She gave him another sexy smile.
“Just sex? It’s incestuous sex,” he said in a soft voice. “It’s as perversely forbidden as it’s illegal. It’s wrong for me to want you in such a sexual way.”
She laughed again.
“I’m tired conforming to what society dictates with what we should or shouldn’t do. No one knows what we do behind closed, bedroom doors,” she said. “I had a sexual life before you came along and long after you were born,” she said with a little laugh while slowly stroking his erection. She looked down at her hand holding his erection before she looked back up at him. “Are you okay with me holding you, touching, and stroking you in this sexual way or would you rather that I stop masturbating you?”
Not waiting for him to answer, she continued fingering the head of his cock while stroking him a little faster. Teasing him with her gentle, motherly touches, she had sexually excited him even more by not only allowing him to give her pillow talk but also by returning his pillow talk with her pillow talk. When she continued sexually exciting him, instantly erecting them, he ran his slow fingers over her nipples. Then, as if goading him to answer her affirmatively, she reached down to cup his testicles in the palm of her hand.
‘Oh, my God,’ he thought when his mother cupped his balls. ‘I can’t believe she just did that. That felt so good. Always imagining my mother giving me a hand job, I never imagined her cupping my testicles would feel so incredibly good.’
“Mom,” he said, which was all that he could say.
She laughed.
“Don’t call me Mom when I’m cupping your balls in one hand while stroking your erect prick in my other hand,” she said with another laugh while squeezing his balls a little. “Call me Susan.”
He looked at her looking at him.
“That feels so good what you’re doing, Susan,” he said. “And to answer your question, yes, I’m okay with what you’re doing,” he said in a sexually excited whisper. “Even though I’ve always fantasized about it while masturbating over it, I never thought you’d be holding, fondling, and stroking my cock in your hand. I never thought you’d offer to give me a blowjob.”
Only, he wished instead of her only holding him, fondling him, and slowly stroking him that she’d stroke him faster and harder. Horny before and with his mother making him even hornier now, he wished she’d give him a motherly hand job. He wished she’d give him a motherly blowjob in the way that she gave his father a wifely hand job and a wifely blowjob. Now that he knew what it felt like to feel his cock in his mother’s hand, he wanted to know what it would feel like to feel his cock in his mother’s mouth and in his mother’s pussy.
“I promise not to stroke you too hard and too fast, that is unless you ask me to do that,” she said with a sexy laugh. “No doubt, you’d rather that I suck you than stroke you. They looked at one another through the dim light of her nightlight lit bedroom. “Okay?”
As if reading his mind, she said what he was thinking again.
‘It’s okay if you stroke me harder and faster. It’s okay if you give me a hand job,’ he thought and wanted to say. ‘I’d love for you to give me a blowjob too,’ he wanted to add. ‘I’d love to cum in your mouth before giving you a cum bath, too,’ he wanted to say but didn’t.