Son Sleeps with Mother

byMotherandSonTrueConfessions©

Mother and son's innocent sleeping together becomes more than just cuddling, comforting, and spooning. Their innocent hugging and holding while sleeping in the same bed together turned into something more forbidden. Their sleeping together turns into sex, incestuous sex.

Author's Warning: This is the second part of a three-part, true, mother and son incest story of graphic, explicit sex as told to me by Tommy about his mother Christine. If incest doesn't sexually excite you but disgusts you, please read another story. Thank you for opening my story. If you read this story, please vote for this story and add me to your favorite author's list.

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Continued from Chapter 01:

Perhaps, wishful thinking on his part and a figment of his incestuous imagination, Tommy wondered if his mother, Christine, was as sexually attracted to him as he was sexually attracted to her. Because of all of the up-skirt and down-blouse flashes he had seen of her bright white panties, her cleavage, and her low-cut brassiere, he wondered if his mother was deliberately flashing him. He wondered if she was sexually teasing him, sexually enticing him, and trying to sexually seduce him in the way that he'd love to be sexually seduced and, in the way that he'd love to sexually seduce her.

Something that all women do, he wondered if his mother was deliberately, sexually teasing him. Now, something as incestuously forbidden, unable to tell if she was or not, he wondered if his mother was hinting and hoping that he'd sleep with her. He wondered if she wanted to sleep with him as much as he wanted to sleep with her. He wondered if, instead of sleep, she wanted sex. Putting it all out of his mind and giving her the benefit of doubt, she was his mother after all and he was her son.

'It's bad enough that I want to have sex with my mother but what mother wants to have sex with her son,' he wondered?

Not even having to think about it and with her not having to twist his arm, he'd love to sleep in the same bed with his mother. Unable to remove the image of sleeping in the same bed with his mother, as if he wasn't already sexually excited enough before from seeing his mother's panties, cleavage, and bra he was becoming even more sexually excited now while thinking about her naked. While imagining lying next to her and spooning her, he was getting an erection. While waiting for her to fall asleep, he imagined touching her, feeling her, and fondling her through her nightgown.

Having his wicked, sexual way with his mother, he imagined sleeping with his MILF of a mother and cupping her breasts and fingering her erect nipples as she slept. He took a big sip of his drink to summon the courage of what he wanted to suggest next. Having nothing to lose, either she'd say yes or she'd say no. Hoping beyond hope, he hoped she'd say yes. Yet, whichever was her answer, her answer would be telling.

Hoping she wanted him to sleep with her, either she wanted him to sleep with her or she didn't. Hoping she wanted to sleep with him, either she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her or she didn't. He didn't know. He couldn't tell. Difficult to read his mother, if she was any other woman, he would have already read the signs from her sexual signals. He inhaled a big breath of courage before blurting out his statement and looked around the room as if someone else had said the words.

"I can sleep with you, Mom," he said with the words echoing in his mind.

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As if he was a defendant in a murder trial waiting for the verdict from the jury, a drumroll of sexual anticipation played through his head while waiting for his mother to answer his seemingly innocent question. As soon as he said that he could sleep with her, he imagined sleeping with her. He imagined sleeping with his mother in her bed. As if being stuck at a hotel with only one room left and only one double bed, how hot would that be to sleep in the same bed with his mother?

'Wow,' he thought while imagining sleeping in the same bed with his mother.

Something he had always imagined while masturbating himself, he always wanted to sleep with his mother. He always wanted to hold her, hug her, and spoon her. Then, when she fell asleep, he imagined stealthily touching and feeling her through her nightgown where he had always wanted to touch and feel his mother.

While hoping she'd say yes, he couldn't stop himself from imagining sleeping in the same bed with his mother. Already planning what he'd wear, he'd wear his pajama bottoms without wearing anything underneath. Hoping his erect cock would pop out of his pee hole during the night and make a hard, erect appearance, he'd love to press his naked prick against his mother's nightgown clad ass, her panty clad ass, or her naked ass. While hoping that she'd wrap her fingers around his engorged prick while sleeping, he'd love to press his naked cock against his mother's sleeping hand.

As if she had already agreed to having him sleep with her and as if he was already sleeping with her in her bed, he imagined holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, comforting her, and spooning her while dry humping her. While she was sleeping, he imagined lifting the back of her nightgown and feeling and squeezing her panty clad or her naked ass. He imagined reaching around her to feel her big tits through her nightgown. As if he was a safecracker, he imagined stealthily sticking his hand down the front of her nightgown to finger her erect nipples.

