Mother & Son Have Oral Sex Ch. 10

There are no underage characters in this story. All characters portrayed are over 18-years-old. This story directly relates to my previous story, Mom's First, Blind, Internet Date.

Mother & Son Have Oral Sex, Ch. 10

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Ready to have incestuous sex with her son, Emma gives her son, Michael, a motherly blowjob.

Revised, rewritten, recapped, and continued with new and additional changes from Chapter 09:

Warning from the author: Meant for mature readers, this chapter contains explicitly graphic mother and son sex. Those who are offended by and who don't enjoy reading adult stories that portray mother and son incestuous, sexual situations, please read my other chapters first. They are more erotic than sexual in nature. Those of you who enjoy reading about mother and son sex, especially when the mother controls her son to get what she sexually wanted from him, please continue reading. All that I ask is that you vote and comment on this chapter before masturbating yourself. Thanks, Violet Christine.

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As if he was about to kiss one of his mother's cougar, clones that he picked up in a bar and followed her home instead of kissing his real mother, Michael leaned in to kiss his mother, Emma. This was it. This was really it. Cool and calm on the outside as if he was a player, he was shaking and nervous on the inside as if he was a virgin.

He was about to kiss his mother, really kiss his mother, and French kiss his mother for the first time. The beginning of something so incredibly special, something so forbidden, and yet so beautiful, he was about to kiss his mother in the way that a man kissed a woman and not in the way that a son kissed his mother. He couldn't believe that their loving mother and son relationship had progressed to that of a mother and son incestuously, sexual relationship so fast.

As soon as his lips touched her lips, accustomed to giving his mother a little peck of a kiss beneath the mistletoe at Christmas, on her birthday, on his birthday, and on Valentine's Day, this kiss was different. This kiss was shocking. This kiss was outrageous. This kiss was illegally banned.

Packed with sexual desire, this kiss would be much longer and have more carnal feelings behind it. This kiss would be a passionate kiss with his tongue deeply probing her mouth and her tongue deeply probing his mouth. This kiss would be a sexual kiss where he'd be kissing his mother while feeling her through her clothes everywhere a son should never feel his mother. Hopefully, this kiss would be a sexually arousing kiss where his mother would be feeling him through his clothes everywhere a mother should never feel her son.

A kiss weighted with pent up, sexual frustration, carnal arousal, sensuous titillation, and lustful emotion, this kiss would open an incestuous, Pandora's Box of repressed, sensual feelings. This first kiss wouldn't be an ordinary kiss nor a normal kiss between a mother and her son. This kiss would be an inappropriately sexual kiss, a kiss with much more behind it than the love that a son had for his mother. This first kiss would be a forbidden kiss.

'A long time coming, I can't wait to kiss my mother, really kiss my mother, and French kiss my mother,' thought Michael.

A first kiss to test the water, this kiss would be a special kiss and a kiss that he'd remember for the rest of his life. This kiss would be much more than just the peck on the lips that he'd normally give his mother. This kiss would be the kiss that a man would give a woman who wasn't his mother. And then they kissed.

As soon as his lips touched his mother's full, red lips, he felt that this kiss was kismet, inevitable, part of his destiny, and meant to be. As soon as his lips touched his mother's full, red lips, he felt his new world order was now compressed within this new mother and son sexual relationship. From this moment forward, everything will change and nothing will be the same. From here on in, his mother would not only be just his mother but also his lover. Already, before they even did anything sexual other than kissed, the guilt, the shame, and the remorse hung heavily upon his head, weighted down his shoulders, and compressed his chest.

As soon as his lips touched his mother's full, red lips, he felt the tip of her tongue tickle his lips before parting his lips. In that brief flicker of a moment, when the tip of his mother's tongue touched his lips, Michael knew that this wasn't going to be any ordinary kiss. In that brief flicker of a moment, when the tip of her tongue touched the tip of his tongue, Michael knew that his mother was about to French kiss him. In that brief flicker of a moment, with his innocence lost to sexual debauchery, he knew that everything between them would change and nothing would be the same.

Then, it happened. With his eyes wide open and his penis throbbing in his briefs, his mother French kissed him. Emma kissed him. She French kissed him. With her the aggressor, his mother stuck her tongue in his mouth, her son's mouth, and kissed him in the way he had never been kissed before. This kiss was more passionate than any kiss Ginger had ever given him before, and his ex-girlfriend was the very best kisser. Now his mother was his number one kisser.

Having had this dream before, having masturbated to his mother French kissing him, his mother was finally and really French kissing him. He couldn't believe his mother was French kissing him. Kissing and kissing her, he kissed his mother as if she was Ginger. Kissing and kissing her, he kissed his mother as if she was one of the cougar, look-a-like clone women that he searched to find at the mall or in a club to have sex.

He was finally making out with his mother. He couldn't believe he was finally making out with his mother. From imagining taking her to his Prom when in high school and making out with her in the backseat of his car later, he couldn't count how many times he had imagined, sexually fantasized, and dreamed of French kissing his mother. He always wanted to go parking with his mother and now here he was making out with her in her bedroom.

