this story while wishing that was you having forbidden sex with your mother. It's healthy to imagine what it would feel like to have sex with your mother while masturbating yourself. It's sexually exciting to imagine your mother flashing you her panty clad pussy, her naked cunt, her bra clad breasts, and her naked tits.

We all want to see our mothers in their panties and bras. We all want to see our mothers in their short, sheer, low-cut, sexy nightgowns without having the modesty to wear a robe over it. We all want to see our mothers topless. We all want to see our mothers naked. We all want to touch, feel, fondle, and grope their naked bodies while having illicit sex with them.

While continuing to masturbate ourselves, we imagine seeing their panties in up-skirts peeks and their naked pussies in up-nightgown views. While stroking our cocks, we imagine touching, feeling, and fingering our mothers' pussies through her panties. We imagine seeing down-blouse views of their long, line of sexy cleavages and their low-cut bras. We imagine touching and feeling our mothers' tits and fingering their nipples through their bras. We imagine seeing down-nightgown views of their naked tits, our mothers' naked tits, their areolas, and their nipples.

While masturbating ourselves, we imagine exposing our naked pricks to our mothers. We imagine having sex with our mothers. We imagine them looking at our cocks and staring at our exposed pricks. We imagine them touching our cocks, wrapping their long, manicure fingers around our stiff pricks, and stroking us before sucking us and fucking us.

We don't care why some mothers have sex with their adult sons. We're just glad that some mothers do. We don't care why some mothers sexually tease and flash their sons and why some sons expose themselves to their mothers, we're just glad to read about the sexy, incestuous games that some mothers and sons play. We don't care why some mothers fuck and suck their sons, we're just glad that they do. We don't care why some adult sons lick, finger, and fuck with their mothers' cunts, we're just sexually excited to read about them having incestuous sex.

Leaving no stone unturned and exposing everything to everyone, this story is the real truth behind mother and son sex. I should know. Hardly a virgin, I'm sexually experienced with incestuous sex. Having been sexually abused as an adult by my brother, my uncle, and my cousin, as if I had a sign on my forehead, sexually abuse me, it's never just one abuser. As if we're marked and easily identifiable, sexual abusers inherently know and readily can find their next victim.

As if kissed by a vampire, enlisting me to be a sexual abuser, too, instead of them sucking my blood, they forced me to suck their cocks. Instead of swallowing my blood, by pushing down the back of my head, they forced me to swallow their cum. A sister who had sex with her brother, a niece who had sex with her uncle, and a cousin who had sex with her cousin, I've had a long, tainted history of having incestuous sex with blood, related relatives.

Now, that I'm a mother, an incestuous whore, who willingly, freely, and voluntarily had incestuous sex with her adult son, I've embraced and joined the dark side of sex by having incestuous sex. By having sex with my son, the mother and son incest experience has given me insight why my brother, uncle, and cousin would want to and had sex with me. In the way that I was once an incestuous victim, my son is an incestuous victim too. In the way they turned me, I turned him.

Yet, with me not kicking and screaming when taken by my relatives, my son wasn't refusing to be taken by me neither. If anything, in the way that I was a willing victim of incestuous sex, he was a willing victim too. My adult son willingly, freely, and voluntarily had sex with me, not once, but dozens of times. It wasn't as if I raped him and it surely wasn't as if he raped me, fated to happen, he wanted to have sex with me as much as I wanted to have sex with him.

"I love you, Mommy," said my son.

He put a suggestive hand to my shoulder and, knowing what he wanted, I obediently obeyed and moved to my knees.

"I love you, Anthony," I said.

I stared up at him with my big, brown eyes while taking his erect prick in my hand to stroke him before taking his throbbing cock in my mouth to suck him.

"Suck me, Mom. Suck my cock. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth," he said. "Blow me, Mom. Blow me."

He put a gentle hand behind my brunette, pretty head while lovingly humped my mouth and gently fucked my face. Knowing how much he loves my big tits, I removed my breasts from my nightgown top. While I continued blowing him, he felt and fondled my breasts while fingering my erect nipples. It wasn't long before ejaculated a load of cum in my mouth. Swallowing him, I licked him clean.

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For those who have a problem with mother and son incest stories, this is your chance to read another story. For those who have a problem with a mother having sex with her adult son, at the time, we were both consenting adults. Not proud nor ashamed of having sex with my son, many mothers' and sons' sexual fantasy, we had incestuous sex. With us both adults we had consensual sex when he was twenty-something and I was forty-something.

