You moved closer, you would be able to see me now, I looked at you and our eyes locked. In what was really a totally uncharacteristic gesture or movement for me with anyone let alone my son, I slowly lifted the sheet up and away from me. I exposed my nakedness to you, I revealed my nudity and readiness to you, yes, I flaunted the body that was making this decision at you.
Your eyes opened a little wider at the sight and even wider as I said.
“Come to bed with me Peter, come and make love to me.” I wanted to say ‘Come and fuck me, come and shove your cock up your mother’s cunt:’ I need to be sexually expressive when highly aroused. And boy was I highly aroused, but my instincts told me that our relationship was not ready for such words, well not yet at least.
“Oh God yes,” you groaned, moving towards the bed.
I smiled. “No, undress for me first, come to my bed naked as I am.”
You needed no second invitation and quickly you pulled the tee shirt over your head and started fumbling with your belt and zip.
“Slowly Peter, take it easy,” I whispered, partly trying to relax you and partly because I wanted to savour every second of you becoming naked in preparation of making love to me; it was such a huge thing, such a seminal moment in both our lives.
As your shorts and boxers dropped to the marble tiled floor I could hardly suppress a gasp of pleasure at the wondrous sight. You were rampantly erect with your long, sturdy cock rearing right up your flat stomach. If the male form can be beautiful, I was thinking as I stretched my arms out to you, then your youthful, lithe, firm body and stirringly hard cock epitomised everything of beauty in your gender.
Peter
It was more than I could ever have hoped for: my mother lying in bed naked, lifting up the sheet to show me her gorgeous body and asking me to make love to her. It was all I had been dreaming about for so long.
She looked so beautiful, so sexy, so alluring and so, what was I searching for, yes available. She now clearly wanted me. She wanted me as much as I wanted her. I could see by the look in her eyes and the way she moved that something had changed. She no longer looked furtive, guilty or concerned. She wasn’t taught and resistant with her movements. She seemed at ease with herself. She didn’t hide her body from me, didn’t try to divert my gaze. Instead, in the nicest and most appropriate way, she was flaunting it at me as if to say ‘Here’s my body, the body that bore you, it was yours then and is yours now, so take it, have it, fuck it.’ And how fucking awesome was that!
I whipped my tee shirt off and fumbled with my shorts as my eyes roamed over what was soon to be mine. The luscious breasts, the stomach, the thighs and the pubic covered mound guarding your most precious place. I slowed down as you told me and then slid my shorts and boxers down. God was I hard.
“Come here baby,” you whispered wiggling over to the side of the bed as I came and stood by that. You raised yourself up into a half sitting position and went on “Are you sure about this darling?”
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