Fooling Mom/Sis/Aunt/Cousin & Gran b

bySusanJillParker©

Worth the try, if she was the first woman to allow him to feel her tits while fingering her nipples, hopefully, that may be enough to curb his homosexual desires and stop him from turning gay. She was willing to go all the way. If she was first woman to suck his cock while he felt her tits, fingered her nipples, and allowed him to cum in her mouth, hopefully, that may be enough to cure his desire for the need of him blowing a man. A win/win for both, being that she was horny and sexually frustrated anyway, she'd happily blow him any time and as often as he wanted to save her son from himself.

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Totally exposed, as if she was a whore working in Al Swearengen's whorehouse in Deadwood, South Dakota, Mary climbed the stairs to her son's loft over the garage wearing nothing more than a nearly transparent, sexy, low-cut, short nightgown. As if she was climbing the stairs to the guillotine, perhaps feeling too nakedly exposed, instead of climbing the stairs to her son's room, clearly, she was filled with as much trepidation as she was filled with sexual excitement. Could she go through with it? Would she go through with it? Did she dare have incestuous sex with her son?

This was it. There was no turning back now. She was about to have sex with her son. With her practically naked, there was no other way to help him and to convert him than to have incestuous sex with him. As soon as she entered his room, once seeing his nearly naked mother, he'd surmise why she was there. Yet, as much as having sex with her son was forbidden and nasty, the mere thoughts of having sex with her son was sexually exciting. Truth be told, in the way that he couldn't wait to have sex with his mother, she couldn't wait to have sex with her son.

In the hopes of saving her son from turning gay, she was willing to give him sex. Yet, more than just sex between a man and a woman, she was ready to give him forbidden sex between a mother and her son. She was ready to allow him to not only see her naked breasts but also to fondle her naked breasts while fingering her nipples. She was ready to stroke his cock and even suck his cock if that's what it took for him not to turn gay. Ready to allow her son to cum in her mouth, she'd even swallow his cum to hopefully dissuade him from having oral sex with a man.

"Why have oral sex with a man when he could have oral sex with me any time he wanted? I'd stroke his cock and suck his cock as many times as it takes for him not to turn gay," she said while ready to go to his room.

Leaving nothing to the imagination, William wouldn't have to imagine what his mother looked like naked. In one quick glance or a prolonged, continual stare, he'd see all that she wanted him to see of her nearly naked, sexy body and all that he wanted to see of her shapely, naked body. Going along with the group, it was one thing to flash him her semi-naked and/or naked body when the others were around, but it was something else entirely to attempt to sexually seduce her son while alone with him in his room.

How dare she? How could she? What would he think of her if he's gay? What would he think of her if he's straight? Yet, as horny as she was sexually frustrated, as much having sex with her son was for him, it was for her too. She needed to suck his cock while he felt her tits and fingered her nipples as much as he hopefully needed a blowjob.

With her walking around him in her sheer, sexy nightgowns, in her panties and bras, topless, and even naked, never had she shown her son as much of her sexy and shapely body as she had shown him these past, few weeks. Continuing to show no modesty, morals, remorse, and/or shame, never had he seen as much of his mother's, beautiful, naked body. Then, playing her game of voyeurism with his game of voyeurism, he returned the sexually, incestuous favor of her exhibitionism with his exhibitionism.

While careful not to have an erection, exposing his cock to them all, he walked around his mother, his sister, his aunt, his cousin, and his grandmother in his briefs and even naked. In the way that they showed him their naked asses, their naked tits, and their naked pussies, he showed them his long, flaccid prick and his cum filled testicles. In the way that they sexually teased him and incestuously enticed him, he sexually teased them and incestuously enticed them too.

While he pretended to act disinterested in seeing so much of their semi-naked and naked bodies, they all stared at his big, limp dick. In the way that he tried not to stare at all that they were showing, as if they were all hungry for it, they never removed their eyes from his flaccid cock. Obviously, they sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted them.

Seemingly, by sexually ignoring them, he had sexually aroused the five women by flashing them his cock as much as they had sexually aroused him by flashing him their semi-naked and naked bodies. Seemingly, he had sexually aroused his mother enough by flashing her his naked cock to entice her to sexually seduce him under the guise that she was saving him from turning gay. Putting aside her modesty, her shame, her morality, and her remorse, she seemingly didn't care that she was his mother, that he was her son, and they were blood related. She seemingly didn't care that sex between them was forbidden.

No doubt, she'd look uncomfortably embarrassed by being alone with him in his room while practically naked. No doubt, instead of feeling like his mother, she'd feel like a whore. Clearly, she'd be unable to help from feeling like a whore that she was while wearing such a revealing nightgown in front of her son. Yet, if showing him her nearly naked body was what it took for him not to turn gay, she'd happily give him sex.

With her nightgown so short and so sheer, whether flashing him her tits or her pussy, she wouldn't be able to move without showing him some, forbidden part of her voluptuous body. Continually flashing her naked pussy and/or flashing him her naked breasts, she seemingly didn't care what he saw of her. Seemingly determined to convert him and change his sexual orientation, she seemingly was determined to seduce him. Saving him from himself, she was obviously willing to suck his cock and even allow him to cum in her mouth while he felt her tits and fingered her nipples.

With her married to a loving man before he suddenly died, something she thought she'd never be, horny and sexually frustrated, clearly, she was horny and sexually frustrated now. Something she thought she'd never do, have sex with her son, undoubtedly by her standing outside his front door while wearing this virtually transparent nightgown, she was obviously ready to have sex with him now. Hoping he'd offer her a drink, no doubt, she needed a drink to do what she was about to do. She took a big breath of fortitude and resolve to summon the courage to knock at his front door.

* * * * *

Her hands were sweating. Her pulse was racing. Her heart was beating out of her chest. In anticipation of her seducing her son and of them having sex, her nipples were erect and she already felt a familiar wetness between her thighs. With William looking so very much like his father, she hadn't had that kind of sexual reaction for a man in a long while. Ready to do whatever she needed to do to help her son, she knocked on his front door.

"Hello? William?" She knocked again. "Are you home? It's Mommy," she said as if he wouldn't recognize her voice and know who she was.

Besides, having eavesdropped in on their conversation, knowing she was coming to him tonight, he was already expecting her. Obviously knowing he was home with his car parked in the driveway, when he wasn't working or attending class, he was always home. Not waiting for his response inviting her inside, she opened his unlocked front door without knocking and closed his door behind her. In the way she shriveled her posture, instead of sticking out her chest as she usually did, as soon as she stepped in his brightly lit room, she obviously felt naked.

'Mommy,' he thought when she referred to herself as Mommy instead of as his mother.

Evoking the image of her being his mommy instead of his mother, he imagined being in bed with her and sucking her big tits. As if he was still a little boy, he imagined sleeping in the same bed with his mother. He imagined cuddling and spooning his mother while touching and feeling her everywhere a son should never touch and feel his mother through her nightgown. William opened his front door in readiness to greet his mother.

"Hello Mother. Nice to see you," said William as if he was Norman Bates, played by Freddie Highmore, and his mother was Norma Bates, played by Vera Farmiga, in the Bates Motel. "Wow! That's some sexy nightgown," he said.

Instead of saying nice to see you, he wanted to say, nice to see all of you but he didn't dare say that and risk making his mother feel uncomfortable enough to cover her nakedness from him. He wondered if his mother would really give him incestuous sex. He'd love nothing more than for his mother to suck his stiff prick while he felt her big tits and fingered her erect nipples.

Not missing an opportunity to ogle his mother, he took advantage of his compliment to stare at all that he could see of his nearly naked mother. Yet, not wanting to be caught leering, he looked away while trying his best not to stare long and hard enough to make him sexually excited enough to get an erection. Instead of looking at her as he'd look at his mother, he looked at her as if he was a customer and she was a whore in a whorehouse, a stripper on stage, or a prostitute he paid for the night.

"Thank you," she said beaming him a smile before looking down at herself as if looking to see what he could see of her.

