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She looked at him looking at her. With both of them on the same page, they were obviously thinking the same thing. Forget about the touching, feeling, and fondling, they were about to have mother and son incestuous sex. As if rethinking what she was about to say, she bit her lip. She looked at him with as much trepidation and consternation as she looked at him with sexual excitement. Then, she said what he hoped she’d say.
“What if I masturbated you? What if I just stroked your cock and made you cum all over my hand?” Not even waiting for him to reply, she fired her questions at him with nervousness. “Would that be okay if I masturbated you? Would you like for me to stroke your prick? Would you like to ejaculate all over my hand to ease your horniness and to satisfy your sexual frustration?”
Sadly and selfishly, he never thought he’d be disappointed by his mother offering him a hand job but he was. Yet, before she changed her mind, he wasn’t about to decline her giving him a motherly hand job, especially if that was all she was offering. Now that she mentioned it and now that she drove him insane with sexual lust for her, he was hoping that she’d not only stroke his cock but also suck his cock before fucking his prick. He wanted to do and to sexually experience everything with his mother.
Yet, one step at a time. Perhaps, if he showed patience and didn’t pressure her for sex, one sexual thing would lead to another sexual thing. Perhaps, after she stroked his prick, she’d suck his prick. Perhaps, after she sucked his prick, she’d fuck his prick too. He’d love nothing more than for his mother to stroke, suck, and fuck his prick.
“Yes,” he said. “That would work. I’d love for you to masturbate me, Mom. I’d love to cum all over your hand,” he said even though he’d love to cum in her mouth and all over her face before cumming in her pussy instead.
If he had his choice, after she blew him and after he ejaculated his cum in her mouth, he’d love to give his mother a cum bath. He’d love to show her the incestuous lust that he had for her by cumming all over her beautiful face, in her lush blonde hair, and all over her big, naked breasts. Instead, enjoying the incestuous show, he watched her stroke him a little harder and a little faster.
“I’m out of practice,” she said with a nervous, little laugh. “It’s been years since I’ve given a hand job. It’s been years since I’ve even held a cock in my hand.” As if mesmerized by his prick and hypnotized by his erection, she stared down at his cock. “You have a beautiful penis, James. Your penis is much bigger and much harder than your father’s penis.”
While his mother stroked him, he felt her naked breasts and fingered her erect nipples. While his mother stroked him, he persevered in his quest to learn more about his mother’s sexual background. If nothing else, he wanted to use their sexual conversation as his incestuous pillow talk. If nothing else, especially if this was the only time they’d ever be sexually intimate, he wanted to get as much sexual fodder as he could to masturbate over later.