With her able to see right through him, he could feel himself turning red.
“Yeah, well, you are my mother after all and even though I fantasized about us having sex, I never thought we’d ever be sexually intimate.” he said while wishing she wasn’t his mother. “I never thought we’d be in bed naked together.”
If she wasn’t his mother, he’d already be having sex with her.
“Now that you mentioned it, I’m curious,” she said. “What if I wasn’t your mother, what would you do to me right now that we’re in bed naked together? Tell me. I want to know.”
Again, with her saying what he was thinking, with the both of them so very connected and seemingly always on the same page, it was as if she could read his mind.
“I’m embarrassed to say Mom,” he said.
She rolled her eyes and sighed again.
“Susan. Call me Susan. Don’t call me Mom and don’t be embarrassed while I have your stiff prick in my hand,” she said with another laugh. “Tell me. I’m curious to know,” she said while ever so slowly stroking his cock. “What would you do if I wasn’t your mother and we were in bed together naked as we are now?”
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With her giving him the opportunity to say what he was thinking, he thought about all the sexual things that he’d love to do with his mother. With her asking him what he’d sexual do with her if she wasn’t his mother, he thought of all the sexual things that he’d love his mother to do with him. In addition to having sex with her, he’d love to talk dirty to her. In addition to having sex with her and talking dirty to her, he’d love to roleplay with her too. He imagined all the sexy scenarios he could roleplay with his mother.
“If you weren’t my mother, I’d kiss you. I’d really kiss you, French kiss. I’d kiss you while touching you and feeling you everywhere. I’d kiss you before fingering you and licking you and before making love to you,” he said getting aroused by all the imagery of having incestuous sex with his mother. “If you weren’t my mother, I’d make slow love to you. Then, I’d fuck you. I’d really fuck you. I’d fuck you hard and fast. I’d pound your pussy until you had an orgasm,” he said enjoying talking dirty to his mother.
As if they were both thinking about what he had just said, they remained quiet while she continued slowly stroking his prick and while he continued feeling her breasts and stealthily fingering her nipples.
“Would you like to kiss me, French kiss me, now?”
She looked at him in the way that Jessica used to look at him when she was horny and wanted sex. That woman was always horny. She always wanted sex. Good luck to his father for marrying her. She was such a head case. A young, pretty woman with a super-hot body, albeit without tits, but she was always drunk or drugged out of her head. The best thing his father did for the both of them was to leave with her. The best thing his father could do for her was to hopefully get her clean, sober, and buy her breast implants. He couldn’t believe he was thinking of his father and his ex-girlfriend at a time like this.