With his words finally penetrating her alcohol pickled brain, she looked at him as if she had just heard what he volunteered to do for his mother. Yet, more than that, with him crossing the incestuous line, crossing his fingers while saying a silent prayer while waiting for her to answer, she looked at him as if she was considering his offer. As if on cue, she slowly and seductively uncrossed her long, shapely legs while turning more to him before parting her knees enough for him to see all that he wanted to see of his mother's panty clad pussy.

As if her bright, white panties mesmerized him and hypnotized him, with his mother flashing him her panties, yet, again, he couldn't remove his eyes from her panties. He wondered if she knew she was flashing him her panties. He wondered if she was deliberately flashing him her panties. He wondered if she knew she was giving him down-blouse views of her bra and cleavage every time she leaned forward on the sofa while cradling her wine. Driving him crazy and sexually frustrating him, he wondered if she was sexually teasing him and incestuously enticing him as her way of seducing him.

He wished he could finger his mother's pussy through her panties. He wished he could lick her pussy through her panties. He wished he could remove her panties and eat her naked cunt before making love to her beautiful pussy and before fucking her hard and fast enough to give her a sexual orgasm with his cock. The real reason why he wanted to sleep with his mother, his foot in her bedroom, he wanted to have sex with her.

Part of sleeping with his mother, he'd love nothing more than to see his mother in her bra and panties, in her sexy, sheerly revealing nightgown, topless, and/or naked. Unsure why he was determined to have sex with her, he'd love nothing more than to have forbidden, incestuous sex with his mother. He'd love nothing more than to see and hear his mother having a sexual orgasm. He'd love nothing more than to cum all over his mother's hand, in her mouth, and/or in her pussy.

'Oh, my God, I'd love to give my mother a cum bath,' he thought. 'I'd love to cum all over her beautiful face, in her long, lush, blonde hair, and all over her C cup, naked breasts. I'd love to make my mother my cock whore and my cum slut.'

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"Sleep with me?" She looked at him as if he had just splashed cold water in her face. "Really? You'd sleep with me?"

She looked at him as if she didn't know his meaning. She looked at him as if he was joking. She looked at him as if he was propositioning her for sex. She looked at him as if he was mad and if he was mad, he was mad with incestuous desire for his MILF of a mother.

"Yes," he said.

She laughed a nervous, little laugh. Unable to conceal what she was thinking behind her sexy smile and her naughty look, she looked at him with sexual arousal in the way that he looked at her with incestuous lust.

"Now, why would you want to sleep with your old mother?"

She looked at him in the way that he had never seen his mother look at him before. She looked at him as if she was a woman that he was trying to pick up in a bar. She looked at him in the way that he always looked at her and was still looking at her now. She looked at him as if she was imagining him sleeping with her in the way that he had already imagined and masturbated himself over not only sleeping with her but also having sex with her.

"I don't mean having sex with you, Mom," he said even though he was certainly thinking about having sex with his mother. "I mean, just lying beside you as if we were resting instead of sleeping until you fell asleep," he said while waiting for her to speak again. "We could even sleep in our clothes, if that would make you feel more comfortable."

She gave him an understanding smile.

"I know what you meant," she said.

She looked as if she was disappointed that he wasn't propositioning her for sex. Now, based on her look of disappointment, he wondered if he should have propositioned his mother for sex. Why not? Even though they were mother and son, they were consenting adults with wants, needs, and sexual desires. With them not telling anyone, no one would know what went on behind her closed, bedroom door. No one would know that he had sex with his mother and she had sex with her son. No one would know that they were incestuous lovers.

Not even having to think about it, he'd definitely do her. He'd have sex with his mother, if she'd have sex with him. He'd have sex with his mother if she asked him to give her sex. Just as he'd definitely make love to her, he'd definitely fuck her, too.

At the very least, if she wouldn't have sex with him, he'd love to see his mother in her bra and panties, in her sexy and sheerly revealing nightgown, topless, and/or naked. At the very least, he'd love to touch and feel his mother through her clothes. Returning the favor of her exhibitionism with his exhibitionism, he'd love to flash his mother his naked, erect cock. He'd love his mother to fondle his prick and stroke his dick.

Not even having to ponder the thought, he'd have sex with her. He'd have sex with his mother, if she allowed him to have sex with her. Giving him the eye, she looked at him as if she was a woman that he had just asked home. Giving him the eye, she looked at him as if she was the domineering man and he was the submissive woman. As if she was considering his offer to sleep with her, she gave him a sexy look and a naughty smile. Impatient to know her answer, he asked his question again.

