Masturbating & Cumming for Mom Ch. 01

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Playing a modern day version of the Bates Motel with Norman and Norma Bates, but without the motel, 43-year-old Jennifer had grown too close to her 22-year-old son, Michael.

"Get up! Michael, get up. It's time to get up," said Jennifer barging in her son's room without even knocking on his door. "You're going to be late for work," she said even though he had plenty of time to get ready for work.

Same thing every morning, as if living in Rod Serling's Twilight Zone or something out of Alfred Hitchcock movie, this was Michael's Hellish version of Groundhog Day. Never giving it a rest and/or giving him a break, his mother had been barging in his room in a panic every day for several years, ever since he turned eighteen-years-old and was of legal age. Waking him up out of a sound sleep, with her barging in his bedroom without knocking, just quickly opening his bedroom door, he had no privacy from his controlling mother. He thought about getting a lock for his door but he'd miss the fun of flashing his mother his cock.

A silly game she played, as if she was hoping to catch him naked, he couldn't count the number of times his mother saw him naked and saw his erect penis, his morning wood. A sexy game she played, as if hoping to catch him masturbating, he couldn't count how many times she caught him masturbating, even cumming. He only wished he had the nerve to return the favor and barge in her bedroom when she was dressing, undressing, sleeping, or (gulp) even masturbating.

Only, not risking her wrath, he didn't dare. Yet, he'd love nothing more than to see his sexy, MILF of a mother in her bra and panty, topless, and/or naked. He'd love nothing more than to catch his mother masturbating with her legs spread and her dildo buried deep within her pussy.

Always embarrassed that she caught him naked before, he no longer cared if she caught him naked now. Now, instead of embarrassing him, it sexually excited him for his mother to catch him naked and for her to see his erect penis. His favorite sexually, incestuous thing to do, he liked exposing his cock to her. Adding to his incestuous fever, in the way she stared at his cock whenever he exposed himself to her, she made him horny. She made him erotically want her, incestuously desire her, and sexually lust over her. He only wished she'd touch his naked cock, stroke his naked cock, and suck his naked cock before fucking his naked cock.

Always embarrassed that she caught him playing with himself before, he no longer cared if she caught him masturbating now. Now, instead of feeling embarrassed that his mother caught him masturbating, he was sexually excited that his mother caught him masturbating. Now, instead of trying to hide that he was masturbating, if she was going to barge in his bedroom without knocking than he was going to masturbate in front of her.

Besides, he knew she wanted to see his cock. He suspected she wanted to watch him masturbate. With neither one able to take the next step across the incestuous line, this was the extent of their incestuous game. Just as he couldn't bring himself to sexually and inappropriately touch his mother, she couldn't bring herself to sexually and inappropriately touch him.

Now, instead of covering his cock with his hand or covering himself with a sheet, with it sexually exciting him for her to see him stroking his hard cock, he put on a masturbation show for her. Just as it sexually excited him for his mother to see him masturbating, for her to stand there and stare and watch, he surmised that it sexually excited her to watch him masturbating. Always shocking him that she never fled his room but stayed to watch the whole masturbation show, as if he was a CFNM stripper, it sexually excited him for his mother to watch him cum.

Just as it sexually excited him for his mother to watch him cum, he surmised that it sexually excited his mother to watch him cum too. A sexy, sexual, and incestuous game they played every morning, every day was the same incestuously flashing and masturbation show. Every day she barged in his room. Every day he exposed his cock to her and every day he masturbated in front of her.

As if she was a virginal and easily offended Catholic nun and he was her naughty, incorrigible student, a game she seemingly enjoyed playing, she seemingly enjoyed watching him masturbate himself. She spanked him with her paddle whenever she caught him exposing himself to her and masturbating in front of her. After a while, as much as she seemingly enjoyed spanking his naked ass, he enjoyed his mother spanking his naked ass. After a while, as much as she seemingly enjoyed catching him masturbating, seeing his cock, staring at his prick, and watching him cum, he enjoyed having her see his prick, watching him masturbate himself, and seeing him ejaculating his cum. He only wished he could cum in his mother's hand, across her naked breasts, all over her face, in her mouth, and/or in her pussy. Only, that would never happen.