Difficult for him not to stare at all that she was showing, yet not wanting to ruin his gay image, he tried not to stare at all that he was seeing of his MILF of a mother through her sheer, sexy nightgown. Instead, he stared at her pretty face while making contact with her big, brown eyes. Then, when she broke eye contact and looked away, he stared at all that he could see of his mother. Even though he had seen his mother topless and naked over these past few weeks, it was even more sexually arousing to see her wearing something so sheer and so sexy.

Noticing all that she was showing through the sheerness of her nightgown, while enjoying the free show, when she wasn't looking, he glanced at the size and shape of her naked breasts. Difficult not to stare, he glanced at the big impressions his mother's nipples made in her sheer nightgown. Again, difficult not to stare, he glanced at what he could see through her nightgown of her dark patch of trimmed, brown, pubic hair. Obviously, by her erect nipples, either she was cold or she sexually aroused and horny. Knowing that his mother was sexually frustrated, he assumed the latter over the former.

He loved tits, especially big tits and especially his mother's tits. Genetically similar in shape and in size, his mother, sister, aunt, cousin, and grandmother all had big, C cup breasts. He couldn't count how many times he had masturbated over the thoughts of seeing his mother's, sister's, aunt's, cousin's, and grandmother's tits. Now, overloaded with sexually, incestuous images of their bras, cleavages, naked breasts, areolas, and nipples, he had seen all that he had sexually fantasized and imagined seeing of his mother, sister, aunt, cousin, and grandmother while masturbating himself.

As if modeling her sexy nightgown by prolonging her exhibitionism of her nearly naked body, knowing that he could see all that he wanted to see, instead of sitting, she stood in front of the bright light of his living room. The light that passed through her nightgown illuminated her naked silhouette enough to make her appear as if she was standing before him naked. Leaving nothing to his horny imagination, the light made her nightgown virtually see-through. He could clearly see his mother's naked tits, ass, and pussy.

Then, as if she was Sharon Stone flashing her naked pussy in Basic Instinct, she continued to sexually tease him. In the fluid motion of sitting on his couch, she made herself comfortable with her knees parted wide enough with her nightgown raised thigh high enough to continually flash him her naked pussy. His mother was flashing him her naked pussy, yet, again. Not done sexually teasing him and incestuously enticing him, leaning forward, she flashed him a down-nightgown view of her naked breasts. In the way that she was flashing him her naked pussy and naked tits, he couldn't wait to flash her his naked prick.

'Oh, my God,' he thought. 'If it wasn't enough that she stood in the light to show me her naked silhouette, by just sitting on the couch, she not only flashed me her naked pussy but also she flashed me her naked breasts too. As soon as my mother leaves, I'll be masturbating over seeing so much of her naked body. As soon as my mother leaves, I'll be masturbating over imagining having sex with her.'

He averted his eyes by staring at all that he could see of his mother through her sheer nightgown. He smiled at her while she smiled at him. Unable to help himself but careful not to give himself an erection, he imagined having incestuous sex with his mother's sexy and shapely body.

"I thought we'd watch a movie together," she said.

Paying never mind to his furtive stares while acting as if she wasn't as nakedly exposed as she was. Acting as if she wasn't aware of him looking and staring at all that he could see of her nearly naked body, as if playing a sexy game, the more that he looked and stared, the more that she deliberately showed. Obviously, as much as she knew she was showing, she knew that he was looking.

As soon as she sat on his couch, not careful how she sat, she gave him another quick flash of her naked, brown, trimmed pussy and her already glistening pussy slit. Then, in feigned modesty, when leaning forward to reach beneath her to pull the hem of her nightgown down, she lifted the front of her nightgown high enough and long enough to show him an uninterrupted view of her cunt. In the way that he couldn't wait to flash her his cock, his mother deliberately flashed him her cunt again.

'I can't believe all that I'm seeing of my naked mother,' he thought. 'I can't believe she flashed me her naked pussy again. I can't believe I saw my mother's cunt. I can't believe I saw my mother's naked breasts.'

Then, as if her nightgown was pasted to her nipples, looking like a bar wench from the 18th century, her breasts looked as if they'd spill out of her nightgown top when she leaned forward. Obviously, aware that he was looking at her sexually salacious show of exhibitionism, she pretended that she was unaware of flashing him her naked pussy and much as she pretended that she was unaware of flashing him her naked tits. Trying not to stare, he tried as best he could not to ogle his mother. Acting like the gay son that she thought he was, he pretended that he wasn't aware at all that his mother was showing.

Yet, whichever way she moved, obviously and deliberately flashing her son, Mary continued flashing William her naked pussy and/or her naked tits. With her looking embarrassed when she first walked in her room while standing in the bright light, she no longer looked embarrassed now. Now, she looked as if she was becoming sexually aroused while flashing him. Now, she looked as if she was ready to have sex with him.

'I can't believe my mother just flashed me her naked pussy again,' he thought while still amazed by all that he was seeing of his nearly naked mother. 'I can't believe I just saw my mother's cunt. I can't believe I'm seeing so much of the tops of her naked breasts, the impressions of her erect nipples, and her long, line of sexy cleavage. After she leaves, I can't wait to masturbate later over all that I saw of my mother. I can't wait to masturbate over the thought of her blowing me while I feel her naked tits and finger her nipples.'

Still not done sexually teasing her son by flashing him her cunt and most of her naked breasts, she leaned forward again to adjust her nightgown. In feigned modesty, as she did with the hem of her nightgown, while staring down at herself as if to see what he could see of her, she did with the top of her nightgown. Pulling the top of her nightgown forward and open, as if the thin material was stuck to her breasts, she deliberately showed him a prolonged, down-nightgown view of her big, naked, natural breasts.

'Wow,' he thought. 'I love my mother's big tits. I only wish I could touch them, feel them, and suck them while she stroked my erect prick.'

She looked up in time to watch his eyes dart from looking at her exposed cunt to look at her nearly naked breasts before he looked at the movies she held in her hand. William not only saw his mother's naked pussy but also, he saw her naked tits. Something he had imagined seeing and masturbated over seeing of his mother since he turned 18-years-old, just as he had seen before with her recently walking around him topless and naked, he was seeing her nearly naked now. In the way that she was exposing herself to him, and in the way that he had exposed himself to her before, he couldn't wait to expose himself to her again.

'I can't wait to show my mother my cock,' he thought while trying not to become sexually excited enough to have an erection. 'I'm curious to see if she looks, stares, or looks away.'

Yet, by being sexually aggressive, the last thing he wanted to do was to ruin his gay image by trying to sexually seduce his mother. The last thing he wanted his mother to know was that she had sexually excited him enough by flashing him for him to have an erection. The last thing he wanted his mother to know was that he was straight and not gay. Even though he was, the last thing he wanted his mother to know was that he was sexually attracted to his mother.

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"What do you have for movies?"

When she looked down at her movies that she held in her hand, not wanting her to catch him looking, looking from one to the other, he continued staring at his mother's exposed pussy and most of her exposed breasts. Showing no modesty or shame while leaving her nightgown top askew enough to expose her tits and her knees parted enough for him to see her cunt, he couldn't believe he was seeing so very much of his mother's nearly naked body. He couldn't believe his mother was deliberately flashing him and exposing herself to him. Biding his time, in the way that she was exposing herself to him, he couldn't wait to expose himself to her.

'Pussy and tits for cock and balls,' he thought while thinking about incestuously flashing his mother in the way that she was sexually flashing him.

Having seen the books on conversion and reparation therapy laying around the house, obviously sexually teasing him and incestuously enticing him was her way of hoping to convert him and save him from turning gay. He suspected that she was there to seduce him in the hope of changing him from something that he wasn't to something she wanted him to be. He suspected that she was there to give him what he had imagined her giving him whenever he masturbated himself while fantasizing of his mother naked and having sex with her. He suspected that she was hopefully there to give him incestuous sex.

While she stared down at her movies, he stared at all that he could see of his nearly naked mother. Concentrating on baseball instead of his mother's naked pussy and naked tits, he didn't want to become sexually aroused enough to have an erection. He didn't want her to know that she had sexually excited him by flashing him. He watched her look from one movie to the other movie before she looked up at him to answer his question.

"I have Murmur of the Heart or Spanking the Monkey," she said holding the movies up to him as if she didn't know what the movies were about while maintaining a straight face.