"Seriously, Mom, what if I slept with you? Think about it. That might help you to sleep," he said as if he really was thinking more about her having a good night's sleep than he was thinking about his incestuous, sexual desires and having sex with her. "Everyone needs their sleep. You could finally get a good night's sleep."

She smiled while laughing with glee.

"I don't know about a son sleeping in the same bed with his mother. My reputation in the community would be ruined if anyone was to discover us sleeping together," she said rolling her eyes. "Not that I care what people think but I wouldn't want to ruin your chances of you finding the love of your life because of people thinking that you had sex with your mother."

Sex with his mother, she said the magic words. Obviously, on the same page, she was thinking what he was thinking. Sex with his mother, forget about just sleeping with her, he'd give anything to have sex with her. He'd give anything to have sex with his mother. Encouraged in his sexual desire for her, as if he was speaking to his mother in his sexual fantasy while masturbating himself, he persevered in trying to convince her to having him sleep in her bed.

"All very innocent, I could hold you, hug you, cuddle you, comfort you, and spoon you in the way that Dad used to do. I'd do anything for you to finally get a good night's sleep, Mom," he said nodding his head as if he needed that extra bit of head movement to make his mother believe his sincerity and not suspect his perversity.

Inflaming his sexual imagination, he imagined himself in bed with his mother. Consuming his mind, he imagined his arm wrapped around her and his horny hand in contact with her abundant breasts. Making him horny, he imagined her big, nightgown clad breasts resting on his forearm. Already needing a sexual release, he imagined his erect prick throbbing and pulsating while pressed against his mother's firm, round, and shapely ass. Something he always wanted to do and masturbated himself while imagining doing, he imagined feeling her big tits while fingering her erect nipples.

Then, as soon as she fell asleep, taking sexual advantage of her, he imagined touching her and feeling her shapely body everywhere through her thin, satin nightgown. He imagined her nightgown climbing past her waist during the night. He imagined seeing her panty clad ass or her naked ass in the moonlight. He imagined seeing her panty clad pussy or her naked pussy in the nightlight. He imagined touching and feeling his naked mother while she slept. He imagined having sex with his mother and her having sex with him.

"Oh, Tommy, you're such a good son, too good to be true. I only wish it was that simple but," she said as if changing her mind in mid-sentence, she paused. "Actually, yes, now that I think more about it, you sleeping with me may help me to better sleep. In the way that I used to comfort you when you wanted to sleep in Mommy's bed when you had a nightmare, now you can comfort me by sleeping with me just until I fall asleep," she said unembarrassed and unashamed.

Chapter 02:

As shocked as he was sexually excited, he couldn't believe his mother agreed to allow him to sleep with her in her bed. With him sleeping with his mother, even if only for an hour, until she fell asleep, was his foot in her bedroom door and her invitation to sleep in her bed. From there, his perfect opportunity to make his sexual, incestuous move on his mother, it was up to him what more would happen.

Only, instead of leaving as soon as she fell asleep, while she lay sleeping, he'd stay. Not getting a wink of sleep, he'd stay to watch his mother sleep. While she lay sleeping, he'd stay to touch her, feel her, fondle her, and grope her. Hoping that she'd awaken horny, he'd stay to hopefully have forbidden sex with her.

He imagined having sex with his mother during his wildest, sexual, incestuous fantasies while masturbating himself. When masturbating himself, he imagined his mother naked and having sex with her when in bed with her. As she slept soundly, he imagined not only holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, comforting her, and spooning her but also, he imagined touching her, feeling her, fondling her, and groping her everywhere. If sexually assaulting her wasn't enough, he imagined moving her sleeping hand to touch him through his pajamas. He imagined filling his mother's hand with his naked prick.

Then, as soon as she fell asleep and was sleeping soundly, as if he was a jewel thief, he'd stealthily lift the back of her nightgown to expose her panty clad ass or, hopefully, her naked ass to his horny eyes. Then, carefully and slowly, removing one strap from her shoulders at a time, he'd stealthily remove her nightgown straps to expose her naked breasts. Then, not stopping there but going a little further, he'd remove his cock from his pajama bottoms to rub it against his mother's naked ass, the back of her naked pussy, and against her sleeping hand.

"That's great," he said sexually excited by the thought of sleeping in the same bed with his mother. "Hopefully, with my sleeping with you, you'll finally be able to get a good night's sleep," he said as if his intentions were innocent instead of sexual.

If only she knew what he was thinking, she'd never agree to sleep with him. Finally, while sleeping with her, he'd see, touch, and feel something of his mother than he never saw, touched, and felt before. At the very least, hoping to see her panty clad ass and/or pussy, her naked ass and/or pussy, or her naked breasts, he'd have more to masturbate over while thinking of his mother naked and having sex with her. If only she'd agree to have sex with him, he'd have sex with her.