"I'm up Mom. I'm up. Don't worry. I have plenty of time to get ready for work," he said while continuing to play with himself in front of his mother.

Instead of leaving his room to give him some privacy to get dressed, Jennifer stayed in his room to watch him and to stare at his engorged prick. Instead of reprimanding him for masturbating in front of her, as if he was a CFNM stripper and she was a customer of the show, she stood there silently staring at him stroking his cock. As if she was mesmerized by his naked prick and hypnotized by the sight of him masturbating, she stared at his hand going up and down while he stroked himself faster and harder.

Seemingly, just as much as she wanted to see his erect cock, he wanted her to see his erect cock. Seemingly, just as much as she wanted to see him cum, he wanted her to see him cum too. A sexy, incestuous game they continued playing, every morning, he wanted to cum for his mother. It wasn't until he exploded cum all over his chest, his stomach, and his hand that she reprimanded him for masturbating in front of her and for cumming all over his naked body.

"You stop doing that right now Michael," said Jennifer. "Stop that this very instant, you dirty boy," she'd say whenever catching him masturbating.

Even though she told him to stop masturbating himself, he continued masturbating himself.

"Sorry Mom," was all he said.

She could have left his room but she never did. Instead, she stood there watching him masturbate himself. Then, once he ejaculated, she'd turn his hips to the side to paddle his naked ass, she'd whack him with her paddle.

"That's nasty. That's just wrong," said Jennifer. "What's wrong with you, Michael? How dare you play with yourself in front of your mother?"

She'd beat him with her paddle until his ass was a bright pink. Spanking him with a paddle was a game she obviously needed to play to justify her bad behavior for barging in his room unannounced. Spanking him with a paddle was seemingly his fault for her barging in his room without knocking to see his cock, to catch him masturbating, and to watch him ejaculate. Seemingly it was all his fault that she had to monitor and punish his bad, incestuous, sexual behavior.

Convolutedly removing her from shame and from guilt, what she did in staring at his exposed penis and watching him masturbate himself wasn't deemed incestuous if she berated him and spanked his naked ass with her paddle. Obviously, she needed that diversionary tactic of spanking his naked ass for her not to be deemed an incestuous mother for staring at her son's cock, for watching him masturbate himself, and for watching him cum. Obviously, she needed that deflecting tactic of spanking his naked ass as her justifiable proof that she tried to stop him from flashing her his cock, for masturbating in front of her, and for cumming.

'Whack! Whack! Whack!'

What hurt him before in her spanking his ass sexually excited him now. Now every time he exposed his cock to her and every time she saw his cock, he had an erection. Moreover, now every time she spanked him, he had an erection. Now every time she spanked him, willing and worth being spanked, he was glad he masturbated and ejaculated for her and in front of her. Obviously, exposing his prick to her and masturbating in front of her was something that she enjoyed seeing as much as he enjoyed showing.

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Like mother like son, they both had unresolved emotional issues that played itself out with sex, incestuous sex. Although, never actually having had sex with his mother, the most he had ever done was to expose himself to his mother. The most he had ever sexually and incestuous done with his mother was to masturbate for his mother. With her not stopping him until he ejaculated, he assumed she enjoyed watching him masturbate as much as he enjoyed masturbating in front of her. He only wished she'd return the favor and expose her pussy to him while masturbating herself in front of him too. Only, with him more the exhibitionist and her seemingly more the voyeur, that sexy, incestuous scenario would never happen.

Conversely, the most his mother had ever done was to flash him her panties in up skirts, her pussy in up nightgowns, her cleavage and brassiere in down blouses and her tits in down nightgowns. So tempted to barge in her room in the way she barged in his room, he had never seen her topless and/or naked. He'd love nothing more than to see his mother topless, naked, or even in her bra and panty. Every time he masturbated, he masturbated with the thought of seeing her topless, naked, and/or in her bra and panty.

