extrem incest

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Decent Family
by Biskit ©

Isn’t it funny how one little incident can change your life forever? Sometimes you don’t recognize it, and you just go on about your busy life without noticing that your universe has been knocked out of its orbit. When I found the hoard of pornography hidden behind my son, Brad’s desk, I was surprised only because I wasn’t expecting to find it. A little part of me was disappointed in him of course but I quickly got over that. He’s 18, I told myself, and I’m not so naïve that I don’t know that young men looked at porn. It was just the nature of the pornography that really threw me. All the magazines contained only stories about incest!

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I’ve been divorced from Brad’s father for four years and they have not been the easiest of times for the two of us. I have absolutely no contact with anyone on my Ex-husbands side of the family and my parents were divorced when I was five. My mother died years ago and I haven’t seen my father since I was 14. I was told he had remarried and lived on the west coast. Brad of course has never even met his grandfather so he has missed the support that an extended family could bring when times were tough. My fears that Brad would not cope well with our divorce pretty much came true. He was acting up and acted out for years before our divorce was finalized and it didn’t get any better after his father and I separated. He was constantly getting into trouble at school. If it wasn’t drinking, it was drugs or girls or other mischief.

We had both been to counseling and that helped. Over the last half year or so, since Brad graduated from high school this past June, I had seen my son gradually change from an angry young boy to the well-behaved and responsible young man that any mother would be proud of. Despite his problems at school, he had graduated, but just barley and had been forced to take summer courses to get his grades up so he could at least apply to the local community college this fall. When I saw how hard he worked at his summer school classes I figured our life together had changed for the best. Finding his stash of these disturbing incest magazines brought those good feelings to a screeching halt.

During counseling, we had both learned how to effectively communicate with each other without yelling or judging each other. I struggled to remember those skills as I looked at what I had found in his room. I thought maybe I had become too much of a friend and not enough of a mother to him. I worried I had failed him in some way; why else would he have this type of porn? What was going through his head, I wondered, when it came to his obvious interest in incest. I might have accepted mainstream porn, men’s magazines with pictures of women and such and accepted that as a fact of life that all boys enjoy looking at naked women. I don’t approve of that but I wouldn’t have been so surprised or confused by his choice of pornography.

What drew my son to incest, I wondered. I’m no prude. I have my own brand of erotica that I enjoy reading. I read summer love novels and fantasize about the male hunks that all women love to dream about. At 43, I consider myself to have a normal and healthy appreciation for sex and considerer masturbation normal and healthy. I’ve dated little since my divorce and when I have, I’ve chosen my partners carefully. I put raising my son above my own needs. Now I was worried that I had failed him in some way.

I knew I needed to talk to him about what I found. Doing nothing or worse, condemning him for his interest in incest would only pull us apart again. I was determined to use the tools I had learned in counseling. I was going to sit him down and talk to him about it. I left all but one of his incest magazines on top of his desk. The other one I took with me to the kitchen and sat down and looked through it to see if I could understand his fascination with this subject. There were very few pictures and only a few dirty cartoons scattered thought out the magazine. The bulk of the magazine consisted of stories about families having sex together. As I thumbed through the pages I thought about what incest was; having sex with a family member. It had such a dirty and forbidden connotation in our society, and certainly nothing my son had ever been exposed to. I had kissed a few male cousins, had adolescent crushes that really seemed to be more fun than incest.

The magazine was divided up into different sections, each one involving family sex. There were chapters on siblings having sex together, aunts and uncles with nephews and niece’s, cousins, grandparents (that was really weird), whole families and parents fucking sons and daughters. I had no idea if my son was more interested in one group of stories over another, except for one dog-eared page in the parent/children’s section. This section told about son’s having sex with their mother’s, and daughters having sex with their fathers, and seemed to have been read been more thoroughly than the others. It made me wonder if my son had thoughts about having sex with me. I couldn’t recall one instance of inappropriate behavior on his part towards me but I knew I would have to reexamine our home life.

I was determined to find out what the fascination was for my son about incest so I read all six stories in the chapter about parents having sex with their children. Sometimes the children were quite young but most of the time they were teenagers. They weren’t very well written but I had to admit they were stimulating. Rough and coarse words such as cunt, fuck, pussy, tits, cock and dick seemed to be favorite ways to describe male and female body parts and love making. Even so, I found myself more than a little flushed and excited by the time I had finished the last story. I continued to read more from the other chapters. Other than the stories about whole families having sex together, I wasn’t particularly interested in reading more. I tried to imagine Brad reading about a mother and son having sex and getting turned on by that. I wondered again if he thought about me that way or was it just harmless fantasy. It made me a little uncomfortable because I felt I should feel disgusted by such an idea… but disturbingly I wasn’t.

It was still almost an hour before Brad was due home so I got another magazine from his collection and read that one too. I like getting turned on, what woman doesn’t? But I surprised myself by how turned on I got as I read. With more than a fair amount of guilt, I unzipped my slacks and slipped my hand over my panties and masturbated as I read. I wasn’t reading with my son in mind, it’s just that the stories were beginning to excite me in their own dirty little way. I justified these feelings and my masturbating as normal carnal desires. I was definitely enjoying myself by the time I finished the second book. I had started out just rubbing my pussy over my underwear but by the end of the second book, my slacks and my panties were down around my ankles. I was enjoying myself as I lightly touched my clit and fingering myself as I read about a father and daughter fucking. The son and mother eventually became involved and the story ended with the parent’s having sex with both children. I had one fantastic orgasm and was working on a second one when I heard Brad at the front door.

“Hi mom, I’ve got the mail,” I heard my son call out as he came in.

“I’m in the kitchen honey,” I told him as I quickly withdrew my hand from my pussy and scrambled to pull my slacks up. I just barely made it. I slipped the magazine onto the chair beside me. I knew my face was probably flushed from masturbating and I consciously tried to get my heart to slow down before Brad saw me. “Would you come in here honey?” I didn’t want him going to his room and seeing his collection of magazines on his desk until I had talked to him.

“Hi mom,” my son greeted me with a kiss on the cheek before he threw the mail onto the table; he didn’t seem to notice how agitated I was. “Looks like that one’s from dad’s attorney,” he said, pointing to a letter. He didn’t try to hide the contempt in his voice. “Probably wants more money,” He commented sarcastically.

I subtly checked my zipper and the buttons on my blouse to make sure everything was in place. “Honey, I thought we agreed you wouldn’t talk that way about your father. He loves you and my problems with him have nothing to do with you.” I reminded him, careful not to feed his anger for his father. “Your dad loves you very much,” I said by rote. It had been almost six months since his father had even called.