So what? What does it matter? What's the big deal? It's just sex. Who cares? Besides, what is it to you? Mind your own business. How dare you judge me? Unless you're masturbating yourself while reading this story, keep your judgments to yourself. No doubt, you'd feel differently if I was your mother and you were my son. No doubt, you'd feel differently if I was sucking and fucking you while allowing you to lick and fuck me.

What we sexually do behind my closed, bedroom door is none of anyone's business. With us both in between lovers, lonely, sexually frustrated, and horny, at the time, we had been drinking when one sexy, sexual thing led to another sexy, sexual thing. Opening the incestuous floodgates, even though it was something that we obviously both wanted, it wasn't planned or discussed, spreading like wildfire, it just happened spontaneously. Then, once we had sex, inspired sex, the best kind of sex, we discussed it and talked about it while planning on having sex again.

There, baring my soul and clearing my conscience, I wrote it. I had forbidden sex with my adult son and he had incestuous sex with me, his mother. Now, it's out there for everyone to know, digest, comment on, and judge. I had forbidden sex with my son and my son had incestuous sex with me. Trust me, if you had a mother who looked like me, you'd want to have sex with her too. If you had a son who looked like my son, you'd want to have sex with him too.

Truly, the best sex I ever had, I loved having sex with him as much as he loved having sex with me. As much as I loved making love to him, I loved fucking him. I loved sucking him as much as he loved eating me, making love to me, and fucking me. I loved him cumming in my mouth, giving me a cum bath, and cumming all over my face and across my naked breasts.

With it happening so long ago, as if happening to someone else, I no longer have any guilt, shame, embarrassment, or remorse. Yet, even though it happened so long ago, forever present in my incestuous mind, I remember having forbidden sex with him as if happened yesterday. Wishing I could have sex with him again, I still masturbate over having sex with my son in the way that I know he still, no doubt, masturbates over having sex with me, his mother.

Not embarrassed by it nor ashamed of it, nonetheless, we never told anyone that we had sex, not even my husband, my son's father, especially not my husband. Few would appreciate the reasons and the circumstances behind a mother having sex with her adult son, especially not my husband. Against all societal norms, most people wouldn't understand a son having sex with his mother. Those who would never have incestuous sex with a blood, related relative would think us as sick and sexually depraved.

With me always so sexually frustrated, with him always so horny, and with us always home alone, it was obvious that we were sexually attracted to one another. Only a matter of time for something to happen, in the way that I sexily looked at him, he lustfully looked at me. Seemingly, every time we were alone, we couldn't keep our hands off of one another. Seemingly, every time we were alone, we had sex. Taking full responsibility, with it all my fault, it started when I made the first, incestuous, sexual move.

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If it wasn't inappropriate behavior enough being sexually attracted to my son, I was nervous about making the first, sexual move and crossing the incestuous line. Even though I knew he sexually wanted me and wanted incestuous sex as much as I sexually wanted him and wanted forbidden sex, if I waited for him to make the first move, he never would. It was up to me to see if he shared my sexual attraction.

Yet, unsure how far he'd willing go, if I made the first sexual move, would he want me or reject me? Would he be disgusted by my sexual attempts to seduce him? Would he think of me as the incestuous whore that I am for daring to have sex with my son? Or would he embrace me, strip me naked, and have incestuous sex with me?

I didn't know. I had no clue. I only knew that I had to try. I needed to know if he was as sexually attracted to me as I was sexually attracted to him. I needed to know if he'd have incestuous sex with me in the way that I'd have forbidden sex with him. My only clue that he was interested in having sex with me was every time I flashed him and showed him something that he shouldn't see of me, he was looking. He was staring. He was leering and he had an erection.

I tested the forbidden water to judge the temperature of his incestuous lustful desire and sexual interest by sexually teasing him. Something that all women do and are good at doing, I flashed him bits and pieces of my sexy and shapely, underwear clad body while making my flashes appear unintentional and accidental. I sat across from him in the living room with my knees parted just enough for him to see my panties when wearing my short skirt or my naked pussy when wearing my sexy nightgown.

