“No! Of course not!” Joey exclaimed.
“And don’t be looking at your my ass!” She asserted. “I’m your damn mother!You get those incestuous thoughts out of your head! What! You don’t think I know you’ve got a hard-on! You”re a man, aren’t you? You saw more tonight than you should have seen. I should never have let him screw me on the sofa like that. I had my hands on his stiff cock and couldn’t help myself. He was just so insistent. You just forget what you saw, you hear me?”
“Of course!” Joey was quick to reply, getting his hand in motion again. “You complained about him not waiting for you to orgasm? I was thinkinnn…
“You just never no mind what you were thinking or what you heard… or think you heard! Now get your ass back to bed! You take care of you… which I’m sure you will do… and I’ll take care of me. And keep any incestuous thoughts out of your head. I’m your mother! What would you think of me if I laid with you? It’s not going to happen no matter what! Not happening! Forget it, you hear me!”
So Joey, leaving wet cream on his mother’s back, hustled off to bed, listening to her continuing rant. “You should be ashamed… even considering me… us… like that! Should never have let you see my breast… my panties… my ass. It’s my fault! Just forget such craziness.
But he could not forget what he had seen or what he had heard. He had even more to think about now. He released his cock once more and thought about his mother’s breast and her large bubbled ass, his hand on her hip, as he stroked his cock. Was she in there taking care of her own orgasm… fingering her pussy? Her extended talk about incest seemed… confused… uncertain! Never, would the frail girls he mingled with hold a candle to his mother. He wondered how he was ever going to realize his fantasy… his desire… but he must.
Jane had reason for her lengthy diatribe on incest. She did not view incest as taboo but did not trust that a second trip down that road would turn out well. She knew her son’s nature and such an intimate relationship took love and understanding, not a one track mind centered on sexual conquest and control.
She had been an innocent 18 years old. Her mother had been bedridden for years, when her father had come to her bedroom. He had sat on the edge of her bed in the darkened bedroom and talked about her mother and how much he missed the vibrant, sensuous woman she had been. He had confessed he was not interested in intercourse but just desired the touch of a woman… which he told her, she was now. He begged her to understand, that he would be gentle, making her feel loved… and good.
He had placed his hand on her left cheek and kissed her forehead. She had not been frightened when her father’s hand had slipped to her neck and began to explore her body. She moved her body however necessary allowing him access, letting him set the course of his exploration. It had been a lengthy exploration, more of an erotic body massage, lasting 20 or so minutes. During which, she assisted in removing her nightie. He had not tried to remove her panties, though she would have allowed it… even assisted too. Her breast and nipple proved sensitive… her buttocks and crack of her ass more so, flexing and tightening with his touch. She moaned involuntary with his affectionate touches. Then, he tenderly and slowly reached to remove her panties, she lifting, bending her knees back to assist, her left hand restiing on his right forearm. As the panties dropped off her toes, she retained her knees back, ready and willing to spread for him. Instead, his left hand stroked down the back of her left thigh, his right levering her knees down. His left fingers brushed through her furred, virgin treasure and gilded over her youthful ass. She wiggled her ass and giggled with the tickling sensation. When he had finally slipped his hand between and up the inside of her thigh, she had spread her legs for him… to allow him access… seriousness wiping the smile off her face.