“He’s a jerk mom and you know it. Go ahead and open it. I bet I’m right. He wants more money from you.” He said as he went to the refrigerator and got himself a soda.

“Shit,” I said under my breath as I read the letter. Brad was right; it was from my ex’s attorney. In lawyer speak, it was always addressed to me by my full name, Mrs. Angela Hunt and it went on to say that my ex-husband was requesting a hearing so he could get more money from me. I still kick myself for not having the prenuptial agreement my lawyer suggested before I married. I was the one with the successful business and my ex was trying to bleed me dry. I hated it as much as Brad did but I promised Brad’s father that I wouldn’t badmouth him in front of his son.

“Was I right? Dad wants more money for his cheap girlfriends, doesn’t he? He’s such a looser mom.” Brad said as he slumped in the chair across from me. “Don’t give him another dime.” Brad was wearing silk jogging shorts and a well-worn t-shirt. His muscular arms and chest heaved as he stewed about his father.

He was right but he and I had other things to talk about. “Honey, we have more important things to talk about than your dad.” I put the letter back in the envelope and worked up the courage to talk about his incest magazines.

“Important? What Mom?” Brad fumed, his anger still focused on his father’s letter.

“This honey.” I picked up the magazine from the chair beside me and slide it across the table to him. “I was cleaning in your room and accidentally came across your collection.” I tried not to make it sound like I was being judgmental. His interest in incest was what I wanted to talk to him about. I wanted him to know I knew about them and that as his mother and friend, we needed to talk about them.

“Oh shit,” he said muttered, embarrassed, as he stared at the front cover of the magazine. The title, “Family Fun, stories of loving families,” stared up at him. An innocent looking young girl was being screwed by an older man was on the cover to the magazine. The look of joy on the girls face told its own story.

I stifled my laugh at his reaction. “Yes, oh shit is probably what I would have said too,” I said and covered my face so he wouldn’t see me trying to suppress a smile. His reaction really was funny and I actually felt sorry for him. “I’m sorry honey, I wasn’t snooping,” I told him when I was able to be serious again. “I accidentally knocked some things off the back of your desk and when I moved it to retrieve them, I found your magazines.” I wasn’t apologizing for finding them but I wanted him to know I knew about them and wanted to talk about them.

Brad looked crushed as he sat across from me. “I’m sorry mom… I, ah I won’t… ” He left his words hanging in the air.

“Honey, you’re18 almost grown up and you really don’t need to apologize to me for what you read. It’s not as if these are illegal… ” I reached over and turned the magazine so it was facing me. “I know boys… young men your age,” and women my age I silently thought, “look at adult magazines and pictures and read lots of different things.” I started to loose track of what I wanted to say as my mind drifted back to the story of the mother and son I had just been masturbating over. I was having difficulty focusing, especially since my pussy had been denied its second orgasm. “I’m not saying it’s wrong, I… I, well I just wonder if I should be concerned about the content and that you have so many of these magazines.”

“I don’t have that many,” he defensively said.

“Honey, you have a dozen or so and they are all about the same subject; incest.” I corrected him. “I think that qualifies as a lot.”

Brad got more defensive. “So what? I like reading porn,” He bluntly stated but averted my eyes.

To break the ice before this got out of hand, I chuckled lightly. “I kind of figured that out.” I didn’t want him thinking he had to defend himself but I wanted him to tell me about his interest. “This isn’t just porn honey,” I held up the magazine. “It’s incest.” I looked at the cover and smiled inwardly as I recalled reading it only a few minutes ago.

Brad looked sheepishly up at me, hoping it was ok if he smiled since I had made a little joke. “I’m sorry mom.”

“I know you are baby, but you don’t have to be and I think what you really mean is that you’re sorry I found them.” I couldn’t help but smirk at my own humor. “Well I did find them, and now I think we need to talk about them.

“What’s there to talk about mom? I like this kind of stuff and I read it. What more do you want me to say?” He was getting defensive again and refused to look at me. I didn’t want him to shut down on me.

“Brad honey, I know talking about sex with your mother isn’t the easiest thing in the world but it isn’t easy for me either. I’m just wondering, since it’s out in the open now, if you want to talk about it with me. All those months in therapy together gave us the tools to use when we need to talk, let’s use them, ok?” I was throwing him a lifeline and hoped he took it.

Slowly Brad opened up to me. “It’s not really a big deal mom. I just like reading about that kind of stuff.” He started. “It excites me.” Redness crept up his neck.

“By stuff you, of course, mean incest.” I was going to insist he call it what it was.

Brad let out a big sigh and nodded. “Ok, yes mom, I like reading and thinking about incest.” This time he looked up and met my eyes. “I get turned on by reading it,” he told me.

I couldn’t help but notice how flushed his neck and face were, and as charming as I found that, I wasn’t going to let him stop talking about his interest in incest yet. “Now that wasn’t so difficult was it,” I smiled and playfully kicked him under the table. A perverse pleasure swept over me at hearing him tell me how it turned him on. It turned me on too. The dampness between my legs was proof enough that I also found reading incest exciting.

“Yes it was.” He said a little sarcastically, but he still managed a little grin. He was feeling a little better now that he knew I wasn’t mad or disgusted with him.

I laughed and so did he. “I guess it was.” I smiled and touched his hand. “Honey, it’s just that incest is so… well it’s not like other pornography where you look at pictures of women or read stories about things and then think about them and… masturbate.” I knew referring to masturbation wouldn’t embarrass him since we’d talked about how normal it was for anyone to do. “But this is about family members having sex together and I guess I need to know if… if you just enjoyed reading about it or if there was more… ” The air in the kitchen grew heavy as I waited for Brad to answer. I had to know if he thought about having sex with me.

Brad took his time answering and when he finally did, he ignored my pointed question but at least kept talking. “I guess that’s why I like reading about it mom, because it is family and it’s so totally wrong but at the same time its exciting and… and I like jerking off when I read it.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. “”Thank you for being so graphic. Well we really have come a long way for you to admit mastur… jerking off, as you call it. You know I think that’s healthy… to talk about it.” I almost laughed again. I really wanted to know if he thought about me when he jerked off. I hesitantly asked. “Do you think about… me when you ah… when you jerk off?”

Brad’s eyes were fixed on the table when he answered. “Yes.”

A sexual rush gripped my pussy when he admitted that. “I see,” I said as I tried to control my emotions. Why did that excite me so much? “Well, I guess I should be flattered.” I said and brushed my long brown hair out of my eyes. “I actually took the time to read a few of the stories to get an idea what they were all about.” I wanted him to know I had read what he masturbated to.

“And?” Brad said looking slyly at me.

“And what?” I asked, suddenly feeling the tables were being turned on me a little.

