Incest, mom catches and watches her son masturbating and cumming, James’s mother not only catches her son masturbating himself but also watches him cumming while masturbating herself.
“Mom! Mom! I want you,” said James out loud while masturbating himself.
Imagining his hand was her hand, he slowly stroked himself while imagining his mother stroking himself.
“Touch my prick, Mom. Stroke my prick. Suck my prick. Blow me, Mom. Blow me,” he said loud enough for his mother to hear through his closed, bedroom door had she been home. Alas, he was home alone, the reason for him masturbating so loudly. “I need to cum in your beautiful mouth, Mom. Please, Mom, I need to cum in your mouth,” he said. “I need to watch you swallow my cum. Mom! Mom! Please suck my prick.”
James continued stroking himself while imagining his mother stroking him. He continued masturbating himself while imagining his mother masturbating him. If he was flexible enough, he’d even blow himself while imagining his mother blowing him. Definitely, he was horny enough over the thought of having sex with his MILF of a mother to cum in his own mouth and swallow his own cum, if he could.
“Mom, don’t stop. Please don’t stop. Stroke me faster. Stroke me harder. Suck me deeper. I need to feel your big tits and finger your erect nipples while you blow me,” said James in his closed bedroom and for no one to hear.
With his mind and body having sex with his mother, Susan, James was lost in another world of sexual depravity and erotic fantasy. Home alone with his bad self, he was lost in the world of forbidden sex with his best friend, his mother, who was now his imagined lover. He continued stroking himself while imagining his mother stroking him. He continued stroking himself while imagining his mother sucking him. He continued stroking himself while imagining feeling her big, naked breasts and fingering her erect nipples.
Perhaps hearing things, he thought he heard footsteps before he heard a familiar sound. It was an unmistakable sound as if someone had opened his bedroom door. Undeniably, he heard his bedroom door being opened. He heard the unmistakable clicking sound of his doorknob being turned and released before he heard his bedroom door squeak open.
‘Someone is in my room,’ he thought.
Too afraid to open his eyes, there was an intruder in the house. Too sexually excited to open his eyes, he wondered if the intruder was his mother. He’d love nothing more for her to catch him masturbating. He’d love nothing more for her to see his erect prick. He’d love nothing more than to cum for his mother. Only, she wasn’t home and wasn’t expected home for hours.
Other than his mother, someone else was in the house but who? Other than Susan, someone else was in his room but who? He lived alone with his mother but that couldn’t be her. She wasn’t home. Yet, with him living with only his mother, that had to be her. Who else could it be?
Home alone in the house was his reason for him to have sex with his beloved Susan while masturbating himself so freely, so vocally, and so loudly. His mother had left to check on a sick neighbor and would be gone for hours. Obviously, she returned much sooner than expected. Obviously, his mother was standing in his room watching him having sex with himself and with his horny, hairy hand. Obviously, his mother was seeing his naked, erect prick.
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