As if she wanted to sleep with him as much as he wanted to sleep with her, she shared his look of sexual excitement with her look of sexual arousal. Perhaps, sleeping wasn't what his mother had in mind. Perhaps, she wanted and needed sex from him as much as he wanted and needed sex from her. Perhaps, he was reading more into her look than what was there.

Only, he could never take sexual advantage of his mother. He could never force her to have sex with him. His mother wasn't an incestuous whore in the way that he was an incestuous pervert. She was a good, kind, God fearing, and morally, modest woman. Nonetheless, with no one knowing what goes on behind her closed, bedroom door, her being a good woman wouldn't stop him from taking sexual advantage of her while she lay sleeping.

"I'd like that very much," she said. "You holding me, hugging me, cuddling me, comforting me, and spooning me in the way your father used to do is just what I need to get a good night's sleep."

She smiled at her son and he returned her smile with his smile.

"I'd do anything I can to help you to sleep, Mother," he said while thinking about drawing her a bubble bath and giving her a full, body, naked massage.

Then, not expecting her to say what she said, she said something that floored him and set his sexual imagination on fire.

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"If you don't mind me doing so, it would help me sleep to pretend that you're my ex-husband, your father," she said. "Sleeping with him is what I miss most about him."

'What? Seriously? She wants to pretend that I'm my Dad? Are you kidding me? Wow! Now, that's fucked up,' he thought. 'Why would she want to pretend that?'

Immodestly, immorally, and sexually seductively, she gave him a sexy look and a naughty smile. Was his mother was flirting with him? Was his mother sexually teasing him? He stared at her longer and harder while trying to read her. Yeah, she was definitely flirting with him. No doubt, she was definitely sexually teasing him.

'What did she just say? It would help her to pretend that I'm my father? What did she mean by that,' he thought? 'Did she mean sex? Is she expecting me to give her sex? If that's what my mother wants, she wants me to give her sex? I'd give her sex. I'd stick my cock in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy? I can do that,' he thought. 'I'd love to pretend that I'm my father sleeping with my mother.'

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As if he was her husband instead of her son, he wondered if his mother was thinking about having sex with him in the way that he was thinking about having sex with her. He wondered if his mother was as sexually attracted to him as he was horny for her. He wondered, when in bed with her, if she'd allow him to do more than just hold her, hug her, cuddle her, comfort her, and spoon her but also touch her, feel her, fondle her, grope her, and have sex with her.

'How hot would that be to finally have sex with my mother,' he wondered?

Not stopping there, he wondered if she'd allow him to strip her naked, feel her big, naked tits, and finger her erect nipples. He wondered if she'd allow him to feel her naked ass, squeeze her naked ass, and slap her naked ass. In the way that he'd love her to masturbate him, he'd love her to masturbate her. He'd love nothing more than to finger his mother's cunt while she stroked his prick. In the way that he'd love to lick her pussy, maybe she'd suck his cock.

'How hot would that be to cum in my mother's mouth,' he thought?

Not stopping there, with them already in bed, and while pretending he was her husband, perhaps, she'd allow him to make love to her before fucking her. Perhaps, she'd allow him to sleep with her every night. Perhaps, after having sex with him the first time, she'd want to have sex with him again. Perhaps, as if they were a happily married couple instead of mother and son, she'd want to have sex with him every day, morning and night.

Not even in bed with his mother and he was making himself crazy with incestuous thoughts. Maybe, his mother didn't want sex, especially from him, her son. Maybe, she just wanted sleep. With him already imagining having an incestuous, sexual affair with his mother, mapping it out and planning every sexy, sexual detail in his perversely, horny mind, he was setting himself up for disappointment.

No doubt, instead of having sex with her, the best he'd do is to rub his pajama clad cock against his mother's ass and cop a cheap feel of his mother's breast and/or naked ass while she was sleeping. Maybe, the best he'd do is to stare at his mother in her sexy nightgown. Maybe, during the night, after she fell asleep, the best he'd do is to stare at her panty clad or naked ass.

Yet, taking it slow, sleeping with his mother in her bed was a start in their hoped-for mother and son sexual relationship. Horny and sexually frustrated, desperately wanting to have sex with his mother, he'd settle for anything. Except for upskirt flashes of her panties and down-blouse views of her cleavage and bra, anything is more than what he has now.

"Let me know when you're ready for bed and we'll go up together," he said while hoping she'd say let's go now.