He laughed.

"Murmur of the Heart? Spanking the Monkey?" He laughed again. "Those are mother and son sexually, forbidden movies Mother," he said. "Those movies are about a mother and son having incestuous sex.

She acted surprised as if she didn't know that the movies were about forbidden, sexual lust between a mother and her son. Ruining her sexual seduction, she obviously hoped that by watching the incestuous movies with her that she'd finally know if he was gay or straight. She obviously hoped that while watching the incestuous movies with her that he'd become sexually aroused enough to possibly have sex with her.

"They are?" She looked up at him before looking back down at the movies. "Oh, my. I had no idea," she said. "I thought Murmur of the heart was a love story and Spanking the Monkey was a comedy. That explains why the man at the video store looked at me funny," she said feigning an embarrassed laugh.

Playing him, if she wasn't trying to sexually seduce him by watching incestuous movies together, she was trying to sexually arouse him by flashing him while wearing her skimpiest and sexiest nightgown. Pretending not to play her game of incestuous teasing and sexual seduction, ignoring her by not staring at all that she was showing and all that he was seeing, he walked to his makeshift bar. He thought of baseball again while trying to control himself from getting sexually excited enough to get an erection.

"Instead of watching a movie, Mom, we can have a drink and talk. With us both always working, we seldom see one another anymore," he said while thinking of all that he had already seen of his mother's sexy, shapely, and nearly naked body.

He had never seen as much of his mother as he had seen of her, her sister, his sister, his cousin, and his grandmother these past few weeks. Not stupid, especially after overhearing their not so private conversations and especially with the books of conversion and reparation therapy lying around the house, he knew what they were doing. He knew they all thought that he was gay and were willing to do whatever it took to make him more interested in women than in men. He was happy to give them what they needed, a hard cock, as long as they gave him what he wanted, incestuous sex.

"Okay," she said. "I'd like that. Instead of watching a movie, I'd like to have a drink and talk."

She gave him a sexy smile while he gave her a nervous, albeit a sexually excited look. With him struggling not to have an erection over all that his mother was showing him of her nearly naked body, she'd never believe that he was gay if he was sexually aroused enough to have an erection. In the way that he had always been sexually attracted to his sister, his aunt, his cousin, and even his grandmother, for some inexplicably sexual reason, he sexually lusted over his mother the most.

"What would you like to drink, Mom?"

'I'd love nothing more than to get my mother drunk,' he thought. 'I'd love nothing more than to touch, feel, and grope my mother's drunken body. I'd love nothing more than for my mother to pass out and fall asleep on my couch while I have sex with her sleeping, drunken body,' he thought.

Only, with his mother intent on giving him incestuous sex, he didn't have to get her drunk to have sex with her. He didn't have to get her drunk to feel her breasts while fingering her nipples. She didn't have to fall asleep on his couch for him to put his cock in her hand or slide his prick across her lips. She'd willingly stroke his cock while sucking his cock and allowing him to feel her big, naked tits and finger her erect nipples.

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Sexually excited from his mother teasing him and flashing him, something he'd never do, yet unable to control his perverted, sexual thoughts, he imagined pulling out his cock, masturbating himself, cumming in his mother's drink, and watching her drink his cum. With him not wearing any underwear, never wearing underwear beneath his pajama bottoms, when he turned to face her, he watched her smile at him while staring down at the big bulge that his flaccid cock made in his pajamas. With her continually showing him her naked tits and pussy, biding his time while waiting for the right moment, he couldn't wait to show her his naked prick.

In the way that his mother, sister, aunt, cousin, and grandmother all had big tits, he had a big dick. In the way that he loved their big tits, they obviously all loved his big dick. In the way that their naked breasts swayed from side-to-side, jiggled, and sometimes bounced up-and-down, every time he walked, his loose cock swung from side-to-side in the way of an elephant's trunk. He had such a big dick that seemingly, in the way that his sister, aunt, cousin, and grandmother had a difficult time too, his mother had a difficult time trying to stop herself from staring at all that he was showing.

'I wonder if my mother would like to watch me spank my monkey. Maybe that's why she chose that movie, Spanking the Monkey,' he thought. 'Maybe she'd want to spank my monkey for me while I felt her big tits and fingered her erect nipples.'

He wondered how far his mother was willing to go in giving him conversion and reparation therapy. He wondered if she'd have incestuous sex with him in the way that he'd love to have incestuous sex with her. He'd love nothing more than to make love to his mother before fucking her. He'd love nothing more than to eat her cunt before she sucked his prick. He'd love nothing more than to make love to his mother before fucking his mother.

'I'd love nothing more than to cum for my mother while she watched,' he thought. 'I'd love nothing more than for my mother to take me in her hand and stroke me before taking me in her mouth to suck me. I'd love for my Mom to blow me, allow me to cum in her mouth, and swallow my cum,' he thought. 'I'd love to give my mother a cum bath. Bathing her in my cum, I'd love to cum all over her face, in her hair, and across her big, naked breasts.'

Quickly becoming too sexually excited, he stopped himself from thinking of his mother blowing him, allowing him to cum in her mouth, swallowing his cum, and letting him give her a cum bath. After seeing his mother in her sexy nightgown, seeing her naked pussy and her naked tits, and from imagining having sex with her, the last thing that he wanted was an erection. Yet, instead of her just sexually teasing him, he'd love to have sex with his mother.

Later, after she left, he'd masturbate himself over all that he saw of her. Later, after she left, he'd play with himself while sexually fantasizing that they had sex. Later, after she left, he'd imagine her allowing him to fondle her naked breasts and finger her nipples while she stroked his prick. Later, after she left, while stroking himself, he'd pretend that she blew him and allowed him to ejaculate his cum in her mouth before letting him give her a cum bath.

Beyond horny and sexually frustrated now, he was tempted to strip himself naked before stripping her naked. He was tempted to sexually give her what she obviously needed while allowing her to give him what he incestuously wanted. Yet, not wanting to prematurely ruin the image of being gay, with him still needing to have sex with his sister, aunt, cousin, and grandmother, he had to leave all of the sexual moves up to her. Biding his time, he hoped that she'd touch him, stroke him, and suck him, so that he could finger her, lick her, and fuck her.

With no one to blame but herself, she, along with her daughter, sister, niece, and mother were the ones who had the preconceived, albeit erroneous notions that he was gay. Moreover, they were the ones who thought that they could change his sexual orientation by giving him incestuous sex. By her coming to his room wearing her sexy and skimpy nightgown, she was the first one to make her move. She was clearly determined to change him from the homosexual man that she thought he was to a heterosexual man that she wanted him to be by giving him incestuous sex. He couldn't wait to have sex with his mother.

* * * * *

"White wine," she said. William poured two glasses of wine and handed one to his mother. "I'm cold," she said staring down at the impressions her erect nipples made in her thin nightgown before staring up at him, obviously to see if he noticed that she wasn't cold but sexually aroused. "Do you have a blanket? I didn't realize until in your brightly lit living room that I'm so nakedly exposed," she said with a little laugh while feigning her embarrassment and her false modesty by moving her forearm across her nearly naked breasts.

He pulled out a blanket from his closet and put it over her lap.

"How's that? It's colder here than in the house. Are you warm enough now? I have a space heater, if you're still cold," he said staring at the impressions her nipples made in her nightgown while she fussed with the blanket.

She smiled up at him after taking another sip of her wine.

"I'm warm enough now, thank you. We can share the blanket, William," she said pausing to look up at her son to give him a sexy look and a naughty smile while lifting the blanket for him to get in. "Rather than wasting electricity on a space heater, we can cuddle," she said giving him another sexy smile and a naughty look.

He sat beside her and pulled his half of the blanket over his lap.

"Sure. I'd like that, Mother," he said while imagining cuddling with his mother while groping her. "I'd love to cuddle you."

If they were lying down, he'd love to spoon her. If they were lying down, he'd love to reach around her and feel her big tits and finger her erect nipples while pressing his erect cock against her shapely ass. If they were lying down, he'd love to eat his mother's cunt. If they were lying down, he'd love to hump her cunt before sliding his erect cock in his mother's wet pussy. After making love to his mother, he'd love to fuck his mother hard and fast. After fucking his mother, he'd love for her to blow him.

