Perhaps wanting him to make the next sexual move, he wondered if this was his cue to tell her that it was okay for her to stroke him and to suck him, that is if she had a mind to do that. Difficult to read her, even with her naked and giving him pillow talk, he couldn’t tell if she was sexually teasing him or was serious about giving him a hand job and a blowjob. If she blew him, he’d love to return the favor and eat her.
“Okay,” he said wishing he had the balls to ask her to stroke him fast enough and long enough to make him cum.
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He’d love to cum for his mother. He’d love to see the look on her face when he ejaculated for her and because of her. As if tattooing his mother with gobs of his cum, he wished he could give her a cum bath. As if marking her as his woman by shooting his DNA all over her beautiful face and body, he’d love to decorate her with the pearls of his dripping cum. He not only would love to cum in her beautiful mouth but also, he’d love to cum all over her pretty face and across her big tits.
More than anything, he wanted to have sex with his mother. More than anything, as if she was his lover instead of his mother he wanted to touch and feel her everywhere while making out with her. More than anything, on this day of love, romance, and sex, Christmas Eve, he wanted to make love to his mother before fucking his mother. Just as he wanted her to give him an orgasm, he wanted to return the favor and give her an orgasm too. Now that she knows what he looks like and sounds like when cumming, he’d love to know what his mother looks like and sounds like when cumming too.
Thinking about putting his hand on her hand to hump her hand with his hips, with the help of his mother’s hand, he could give himself a reluctant hand job. Only, with her already willingly stroking him and with her already asking him if he wanted her to give him a hand job, he didn’t have to do that. She had already agreed to masturbate him.
The best Christmas gift he could ever want, just as he couldn’t believe his mother was holding his big prick in her hand, he couldn’t believe his mother was stroking his big prick in her hand. He couldn’t believe she was giving him a slow hand job while allowing him to feel her tits and finger her nipples. Hoping she would, he couldn’t wait for her to suck his cock.
“You have a very, big cock James,” she said in a whisper while squeezing his prick and staring down at his erection. She slid her body down to rest her head on his chest while she continued stroking him. “Your prick is so very hard, much harder than your father’s cock. With your father always too drunk to get and/or maintain an erection, it’s been a long time since I’ve held a hard cock in my hand.”
He couldn’t believe his mother was talking dirty to him. Now, he couldn’t wait to talk dirty to her. He pushed the covers aside to look down at himself and to look at his mother’s hand holding and stroking his prick. He looked from his engorged penis to look at her and she turned her head to look from his erect cock to look up at him. With her resting her head on his chest, wishing she’d rest her head on his stomach, his cock would be much closer to her mouth then.