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Instead of sleeping in his clothes, he'd wear his pajama bottoms to bed but without underwear. Hoping beyond hope, he hoped his mother wouldn't wear a long and heavy, flannel nightgown to bed. Instead, he hoped she'd wear her short, sheer, low-cut, sexy nightgown, like the nightgown she always packed when going away with his father. Leaving nothing to the imagination, sheerly and nearly transparent white nightgown showed everything. He loved masturbating to the thoughts of his mother coming to bed while wearing that sexy nightgown.

"Okay," she said relaxing while finishing the rest of her wine.

As if she was a drunken sailor sitting there with her hands on her knees and her knees spread, and her empty wine glass on the coffee table, she was still flashing him her panties. Only, this time, her knees were spread even wider apart than they were before. He not only could see his mother's white panties but also, he could see her pussy mound, her pussy slit, her camel toe, her darker patch of blonde pubic hair, and a few stray hairs the peeked out of her panties.

'She's making me so horny,' he thought. 'How could she not know that she's flashing me her panties?'

Making him horny, with him having a fetish for his mother's panties and his mother's cunt, she was giving him a real panty show of her panty clad pussy. He only wished she wasn't wearing panties. He only wished he was seeing her glistening wet, naked pussy instead of her panty clad cunt. In the way that he'd love to show his mother his naked prick, he'd love to see her naked pussy. He was tempted to pull out his prick and masturbate in front of her while staring at her panties but not want to ruin him sleeping with her, he didn't.

'Is she deliberately flashing me her panties? Is she sexually teasing me? Is she incestuously enticing me? If I wasn't horny enough before, I'm even hornier now from seeing so very much of my mother's panty covered pussy,' he thought. 'Having gone through her lingerie drawer enough while masturbating myself over her panties, I'm sexually intimate with every pair of my mother's panties. I love my mother's panties, especially when she's wearing them and especially when she's flashing them and I'm seeing them.'

"Actually, Mom. I'm tired. I'm ready for bed now," he said standing, stretching, and yawning.

He couldn't wait to go to bed with his mother. He couldn't wait to see what she'd wear to bed. She yawned with him. He couldn't wait for her to fall asleep so that he could sexually abuse his mother.

"The wine made me sleepy. I'm ready for bed too," she said yawning again.

She stood and carried the wine glasses and the empty wine bottle to the kitchen. She threw out the wine bottle, rinsed the glasses, and left them upside down in the strainer to dry.

'I can't believe I'm sleeping with my mother in her bed. I can't believe she agreed to sleep with me. I can't wait to hold her, hug her, comfort her, cuddle her, and spoon her. I can't wait to press my erect cock up against her nightgown clad ass while dry humping her. I can't wait to see something and/or feel something of her that I shouldn't see and/or feel. Merry Christmas to me, the best Christmas of my life, I'll never forget this Christmas,' he thought.

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Christine readied herself for bed while Tommy undressed in his room. Obviously, a telling sign, feeling as sexy as she must have felt horny, she put on a sheerly, revealing nightgown she never got to wear for her husband. The sexiest nightgown he had ever seen, even more revealing than the one she wore for his father, the nightgown parted in the front like a sarong.

It had one button at the top by her neck keeping it closed. It looked like an oversized wraparound cape with two holes for her arms. Having no buttons, unless she held it closed, it fell wide open whenever she walked and/or moved. Unless she held it closed, it exposed her naked body to him. Unless she held it closed, he was continually rewarded with naked views of her big breasts and her blonde, trimmed pussy.

"Mom?" Tommy lightly knocked on her bedroom door. "Are you decent? May I come in?"

With his mind reeling with sexual excitement of sleeping in the same bed with his mother, he hoped she wasn't decent. Hoping beyond hope, he hoped she was in her bra and panties. He hoped she was topless. He hoped she was naked. He hoped she slept in the nude. He hoped she'd be standing there naked when he opened her bedroom door. He hoped she'd open her bedroom door without wearing anything but a big smile. He hoped she'd welcome him to sleep naked with her, too.

'Oh, my God,' he thought while giving himself an erection. 'How hot would that be to sleep with my naked mother? How hot would that be for me to be in bed with my mother naked, too? How hot would that be to touch her and feel her naked body everywhere as she slept?'

When she didn't answer, he knocked again but a little harder this time.

"Come in, Tommy," she said.

When she turned to him while standing and stood from her dressing table while closing her drawer, her nightgown caught itself on the dressing table drawer. As if he had imagined it, as if her dressing table was complicit in flashing him her naked body, as if he had sexually fantasized it while masturbating himself, her nightgown was stuck in the drawer. As if she had planned it, something he thought he'd never see, his mother flashed him her naked body. As if happening in slow motion, her nightgown remained wide open for a long second before she reacted and closed it.

