“Mrs. White, I can’t believe you want me to expose myself. You’re making me a little uncomfortable.” I was a poor guesser when it came to women’s ages, but I figured she was mid-sixties. She wasn’t unattractive and being a horny teenager, I wouldn’t normally pass up a chance at sex. I hesitated as I was confused at her actions. She always portrayed a business-like ambiance and had never flirted.
She sensed my discomfort and continued, “You’re nervous, I get it. Don’t worry, I’m not interested in having sex with you. Let me disclose a private part of my history to lessen your uneasiness. My second husband and I enjoyed years of happiness before he died ten years ago. Our love knew no bounds and my memories of those days will last forever. We enjoyed a physical connection most couples won’t achieve. His name was John and he was my son.”
That hit me like a ton of bricks. Her son was her husband? How did they keep it hidden from the community and what did this have to do with me? It took a lot of nerve to tell me something so confidential.
Knowing it was a leap of faith when she divulged her forbidden relationship, I decided there wouldn’t be any harm in granting her request. Not fully hard would hopefully disguise the sexual attraction I held for my mother. Untying my robe, I pulled it to the sides and slid forward so she could get a good look.
She grinned as she eyed me. “Thank you, Jason. Any mother would love to play with your manhood. How much bigger does it get?”
Another blush. “I’m not sure. A little, I guess.”
“I bet it does. Think of those long legs of your mom. Those tight hugs. Do you ever imagine her legs wrapped around you while you pound her pussy?”
Jesus, that did it. She was describing my favorite fantasy. Unable to stop the blood flowing, my prick proudly rose in its glory.
“Oh, my. What a nice looking cock. Don’t be ashamed of dreaming about your mother sexually. It’s natural to get hard for the person you love most. You do adore and cherish her, don’t you?”
“Of course, I do. She’s protected and cared for me throughout my whole life.”
“Yes, motherly love. I’m thinking more of physical passion. You want nothing more than to fuck your mother. You’re masturbating several times a night wishing her nude body was against yours.”
My prick lurched in agreement. It ached and I needed to get back to the bathroom to console my steel-hard cock.
“Okay, Dear. You’ve shown your interest in your mother. I had to verify your true feelings before I continued. As I stated earlier, my contests are to bring mothers and sons together, as in fucking. The relationship with my son was so strong I decided to use my wealth to enlighten others so they can share the same experience.”
Closing my robe, I sighed in relief. Knowing she wasn’t going to make an advance on me made me more at ease with our conversation.
“I didn’t know you had any children. What about your first husband? How did you and your son get involved?” I was doing everything I could think of to shift her away from talking about my own mother.
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