Then, when she snuggled up against him, he put his arm around her shoulders while she leaned into him and rested her hand on his thigh mere inches from his pajama clad cock. Then, when she changed her position to get more comfortable, she moved her forearm on his lap and on his pajama clad cock. Desperately thinking of baseball, specifically the World Series, he couldn't believe his mother's forearm was in contact with his pajama clad cock.

If she dared move her arm, something he didn't want but unable to stop himself from getting one, she'd give him an erection. Chatting about this and that, they finished the bottle of wine. Then, seemingly falling asleep, his mother slumped down with her head resting in his lap. He was so tempted to pull his cock from his pajama pee hole and rest it against the back of his mother's neck.

* * * * *

'Oh, my God,' he thought. 'If it's not enough that my mother's forearm was on my pajama clad prick, now the back of her head is in my lap and resting against my cock. I only wish she was facing the other way. Instead of her neck pushing against my cock, I wish her lips were pressing against my prick. Yet, it's a good thing she's turned the other way. After my mother, my sister, my aunt, my cousin, and my grandmother gave me so many flashes of their semi-naked and naked bodies, I'd be unable to stop myself from impaling my mother's mouth with my naked, erect prick.'

Adding to his sexual excitement that he worked so hard to stop by thinking of baseball, if it wasn't enough that she had flashed him her naked pussy, now he had a clear view down the top of her low-cut nightgown. Not only could he clearly see the shape and the size of her large breasts but also, he could see her brown areolas and her brown, erect nipples too. Unsure what to do with his hand, wishing he dared stick his hand down her nightgown top to fondle her breasts and finger her nipples, instead he rested his hand on the top of her meaty breasts.

'I'd love nothing more than to have sex with my sleeping mother,' he thought. 'I wish I had the nerve to touch her and feel her while she's sleeping. While sliding my erect prick against her sleeping lips, I'd love her to take me in her mouth. I'd love her to give me a sleeping blowjob. I'd love to cum in her mouth while she's sleeping.'

Then, as if she read his mind about him impaling her mouth with his cock and giving him a sleeping blowjob, she turned the other way to face him. Changing her position, as if making herself more comfortable in her sleep, moving her head from facing outward, she turned her body towards him to face inward. Now, his sexual fantasy come true, her mouth was mere inches from his bulging cock. He stared at his mother's lips while imagining her blowing him. He stared at his mother's lips while imagining pulling out his cock from his pajamas.

Yet, even more sexually exciting and incestuously revealing, when she turned more to him again, the movement of her head pulled on his pajamas. As if breaking out and escaping from the imprisonment of his pajamas, his cock escaped from the pee hole of his pajama bottoms. Even with him thinking of baseball, as soon as his cock made its surprise appearance, standing rigidly tall, he had a huge erection. Unable to control his incestuous lust for his mother, his cock stood at attention as if it was a cobra ready to strike her mouth and impale her lips.

'Oh, shit. With me pretending that I'm gay, this could be a problem,' he thought. 'If my mother opens her eyes now, she'll see my erection. If my mother opens her eyes know, she'll know that I'm sexually attracted to her and incestuous aroused by her. There's no way that I can put my cock back inside my pajamas without waking her. In the way that she deliberately flashed me her naked pussy and naked tits, she may think that I'm deliberately flashing her my prick. Now, no longer a mystery, she may suspect I'm straight and not gay.'

Nonetheless, now or never, he had to make his move before she awakened. Hopefully without awakening her, he was ready to somehow put his stiff prick away before she saw that she had sexually aroused him enough for him to have an erection. Then, something he never expected her to do, shocking him while sexually exciting him at the same time, she took his prick in her hand and wrapped her fingers around him.

As if he was dreaming it, he stared down at his mother in wide-eyed amazement of her holding his stiff prick in her soft hand. With her eyes still closed as if she was dreaming, his mother wrapped her manicured fingers around his penis. As if she had fallen asleep while masturbating herself and was still holding her dildo in her hand, she was holding his hard dick in her soft, warm hand while still sleeping. Unable to believe what he was seeing, he couldn't believe his mother was holding his prick in her hand.

'Fuck me,' he thought. 'I don't believe this. My incestuous, sexual fantasy come true, I can't believe my mother is holding my cock in her hand. I'll be masturbating over this night for the rest of my life. I'm so tempted to move her hand up and down for her to give me a sleeping hand job.'

With her face so very close to his stiff prick, his cock was a cunt hair length from his mother's lips. Had she not been holding his stiff prick in her hand, he'd be tempted to slowly slide his erect cock across her red, full lips while hoping that she'd part her lips in her sleep and take him in her mouth. He'd love nothing more than for her to give him a sleeping blowjob. How hot would that be for his mother to suck his cock in her sleep?

Concentrating as hard as he could on baseball, he tried his best not to get an erection. Yet, now, with her fondling the head of his flaccid prick with her fingertips in her sleep, his prick grew bigger and harder. Even more telling than him having an erection, his prick throbbed in her hand. The tighter she held his cock and the more she fondled the head of his stiff prick, in the way his heart was beating faster, his cock pulsated in her hot, warm, motherly hand.

'I only wish I could stick my prick in my mother's mouth,' he thought. 'I'd love my mother to take me in her mouth and suck me while she slept. With her soundly sleeping and, perhaps, dreaming of blowing me or someone else, I'd love to cum in her mouth and watch her swallow my cum while I fondled her breasts and fingered her nipples.' While willing it to happen, he made his sexual wish. 'Suck my cock, Mom. Suck it. Blow me,' he thought.

* * * * *

"Oh, my," she said as soon as she suddenly opened her eyes. Without letting go of his erect prick, she stared at his cock as if she had never seen an erect cock before or as if she had never seen his stiff prick before. She stared at his naked prick in the way that he had been staring at her naked pussy and naked breasts. "I must have fallen asleep," she said yawning as if she was about to take his penis in her mouth.

While imagining his prick buried in his mother's mouth and her sucking him while staring up at him with her brown eyes, he stared down at his mother's opened mouth before staring at her full, red lips. As soon as she leaves, he'll be masturbating over his mother holding his naked prick in her hand. As soon as she leaves, he'll be masturbating over his mother staring at his erect prick. As soon as she leaves, he'll be masturbating over the imagined thought of his mother blowing him and him cumming in her mouth.

'Blow me, Mom. Blow me,' he thought while willing her to give him oral sex. 'Take me in your mouth. Suck my cock, Mom. Suck it while stroking it.'

Trying his best to hide his sexual excitement from his mother, he gave her a warm smile.

"I saw that you were sleeping and tried not to move to awaken you," he said. "I figured with all that you do that you were tired and needed the rest."

She continued fondling the top of his prick with her fingertips while staring at his prick in the way that he continued staring down her opened nightgown top at her tits.

"I was dreaming about your father and now I know why," she said with a dirty laugh. As if his erect prick was her worry stone or her dildo, she continued holding him while fondling him. "Do you mind me touching you in this way?" She looked up at his hazel eyes with her brown eyes while fondling the side of his stiff prick with her fingertips. "It's been such a long time since I've held a penis in my hand."

While trying not to throb his cock and/or pulsate his prick, but with his stiff dick having a mind of its own, his penis pulsated and throbbed in his mother's hand. He looked at his mother embarrassed and smiled. Continuing to out him as straight instead of gay, his cock grew bigger and harder. This was his mother and not some woman he picked up in a bar and brought home for the night.

"No, not at all, Mother. It's no big deal. It's innocent enough," he said with a shrug as if he was okay with her holding his prick. "You were sleeping while having a dream," he said. He watched his mother fondling his stiff prick while she ever so slowly stroked him to a harder erection. "If anything, you holding me in that way is comforting, Mother," he said lying.

Maintaining that he was gay, he stared at his sketches of muscular men wearing speedos while his mother held his erect prick. He wanted her to think that he was sexually excited more from staring at his nearly naked sketches of men than he was from her holding his erect prick in her hand. Only, with her still holding his cock in her hand while fondling the head of his prick, while staring at his dick in his mother's hand and at her lips, it was difficult not to become even more sexually aroused.