Teasing him, every time I uncrossed and crossed my legs, I'd flash him something he shouldn't see of his mother. Every time I crossed and uncrossed my legs, he looked. He stared. He leered. In that moment, coinciding with him getting an erection, I could tell that he sexually wanted me as much as I sexually wanted him. I had fun flashing him my panty clad pussy or my naked cunt while making my flashing appear accidental.

Judging his sexual interest and in him wanting to see more by his fixated stare and by the size of the bulge in his pants, I knew he was enjoying my sexy show. When he looked, stared, leered, and didn't look away, I had him hooked. I knew he was as sexually interested in me as much as I was sexually attracted to him. A sexy game we both enjoyed playing, showing him no mercy, I had fun sexually teasing him.

First, while making my flashes appear unintentional, I flashed him up-skirt peeks of my bright, white, bikini panties. Then, acting unaware, I flashed him down-blouse views of my long, line of sexy cleavage and low-cut bra. After pre-loosening my bra for it to fall open even more, the lower I leaned and the longer I stayed in that position, having practiced down-blouse move in my bedroom mirror, I knew he could see my areolas and nipples.

Clearly, I had his sexual interest. He not only looked, he stared. He not only stared, he leered. The more he stared, the more I wanted him to see. After flashing him my underwear clad body and most of the size and the shape of my naked tits, I knew he wanted to see more. Clearly, he wanted to see as much of me as I wanted to him to see. Continuing my flashing show, whenever I wore my sexy, short, and sheer, low-cut nightgown without having the modesty to wear a robe, I flashed him my naked pussy and my naked tits.

After a while, he disappeared in his room or in the bathroom to masturbate over all that he saw and all that he was seeing of his mother. While imagining him rubbing one off, I could hear him stroking his cock. Feeling the vibration of the house when he was masturbating harder and faster before cumming, as if I was masturbating him, I could literally feel him pulling his prick. Wishing I had the nerve to barge in his bedroom or in the bathroom, I wanted to masturbate my son.

Not stopping the sexy show of exhibitionism there, next, as if forgetting to close my door, I dressed with my bedroom door ajar and open enough for him to see if he was looking, and he was. Acting oblivious to his stares, making my flashes appear accidental, I walked around my bedroom naked. I deliberately, immorally, and immodestly exposed my naked tits, ass, and pussy to him.

Then, when he didn't move away from my bedroom door, knowing he was still watching, sexually teasing him, I leaned and bent at the waist. I flashed him more of my naked ass and the back of my naked pussy. While hoping to entice him to make the next incestuous, sexual move, I showed him as much as he wanted to see.

The next incestuous, sexual progression, we quickly went from looking to touching and from touching to fondling, feeling, and groping. Nearly every time we were alone, he was always holding me, hugging me, kissing me, touching me, feeling me, rubbing me, and massaging me. Nearly every time we were alone, I was always holding him, hugging him, kissing him, touching him, feeling him, rubbing him, and massaging him. With our hugging and kissing not deemed sexual, it was nothing more than the loving affection of a mother and son.

Then, we started drinking together. Using alcohol as our excuse to have illicit sex, one thing quickly led to another thing. We had sex not just once but dozens of times while my husband, his father, was working, out drinking, sleeping, or passed out drunk. Even though I was his mother, my son was much more than my son. He was my lover and my best friend. Whenever he was horny and I was sexually frustrated, we were one another's fuck buddies.

With no other woman like me, one of a kind, I was his mother. With him able to trust me completely, who better for my son to have sex with than with his mother? With no other man like him, one of a kind, he was my son. With me able to trust him completely, who better for me to have sex with than with my son?

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In the sexy way that I looked when dressed in my sexually revealing outfits, no doubt, with him seldom home and out drinking with his friends, my husband must have known that I was cheating on him. With me smelling of perfume mixed with sexual arousal, and him smelling of beer and cheap women, how could he not know that I was stepping out on him in the way that he was stepping out on me? Yet, of all the men to be sucking and fucking, he never suspected that I'd be cheating on him with our own son.

Seriously. Think about it. What kind of mothers have sex with their own sons? Actually, you'd be surprised how many mothers have sex with their sons, even some celebrities. Truth be told, lots of mothers have sex with their sons. What kind of sons have sex with their own mothers? Actually, again, you'd be surprised how many sons have sex with their mothers. Lots of sons have sex with their mothers, even some celebrities.