“And did you like them?” He asked smugly.

“I wish now that I hadn’t reminded you about your coping skills,” I said and felt myself blush. I had enjoyed them but I knew I couldn’t tell him that.

“You’re not answering the question Mom. You’re avoiding. Did you like them?” He asked seriously. He was enjoying the fact that he had deflected some of the heat from himself and sent it back to me.

“This isn’t about what I like or don’t like. We’re talking about you. I read them to see what they were about and what about them turned you on… ” I tried my best not to think about him thinking about me and masturbating as he read them.

“And did you find out mom?”

“Stop it. I’m the one that’s asking the questions,” I covered my mouth so he wouldn’t see me stifling a smile but he was too perceptive. Mischief danced in his eyes.

“You’re avoiding the question again Mom,” Brad pointed out as he pushed me more than I was comfortable with.

“I’m not answering that because this is about you and your interest in incest… ” I stared him down and was pleased when I made him break eye contact with me. “But I will tell you what I thought about them if you want,” I squeezed my legs together to control the rush surging through my pussy. “They aren’t very well written but I can understand why the stories,… why you like them.” I admitted. I sat there with a straight face. I was determined not to smile or laugh.

“See, now that wasn’t so difficult was it?” He laughed; knowing he had backed me into a corner. He got me to admit I enjoyed them. When Brad stood, I couldn’t help but notice how his shorts had crept up around his crotch. He had what looked like the start of a hard-on and seeing it made my mouth dry.

He was exasperating but I loved him for being himself. “Look honey,” I said when I felt I had gained my composure again. “You can read them all you want. I won’t tell you you can’t, that would be silly,” I admitted. “And now that I know you have them, it would be silly of you to have to hide them.” I hadn’t expected this conversation to go this way but since it had I decided to press on. For reasons of its own, my pussy was starting to tingle and it was getting impossible to ignore. Something in me loved knowing he fantasized about me when he read them. “Since you said you think about us having sex, I guess you like the chapters on parents and children?” I had to press my legs even tighter together and as I tried to suppress another bolt of sexual excitement. I wanted to hear him tell me again how he thought of me when he masturbated.

Brad tilted his head back and finished his soda and delayed answering for a moment. When he did, it was all I could do not to reach between my legs and touch myself. “I like the ones about mother’s and sons and whole families.” He fidgeted with the magazine, nervously spinning it on the table in front of us. “I like thinking about you and me doing it mom. Does that upset you?” He suddenly seemed very confident of himself.

“Oh,” I said softly under my breath. “Yes… I mean no, it doesn’t upset me or… worry me as much as it did a few minutes ago.” My voice trailed off as I thought about that. I wasn’t upset; on the contrary, I actually felt very excited. I watched him play with the magazine and I lost myself in thought as I reminded myself why I was so damp between my legs. I hadn’t had time to dry myself off after masturbating and I could feel my secretions soaking through my panties. I turned my head so I wouldn’t have to look him in the eyes when I mentioned that text books had been written about this subject, “They say it’s normal for sons to think about making love to their mothers.” I didn’t know much more than that but I felt it was important to mention. My pussy contracted and it took all my will power to hold myself still as I visualized making love with my son… committing incest with him.
A big smile covered Brad’s face. “I guess I’m pretty normal then, Mom. I think about making love to you, a lot.” His frank statement shocked and thrilled me. “I guess you think I’m a pervert or something.”

I had to clinch my pussy muscles and I noticeably shook and worried that Brad would realize what was happening to me. I had to work to control my shaky voice when I stood and went to him. I touched his cheek and told him. “I don’t think you’re a pervert. You’re my son and I love you.” I was aware of how close our bodies were when Brad stood up. “I guess I should feel flattered that you think that way about me.” I was speaking to his chest, not daring to look into his eyes. I could feel the heat from his body and it made me nervous. “I just never imagined you felt that way about me.” I wanted to feel repulsed by the idea but deep down I was actually enjoying the idea that he had fantasies about me. It made me feel young and wanted again.

“You should feel flattered mom. You’re just so beautiful and I can’t help it if I think about you that way.” Brad said honestly. He touched my hair and softly told me. “I don’t feel this way about anyone else.”

I could feel myself blushing. Was this all my fault? Have I been too permissive? Maybe it was how I dressed at home. I often left my bedroom door open when I changed and frequently only wore bra and panties when I was rushing about in the morning. Was I unintentionally fueling his fires? Was I the cause of all this? “It’s my fault.” I blurted out. I wanted there to be a reason for his feelings towards me. I had a need to fix this problem. I sat down and tried to blame myself for his feelings.

Brad came around the table and hugged me from behind. “No mom, it isn’t your fault. It’s me. I’m the sicko. You’ve never done anything wrong. I’m in love with who you are.” He said as he wrapped his arms lovingly around me and hugged me tightly. He had my arms lightly pinned as he cajoled me “You’re perfect mom, it’s me. I’m sorry if I’ve upset you.” Brad kissed my hair and sighed. “You can’t help it if you’re so beautiful and you have such a sicko for a son.”

His arms felt wonderful and I sensed the tension of the moment passing. I was relieved we had gotten through this crisis. “You haven’t upset me honey and you know I’m not perfect, far from it and I certainly don’t think you’re a sicko.” I smiled inwardly and put my hands over his strong arms and ran them over them, enjoying how muscular he felt. Not surprisingly, the burning sensation between my legs came back. I closed my eyes and pictured him jerking off while he thought about making love to me; his mother and I became wetter. “Any other woman would love to have such a handsome young man fantasizing about her. Honey, if I wasn’t your mother, I might just make you back up all that flattery.” We were back being our playful selves again but I didn’t recognize that this was far from being over.

Brad sighed and hugged me tighter, “But if it wasn’t you Mom, I wouldn’t be interested. I know that sounds weird but that’s why they call it incest. That’s why it turns me on so much, making love to my own mother.” He whispered and softly nuzzled my neck.

How could I have forgotten? It was more than just having a crush on me. It was also about how forbidden incest was. And then, as if awakening from a sleep, I became aware of the electrically charged air and how intimate the two of us were right now. Brad’s warm breath on my neck and his arms around me weren’t a son’s touch anymore. I almost panicked. “Brad honey, you have to stop that, or… ” I laughed nervously and moved my neck away from his warm lips, trying to distance myself from them. I instinctively moved to free myself from his arms, but only managed to push them down around my waist. I was definitely not in control anymore. I don’t know how this had turned so intimate but it had and I grew alarmed when I realized how my body was responding to my son’s lips and touch.