He couldn't stop himself from imagining her stroking him while he fondled her breasts and fingered her nipples. He couldn't stop himself from imagining her sucking him while stroking him. He could stop himself from imagining cumming for his mother. He couldn't stop himself from imagining cumming all over her hand, in her mouth, and all over her face, in her hair, and across her naked breasts.

Ignoring the stiff elephant in the room, his mother holding his erect penis wasn't comforting him but sexually exciting him. As if sexually teasing him and/or heterosexually testing him, she continued fondling his cock while slowly stroking his prick. His mother was giving him a slow hand job. If it wasn't enough that his mother was holding his prick in her hand, he couldn't believe that she was giving him a slow hand job.

In the way that he continued staring down her open nightgown at her naked breasts, her areolas, and her nipples, she stared down at his cock in her hand before staring up at him. Then, looking back down at his cock in her hand, she looked at his hand poised at the tops of her nearly exposed breasts before looking up at him again. As if she was thinking what he was thinking, and as if they were on the same sexually, incestuous page, she smiled with what she was obviously going to say next.

* * * * *

"You may touch me too, if you'd like," she said looking down at her nightgown clad breasts. "If you don't mind, I'd like you to touch, feel, and fondle my breasts," she said moving his hand to her breast. "It's been a long while since I felt the loving, sexual touch of a man."

As if he couldn't believe what he was hearing, he stared at his mother before staring at the hard and erect impressions that he nipples made in her nightgown. If it wasn't enough that she was holding his prick while fondling the head of his cock, he couldn't believe she invited him to touch, feel, and fondle her breasts. He couldn't believe she put his hand on her tit. He couldn't believe she wanted him to touch, feel, and fondle her breasts in the way that he had always wanted to touch, feel, and fondle her big tits.

In the way that he was unable to wrap his head around his mother holding his prick, he was unable to wrap his head around his mother wanting him to feel her tits. In the way that he was unable to wrap his head around his mother flashing him her naked pussy and naked tits, he was unable to wrap his head around his mother holding his naked prick. In the way that he was unable to wrap his head around his mother fondling his cock while slowly stroking his prick, he was unable to wrap his head around his mother inviting him to touch, feel, and fondle her tits.

'She moved my hand to her breasts. She wants me to touch her tits. She wants me to feel her tits. She wants me to fondle her tits. I can't believe my mother invited me to have my wicked, sexual way with her tits,' he thought while gently feeling her tits through her nightgown as if her breasts delicate items to cherish and/or were breakable.

As if he was a doctor giving his mother a breast exam, William slowly moved his hand over his mother's breasts through her thin nightgown, first one and then the other. In the way that he continued to have an erection as soon as she touched his cock, as soon as he touched her breasts, without even squeezing or fondling them, her erect nipples pushed against his that his hand. As soon as he touched her breasts, continuing to throb and pulsate, his erection grew bigger and harder while her nipples grew harder and erected more.

Unable to stop his cock from pulsating, as soon as he felt her nipples pushing against the palm of his hand, as if his prick was his beating heart, his cock throbbed in his mother's hand. He wondered if she'd give him a hand job. He wondered if she'd take him in her mouth. He wondered if she'd blow him.

"You have big tits, Mom," he said compelled to say the obvious. "They're so soft and yet so firm. You have beautiful breasts. They're so shapely."

She looked up at him with questioning eyes.

"And you have a big dick," she said with a dirty laugh while continuing to stare at his prick. "Tell me. I'm curious," she said looking down at his hand feeling her tits before looking up at him again while prying him for sexual information. "Are my breasts the first breasts you've ever felt?"

Embarrassed to admit, he nodded his head.

"Yes," he said while showing his embarrassment. "I'm a bit behind when it comes to the opposite sex," he said with a nervous, little laugh. "I'm more comfortable with men than I am with women," he said adding to the illusion that he was gay. "I've always been nervously shy around women."

Taking advantage of her son by allowing him to feel her tits through her nightgown while she held and fondled his naked prick, she removed her arms from her nightgown straps and pulled her nightgown down to expose her naked breasts. As if looking to see what he could see, she looked down at her naked breasts before staring up at him. Then, she felt her tits and fingered her nipples in the way that she obviously wanted him to feel her tits and finger her nipples.

"I don't mind if you feeling my naked tits and fingering my nipples, William," she said. "I'm enjoying you feeling my naked breasts while fingering my naked nipples. It's been so long since anyone touched me in that sexually, familiar way. I've been so lonely lately and have missed the loving, sexual touch of a man. Don't be afraid to touch me and feel me," she said moving his hand over her naked breasts.

With her not having to ask him twice, William felt his mother's naked breasts while fingering her erect nipples. He fondled her naked breasts while squeezing her big tits. Then, concentrating more on her nipples than her breasts, he fingered her nipples as if he was changing the time on his watch by turning his watch stem. He pulled them, turned them, twisted them, pinched them, and squeezed his mother's nipples to her obvious sexual delight.

Obviously sexually arousing her, the more he fingered her nipples, as if she was masturbating herself by her rubbing her thighs together, the more she squirmed. The more that he fingered her nipples, the more that she fondled and stroked his prick. The more that she fondled the head of his prick with her fingertips and stroked his cock, the bigger and harder he grew. Then, adding to his sexual excitement, his mother said something that was as shocking as it was sexually exciting.

* * * * *

"Tell me. I'm curious to know," she said looking up at him with sexually expectant eyes. "Did you ever have a hand job," she asked?

In his feeble attempt to hide his sexual excitement from his mother, he purposely stared up at his sketches of nearly naked muscular men wearing speedos before looking down at her. Then, as if he had already imagined her saying what she had just said when masturbating himself, he stared at his mother wide-eyed while she looked up at him with a sexy smile and giving him a naughty look. Spanking his monkey, he couldn't help himself from imagining his mother giving him a motherly hand job. He couldn't help himself from imagining cumming for his mother.

'Is she asking me if he ever had a hand job or is she asking me if I want her to give him a hand job?' He couldn't tell. He didn't know. He stared at his mother's naked breasts while he continued feeling her big tits and fingering her erect nipples. 'As much as I'd love my mother to give me a hand job, I'd much rather my mother give me a blowjob. Yet, if a hand job is all that she's offering and willing to give me, I'd settle for that,' he thought while staring at his cock in his mother's hand.

Unsure what she meant by her question, perhaps it was just an innocent question. He still couldn't tell and he still didn't know. Giving him mixed signals, he always had a difficult time reading her. Making it much more difficult to know what she was asking him, this was his mother and not some whore he picked up from a bar and invited home, not that he ever picked up anyone to invite home. Embarrassed while sexually excited by the thought that his mother was offering to give him a hand job, he gave her an uncomfortable, albeit a sexually excited smile.

"I've masturbated myself, if that's what you mean, Mom," he said embarrassed to admit to his mother that he masturbated while hoping that she'd give him more clarification.

She returned his uncomfortable smile with her loving smile.

"No," she said continuing to slowly stroke him while staring down at his erect cock before staring back up at him. "I mean, other than you masturbating yourself, has anyone given you a hand job?"

As if imagining one of them giving him a hand job, he stared up at his sketches of nearly naked men before staring down at his mother. As if imagining her giving him his first, hand job, he'd love for his mother to lovingly stroke his cock harder and faster. Spanking his monkey, he'd love for his mother to give him a hand job. He'd love to cum for his mother while continuing to feel her big tits and finger her erect nipples.

A bit of a stretch, expecting her to blow him and allow him to cum in her mouth, if she wouldn't blow him and if he couldn't cum in his mother's mouth, he'd love to cum all over his mother's hand. Even better than her giving him a hand job, instead of her blowing him, he'd love to give his mother a cum bath. He always sexually fantasized of not only cumming in his mother's mouth but all over her face, in her hair, across her big, naked breasts, and all over her hand.

He wondered if she'd not only masturbate him but also allow him to give her a cum bath. He'd love to see his mother's eyes, nose, and lips dripping with his cum. He'd love to watch his mother wipe his cum from her face, her hair, and her naked breasts. He'd love to watch his mother lick his cum from her lips.

