“It’s okay, Mom. I know how Dad was. I’d never judge you for whatever he did or made you do,” he said while suspecting his father did some terrible things to his mother.
While still holding onto his prick and slowly sliding her fingers over the head of his cock as if it was her worry stone, she gave her son a warm smile. He couldn’t believe he was in bed with his practically naked mother. He couldn’t believe she was holding his prick in her hand while fondling his prick and slowly stroking his prick while he felt and fondled her big tits and fingered her erect nipples. As if summoning the courage to speak, she took a big breath of courage.
“Your father loved my big tits,” she said looking down at her breasts and smiling with pride. As if he was her husband, she looked at her son staring at her tits. “He was enamored with them. He was always trying to get me to flash my tits to his drunken friends,” she said sighing and rolling her eyes.
He smiled at his mother while feeling her naked breasts and fingering her erect nipples. She had beautiful breasts, so big, so firm, yet so soft, and so shapely. Like father like son, if she was his woman, he’d want to flash her breasts to his friends too. If she was his woman, he’d love to watch her having sex with another man.
“Like father like son, I love your big tits too,” he said with a nervous, little chuckle.
She stared down at his hand fondling her breasts while his fingers fingered her nipples and while he stared down at her hand slowly stroking his prick.
“If it wasn’t enough that he wanted to expose me to his friends, he encouraged his drunken friends to touch me, feel me, and grope me,” she said looking up at her son. “He wanted me to have sex with his friends while he watched and masturbated himself.”
He looked at her as shocked and angry as he was sexually excited. Yet, like father like son, he imagined inviting his friends to touch, feel, and grope his mother. With the mothers of his friends all short, fat, and ugly, he had the best-looking mother. If his friends had a mother who looked like her and who had such a sexy and shapely body, they’d want to show her off too.
“I’m sorry, Mom,” he said not meaning it.
She accepted his apology on behalf of his father by nodding her blonde, pretty head.
“Always waiting for when I was carrying something from the kitchen to the dining room or out to the backyard, he took pleasure in pulling off my bikini top and/or pulling down my tube top. It makes my skin crawl to think how many times he exposed my naked breasts to his drunken friends. No matter which way I turned, one of his friends and/or co-workers would be there staring at my naked breasts while touching me, feeling me, and groping me,” she said suddenly looking sad.
James couldn’t help but imagine doing the same to his mother. He’d love nothing more than to pull off her bikini top or pull down her tube top in front of unsuspecting men. He’d love nothing more than to watch his drunken friends touching, feeling, and groping his mother.