Yet, as if in hindsight, he reacted too late to her surprised nudity. Even though Tommy saw his mother's naked tits, with her naked display happening so fast, it didn't immediately register. He saw her erect nipples and her pink, symmetrical areolas. He saw her blonde, trimmed pussy. He saw his MILF of a mother naked.

'Wow, I can't wait to masturbate over this,' thought Tommy while feeling his cock hardening in his pajama bottoms. 'I can't believe I saw my mother naked. I can't believe I saw her naked tits and her naked pussy. I'll be masturbating over this moment for the rest of my life.'

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Then, something unexpected, Christine walked to her son, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him on the lips in the way that she kissed him on his birthday, Valentine's Day, and on New Year's Eve. While wishing he could part her lips with his tongue, he returned her kiss with his kiss. He was so tempted to wrap his arms around his mother's waist and feel her naked ass through her sexy nightgown while kissing her. Yet, not wanting to prematurely ruin things, he waited for the right moment to sexually assault and grope his mother.

"Mom, what's that for," he asked?

She laughed.

"It's Christmas silly and you're standing beneath the mistletoe," she said with another laugh while staring up at the mistletoe hanging conspicuously over his head. "Merry Christmas, Tommy," she said kissing him again.

When he looked up over his head and spotted the mistletoe, he wrapped his arm around his mother's slim waist, pulled his her to him, and kissed her in the way that she kissed him. He was so tempted to part her lips with his tongue and French kiss his mother. When he kissed her, he impaled his mother's stomach with his semi-erect cock. He was tempted to turn her around, bend her forward, and hump her. Yet, with him not an animal and her not a whore, deserving more respect than that, she was his mother and he was her son.

"I'm tired," he said with another yawn while eager to go to bed with his mother.

She returned his yawn with her yawn.

"Me too," she said seemingly eager to go to bed with her son as he was eager to go to bed with his mother.

Tommy beamed his mother a wide smile.

"I can't wait for you to see what I bought you for Christmas," he said.

She returned his smile with her smile.

"I'll find out soon enough tomorrow morning," she said climbing in bed and turning out the light. "Goodnight, Tommy."

Just like that, it was over. She didn't want sex. She wanted sleep. At least he got to see his mother naked. Again, while recalling her naked body, her naked tits, and her naked pussy, he'll be masturbating over that shocking, sexual sight multiple times for the rest of his perverted life.

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Unable to see anything, suddenly, it was so dark. As if he was a blindman, he was tempted to reach out both his hands and feel for his mother. With the darkness sexually encouraging him, he was tempted to touch her, feel her, and fondle her. He couldn't wait to spoon her. He couldn't wait for her to fall asleep so that he could explore her nearly naked body with his horny hands.

"Goodnight, Mom."

As soon as he climbed in bed beside his mother, with his eyes already adjusting to the darkness, he could see the silhouette of her shapely body. Ready to impale her with his erect cock from behind, he moved closer to her to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, comfort her, and spoon her. With her nightgown so flared and having excess material, his body rested on her nightgown. Then, when she rolled over on her side, her nightgown remained beneath him while opening wider. He didn't need a night to know that his mother was lying beside him naked.

Tempted to reach out his horny hand and touch his naked mother, he didn't dare. He didn't want her to know that her nightgown was askew and she was naked. The last thing he wanted was for her to fix her nightgown. He'd rather she left it wide open, then as soon as she fell asleep, he'd be touching her and feeling her. Tempted to turn on the light, instead, he peeked beneath the covers to see what he could see of his mother. Only, unable to see anything, it was too dark.

Yet, he couldn't have planned his move any better. With her nightgown pulled back over her left, naked thigh, if it wasn't so dark, the entire left side of his mother's body would be exposed to his horny eyes. Her big, naked tits, her shapely, naked ass, and her blonde trimmed, naked pussy was all there for him to ogle the first thing in the morning. He only wished he had a flashlight. He couldn't wait for her to fall asleep so that he could touch her and feel her where a son should never touch and feel his mother.

The accidental sight of his naked mother hardened his cock. Not wanting to impale his mother's ass with his erect cock just yet, barely touching her, he didn't know what to do with his arm and with his hand. As if afraid to touch his nearly naked mother, he kept his arm to himself while allowing his hand to rest on his leg. Afraid to touch her naked skin, not wanting her to know that she was virtually naked and that she was as exposed as she was, he didn't want her to close her nightgown.

"Tommy," she said.

As if he was a prairie dog popping out of a hole, he popped his head up to see if he could see any more of his mother but she was already hidden beneath the covers.