“Or what mom? Brad asked as he tightened his arms around my waist and kissed my neck again. His lips sent shivers through my body. His kisses grew longer and more sensuous. I felt his tongue as he trailed it over my neck. It was a lover’s kiss. “I love you so much Mom.” He murmured into my ear.

His kisses and words made me shiver. “Or nothing!” I exasperatedly gasped as a hot rush flowed down my neck and went directly to my pussy. What was happening to me? I shouldn’t be letting him touch me like this. “You have to stop that right this minute or you’re going to be in so much trouble mister.” I was trying to sound serious but I don’t think I was succeeding.

“I will Mom, but I just want to show you how much I love you and how beautiful I think you are.” His open palms pressed against the flat of my stomach and I sensed how close his fingers were to the underside of my breasts. “I’ll stop anytime you tell me to, Mom.” He said as he nibbling behind my ear. I shook all over. His voice dropped an octave and became husky and sensual. “You taste delicious Mom.”

I laughed nervously as he sent shivers through me. “Then stop now!” I said with more feeling than I actually felt. I was confused and upset with myself when I didn’t make him stop. The warmth and pressure from his hands so near my breasts was incredibly erotic. I was wearing a bra and wished I wasn’t. I knew what was happening was wrong but I couldn’t help myself. It was as if a switch had been turned off to my brain and another one turned on to my pussy. I took Brad’s hands in mine and held them, knowing that what I wanted was wrong. I had the ability to stop this but not the willpower. I held his hands just below my breasts and moved them over the flat of my stomach. “Please honey, you should stop,” I was practically purring when his lips found the tender area right behind my ear and his hands brushed the underside of my bra and breasts.

“How come I don’t think you want me to stop Mom?” Brad asked as he inched his hands upward until he was cupping the underside of my breasts. “Do you really want me to stop Mom? Tell me and I will.” He held his hands still but the pressure and warmth from them was still incredibly delicious. When I didn’t push them away he only grew bolder. He lifted my breasts and felt their fullness. He was driving me crazy. “I’ve always wanted to do this Mom?” His hands covered my breasts as he explored them.

I wanted to tell him to stop but couldn’t. The heat coming from his hands felt incredible and I gasped as he curled his fingers over each of my breasts and possessively massaged them through my bra. “No, no, Brad, you shouldn’t do that,” I moaned coarsely and arched my back; exposing even more of my neck for his hot lips. I wanted him to stop but it was as if my will to think straight was gone. I brought my hands up and covered his and half-heartedly tried to pull them away. “No Brady, this is so wrong. I… I… ah… I don’t want you to do this. Please honey, you have to stop.” My words were devoid of conviction as I held my hands over his. I let him touch me, and it felt wonderful… it felt right. My heart was pounding; it was difficult to sit still as my pussy contracted with spasms of desire for him. “Brad honey, you have to stop.” I weakly moaned as he passionately kissed my neck and ears.

“I will mom, as soon as I know you really want me to stop.” He nuzzled my neck again and kissed me with his hot lips; his hot tongue found my ear lobe and washed it. “You’re so beautiful and you make me so horny Mom.” He felt my body react to his words and hands and he took my silence to continue. He used his thumbs to find my hard nipples and electrified them every so lightly until each were rock hard. He cupped each breast and massaged them. “And these are so beautiful Mom.” He kept kissing my neck and ears and I melted when he told me, “I think about them all the time, Mom. I think about how big they are and how full and firm they feel right now. I jack-off thinking about them Mom. Does that upset you?” He asked innocently.

“Ahhh,” I moaned. “No, no, no… it doesn’t upset me.” I purred as I thought about his cock. I let him touch me for several long seconds before I tried to come to my senses. I knew it was wrong but it felt so right and I didn’t want it to stop. “Stop Brad. I’m your mother, this is all so wrong.” I feebly said, and tried to push his hands from my breasts. I realized that reminding him I was his mother only fueled his thoughts of incest for me. I couldn’t help myself when I said it again. Brad held my breasts even harder when I told him, “I’m your mother.” I said it again and felt my first orgasm slam through my body. “I can’t let you do this. I’m your mother and it’s so wrong!” Each time I reminded him and myself that I was his mother; I came again. “We have to stop,” I gasped when he pinched my nipples. “Ahhhh,” I moaned louder. I couldn’t keep my legs still; they were opening and closing as if they had a mind of their own. Each time they closed, a thunderclap shook my pussy. “No honey, please you… we can’t do this. I’m your mother.” I moaned one more time and literally collapsed in his arms.

Brad only fueled the fire between my legs. “Mom,” He said and moaned with me. “They feel so wonderful Mom, you’re so beautiful.” He repeated and squeezed each one. “Can I touch them Mom? Can I see them? Just once? I won’t ever ask again. Please Mom, let me look at your breasts and touch them just once. Please.” The anguish in his voice matched the throbbing in my body.

“Brad, you’re crazy. I won’t, I can’t. It’s wrong and you shouldn’t even ask. All those stories about mothers and son’s aren’t real, they’re just fantasies. I read them too so I understand how you feel, but I can’t.” I told him but still did nothing to make him stop playing with my tits. “Just enjoy this moment.” I told him as I moved my hands over his.

“Please Mom, no one will know. It’s just you and me, and I love you so much, won’t you please just let me see them once?” His hands were moving all over me and I really didn’t want him to stop. My body stiffened and I moaned out loud. I had my second,… no, my third orgasm. I couldn’t keep track anymore. I was so moist; I thought I might have wet myself. As much as I wanted to give into his desires, I knew I couldn’t disrobe for him. That would be too much but I wanted something. I compromised with him and myself.

“If I let you touch them just this once, will you promise never to ask again?” I wanted him to see them, to touch them and know them. I wanted this one moment of pure lust and incest to continue.

“I promise mom, just once and I’ll never ask again!” He reached down and tried to pull my sweater over my head.

“NO! Stop Brad!” I pushed his hands away, stopping him. “I’ll let you see them but I won’t let you undress me.” I pulled my sweater back down and pulled my arms inside and reached around and managed to unhook my bra and worked my arms through the straps. I pulled it out a sleeve and threw it on the table. It stared back at me, my crushed cups telling their own sordid story. I was braless and I felt wickedly free and excited. “Just this once and I never want you to ask again.” I pulled my son around in front of me. I parted my legs and I pulled him between them. I saw how hard he was and it made me shake all over. Before I could change my mind, I placed his hands under my sweater and let him touch my breasts. I was committing my first act of incest and it was wonderful.

Brad moved his hands all over them. “They’re awesome Mom!” He breathed heavily as he found my nipples. “They’re so beautiful! I love them.” He croaked. “I can’t believe how firm and full they are and I love you for letting me touch them. You wouldn’t believe how many times I’ve jacked off thinking about doing this.” He easily told me as he played with each nipple, rolling them between his fingers and made them even harder. He was so engrossed with my boobs that he didn’t realize I had another orgasm.