With neither of them having crossed the incestuous line, per se, a slow heat continuing to burn, every day they came closer to having an inappropriate sexual affair. As he grew older, more brazen, hornier, and more sexually attracted to his 43-year-old MILF of a mother, he started purposely exposing himself to his mother in hopes that she'd purposely expose herself to him. Only, she never returned the incestuous, sexual favor by exposing her naked body to him in the way that he exposed his naked body to her. Always flashing her his cock, whether flaccid or erect, he wished she'd reach out her hand to touch him before moving to her knees to suck him. Only, just as he never had the courage to touch and feel her, she never touched and felt him either.

Over the years, she had given him plenty of masturbation fodder. Seemingly not ashamed, embarrassed, or too modest to show him what he so wanted to see of her, she gave him plenty of down blouse peeks of her bra and cleavage. Over the years, she had given him plenty of down nightgowns flashes of the tops of her meaty breasts, her long line of cleavage, and even her areolas and nipples. Whenever sitting across from him, as if she wasn't his mother and he wasn't her son, slowly and deliberately crossing and uncrossing her long, shapely legs, she gave him plenty of up skirt peeks of her white panties. Whenever sitting across from him when wearing her short nightgown, deliberately spreading her knees open enough for him to see, she gave him plenty of up nightgowns of her pussy.

'Oh, my God,' just as much as he loved seeing down blouse flashes of her bra and cleavage and down nightgown flashes of her tits, he loved seeing up skirt flashes of his mother's bright, white panties. He especially loved seeing up nightgown flashes of her naked pussy.

Whenever sitting across from him, when not crossing and uncrossing her legs, she sat with her knees parted just enough for him to see what he shouldn't see of her of her panty clad pussy. He couldn't count how many times he had seen her meaty mound, her pussy slit, and her camel toe through her thin, sheer panties. With exhibitionism and voyeurism a game they both enjoyed playing, as long as he didn't stare, leer, and/or gawk at what his mother was showing, he pretended that he hadn't seen what his mother was showing.

When wearing her short, revealing, low cut nightgowns, she gave him plenty of quick flashes of her big tits and her brown, patch of pubic hair. Yet, always making her flashes appear unintentional, she never deliberately exposed herself to him in the way that he enjoyed and was sexually excited to deliberately expose himself to her. Apparently, she needed to hide behind the façade of whatever she was purposely showing her son and whatever he was seeing of her as if it was an accidental wardrobe malfunction. Every day, his mother had plenty of wardrobe malfunctions to give him a good idea of what she looked like naked. Every day, his mother had plenty of wardrobe malfunctions to give him more masturbation material.

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Only, it was different for him when flashing his mother than it was whenever she flashed him. With him willing to suffer the consequences of a paddle spanking, he was more brazen about his flashes now. It was as if they had an unspoken exhibitionism and voyeurism code between mother and son. If he flash her, she'd look. If he masturbate himself, she'd watch. Then, not to make her feel like the incestuous whore that she truly was, she'd spank him with her paddle while telling him that exposing himself and masturbating in front of his mother was wrong. Convoluted but what worked for his mother worked for him too.

"Michael, what's wrong with you? Cover yourself," said Jennifer staring at her son's erect prick. "You're all exposed," she said every day as if today was her first time seeing his cock, watching him masturbate himself, and seeing his cumming. "How dare you expose your cock to me? How dare you masturbate in front of me? How dare you ejaculate yourself right before my very eyes?"

A simple, sexy, salacious game they played, if she was willing to stare at his cock, then he was willing to show her his prick. If she was willingly going to show him up skirts of her panties and up nightgowns of her pussy, then he was going to look. If she was willingly going to show him down blouses of her bra and cleavage and down nightgowns of her big tits, her areolas, and her nipples, then he was going to look. Only, he was hoping for more. He wanted to touch and feel his mother in the way he wished she'd touch and feel him too.

With her always staring at his prick whenever he flashed her his prick, he couldn't help but wonder if his mother was horny. He couldn't help but wonder if she was sexually frustrated. He wondered if his mother masturbated in the way that he masturbated every day, three times a day. He wondered if his mother even masturbated. If she did masturbate, he wondered how often his mother masturbated. If she did masturbate, he wondered what she thought of when masturbating. He wondered if she thought of him naked and having sex with his naked body while she masturbated herself in the way that he thought of her naked and having sex with her naked body when he masturbated.