'Wow,' he thought while imagining ejaculating a huge volume of warm cum all over his mother's pretty face and across her big breasts.

"No," he said looking down at her hopefully, expectedly, and with great sexual anticipation of her giving him his first, hand job while giving his mother a cum bath. "No one has ever masturbated me."

She squeezed his cock while stroking his prick a little faster. Holding his prick tighter in her hand, she stroked him harder. She stopped stroking him to finger the head of his cock before reaching her hand down to cup his testicles. In the way that he gently fondled her naked breasts, caressing them while careful not to rupture him, she gently fondled his naked balls. If he thought it was sexually exciting to see and feel his mother holding his erect prick in her hand, it was even more sexually exciting to see and feel his mother holding his testicles in her hand. Then, she said what he hoped to hear.

"Would you like me to give you a hand job? I could do that for you. You work so very hard and you've been so tense lately," she said staring up at him. "I don't mind doing that for you, William. I don't mind giving you, my beautiful son, his first hand job," she said pausing while starting to slowly stoke his cock. "Do you think you could cum for your mother?"

He looked at her with as much shock as he looked at her with sexual excitement.

"Mom," he said and was all that he said while imagining his mother masturbating him.

He didn't have to imagine his mother masturbating for long. She stared up at him before staring back down at his erect prick. As if she was his girlfriend, his wife, or his significant other, his mother started to stroke his erect prick harder and faster.

"It's been a long time since I've held a cock in my hand, stroked a prick, and given anyone a hand job," she said as if she was talking to her sister instead of confessing to her son. She continued staring down at his erect prick while stroking his erect prick before staring up at him again. "If you'd like me to and if you don't mind, I'd like to give you a hand job," she said. "I'd love to watch you become sexually excited enough to cum. I'd like to watch you cum all over my hand."

He stared down at his stiff dick buried in his mother's hand.

'What did she say? If I'd like her to give me a hand job and if I don't mind her giving me a hand job, she'd give me a hand job? She wouldn't mind giving me a hand job? Is that what she said? Is she kidding me? My mother wants to masturbate me. She wants to jerk me off. My mother wants to give me a hand job? My mother would love to watch me cum. Better and more than I expected, I can't believe this is happening,' he thought. 'I can't believe I'm about to cum for my mother.'

As shocked as he was sexually excited, he stared at his mother's hand slowly stroking him and at her fingertips fondling the head of his engorged prick. His mother was giving him a hand job. His mother was masturbating him. He couldn't believe his eyes. As if his cock belonged there, he couldn't believe how good his stiff prick felt in her hand.

"Okay," he said playing the innocent one. "Sure, I'd like that, Mother. As long as you're willing to masturbate me, I'd like for you to masturbate me. I'd like to cum for you, Mother."

Mary stroked her son. She stroked him faster while stroking him harder. She leaned up on her elbow to stroke him harder and faster. Stroking him as if determined to make him cum, she continued masturbating him faster and harder. Then, perhaps, with nowhere for his cum to go but all over her nightgown, her face, across her naked breasts, and her hand, she asked him her next shocking yet sexually exciting question.

* * * * *

"Have you ever had a blowjob?"

This time with his mouth gapping open, William looked at his mother wild-eyed again. Something he always sexually fantasized over while masturbating himself, he sexually fantasized now. He imagined his mother taking his stiff prick in her beautiful mouth to suck him while stroking him. He imagined his mother staring up at him with her big, brown eyes while blowing him. He imagined putting a gentle hand behind his mother's brunette, pretty head and ejaculating his cum in her willing mouth.

"No," he said gulping out the answer while imagining what she'd say next.

When she tightened her grip on his prick while stroking him a little faster, he imagined her again leaning down to take him in her mouth. Again, he couldn't help from imagining his hard, hairy cock in his mother's mouth while she stared up at him with her big, brown, beautiful eyes. Again, he couldn't help but imagine putting a gentle hand behind his mother's brunette, pretty head and humping her mouth and fucking her face. Again, he couldn't help from imagining cumming in his mother's mouth and her swallowing his cum.

"Our little secret, just between you and me. No one else needs to know," she said looking up at him to give him a sexy smile and a wink while sliding a slow tongue across her red, full lips. "I'll blow you, if you want," she said sexually teasing him while looking down at his erect prick again and while continually stroking him before looking back up at him. "I'd like to suck your penis, William. It's been so long since I've had a cock in my mouth. You may even cum in my mouth, if you'd like," she said timidly while continuing to stroke him before staring up at him again.

He stared at her in shock while continuing to feel her tits and finger her nipples.

"Okay," he said. "Sure. I've love for you to give me a blowjob, Mom. I'd love to cum in your mouth and watch you swallow my cum, Mother."

Clearly, not waiting for him to change his mind, as if he was her boyfriend, husband, significant other, or a man she picked up in a bar, Mary took her son's cock in her mouth and stroked him while sucking him. William put a gentle hand behind his mother's brunette, pretty head while humping her mouth and fucking her face. Stroking him faster while sucking him deeper, it didn't take him long to ejaculate a load of cum in his mother's beautiful mouth. As if his prick was a volcano erupting hot lava, he continued ejaculating a second load of warm cum in his mother's willing mouth.

* * * * *

While William was still in his room over the garage, his mother, sister, aunt, cousin, and grandmother were having a Sunday morning, coffee clutch to discuss what Mary did or didn't do with her son last night. All in on it, each woman was eagerly waiting her turn to have incestuous sex with William on the pretense of saving him from homosexuality. Since Mary was first to have sex with her son, the rest of the women were all jealous that Mary already had sex with William first.

Temporarily putting their jealousy aside, they were all obviously eager to know the incestuous details of a mother having sex with her son. Did she have sex with her son or not? Did he have sex with his mother or not? While undoubtedly hoping that she'd have the answer that they all wanted and were anxiously waiting to hear, they all wanted to know once and for all if William was gay or straight. The curious response to the burning question was the answer they needed to hear. Was William gay or was he straight?

The quandary was, if he wasn't gay, with their excuse and justification to have sex with him as their way to save him from turning gay removed, would they still have incestuous sex with him? It was one thing to have incestuous sex with him an in attempt to save him from turning gay but it was something else entirely to have incestuous sex with him when they knew that he wasn't gay but straight. Rather than being a family of caring women helping their son, their brother, their nephew, their cousin, and their grandson, they'd be deemed a family of incestuous perverts.

For him to have sex with his MILF of a mother, his sexy sister, his MILF of an aunt, his slutty cousin, and his still sexy grandmother, they'd all be deemed no better than him. When learning that he wasn't gay but straight, they'd all be deemed incestuous whores to have sex with William. No doubt, to justify them all having sex with him, at the very least, they all hoped that he had gay thoughts.

If he was merely thinking of having homosexual sex with men instead of thinking of having heterosexual sex with women, just the mere thoughts of gay sex gave them the justification to have sex with him. In their hopes of nipping his gay sexual behavior in the bud, by using conversion and reparation therapy, that alone would warrant them having incestuous sex with him. Him having gay thoughts would give them the excuse and the justification they needed to have incestuous sex with him as their loving way to save him from himself.

Still reeling from having sex with his MILF of a mother while listening to the women, William couldn't believe his mother stroked his cock while allowing him to feel her naked breasts and fondle her nipples. If that wasn't enough, he couldn't believe she stroked his prick while sucking his prick. He couldn't believe she not only blew him but also allowed him to cum in her mouth and swallowed his cum. Too much to process in his 20-year-old brain, he was eager to listen to what they all had to say about his mother having sex with him.

Assuredly, if he was gay, under the false pretense of helping him and saving him, they all could justify having sex with him as their way to convert him to being heterosexual and by giving him conversion therapy. If he was gay, they'd all do their sexual best to convert him. Willing to stroke him, suck him, and fuck him, his family of horny and sexually frustrated women would sexually do anything for William under the guise and false pretenses that they were helping him by converting him. With them all hoping that he was gay, or at least had homosexual thoughts, sadly, if he wasn't gay, how else could they justify having incestuous sex with him?