With mothers always lonely and sexually unsatisfied, who can blame mothers for having sex with their sons? With sons always horny and sexually frustrated, who can blame sons for having sex with their mothers. With the philosophy of any port in a storm, sex is a natural way to pass the time. With mothers and sons always alone, going with the flow, the sexual temptations are sometimes too great not to submit to their base, sexual emotions.

"Stroke me, Mom. Blow me. Suck my cock. I need to cum in your mouth," said Anthony, Natalie's son.

She laughed.

"I'll gladly stroke you, blow you, and allow you to cum in my mouth after you fuck me. Yet, first you must finger my pussy while licking my pussy," said Natalie. "First you must give me a sexual orgasm with your fingers and your tongue. Then, I'll give you the best blowjob you ever had and will ever have in your life."

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Without knowing us and without knowing any of the details behind our incestuous relationship, most people would unduly judge us and accuse us of being emotionally needy and mentally disturbed. Most people wouldn't understand our sexual attraction. Even though some men may think my son lucky for having incestuous sex with his mother, most men would think my son a pervert for crossing the incestuous line, and they'd be right. Even though some women would think me lucky for having incestuous sex with my son, most women would think me a whore for crossing the incestuous line, and they'd be right too.

Yet, truth be known, while many women wish they could have illicit sex with their adult sons, many adult sons wish they could have incestuous sex with their mothers. Even though they never would, at one lonely period, one horny time, one inebriated evening, or one weak moment, many mothers and sons would have sex with one another. If nothing more than a sexual fantasy, the thought of having sex with one's own son or one's own mother is sexually arousing enough to masturbate over when thinking about crossing the incestuous line and going through with it.
You don't believe me? You think because this is a work of fiction that I'm making up all of this? Then, let's test my theory, shall we? Go ahead, I dare you to test my theory. With the proof in the pudding, I double dare you to test my theory with your mother. Are you ready? Let's begin.

When coming home late at night, with your mother worried about you, and waiting up for you in her short, sheer, low-cut, sexy nightgown, pretend you've been drinking. Her nightgown is so sheer that she's practically naked, especially when standing in front of the bright light of the TV. As if she's your girlfriend or your lover, take her in your arms. Go ahead. Touch her and feel her but not sexually, just yet.

Don't be shy. Don't hold back. This is your mother and not some stranger. Trust me, if she's as sexually attracted to you as you're sexually attracted to her, she'll allow you to do practically anything to her.

Now, hug her and hold her. Show her all the affection that she deserves and no doubt craves. Shower her with kisses on her cheeks, her forehead, and her neck, especially on her neck. Let's see what she does. Does she look at you all doughy eyed while hoping you'll kiss her lips? Can you tell if she sexually wants you as much as you sexually want her?

Whether you kiss her lips or not is your call. You'd have to know your mother to know if she wanted you to kiss her in that sexually, romantic way. Then, if you do kiss her, see if she returns your kiss with her kiss. If she kisses you in the way that you're kissing her, try parting her lips with your tongue. Go ahead and French kiss your mother. What do you have to lose? Either she'll allow you to French kiss her or she won't. Either she'll return your French kiss with her French kiss or she won't.

Not only is she your mother but also, she's a woman with sexual wants, needs, and desires. Trust me, if she allows to French kiss her, I guarantee she sexually wants you. If she allows you to French kiss her and returns your French kiss with her French kiss, I guarantee you'll be having incestuous sex with your mother. With it all in her kiss, there's only one way to know how far you'll get with your mother.

Understandably, if you're uncomfortable kissing her, especially French kissing your mother in such a sexual way, instead, reach out and touch her. Go ahead, I dare you. Feel her ass. Squeeze her ass. Grope her ass.

What do you have to lose? She may want you to feel her ass as much as you want to feel her ass. Either she'll allow you to feel her ass or she'll slap your hand away and pull away from you.

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I double dare you to slide your horny hand across your mother's nightgown clad ass while fondling her buttocks. If she doesn't slap your hand away but jokingly scolds you instead, trust me, that's a good sign. While still French kissing her, she may even allow you to lift the back of her nightgown and feel, fondle, and squeeze her naked ass. You'd like that, wouldn't you? Knowing you, after feeling her ass, you'd probably finger her pussy, too. Only, not yet. Let's not rush things.