He couldn't help but wonder if she was as sexually attracted to him as much as he was sexually attracted to her. He wondered if she masturbated in private over what she showed him in the way that he masturbated in front of her over all that he showed her and all that she saw of him. Only, she was his mother and mothers aren't supposed to be horny, sexually frustrated, and sexually attracted to their adult sons, are they? Mothers don't masturbate, do they? Moreover, he was her son and sons aren't supposed to be sexually attracted to their mothers, are they? Just as sons don't flash their cocks to their mothers, sons don't masturbate in front of their mothers neither, but he did.

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With them having played this sexy game for years, just as he now knew the precise moment she'd barge in his room without knocking, he knew the rules. Obviously, with no touching involved, just as he enjoyed exposing himself to his mother and masturbating in front of her, she enjoyed seeing his erect cock and watching him masturbate. Obviously, even though he was her son and she was his mother, with the both of them voyeurs and exhibitionists, as much as she liked to watch, he liked to show. Then, turning the tables, as much as he liked to show his cock to her, he enjoyed seeing up skirts, up nightgowns, down blouses, and down nightgowns of his mother. As much as she liked to watch, obviously she liked to show too when showing him her cleavage, her bra, her tits, her panties, her ass, and her pussy.

Only whatever one or the other showed and/or saw, they never spoke about it. They never discussed their incestuous, sexual attraction. The only conversation they had about it was when his mother was spanking him with her paddle and berating him for exposing himself to her and masturbating himself in front of her. Continuing to live their lives as loving mother and loving son, it was as if the incestuous flashing never happened until it happened again the next day.

Wanting to give his mother the most bang for her voyeurism buck, he timed his ejaculation for when his mother was in his room to watch his cock explode cum all over his chest, his stomach, and his hand. If it wasn't enough for his mother to see his erect prick and to catch him masturbating, it was so much more sexually exciting for him to show her and for her to see him cum. If only by her stare, with her never removing her eyes from his ejaculating prick, he knew his mother enjoyed watching him masturbate himself. He knew his mother enjoyed seeing him cum.

Not a son to disappoint his mother, he loved showing his mother his hard, hairy prick. He loved exposing his erect prick to his mother. He enjoyed masturbating and cumming for his mother. Seemingly, she enjoyed staring at his prick, watching him masturbate himself, and watching him cum as much as he enjoyed showing her his prick and cumming for her.

After she paddled his naked ass for him sexually abusing himself, instead of leaving his room, she stayed and stood there while staring down at his cum leaking cock as if she had never seen a semi-erect, oozing prick before. She'd stare at his cock as if she had never seen his cock before when she had seen his cock hundreds of times. Then, playing her helpful and doting motherly role, she'd grab a handful of tissues and wiped the cum from his chest, his stomach, his hand, and his cock.

'Oh, my God,' he thought to himself while watching her clean the cum from his cock and while wishing she'd touch his erect prick with her fingers and her hand without the tissue.

"You shouldn't be doing this Michael," she always say. "Just as you shouldn't be exposing your penis to Mommy, you shouldn't be playing with yourself in front of your mother," said Jennifer to her son, Michael.

With him naked from the waist down, as if she had some sort of sexual fetish with tissues full of his cum, she'd sit beside him on his bed while staring at his erect penis and dabbing at his stiff prick with tissues. Careful not to touch his cock with her fingertips, seemingly it was okay and not deemed incestuous if she touched his cock with tissues. He only wished his mother would take his cock in her hand and continue to stroke him and to milk out the rest of his cum. He only wished his mother would take his cock in her mouth and continue to stroke him while sucking out the rest of his cum.

"Sorry Mom," was all he said and all that he could say while watching her clean the cum from his naked body.

Yet, seriously, what mother barges in her son's bedroom each morning while hoping to catch him naked? What mother barges in her son's bedroom each morning while hoping to catch him masturbating? What mother stays in her son's bedroom to watch him masturbate and ejaculate? What son continues to masturbate himself with while knowing his mother will be barging in his bedroom any moment? What son not only masturbates in front of his mother but also ejaculates in front of his mother too? It was only a matter of time before they crossed the incestuous line, as if they haven't already, and had sex.