Yet, something they obviously didn't know, if he was gay, unless he was bi-sexual, he'd never have sex with any of them. Unless he felt gay shame while still refusing to accept that he was gay, he'd never have sex with a woman. Yet, if he refused to accept that he was gay, while still hiding in the closet, one could understand a gay man having heterosexual sex with a woman. Nonetheless and notwithstanding a gay man not having heterosexual sex, for a multitude of reasons, there are lots of gay men happily married to straight women.

Yet, if he, indeed, had sex with his mother, then him having sex with her would give them the proof that they didn't want to hear that he was wasn't gay. Yet, if he, indeed, didn't have sex with her, then him not having sex with his mother would encourage them all to try harder while using their womanly, sexual guiles mixed with what they learned about conversion and reparation therapy on him. They were all intelligent enough to clearly knew that conversion and reparation therapy didn't work. Yet, whether it worked or not, conversion and reparation therapy was their excuse to have sex with William without being accused of having incestuous sex.

* * * * *

"So...what happened?" Obviously curious about the sexual details, Rose looked at her sister in the way she looked at her when asking her about her Honeymoon 25-years ago. Tell us all the sexy details," said Rose with a dirty laugh. "Did you seduce William or did he reject you? Was he receptive to you sexually seducing him? Did you have incestuous sex with him or did he rebuff your sexually advances? Tell us, we're all curious to know, is he gay or is he straight?"

Enjoying the moment by delaying her response, Mary looked from her sister to look at the rest of the women while smiling affectionately and nodding her head.

"Actually, even if you didn't have sex with him, that doesn't necessarily mean that he's gay. That may mean that he's not into having incestuous sex with his mother," said Mary's daughter with a little laugh before pausing as if rethinking what she was going to say next. "Perhaps, instead of having incestuous sex with his mother, he'd prefer having incestuous sex with his sister," said Christine while beaming a wide and unembarrassed smile. "If it will save him from turning gay, I'd let him make love to me," said Christine wrapping her arms around herself as if her arms were William's arms.

Keeping them all in suspense, while looking from one to the other, Mary smiled and took a sip of her coffee before giving them all the sexy details of a mother having incestuous sex with her son.

"I blew him," she said with a shrug of her shoulders. Coming right out with it and without shame, remorse, or embarrassment while taking another sip of her coffee, "I sucked his cock, allowed him to cum in my mouth, and swallowed his cum."

She looked from her daughter to look at her sister before looking at her niece, and her mother. As if she was proud of giving her son oral sex, she said that she blew him with a sense of self-satisfaction and motherly pride. She said she sucked his cock as if she had taken him shopping and bought him new clothes. She said she gave her son oral sex as if it was her motherly duty and responsibility to not only suck her son's cock but also to allow him to cum in her mouth and swallow his cum.

"You blew him? Get out." Rose looked at her sister with as much shock as she looked at her with sexual excitement and jealousy. "You sucked William's cock? You did not. I don't believe you."

Then, looking from her sister to look at her daughter, niece, and mother again, she told them more of what they all wanted to hear.

"While he felt my tits and fingered my nipples, I stroked his cock and sucked his cock. By the way, we're all in luck, he likes tits, especially big tits, the bigger the better," she said with a dirty laugh and a proud smile. "Then, while stroking him faster, harder, and sucking him deeper, I not only allowed him to cum in my mouth but also I swallowed his cum."

Mary smiled again with pride while looking from Rose to Christine to Nancy and to Edna.

"Oh, my God. Way to go, Mom," said Christine slapping her mother a high five and laughing. "As one cocksucker to another who's willing to have incestuous sex as our small, unselfish way of helping poor William from turning gay, you make me proud."

Mary's mother looked at her daughter with confusion.

"So, lemme see if I understand. He's not gay yet he had heterosexual sex with you," said Grandma Edna in a statement instead of asking in a question. "Is that right? Is that it? Are we all done here? Is that all there is? Now that there's no reason to have incestuous sex with William under the guise of giving him conversion and reparation therapy from keeping him from turning gay."

Obviously trying to continue the ruse, Mary gave her mother a happy smile.

"Actually, Mother, being that he had an erection that grew harder and bigger the more that I stroked him and the more that he felt my breasts and fingered my nipples, I would think that he wasn't gay," said mother Mary to her mother. "He has a big cock by the way, a prick just like his father but bigger and harder," she said all dreamy eyed. "You should see his erect prick when he's sexually aroused. Oh, my God, it was so long and wide that I wasn't sure I could fit that monster in my mouth but I did," she said with a dirty laugh while slapping her daughter, Christine, another high five.

Mary's niece, Nancy, seemingly not sure if she should believe her aunt or not, made a face of disbelief. By far, Nancy was the most sexually experienced in the group. If anyone was the whore in the family, it was Nancy. Whenever she was horny enough and/or drunk enough, she'd have sex with any man.

"You blew him?" She made a face. "You sucked your son's cock, allowed him to cum in your mouth, and swallowed his cum while he fondled your breasts and fingered your nipples," said Nancy repeating what her aunt had just said. "Is that what you're saying? Is that what you expect us all to believe?"

Mary looked at her niece and laughed.

"Yes, that's what I'm saying. You should know by now that I don't lie, Nancy. I sucked my son's cock. I did and he ejaculated his cum in my mouth," said Mary.

Nancy gave her aunt a questioning look.

"Then, me then, how did you do it? I want to know all of the incestuous, sexual details," said Nancy laughing as if her aunt blowing her son was a joke.

As if she was reliving the moment in her mind she batted her eyelashes. Obviously, embarrassed in front of the group of women, as if she was detailing all that she did during a CFNM striptease party, her face flushed.

"While we were talking and drinking wine, I pretended to fall asleep in his lap. When I changed my position to get more comfortable, his prick escaped from the pee hole in his pajama bottoms. Only inches from my mouth, his erect cock stared me in the face," she said with a shrug and a laugh. "What else could I do but to reach for it and take it in my hand to stroke him before taking it in my mouth to suck him?"

Mary shrugged her shoulders again while nodding her head affirmatively with satisfaction as if she needed that extra bit of head movement for her niece to believe her.

"Tell me this then. I'm curious to know," said Nancy as if she was an attorney for the prosecution. "Were the sketches he drew of men in speedos where he could see them from where you were blowing him?"

Mary looked at her niece with confusion.

"Yeah. They were. So? Why?"

Nancy gave her aunt a self-satisfied smile.

"Because maybe while you were stroking his cock and sucking his cock, he was thinking of one of his nearly naked, sketched men blowing him," said Nancy. "I rest my case," she said throwing up her hands while looking from her aunt to look at her mother, her cousin, and her grandmother. "With my gaydar still flashing red every time I'm around him, I still say he's gay. No doubt about it, he's gay," she said punctuating the air and her sentence with her manicured fingernail.

Apparently, never considering William imagining one of the men that he sketched blowing him instead of his mother, Mary looked at her niece with shocked surprise.

"I never thought of that," said Mary. "As far as I saw, his focused attention was on my hand, my naked breasts, and my mouth. Even though I noticed him looking up at the sketches, I didn't see him staring at his sketches. Yet, he could have been staring at the sketches while I pretended to sleep and while I was sucking his cock."

Christine looked from her mother to look at her aunt before looking at her cousin and grandmother.

"I'll go to him tonight. Trust me. I'll find out for sure if he's gay or straight," said William's sister with determined, sexual resolve.

Edna made a disbelieving face at her granddaughter.

"Pray tell, how will you find out for sure if he's straight or gay?"

Christine smiled at her grandmother while patting her elderly hand.

"I'd kiss him, French kiss him. Trust me, I can tell by his kiss if he's gay or not. If he's gay, I'll continue to French kiss him until I turn him straight," she said with a dirty laugh. "If he's gay, I'll make love to him in the way that no man can make love to him and in the way that only a straight man can make love to a heterosexual woman," said Christine nodding her head as if agreeing with herself.

Only, unbeknownst to the women, William was listening. With his room over the garage sharing a wall with the 18' ceiled, family room, he could hear everything they said. All he needed to do to listen to whatever the women were saying was to open the vent at the bottom of his shared wall in his room, get down on the floor, and put his ear to the vent. As if he was an FBI agent spying on them and monitoring the conversations of his family, in the way that he knew his mother's plan to have sex with him last night, he already of knew his sister's plan to seduce him tonight.