"Yes, Mom," he said.

She laughed while moving her ass closer to him.

"I'm not contagious. Don't be afraid to hold me and touch me," she said. "I won't bite."

'Touch her? What did she mean by touching her,' he thought? 'Where did she want me to touch her?'

With the left side of her nightgown pulled wide open, when he put his arm around her slim waist and pulled himself closer by holding onto her body, his hand was now inside of her nightgown. When he held her in that way, touching her bare skin, it surprised him to feel her toned, naked stomach. As sexually excited feeling her naked stomach as he imagined he'd be sexually excited feeling her naked breasts, her naked ass, and/or her naked pussy, he couldn't believe he was holding his mother in such a sexually intimate way.

'I don't believe this. I'm in bed with my mother. My Mom is practically naked and she wants me to hold her and touch her,' he thought while afraid to move his hand for fear that she'd slap his hand away and ask him to leave her bed and leave her bedroom.

With her not making a move to close her nightgown, even though she obviously now knew by the feel of his hand on her skin that her nightgown was wide open, she surprised him with her immoral immodesty. His horny hand was mere inches from touching the bottom of her breast, feeling her big tit, and fingering her erect nipple. His hand was mere inches from touching the top of her pubic hair, splitting her pussy with his fingers, and fingerfucking his mother's cunt.

He was so tempted to reach up and touch her breasts, feel her breasts, and cup her breasts while fingering her nipples. He was so tempted to reach down and finger her pubic hair. Yet, biding his time, not wanting to prematurely ruin his chances of having sex with her, he needed to wait until his mother fell asleep before sexually assaulting her. Not wanting to hump his mother's ass and give himself more of an erection than he already had, he moved away from her to allow only his thighs to come in contact with her hips.

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"You feel different than I thought you'd feel," he said daring herself to draw her attention to his horny hand and to her nakedness.

Without turning her body, she turned her head to him.

"I do? What do you mean? How do I feel different than you thought I'd feel," she asked?

As if reaching for something beneath his car seat, he slowly ran his hand down along her stomach and stopped when his fingertips touched the top of her pubic hair. As if butting up against electrified, barbed wire, afraid to move his hand any lower, he stopped. Afraid to finger her pubic hair, he couldn't believe he was only mere inches from touching, feeling, and fingering his mother's naked cunt.

Hard for him to wrap his horny brain around, he couldn't believe he was touching his mother's pubic hair with his fingertips. Waiting for her to swat his horny hand away and close her nightgown, as if encouraging him to touch her and feel her naked body, she didn't push him away. Instead, as if giving him a reverse hump, she moved closer against him. He couldn't believe his mother allowed him to touch her in such a sexual way while pressing her nearly, naked body against him.

Ever so delicately, as if he was touching her eyebrows, he played with the top of his mother's blonde, trimmed, pubic hair. He wondered how far down she'd allow him to touch her before stopping him. With her pussy slit mere inches away from his long fingers, he'd love to cup his mother's cunt before splitting her slit with his fingertips. Ready to masturbate her, he'd love to rub her clit while fingerfucking her pussy. He wondered if she was as wet for him as he was hard for her.

"You feel younger and firmer that I thought you'd feel," he said.

For fear of being banned from her bed, he wished he could feel more of her. He wished he could feel her big tits and her shapely ass. He wished he could feel all of her. He wished he could have sex with his MILF of a mother.

"I exercise and watch what I eat," she said with a laugh. "Thank you for your backhanded compliment," she said with a laugh.

With him already sexually aroused, he wanted to shower his mother with sexually, inappropriate compliments. He wondered what she'd say if he confessed how he sexually felt about her. Instead of just sleeping with her, holding her, cuddling her, spooning her, and comforting her, he wondered what she'd do if he tried to sexually seduce his mother. He wondered if she'd have sex with him in the way that he wanted to have sex with her.

"Sorry, Mom. I didn't mean that in the way that it sounded," said Tommy.

She laughed a melodious laugh.

"Since we're in bed together and since you're playing with my pubic hair," she said laughing again. "Call me Christine instead of Mom. This is awkward enough without you reminding me that I'm your mother and you're my son. If you don't mind, I'd prefer to pretend that we're a man and a woman, someone you picked up and asked home, even a husband and wife, instead of mother and son," she said shocking him.

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Was she giving him permission to continue sexually touching her and feeling her? Was she giving him permission to have sex with her? Ready to test the incestuous water, he was ready to masturbate his mother. He so wanted to finger his mother's cunt but he was afraid to touch her in such a sexually, inappropriate way. He felt embarrassed now that his mother knew that he wasn't there just to hold her, spoon her, cuddle her, and comfort her. He felt embarrassed that his mother knew that he wanted sex, incestuous sex.