“Just this once,” I wheezed as my climax tore through me. “Just this once Brad honey. Please don’t ask again.” I squeezed my legs around him, hoping to find his cock. I was disappointed when I couldn’t find it.

“I won’t Mom.” He said as he pushed my sweater over my breasts and up around my shoulders. “So beautiful mom, they’re just so big and perfect.” He said as he gazed at them and kneaded them tenderly. “I could look at them forever,” He muttered happily and shocked me when he moved his mouth to them and kissed them. He licked and sucked both of my nipples and I shook uncontrollably. “You like me doing this don’t you mom? I can tell.” He said as he made love to each breast.

I held his mouth to my breasts and moaned. “Huh, mmmm.” I moaned. He was right; I loved everything he was doing to me. I was surprised at how gentle he was. I would have expected him to be clumsier, cruder. He was worshipping them as no lover had ever done before. I couldn’t look at him when I admitted. “Yes honey, I like what you’re doing.” I jumped when I felt his cock move against the inside of my thigh and it thrilled and scared me when I realized how big and how hard it was. I knew I had to stop him before this went any further. “That’s enough Brad, no more.” I breathlessly told him and pulled my sweater back down and moved his hands away from my breasts. I stood up and picked up my bra and numbly looked at it while my body continued to quiver and shake. “Honey, you have to promise me you won’t ask again.” My voice had no resolve and I feared what would happen if I let him touch me again.

Brad stood before me and grinned happily. He had no remorse or regrets. “I won’t, I promise, and I’m not sorry Mom.” His hard cock tented the front of his shorts and reminded me of a huge wave cresting a beach.

I wasn’t sorry either but I didn’t dare tell him that. He came towards me and I dropped my bra and held up my hands. “No.” I whimpered. I didn’t trust myself to let him touch me. I shouldn’t have let this go past the first few moments but I had… willingly. Now looking into his eyes and seeing his misguided love for me, I melted inside again. I reached out and took his hands and brought them under my sweater again and let him touch me, one last time, or so I told myself. “I love you too honey. I understand your feelings but we’re a decent family and we can’t do this. Read your magazines, that’s fine. I don’t have a problem with that, just don’t ask or expect me to fulfill your fantasies.” I let him move his hands over my breast and felt exhilarated and daring and depraved. I felt even more decadent when I involuntarily moved my hips against him and felt his cock. I came immediately. “Oh my… !” I moaned. I pressed my body against him as my wonderful orgasm ran through my body. It took all my willpower to break the spell that surrounded us. I finally pulled his hands away and moved my hips from his. I didn’t trust myself anymore.

Brad stood in awe of what had just happened, but understood it was over… for now. “I love you mom. You’re wonderful.” I tried not to look but my eyes were drawn to his crotch. The outline of his hard-on was there. He was huge. It made me smile and shake inside knowing I made him that way. Without another word between us, Brad picked up his incest magazine and went to his room.

“I love you too baby.” I called out silently to his back. I stood there and shook uncontrollably as I watched him walk away. I wanted to cry out to him to come back, but I didn’t. I couldn’t count the number of times I had cum and hated myself for my weakness. They were orgasms like I had never experienced before. They were illicit orgasms, ones you could only have when the love was forbidden. The seed had been planted when I read his magazines and now I only wanted more. It was wrong, I told myself, but my argument was without commitment or conviction. I knew descent people didn’t do what I had just done. Descent people didn’t commit incest I told myself, but that didn’t make how I felt any less wonderful. I was flattered and excited by my son’s feelings. His interest in incest was focused on me and that thrilled me. I’m not the worst woman to look at but I do look my age. I wish I didn’t weigh 140 lbs but I do. The two things that Mother Nature had given me were long legs and big boobs. I’m 5′ 8″ so I carry my weight well and with 36-C cup breast, I get more than my share of admiring looks from men. I stood at the back window and reached up and touched my breast. I could still feel the heat from my son’s hands and I came again when I pinched my nipples.

There were no awkward moments between us after that afternoon. Our lives moved on seamlessly but we both knew we were forever changed. I briefly considered being more modest about how I dressed but that didn’t seem like any fun. It was fun too to flirt and dress provocatively for my son. I made a point to wear only bra and panties when we shared coffee in the morning. I liked how his eyes undressed me and I was very aware he got hard from looking at me. I enjoyed our little teasing games and knew he did too. We didn’t talk about incest again but it was always there.

Having given my permission, Brad openly read his incest magazines, showing none of the shame or embarrassment of the first day. I would find them in the bathroom, the living room and even in the kitchen. He had no compunction about reading them in front of me either and that excited me. I would sneak glances at the front of his pants to see if he was hard and he usually was. It was exciting to catch him as he tried to discreetly adjust himself when he got hard. I hoped he was thinking about me as he read. I usually got so excited that I would sneak off to my room and masturbate. When he wasn’t around, I would read them from cover to cover. I can’t even begin to describe how thrilling it was the first time I let Brad find me reading one of them. It took weeks for me to work up the courage to just sit there with his nasty little magazine in front of me when he walked in the kitchen one afternoon.

“Hey, look at you.” He smiled as he saw what I was reading. “Find something interesting?” He asked as he pretended to be looking for something behind me. I know he was looking over my shoulder to see which section I was reading.

I tired not to blush but I knew I did. “Well, you leave them everywhere.” I heard myself weakly explain. I had almost read the whole magazine and was extremely turned. Of course I was reading about parents and children having sex and if he hadn’t come in just then, I would have had my hand under my dress and been masturbating.

“That’s a good story isn’t it?” Brad said as he leaned over my shoulder and pointed to the story I was reading. “She reminds me of you Mom.” He not so subtly suggested. His hands rested lightly on my shoulders and he was massaging my neck. His warm hands felt wonderful.

I knew what he meant about the mother in the story but I wanted to hear him tell me why she reminded him of me. I tried to sound innocent when I asked. “What do you mean?”

“Big boobs Mom.” Brad laughed as he massaged my shoulders. He bent down and kissed my neck several times before adding, “She has big boobs and she loves letting her son touch them.”

“Brad Hunt, you’re awful.” I blushed at the compliment and subtle suggestion.

“Just telling the truth Mom.” His hands moved down over my shoulders, inching closer to the tops of my breasts.

“That’s far enough young man.” I said and placed mine on top of his and stopped them from going lower. Brad reluctantly took his hands away and kissed my cheek.