"So, tonight my sister is coming to my room for sex. That's great. Just as I've always wanted to have sex with my mother, I've always wanted to have sex with my sister, too," said William to himself while closing his vent. "Assuredly, as much for her as it is for me, tonight, my sister's plan is to kiss the gay out of me while making love to me. That should be fun," he said with a sexually excited laugh.

* * * * *

The next night, in the way that her mother did the night before, William's sister, Christine, climbed the outside stairs to his room over the three-car garage. In the way that his mother was nearly naked, his sister wore her sexiest, sheerest, lowest cut, and shortest nightgown without the modesty of wearing a robe. Naked underneath, she was unashamed and unembarrassed to show her brother her nearly naked body. In the way that her mother's nightgown left little to the imagination of her nearly naked body, his sister's nightgown left nothing to the imagination of her nearly naked body also.

Showing him more than he had ever seen of his sister these past few weeks, but for her nearly transparent nightgown, Christine essentially stood naked before her brother. It was one thing for her to be naked in the house with the rest of the woman but it was something else entirely to be nearly naked while alone with her brother in his room. With not even her pubic hair getting in the way of her brother seeing her nude body, shaving her pussy especially for him, she was totally shaved.

"Knock, knock," she said opening his unlocked, front door without waiting for him to invite her inside.

She closed the door behind her while smiling at her brother sitting on his bed. Returning her smile, William looked up from where he was sitting on his bed reading and smiled up at his sister. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. From his low vantage point, he could see up the front of his sister's short nightgown. While she stared at the bulge his flaccid cock made in his pajama bottoms, he stared at her shave pussy and at the erect impressions her nipples made in her nightgown. After having sex with their mother, he wondered how different it would be to have sex with his sister.

Yet, as soon as she stepped inside his room and closed the door behind her, as the light did with his mother's nightgown, it did with his sister's nightgown too. As if his living room light was a spotlight of incestuous, sexual delight, his bright, living room light lit her up as if she was naked. His bright, living room light passed through her nightgown and lit up the naked silhouette of her body as if she was a sexually salacious stripper ready to perform on stage.

Careful not to get too sexually aroused, the last thing he wanted was an erection from seeing his sister's shaved, naked pussy. He smiled at all that he could see of his nearly naked sister while staring at her as if he wanted to paint her in the nude. He stared at her as if remembering every sexy curve of her nearly naked body to paint her naked from memory later. As soon as she left, he'd be masturbating over seeing his sister's cunt.

In the way he tried his best not to stare at his MILF mother, he tried his best not to stare at his sexy and nearly naked sister. In the way that he thought about baseball as his way of not getting an erection with his mother, he thought of baseball in his feeble attempt not to get an erection with his sister. Yet, as he had an erection with his mother, he'd no doubt have an erection with his sister. With all that his sister was showing him of her shapely body, it wouldn't be long before he had a throbbing, pulsating, big, and hard cock.

"Wow, Christine! That's some sexy nightgown," he said staring at all that he could see of her through her sheer nightgown. He stared at the shape and the outline of her breasts. He stared at the dark shadow of her brown, trimmed pussy. "You have the perfect body to wear that. It looks so good on you."

Now that he returned her sexual advance by staring after she appeared before her brother in such a revealing nightgown, she continued sexually teasing him. As if she was an erotic dancer on stage, shocking him, she twirled around and, when she did, the hem of her nightgown lifted high enough to flash him her shaved pussy and her naked, shapely ass. From the low vantage point of where he was sitting, he continued to have the perfect up-nightgown view of his naked sister. In the way he stared at her naked pussy, when she twirled herself around in front of him, he stared at her naked ass too.

"Do you like it? It's new," she said holding up her hem as if she was a 3-year-old girl instead of a 24-year-old woman. "I bought it just for you," she said giving him a sexy smile and a wink.

With her holding the hem of her nightgown in her hand, whether she knew it or not, whether she was deliberately flashing him or unintentionally flashing him, she gave him an uninterrupted view of her shaved, naked pussy. Not one to turn down a free look, William continued staring at all that he could see of his sexy sister's shave, naked cunt. Not wanting her to think him straight, continuing the ruse that he was gay, he collected himself. Embarrassed as much for himself as he was for her, he turned his head away to look at his sketches of men wearing speedos that he had prominently displayed.

Aware that his sister was paying him an incestuous, sexual visit tonight, he hid his nude sketches of his mother, his sister, his aunt, his cousin, and his grandmother and replaced them with the sketches of men in speedos instead. When he wasn't staring at his nearly naked sister, he stared at his nearly naked sketches of muscular men wearing speedos. Wanting her to think him gay, he was eager for her to attempt to turn him straight by her kiss when making love to him.

"I do like your nightgown. It's very sexy. It's very revealing," he said with a dirty laugh. Then, saying something that no brother should ever say to his sister, he talked to her as if she was his girlfriend, his wife, or his significant other instead of his blood related sister. "My God, you have an incredible ass, Christine," he said with a dirty laugh while continuing to stare at all that he could see of his sexy sister. "I didn't know you had a shaved pussy. I've never see one before," he said staring while not knowing what else to say but to address the naked elephant in the room.

Not that Christine was elephant like by any stretch of the imagination, more of a dancer, an ice skater, and/or a swimmer, she had an exquisitely, shapely body. She had the body that his mother, aunt, and grandmother all once had in their youth and that her cousin now had too. When he said that she had an incredible ass, not allowing that sexual compliment to go unanswered, as if she was a French Dancer doing the Can-can, she turned, bent forward, raised her nightgown, and flashed him an extended view of her naked ass.

Then, continuing her sexual seduction of her baby brother, she walked closer to where he was sitting on his bed. She was close enough that he could smell the musky aroma of her already moist pussy. She looked down at him with sexual suggestion while he stared up at her with horniness and incestuous lust. Then, in the way that his mother was forward enough and sexually aggressive enough to ask him if he wanted a hand job and a blowjob, she asked her brother her own shocking, sexually incestuous question.

"Being that you, admittedly, have never seen a shaved pussy before, would you like to see my shave pussy close-up, William?"

Even though he had already seen a good flash of her naked ass, when she twirled, he saw her naked pussy again when she held the hem of her raised nightgown as if she was a little girl. Even though he had already seen a good flash of her naked ass when she twirled and again when she bent at the waist, raised her nightgown and flashed him, he looked at her aghast with sexually excited surprise. In the way that his mother exposed her naked breasts to him, he'd love nothing more than to have a close-up view of his sister's shaved pussy.

"Your pussy? Gees, Christine. I don't know. You're my sister," he said feigning his embarrassment and modesty.

Truth be told, he'd love to see his sister's, shaved pussy close-up. Even more than that, he'd love to finger, lick, and fuck his sister's shave, naked pussy if she allowed him to do that too. Ignoring his feigned resistance, she shrugged, rolled her eyes, and sighed as if flashing her brother her naked cunt was no big deal. She flashed her brother her shaved, naked pussy as if it was the right thing to do, especially under the circumstances of giving him her convoluted version of conversion and reparation therapy.

"I don't mind showing you my pussy, William," she said putting her finger to her lips. "Shh," she laughed. "Our little secret, I won't tell if you don't tell," she said with a little laugh.

As if rethinking what she was going to say next, she bit her lip while pausing to stare down at the big bulge her brother's flaccid cock made in his pajama bottoms.

"Okay. Sure," he said smiling. "I'd love to see your naked, shave pussy up-close, Christine."

In the same way that his mother did the night before, she gave him a sexy smile and a naughty look before giving him her sexy, albeit incestuous sexual suggestion. As if they were playing doctor and he was her patient and she was his sexy nurse, he knew that she was ready to do more than to just show him her pussy. In the way that his mother was, his sister was there to have sex with him.

"I'll show my pussy, if you show me your cock. Pussy for cock," she said with a dirty laugh while leaning forward and reaching her hand down to touch and feel his flaccid penis him through his pajama bottoms. "Show me your prick, William. I want to see it. As much as I'd like to show you my pussy and, hopefully, as much as you'd like to see my pussy, I'd like to see your cock," she said.