If she allows you to feel, fondle and squeeze her naked ass, then, no doubt, she'll want you to feel and fondle her tits, too. Go ahead, grab a handful of her nightgown clad breasts. They're so big. They're so firm. You never knew how good your mother's tits felt until now that you're touching them, feeling them, and fondling them. Of course, this works better if you're kissing her, French kissing her, at the same time that you're feeling her tits.

A telling sign, if her nipples respond by erecting themselves, you have it made. If her nipples erect, go ahead and finger them. If your mother allows you to finger her nipples, then, that's proof positive that she sexually wants you. This is your chance to sexually seduce your mother. This is your chance to make her wet and get her in the mood. Pull them, turn them, and twist them before leaning down to suck her nipples through her nightgown.

Look at that, running past first base, second base, third base, and on your way home, you not only kissed your mother but also, you French kissed your mother. You not only touched, felt, fondled, squeezed, and groped her ass but also, you felt and fondled her tits while fingering and sucking her nipples. Trust me, I know for a fact, as my brother, uncle, and cousin did with me and I did with my son, if she allows you to get this far, she'll allow you to go even further.

Now, pull open her nightgown top and look inside to see what you can see. Did you see her naked tits? Did you see her erect nipples? Did she make any attempt to stop you by closing her nightgown top? If not, then stick your horny hand inside the top of her nightgown and feel and fondle her naked breasts while fingering her erect nipples. Obviously, for you to go this far without her stopping you or even feebly protesting you touching, feeling, and fondling her naked tits while fingering her nipples, your mother sexually wants you as much as you sexually want her.

Now, for the real incestuous mother and son test. See what she does when you put her hand on your cock through your jeans and hold her hand in place. Do it. Just do it. Does she leave her hand there or does she pull it away? Does she freely, willingly, and voluntarily fondle your erection through your jeans with her fingertips?

Now, if you dare, continue with the second part of the real mother and son incest test. Not for the faint of heart, with you pretending that you had too much to drink, unzip yourself and pull out your cock. Go ahead. Do it. Just do it.

I dare you to pull out your prick in front of your mother. I double dare you to expose your erect cock to her. I dare you to stroke your prick to an erection in front of your mother while she watches. That's right. Expose yourself to your mother. Show her your prick. Is she looking? Is she staring? Allow her to watch you stroking your prick. Let her see what she created. What she does next will tell you all that you need to know.

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Did she look at your naked prick or did she look away? Did she stare at your exposed cock or just glance at it? If she stared at your exposed, erect, naked prick, then that's a good sign. If she didn't take you in her hand and wrap her fingers around your swollen dick, then do it for her. With her staring at it, she obviously wants to touch it, feel it, fondle it, and stroke it.

Do it. Just do it. Don't be shy. If she doesn't pull her hand away, then, she sexually wants you as much as you sexually want her. If she fondles the head of you cock with her fingertips while slowly stroking you, then you have it made. Next, she'll be blowing your before fucking you.

Seriously, think about it, with the world a dangerous place filled with disease, drugs, drunkenness, and death, where can one go to have a good, sexual, safe time? With the world a dangerous place filled with demanding and diabolical men, who can women trust to be kind, loving, and gentle with them? With the world a dangerous place filled with deceiving and difficult women, who can men trust to be their lovers, wives, friends, and fuck buddies?

Whether addicted to drugs and/or to alcohol, seemingly, the world is indeed, a dangerous place with desperate people. With everyone wanting to be someone else, with the world filled with despicable people, depression, and despair, most everyone is a thief, a criminal, and/or a liar. With no one watching out for you, everyone is watching out for themselves. Seemingly, all at your expense, everyone is out to get something from you for nothing.

Instead of hooking up with a whore who only wants you for your money, why not hook up with your mother, a woman who only wants you? No woman will love you like your mother. Instead of sexually hooking up with a man who will treat her like a whore, why not sexually hook up with her son who will treat her like a Goddess? No man will love her like her son.

I dare write, a normal progression in a world gone mad, a mother having sex with her son and a son having sex with his mother is the least of our worries and problems. A mother having sex with her son and a son having sex with his mother is a natural thing and a much safer alternative than sexually trusting yourself to a stranger. A mother having sex with her son and a son having sex with his mother is a beautiful thing when the sex is between consenting adults.

"I love you, Mommy. Stroke my cock, Mom. Suck my prick. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth," said Anthony.

