“As shocking as it’s forbidden, I’d like to do all those sexual things with you too,” she said looking at him before leaning into him to kiss him.
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Suddenly he felt as embarrassed as he felt ashamed that he confessed his sexual lust for his mother this morning while masturbating himself. Now feeling much like the incestuous pervert he was, he felt just as embarrassed as he felt ashamed that he masturbated and ejaculated in front of his mother earlier today. In the way that his mother showed her sexual lust for him now, he wished he had been more of a man and shown his incestuous lust for her below.
Even though his incestuous, sexual lust overwelled him, he felt ashamed that he sexually desired his mother. Even though her actions and the conversation had led and suggested to what he should do, he felt uncomfortable asking his mother for a hand job and/or a blowjob. He felt uncomfortable asking his mother for sex when they were just supposed to be sleeping in the same bed together. When did holding, comforting, cuddling, and spooning one another turn into sex?
Nonetheless, he wanted much more than just a hand job or even a blowjob. He wanted a sexual relationship. He wanted to live with his mother as man and woman, boyfriend and girlfriend, or husband and wife, instead of mother and son. He wanted to be his mother’s forever lover. Justifying his lust with his immoral, unnatural, illegal, and forbidden sexual attraction to his mother, not allowing this opportunity to pass, he needed to make his sexual feelings known to her.
“Even though I do want you to give me a hand job, a blowjob, and I’d love to give you a cum bath,” he said with sadness instead of with sexual excitement. “I don’t know if we should do those sexual things,” he said already regretting saying that she shouldn’t give him a hand job and/or a blowjob before he gave her a cum bath.
It was one thing to ask his mother for a hand job or a blowjob, but it was even more perversely perverted to ask to give her a cum bath. Yet, unless she was just teasing him, his mother seemed ready to give him a hand job, a blowjob, and even allow him to give her a cum bath. Even though he wanted to have sex with his mother, he didn’t want his relationship to be only about sex. He hoped for more than just that. He wanted to be her long-term lover in addition to being her son. He wanted to make love to his mother as much as he wanted to fuck her.
He didn’t just want one hand job and one blow job, he wanted dozens of hand jobs and blowjobs, perhaps even hundreds of them while giving her sexual pleasure too. In the way that he wanted his mother to stroke him, suck him, and fuck him, he wanted to finger her, lick her, and fuck his mother too. In the way that he wanted his mother to give him multiple orgasms with her hand, her mouth, and her pussy, he wanted to give his mother multiple orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock.
“Oh, James, don’t be so naïve.” She rolled her eyes again and sighed before letting out a laugh. “What’s the big deal? It’s just a hand job. It’s just a blowjob,” she said with a shrug. “It’s just sex.”