“Not far enough Mom, but I’ll behave.” He handed me back my magazine. “Enjoy.” He said as he walked off smiling.

I loved it that he knew I read his incest stories. I knew by reading them, I was keeping the incest door open between us, but I didn’t care. I read them from cover to cover but would always go to the sections about parents fucking their children first. I often found myself identifying with the mothers in the stories and masturbated when I found one that really turned me on or struck close to home. Brad began book-marking stories that he thought would turn me on, knowing I would be curious and read it. It wasn’t long before we were sitting and reading together, trading magazines when we finished one.
“I picked up some new ones mom.” Brad casually informed me as he set a plain brown bag down on the kitchen table. It was so fun to so be so open about our common interest. The pull of family sex… incest drew us closer each day.

“Oh good,” I smiled to myself but didn’t turn around. I was daringly only wearing a thin bra and panties and didn’t want Brad to see how excited my nipples already were or see the wet spot at my crotch. We were sharing something forbidden and exciting, but I was still having trouble acknowledging it. I found it easier to tease him by how I dressed then talk about incest yet. I sensed Brad’s eyes on me, and it made me excited. My sheer silk panties were bunched up between my cheeks and I reached back and pulled them out. If he could have seen my face he would have known how much I enjoyed showing off my body to him. I didn’t trust myself to look at him when I breezily told him, “I’ve about read all the ones we have.” I felt wicked admitting that they were now ‘our’ magazines. “Some of them several times,” I added bravely. I know I was blushing and could feel the heat creep up my neck. Brad noticed too. He came up behind me and put his hands on my shoulders and rubbed them. I practically melted into his body. “Mmm, that feels so nice.” I told him. His fingers fumbled with the straps to my bra as he pushed them down over my shoulders. My heart skipped a beat. He wasn’t doing anything I didn’t want him to do, I told myself.

“I’m glad you think so Mom. I reread them too, especially the ones I leave out for you. The ones about… mothers and sons.” He put his face to my hair and inhaled. “It’s so cool how we both like reading about the same thing Mom.” His hands moved over the tops of my shoulders and inched down. “I watch you read them, and I know they affect you the same way they do me.” Brad moved his arms under mine and wrapped his hands around my stomach and drew me into him. I felt his hard cock push the thin material of my underwear between my cheeks. “I think about when you let me touch you before. Do you think about that too?” He knew my answer.

I laughed nervously as he moved his hands over my taut stomach. “Brad… you promised.” I reminded him but did nothing to stop him. He knew I dressed like this for one reason… him! I didn’t try to pull away from his hard cock. “And yes, I think about that day. It was beautiful and exciting… but something we can’t do again honey.” I knew I didn’t sound very convincing. I turned around and found my pussy pressed up against his cock. He held me lightly, and moved his hips back, making me search for his hard cock. I greedily found him and wickedly pressed myself against him. My whole body responded. If we were lovers, I would have fucked him right there, standing up.

“I think about how awesome your tits are Mom,” He whispered as he pressed back against me. His cock was against my pussy. “But you know that don’t you Mom? You know I jack off thinking about you.” He huskily said and moved his hips suggestively against me. His cock became wedged between my damp lips; only my panties and his shorts separated us. We rocked back and forth together, my pussy coming alive. I was as wet as a dishrag as I enjoyed the thrill of my son’s cock.

I lay my head on his chest and wrapped my arms around him and held him to me. “I know you do honey.” I murmured. “It makes me excited knowing you do.” I moved my hips rhythmically against him, stimulating my clit as I rocked against him. He felt so damn big down there and my resolve melted faster than snow in summer as we held each other. I nervously laughed and tried to keep the mood light. “I like it that you feel you can tell me which stories you like best.” I lightly pushed back against his cock and smiled. “We should stop this now or you’re going to get ideas.” I said as I tried to move my hips away from his. Brad’s cock followed me.

He reached behind me and pulled me to him again. “I already have those ideas Mom.” He hungrily shoved his cock hard at me this time. “Can’t you tell?” He teased. “Let me touch you again Mom, please. You loved it as much as I did.” He soothingly whispered into my ear and ignored my plea to stop. He slowly rotated his hips as he reached between us and touched my breast. His fingers found my nipple through my thin bra and he lightly pinched it. I moaned with forbidden pleasure. “This is the perfect bra mom. I can see your pink areolas and see how hard your nipples are.” He said as gently attacked the other one.

“Brad you promised!” I gasped as exquisite pleasure overwhelmed my body. “You have to stop this.” I weakly told him as I pushed my pussy back at him.

“Just this once, Mom? I’m so excited; I know you want me to.” He said as he ground his hard-on against my pussy.

Oh! I certainly did want him. The head of his cock was practically ripping a hole through my panties. “Honey, we shouldn’t. We have so much going together and I love sharing our stories together but I can’t let us do this.” I sadly told him and pushed his hand away from my breasts. They ached where his hands hand just been and I wanted to put them back

“They’re so beautiful mom. I love touching them.” He murmured softly and reached for them again. I let him.

He used both hands and I moved into him and automatically sought out his cock again. I wanted to feel him between my cunt lips again. Despite our clothes I felt his steel rod work itself deeper between my pussy lips as he fondled my breasts. I had an explosive orgasm when he pinched them lightly. My mind was shouting for me to stop him but my body was begging for more. His hard cock burrowed into my pussy and I almost cried out for him to go ahead and fuck me but I couldn’t make myself do it. I became giddy. I realized that I was having fun fooling around with my son. I foolishly told myself I could stop this anytime I wanted to. “Brad honey, I love doing this as much as you do but you promised last time that that would be the last time,” I teased. “How can I ever believe you?” I involuntarily lifted one leg and wrapped it around him and trapped his cock against my pussy. “You’re making your mother do such terrible things.” I laughed softly and moved my pussy against his cock.

Brad laughed with me and grabbed my ass and pulled me into him. “I don’t think they’re so terrible.” He quipped as he held me by the hips and shoved his cock further between my lips. He knew he could do anything he wanted now.

I felt like we were already lovers when I hooked my other leg around him and let him hold me up in the air. I was practically throwing my pussy at him now, but I knew it was time to stop. “Enough honey. We can’t do this. Decent people don’t do this.” I laughed at how silly that sounded.

Brad ignored my plea and massaged my ass and even dared inch his fingers towards my pussy but he stopped short of touching me there. “Are you sure we’re decent people Mom? This doesn’t feel very decent to me.” He kissed my neck and ears over and over and whispered, “I love you Mom, more than anything.”