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Now that my son is married with children, even with me a grandmother, that still doesn't change who I am. In the way that I deliberately, immorally, immodestly, and continually sexually teased him by flashing him bits and pieces of my sexy, underwear clad body, I loved flashing my son my panty clad ass, pussy, and bra clad breasts. With flashing him bits and pieces of my sexy and shapely underwear clad body never enough, I loved flashing him my naked tits, ass, and pussy. Always making my flashes appear accidental and unintentional, I drove him mad with incestuous lust.

Yet, with me horny enough to do so, not sexually satisfied just flashing my son, something even my son doesn't know, long before he was born, I loved flashing unsuspecting men my naked ass, tits, and pussy. A side effect of being sexually abused, flashing is more common than you think. I loved masturbating on a nude beach while men gathered around me and watched me rubbing my clit, fingering my nipples, and fingerfucking my pussy. Depending on who they were, allowing them to touch me and feel me, sometimes, I'd stroke them, suck them, and even fuck them.

"God, I'm such a whore," said Natalie for no one to hear.

Taking my exhibitionism to an extreme by sometimes attending an XXX-rated movie alone, I allowed strangers to touch, feel, and masturbate me while I touched, felt, and masturbated them. I allowed strange men, men I didn't know and had never met, to cum in my mouth, across my naked breasts, and all over my face. Addicted to stroking, sucking, and fucking cock, you'll get no apologies or excuses from me. With me already so labeled after having crossed the incestuous line with my son, I'll always be a whore, an incestuous whore, for the rest of my life.

Yet, even after having sex with other men, I miss my son. I miss the way he looked at me and how he made me feel. I miss his gentle, loving touch. I miss his big, throbbing, pulsating, and hard, erect prick. I miss taking him in my hand before taking him in my mouth and before inserting him in my pussy. I miss stroking him, sucking him, and fucking him. I miss having sex with him. Truth be known, I'd still have sex with my son if he lived closer and if he still wanted to have sex with me.

Alas, with him no longer living with me but living out of state, and with my fear of flying since 9/11, he moved too far away for me to visit. No longer married to his father, I divorced his drunken ass as soon as my son married and moved away. I've had plenty of lovers since but, perhaps because our sex was illicit and incestuous, they all paled in comparison to the forbidden, sexual relationship that I had with my son. My son was the best lover I ever had and he told me that I was the best lover he ever had, too.

Now that my son is no longer around, the only sexual satisfaction I receive is when flashing unsuspecting men. Finding a dressing room with curtains and not closing the curtains all the way, the mall fitting rooms are my favorite places to flash. After flashing them, while making my flashes appear unintentional and accidental, I masturbate. I masturbate while recalling all the men I flashed. I masturbate over their surprised reactions to seeing my naked tits, ass, and/or pussy. Seemingly, with them all satisfied just looking, when flashing them, it's rare when a man touches me or gropes me.

Whenever horny and sexually frustrated, I still masturbate while remembering all the times we had sex. I still masturbate over my son making out with me while feeling me through my clothes before stripping me naked. Remembering it as if it happened yesterday, I still masturbate while recalling my son fingering my pussy while licking my cunt. I still masturbate over my son making love to me before fucking me. I still masturbate while imagining stroking him, sucking him, and fucking his cock. I still masturbate over my son cumming in my mouth, all over my face, and in my pussy.

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Please don't judge me for having had sex with my adult son. Blowing your mind, you'd be surprised, shocked actually, how many mothers have secretly had sex with their adult sons. You'd be astonished by how many mothers claim they'd never have sex with their adult sons but secretly wish they could have sex with their adult sons. You'd be amazed by how many mothers still masturbate themselves while sexually fantasizing of having illicit, incestuous sex with their adult sons.

Going one step further yet without crossing the incestuous line, as if a titillating, sexual game that mothers and sons play, you'd be surprised, shocked actually, by how many mothers sexually tease and entice their adult sons. You'd be astonished by how many mothers deliberately flash their sons continual up-skirt peeks of their panties and/or constant down-blouse views of their bras and cleavage while making it appear unintentional and/or accidental. Going to an extreme, you'd be amazed by how many mothers deliberately flash their sons their naked tits, asses, and/or pussies but stop before going too far and before crossing the incestuous line.