"Okay, Christine," he said moving his fingers away from her pubic hair.

Now what? Sticking with his original plan, he'd wait until she fell asleep. Then, while she lay sleeping, he'd touch her, feel her, and fondle her in all the places where a son should never touch, feel, and fondle his mother before retiring to his room to masturbate. Just when he was about to concede defeat, she shocked him with what she said next.

"You needn't move your fingers, Tommy. That felt relaxing what you were doing. Strangely familiar, like father like son, your father used to touch me in that same relaxing way. He did the same thing with his fingertips," she said taking his hand by his wrist and moving it to where it was before, only a little bit lower.

"Okay," he said with his fingertips touching his mother's pubic hair again.

He toyed with her pubic hair as if was about to give her a bikini wax.

"I'm cold," she said. "Move closer to me to keep me warm, Tommy," she said moving her buttocks against his already swollen, pajama clad cock.

When she moved like that and pressed herself against him, his fingers moved with her and instead of touching her pubic hair with his fingertips, he had a whole handful of her pubic hair. With the palm of his hand resting on her pussy mound, his fingers were just above her pussy slit. When she moved like that, the bottom of her naked breasts rested on his forearm, his wrist, and on the back of his hand. He couldn't believe his mother's naked breasts rested on his arm and hand.

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Without even touching and feeling her breasts with his upraised hand, he could feel how soft, firm, and heavy her breasts were. His Mom had big, D cup breasts. He couldn't believe how sexually excited he was just by spooning his mother while supporting her breasts with his arm as his hand rested on her pussy mound. He didn't know how much longer he could control himself from having his wicked, sexual way with his mother.

"How's that," he asked while practically impaling his mother's nightgown clad ass with his pajama clad cock?

As if penetrating her by wiggling himself inside of her, he pushed himself closer to her. His erection rested between his mother's shapely ass cheeks. Tempted to do so, he so wanted to remove his cock from his pajamas. He so wanted to lift her nightgown and slide his stiff prick between the top of his mother's shapely thighs. Only, he didn't dare.

Yet, preoccupied with having sex with his mother, he wondered what she'd do if he tried to have incestuous sex with her. He wondered what she'd do if he tried to make love to her. He wondered what she'd do if he tried to fuck her. He wondered if she'd be submissive enough to allow him to have sex with her. He wondered if she'd be appalled enough to fight him while he aggressively and sexually took what he wanted and needed from her.

"That feels good," she said squirming her body more into him while accepting his pajama clad cock deeper between her ass cheeks.

Instead of pushing him away and rebuking him, she moved closer to him while encouraging him to inappropriately touch her. Sending him sexual signals, yet, they still weren't clear enough for him to make a sexual move on his mother. Perhaps, regretting what he did or didn't do later, whether he made a sexual pass or not while exploring new and forbidden, sexual ground with his Mom, he didn't know what to do.

With his arm still wrapped around her slim waist, his hand and fingers were still in contact with her pussy and her breasts still rested on his forearm and the back of his hand. With his pajama clad cock still pushing against his mother's nightgown clad ass cheeks, he had the sensation of what it would feel like to fuck his mother in her ass. He wished he could fuck her, not necessarily in her ass, but he wished he could make love to her while kissing her and touching her and feeling her everywhere.

At the very least, he so wanted to touch her breasts. He so wanted to feel her breasts. He so wanted to finger her nipples while humping his mother from behind. Then, as if his mother intuitively read his mind, she took his left hand in her right hand and moved it to her left breast. In the way that he wished he could touch and feel his mother's big tit; her left breast was in the palm of his hand.

"It's okay to touch me, Tommy. This is how I slept with your father," she said.

Afraid she'd swat his hand away; he didn't dare move his hand. In the way that his erect prick was throbbing and pulsating against her ass, he felt her erect nipple pushing against the palm of his hand. Not even daring to move his fingers, he so wanted to pull, turn, and twist her nipples. In the way she was sexually exciting him, he wanted to sexually arouse her. Only, he feared he'd make her uncomfortable with his sexual lust and incestuous desire.

"Mom," he said.

Forgetting to call her Christine, Mom was all that he said and all that he could say. He was surprised that she made the sexual move that he wanted to make by putting his hand on her breast. If it wasn't bad enough that she allowed him to finger her pubic hair, he couldn't believe she put his hand on her naked breast. Unable to wrap his head around holding his mother's big, naked tit in his hand, her breast was as soft as it was firm and as heavy as it was big.