I couldn’t help but laugh. This was fun and wicked and wrong and I loved being in his arms. “I know you do baby, and I love you too but this is so wrong.” I reluctantly unwrapped myself from his arms and stood away from him. The outline of his cock stood out boldly and I wanted to drop to my knees and touch him. “Now go to your room and I’ll go to mine and we’ll both masturbate and cool down.” I teased. I turned and silently went to my room and masturbated as I thought about what I had just done. I knew I only wanted it to happen again.

Later that night, as if nothing had happened earlier, we sat together and read our incest magazines together. I was wearing a thin top and panties and Brad was only wearing a thin cotton pair of shorts. Brad finished a story and handed it to me. “I love this story, bet you will too.” I could tell by his smile that it was a hot story.

“Thank you dear.” I read it immediately. When I finished, I looked over at him and smiled. “I like that one too.” I didn’t try to hide the fact that I had my hand over my pussy. I was wet enough to soak through them.

Brad grinned and winked as he stared at my crotch. “I thought you would. That was so cool how the mother convinced her son that blowjobs were actually healthy for him.” He laughed at his lewd suggestion.

I laughed, “He must be the healthiest kid on his block after all the times she sucked him off.” I couldn’t help blushing at talking that way.

Brad immediately feigned being sick. “Oh mom, I don’t feel so good. Could you please give me a hummer so I’ll feel better?”

I laughed too. “You wish.” If only I dared to just crawl between his legs and put that monster of a cock in my mouth and suck him off!

I had long lost my shyness about looking at Brad’s hard-on. He seemed to take a great pleasure in sitting in front of me with it tenting in his shorts. I couldn’t help but silently wonder what it looked and felt like. He had a swimmers build, tight chest muscles and absolutely the greatest ass ever to go with his thick cock. One time as I was coming out one door and he was coming in, we bumped into each other and Brad’s hard-on pressed right up against me. I laughed, “Brad, you’re going to hurt someone with that thing if you’re not careful.” It was meant to be a joke but it made me lightheaded to feel how hard he was.

“It won’t hurt and I’ll be careful mom,” he teased. He looked down at his tented shorts and grinned. “Maybe I should put a warning sign on it.”

“Yeah,” I chimed, “Mothers beware!”

Once when I was out of town, I found our favorite magazines at a newsstand. I was so proud of myself for buying them and couldn’t wait to show Brad what I had done. “Look what I bought!” I showed him. “The newest editions,” I proudly announced. It was the first time I had ever purchased them and felt pretty good about myself for doing that. Buying them for us made me drunk with incest thoughts. I was growing more comfortable with our intimacy with each passing day. I didn’t feel nearly as guilty about what my son and I did anymore. I knew we were closer than any other mother and son I knew.

“Want me to leave one for you?” He teased me; he knew full well that I would want to read all of them.

“Yes of course. I can’t wait to read them. I thought I did quite well saving them until I got home. I wanted to share them with you first.” I informed him. I had of course, taken a couple of old ones with me so I would have something to masturbate with.

“I’ll take one and you can have these two.” He knew I couldn’t wait to sit and relax and read them.

Then it struck me, I didn’t know where Brad bought his. “Brad honey, were do you go to buy them?” We lived in a small town and I knew none of the local stores carried Family Frolicks or Loving Families, two of the titles we both liked best.

“Where? At Decents.” He said matter of factually.

“Decents?” I said aloud and then remembered. It was the adult bookstore about 20 miles from town. “Decents, where decent people go for decent fun,” was how they advertised themselves.

“One in the same, Mom. Dirty books and videos,” He said as he rubbed the front of his shorts and showed me how hard he was. “Dirty books that I buy and share with my mother.”

He made me blush. “Maybe I could go with you next time you go. It’s been years since I was there.” I was thinking I could use a new vibrator.

Brad smirked and read my mind. “What’s the matter Mom? Need a new vibrator? Yours wearing out?”

“Brad Hunt, how dare you talk to your mother like that!” I wasn’t mad of course. I actually enjoyed being able to talk so candidly about sex with him. “But if you must know, yes I do need a new vibrator. Mine has been getting a lot of use lately.” It was fun admitting that to him. “Some young man keeps getting me all horny.”

Brad grinned. “I know what you mean. This sexy older woman is driving me crazy. I jerk off two or three times a day thinking about her.”

“Bragger,” I grinned but knew he was telling the truth. “But I must admit, my young man gets me so horny I usually have to masturbate at least twice a day.”

The sexual talk and touching only increased over the next few days and weeks and I did nothing to discourage it. One evening as I was watching TV in the living room and Brad came in and joined me but not to watch TV. He came in to read. He stretched out on the couch next to me with a copy of Family Four Play. He was wearing his favorite loose fitting cotton shorts. I couldn’t miss how hard he was before he even lay down. I gazed longingly at the front of his shorts and felt my pussy start to dampen. The outline of his cock was so perfectly molded; I could make out every vein.

“Anything good on?” He asked, obviously not interested in TV as he started reading.

“Just the usual,” I told him as I tried to watch the TV and him at the same time. I knew he masturbated or jerked off frequently, so did I, but we had always given each other some space when we got horny but tonight seemed different. It was as if he sensed he could do anything he wanted to in front of me. He was intentionally flaunting his cock, daring me to look at his bare, muscular chest and the obvious hard-on he had. He looked very comfortable with himself as he read and I liked that. It made me smile and feel good about our relationship to think we could be so open with each other. I even teased Brad about a certain story he was reading, betting him he was going to jerk off after reading it. He didn’t deny it.

I had become increasingly more casual and less discreet about how I dressed in front of Brad. The bras I wore were fancier, usually lace trimmed and fairly transparent. Even my choice of panties became more brazen. Several times I had worn thongs and Brad just about flipped when he saw me in those.

“Heck mom, I won’t have to read anything when I jerk off tonight. All I’ll have to do is think about how hot you look in those.” He was almost panting as he spun me around and looked at my ass. He stood behind me and rubbed my ass and blew into my ear. “You have the smoothest skin Mom,” he said as he ran his hands over my cheeks. “I could cum just touching you.” He lewdly promised. To my surprise and pleasure, he knelt behind me and planted little kisses all over my bare cheeks.

“Oh you devil!” I mewed as he kissed my ass cheeks. I guess if I didn’t want this kind of attention I wouldn’t have dressed so brazenly. “Brad, you’re tickling me,” He was but it felt good too. I teasingly wiggled my butt for him. “Honey, I don’t think you need my help jacking off. You’re horny all the time anyway.” It made me feel so alive and excited to be able to talk dirty with him. It was if we were already lovers.

“I’m horny because of you Mom, but I’ll take all the help you want to give me when it comes to jacking off.” He said as licked between my cheeks and kissed my ass. I felt his tongue follow the string down between my cheeks. I wanted to reach around and pulled them apart but I just couldn’t make myself cross that line… yet. When he stood up, his cock was so hard it had pulled his shorts inches away from his body.