You'd be surprised by how many sons have secretly had sex with their mothers. You'd be astonished by how many sons claim they'd never have sex with their mothers but secretly wish they could have sex with their mothers. You'd be amazed by how many sons deliberately flash their mothers their naked pricks and/or allow them to deliberately catch them masturbating and cumming but stop before crossing the incestuous line. Still reliving the sexual fantasy years later in their horny minds, you'd be stunned by how many sons still masturbate themselves while sexually fantasizing of having illicit, incestuous sex with their mothers.

As if you've never done anything like this or would never do anything like that with your mother, I see you shaking your head in judgmental disbelief while looking so smug. Answer me this, then. When your mother was getting out of her bed, was having a wardrobe malfunction with her nightgown, and you saw her naked breasts and/or her naked pussy, did you look? Did you stare? Did you think that was an accident?

When she dressed and/or undressed with her bedroom door ajar or wide open, and you saw more of her than you ever saw of your mother before, did you look? Did you stare? Did you think that her flashing you her naked body was accidental and/or unintentional and not deliberate? Did you think you were lucky to see all that you saw of your naked mother? Did you think you were at the right place at the right time?

With your Mom sitting across from you and, with her comfortable in her own home and not sitting like a lady while flashing you her panty clad pussy or her naked cunt, did you look? Be honest now. Did you stare? Did you undress the rest of her with your eyes? Tell me the truth. Did you masturbate over all that you saw of your mother later that night and/or early the next morning while imagining having sex with her naked body?

Seemingly, it doesn't matter what your mother looks like. She's your mother. Whether she's short, obese, and/or ugly, has big tits or small tits, has a big ass or no ass, for various reasons, many sons want to have sex with their mothers. Something we all, seemingly, have no control over, whatever the reasons, as many mothers want to have sex with their sons as sons want to have sex with their mothers.

"Go figure."

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Be honest, did you ever had a dream that you were caught in a snowstorm and had to share a room, the last room that the motel had available, with your mother? A common incestuous fantasy, so sexy to watch her undressing, did you dream of her undressing in dark in front of you? Daring yourself to turn on the light, fearing her retribution, you didn't dare. Yet, even though the room was dark, once your eyes adjusted to the darkness, you could clearly see your mother undressing and watched her undress.

Did you dream that you had to sleep in the same bed with your mother? Did you dream that, during the night, her nightgown bunched up to the small of her back? With her not wearing panties, and her naked ass exposed, with your erect, pajama clad cock pressed up against her, you held your mother and spooned her?

You so wanted to pull out your prick, insert yourself in her pussy, and fuck her. Did you dream that you felt her tits and fingered her nipples in her sleep? Then, when you turned the other way, did you dream that she held you and spooned you too? Did you dream that she felt and fondled the head of your cock in her sleep?

All normal dreams to have, did you ever dream of seeing your mother in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked? Did you ever dream of having incestuous sex with her? Did you ever dream of making out with your mother while touching and feeling her everywhere? Did you ever dream of cumming in her mouth before cumming in her pussy?

Did you ever dream of going parking with your mother and making out with her while touching and feeling her everywhere? Did you ever dream of going to a nude beach with her and having sex with her on the beach and/or in the water? Did you ever dream of watching porn with your mother while masturbating one another? No doubt, in the way that you have had those dreams, she's had them too.

Be honest, when your mom wore a low-cut blouse and leaned over you to serve you food or something to drink, did you stare at all that you could see of her tits, your mother's tits? While imagining touching them and feeling them, did you leer at all that you could see of the tops of her abundant breasts, her low-cut bra, and her long line of sexy cleavage? While continuing to stare as if you had X-ray vision, were you hoping to see her areolas and/or nipples? Was your continued surveillance rewarded? Did you see her areolas and/or nipples?

When she wore her short skirt and leaned at the waist in front of you to pick up something she dropped, did you lean down to see what more you could see of your mother? Did you stare at the back of her panty clad ass and her panty clad pussy? Did you wish that you could reach out to finger her panty clad pussy and feel her panty clad ass? Later that night or early the next morning, did masturbate over all that you saw of your mother's panty clad ass and cunt?

When she wore her short, sheer, low-cut, sexy nightgown without having the modesty to wear a robe, a bra, or panties, did you stare at all that you could see of her naked ass, her naked tits, and her naked pussy? Did you stare at the impressions of your mother's erect nipples? With her nipples erect and begging to be touched, fingered, and sucked, did you think she was cold or sexually excited? Chances are she was sexually aroused by showing you all that she wanted you to see of her and all that you were seeing of her.