I laughed and bent over and did a little bump and grind. “Glad I could help sailor.” I knew we were way past having innocent fun. It had become so easy and fun to be sexual with him. The guilt was lessening and so were my objections to incest. I loved having him kiss my ass and exposing my body to him. I wanted him to look at me and do things to me.

“Geez Mom, just stay like that and I will cum.” He was gripping his cock through his shorts and lustily pretending to jerk himself off.

I laughed and stood up. “Sorry buddy, times up. If you want to see the next show, you’ll have to buy another ticket.” I was absolutely dripping and the front of my panties did nothing to hide that from Brad’s eyes. There was a large wet spot right over my crotch.

Brad stared at my pussy. “You’re such a tease mom,” He laughed good-naturedly. “I’ve had a little accident too.” A wet spot about the size of a quarter showed on the front of his gray shorts. His precious pre-cum was leaking out. Brad pointed to my crotch and told me, “Looks like you have too. It’s a shame we’re wasting it.”

I innocently ignored his comment about my wet pussy. “Oh, poor baby. I thought you liked it when I teased you.” I said innocently and reached out and touched the wet spot over his cock head. “I guess you have more than you need.” I giggled and jumped back from his hands.

That pretty much blew him away. “If you get to touch me, I get to touch you too!” Brad reached for my crotch and I let him put his hand over my pussy. His finger rested between my wet slit. “I won’t have any problem beating off now.” He smiled and pushed his finger up and down my gash.

“Leave your door open and I’ll listen.” I moaned.

“I’d rather have you watching.”

“Maybe someday I will.” I grinned wickedly and left him standing there thinking about that.

Touching and flirting became everyday occurrences for us. I liked it when Brad would find an excuse to straighten my bra straps. His hands always seemed to end up on my breasts. I let him play with them for a few minutes as we silently looked at each other. Once, when we were hugging, Brad’s cock somehow worked itself out of his boxer shorts and found my waiting pussy. I couldn’t see it but I sure could feel him. “You’re going to get a cold if you let it stick out like that.” I breathed heavily as he nestled it against my panties. My body tingled all over while we stood like that. Brads hands were still on my breasts and I couldn’t help myself when I ground my cunt against him.

“I know a warm place to put it.” He lewdly suggested as we dry humped each other.

Brad dated and that was good but it also meant he wasn’t home with me. I actually got moody and depressed when he hadn’t touched me intimately for several days I hated being denied looking at his body too. When I was sure he was staying home, my mood would change and I would be noticeably happier and friskier and ask him, “Are you going to read tonight?” I hoped he would get the hint that I wanted to see him with a hard-on.

Brad knew what I wanted and teased me. “What’s the matter Mom? Are you horny?” We both laughed but I was dead serious about it.

I would give him a coy little smile and say, “Maybe.” He knew I was.

Tonight as Brad read, I raptly watched as his shorts rose slowly before my eyes. His cock looked immense, bigger than usual I thought. I’m sure it had to be at least eight inches long and I was positive my fingers wouldn’t reach around it. I watched as he touched himself through his shorts. He grabbed it and pulled on it twice and then stopped. I thought about what it would be like to watch him masturbate, and it made my pussy drip. I was disappointed when he straightened it up along his stomach and then took his hand away. I almost cried out but caught myself before I did. I was dangerously horny tonight and I knew I was going to do something about it. I could feel the dampness between my legs and I fanned myself to cool down. When Brad suddenly sat up and faced me he looked pleased to find me intently watching him.

“Have to pee.” He casually said, the grin on his face told me he knew I had been watching him. When he stood, his shorts poked out like a tent and Brad casually reached inside them and straightened it. “Oh, sorry Mom. I forgot myself,” He chuckled and moved quickly past me.

“You did not and you are such a tease.” I panted. I sat there breathing hard as my pussy flowed rivers. The way he had stood there and let me admire him just fueled my lust for him. I loved looking at his youthful body and my fears of becoming more intimate with him diminished with each passing moment. A year ago I would have been embarrassed to have been caught looking at his crotch but not anymore! I was the one that seemed to be begging for more intimacy. I couldn’t resist touching myself. My lightweight pajama bottoms were thin enough to easily masturbate through. Within seconds my crotch was soaked and I pushed my finger through the wet material and between my slit and drove my pussy wild. When I thought I heard Brad returning I quickly crossed my legs and pretended to be watching TV. I was disappointed when it was another five minutes before he returned. I wondered what was taking him so long since. When he came back, his erection was gone.
“My turn,” I said as I stood up, making no attempt to hide my wet crotch. I was disappointed that his hard-on was gone but tried not to show it as I headed for the bathroom. I wasn’t gone more than a few minutes but when I returned I was thrilled to find Brad playing with his cock. He had his hand down his shorts and was beating off.

“That looks fun.” It was all I could think of saying. I checked my emotions as I stood over him and watched as he fisted his cock under his shorts.

“You have no idea mom.” Brad grinned up at me. His hand continued to move under his shorts. “You know I’m thinking about you.” An innocent smile covered his face as he continued to play with his cock. “Just looking at you makes me want to cum.”

“Flattery will get you everywhere,” I told him as I watched his hand. “You know what it does to me when you do that,” I exasperatedly said as I sat with my legs spread and watched him. His chest rose and fell as he openly masturbated himself. He made no effort to be discrete. My breathing became labored as I watched. Every once in awhile, I even got a peak at the head of his cock. This went on for several minutes and I couldn’t pull my eyes away. I was sure he was going to jack off right there. A little gasp escaped my lips and Brad turned and looked at me.

“You alright Mom?” He asked as he looked innocently at me. He was still holding his cock as he smiled at me. He knew he was stretching the limits of our permissive behavior and he didn’t care. Somehow he sensed tonight was different.

I couldn’t tear my eyes off his cock and I realized I was talking directly to it. “Alright? Yes of course I’m all right, why wouldn’t I be? Why wouldn’t I be ok? Just because you’re playing with your cock in front of me, why should I be ok?” I said and pointed to his hand. How could he do this to me? He knew very well what it was doing to me. Did he think I was made of stone? Did he think it didn’t affect me? Did he think it was ok to openly jack off in front of me? He must since I didn’t tell him to stop.

“Geez Mom, I’m sorry, I’ll stop,” He said as he withdrew his hand from inside his shorts. “I won’t do it again.” He looked a little sheepish but unrepentant. “I thought you liked watching me.” He said innocently and reached up and ran his finger along the length of his cock. “I thought you liked seeing me hard.”

I was

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