When she sat across from you or leaned over you while wearing her nightgown, did you stare at all that you could see of her naked tits? When she bent at the waist in front of you, did you stare at all that you could see of your mother's naked ass and cunt? When sitting beside her on the couch and cuddling while watching a movie late at night in the dark, did you remove your cock from your pajama bottoms while hoping your mother would look and/or take you in her hand? Did she stare at your naked prick?
When sitting beside her on the couch and cuddling while watching a movie late at night in the dark, did you cover her with a throw? Did you deliberately drag the throw along her thigh and raise the hem of her nightgown to her naked pussy? Mere inches away from her naked pussy, did you leave your hand on her naked thigh while daring yourself to touch her and finger her?

Afraid to touch her naked pussy, your mother's naked cunt, did you wish you could finger your mother's cunt. Did you wish you could masturbate her? Then, when she rested her head in your lap, did you wish she'd stroke you while blowing you? Be honest. Wouldn't you like to cum in your mother's mouth while feeling her naked breasts and fingering her nipples?

When your mother rested her head in your lap, and you thought she was sleeping, it wasn't because she was tired. Then, with her pretending that she was sleeping, did you dare touch and feel your mother through her nightgown where you'd never touch and feel her if you thought she wasn't asleep? Wishing you could stick your cock in her mouth, did you touch her lips with your fingertips?

Perhaps going where no son should go with his mother, unable to help yourself, as soon as she opened her mouth as if she was snoring or yawning, did you fill her open mouth with your cock? Thinking your mother was giving you a sleeping blowjob, she was wide awake. While pretending she was sleeping, she not only allowed you to cum in her mouth but also, she wanted you to cum in her mouth. Seriously, unless she was drugged, what woman sleeps while giving a man a blowjob?

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When your Mom wore her one-piece bathing suit or her sexy bikini, did you wonder what she looked like naked? When she asked you to put suntan lotion on her back, shoulders, and legs, did you touch and feel more than just her back, shoulders, and legs? Did you feel the sides of her breasts while wishing you could finger her nipples? Did you feel the portion of her ass not covered by her bathing suit while wishing you could finger her pussy?

As her adult son, when playing Marco Polo with her in the pool, did you feel her tits and/or her ass? Did you inappropriately, sexually touch her and feel her where no son should touch and feel their mother on the pretense that you had your eyes closed during the game? When it was her turn to close her eyes, did she touch, feel, and/or grope your bathing suit clad cock while making it appear unintentional and/or accidental because her eyes were closed?

Pretending you had something important to tell her, something that couldn't wait until she was decent, did you spy on your mother when she was dressing or undressing by barging in her bedroom without knocking? Did you ever install a hidden camera in her bedroom and bathroom and watched her dress and undress on your computer? Pretending you had to pee really bad, while hoping to see even more of your mother's naked body than you've ever seen before, did you barge in her bathroom while she was bathing or showering?

Then, when you saw something of your mother that you shouldn't have seen, did you masturbate while imagining having sex with your mother? Wanting to return the sexual favor, were you sexually excited enough to flash her your naked prick? Did you allow her to deliberately catch you masturbating yourself? Did you deliberately allow your mother to catch you cumming while calling her name?

"Oh, Natalie. I want you, Mom. Suck my cock Natty. Blow me. I need to make love to you. I need to fuck you. I'm cumming mother. I'm cumming," said Anthony.

Tell me the truth and be honest, when your mother returned home drunk, horny, and sexually frustrated from watching a CFNM striptease show on her birthday, did she kiss you? Did she return your kiss with her kiss? Did you inappropriately touch and feel her through her clothes while kissing her? Did you French kiss her? Did you make out with your mother?

Not caring that she was helplessly drunk and at your sexual mercy, while hoping that she wouldn't remember, did you strip her naked when putting her to bed? If stripping her naked wasn't enough, did you put a suggestive hand to her shoulder and when she moved to her knees did you allow her to stroke you and blow you? Did you cum in your mother's mouth? Did she swallow your cum? Did you give your mother a cum bath? Did you sleep with her? Did you fuck her?

Now that so many years have passed, as if it was nothing more than a harmless, sexual fantasy, all of the above really happened between me and my son. I enjoy writing incestuous mother and son stories, and stepmother and stepson stories to read while I masturbate. Not guilty or ashamed, if I had to do it over again, I'd have sex with my son again.

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