As shocking as French kissing his mother was for him, her kissing him was seemingly sexually comfortable and almost comforting for her. As if she had French kissed him many times before, with her seemingly totally relaxed albeit sexually excited, her eyes were closed. If he were to judge his mother's sexual passion and willingness to have sex with him, this one kiss spoke volumes. Just as he was ready, she seemed ready too.

Without doubt, as much as he wanted to French kiss his mother with all the sexual passion she was showing him, she obviously wanted to French kiss her son too. With him calling her bluff, he only hoped that she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. He only hoped that this one kiss wasn't heralding a mistake, the biggest mistake of their lives. Perhaps with her unwilling to go all the way and have sex with her son, he'd hate to be the one embarrassed when she thought better of it, changed her mind, and turned him down for sex.

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When she suggested that she teach him how to finger and lick her pussy, he thought he'd be seeing his mother naked by now, at least below the waist. He thought his first time with his mother would be her instructing him how to give her oral sex. He thought his first time with his mother would be her teaching him how to finger and lick her naked pussy. He thought he'd be rubbing his mother's clit, finger fucking her, and licking his mother by now. He thought their first time together would be her teaching him how to give his mother oral sex.

When she suggested that he teach her how to stroke and suck his cock, he thought he'd finally be exposing his erect cock to his mother by now. He thought his first time with his mother would be him instructing her how to stroke and suck him. He thought his first time with his mother would be her wrapping her soft fingers around his hard cock and him teaching her how to stroke him. He thought she'd be taking his stiff prick in her mouth and sucking him by now. In exchanged for her teaching him how to finger and lick her pussy, he thought his first time with his mother would be her stroking and sucking his cock.

With her teaching him how to finger and lick her pussy and him teaching her how to stroke and suck his cock, he thought his first time with his mother would be them giving one another oral sex. Now, imagining something different, perhaps a prelude to them having oral sex, he never imagined he'd be making out with his mother. Before tonight, before this glorious night, even though he fantasized about it, he never thought he'd ever be French kissing his mother.

Yet, a bit too eager, he felt ridiculous dressed only in his underwear in his mother's bedroom when she was fully dressed. Yet, she said that she was changing into something more comfortable and that he should get out of those jeans. He was hoping she'd put on one of her sexy nightgowns that she wears beneath her plush bathrobe and that he never gets to see. Now, with his mother giving him mixed signals and with her taking the lead, he didn't know what to do and how to proceed.

Imagining a different sexy, sexual scenario, this was the last thing he imagined doing. He never imagined that he'd soon be, hopefully, feeling his mother through her clothes while French kissing her. Obviously, she preferred to slowly have sex with him in this way before progressing to her teaching him how to finger and lick her. Perhaps she preferred to slowly have sex in this way before allowing him to teach her how to stroke and suck his cock. Now putty in his hands and ready to be taken, his mother was becoming so very sexually aroused by his deep, wet kisses.

Only, other than to kiss her, he hadn't touched her yet. While kissing her and kissing her, he hadn't felt her magnificent body through her clothes yet. Other than imagining what it would feel like to touch his mother through her clothes while kissing her, the ever obedient son, he was waiting for her permission first. With him wanting to show his respect, his restraint, and his sexual gratitude for what they were about to do, this was his mother and not some whore after all. Besides, he didn't want to ruin the memory of their first time by rushing things.

After all she told him what Vincent did, he imagined this is how Vincent sexually made his mother feel when French kissing her and feeling her through her clothes. He imagined the reason why his mother was with him now was because Vincent not only sexually excited her but also sexually frustrated her. He imagined what he was doing with his mother now was what Vincent did to her in his car parked in front of her house. He imagined that Emma wished it was her son doing all that Vincent did to her body. While he was imagining having sex with his mother and puking all over Ginger, his mother was obviously imagining having sex with him while fighting off Vincent.

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"Now you may feel my breasts," said Emma lifting Michael's right hand to put on her fully dressed left breast.

Something he had wanted to do for years, he couldn't believe his mother finally gave him permission to feel her breasts. As if giving him the keys to FAO Schwartz's toy store as a child, his mother gave him permission to play with her huge fun bags as an adult. Michael felt her breasts through her clothes while still kissing and French kissing his mother. Then, as soon as her nipples erected themselves, he fingered her nipples while continuing to feel her big breasts through her blouse and bra.

This was more like it. This is what he had in mind when she suggested they instruct one another on how to give one another oral sex. This is more what he had in mind when she said she needed to change into something more comfortable. This is more what he had in mind when she told him to strip out of his jeans. This is more what he had in mind when she invited him in her bedroom.

If he thought French kissing his mother was sexually exciting, French kissing her while feeling her big tits through her clothes was so much more sexually exciting. Filling up the entire palm of his hands, her breasts were huge. Now, after feeling them through her clothes, he couldn't wait to see, touch, feel, and fondle her naked breasts. As if he was on a date with his mother, no longer nervous, eager, or anxious, he was finally having a good time.

"You have such big tits, Mother," he said breaking off her kiss to speak and to stare down at the impressions her erect nipples made through her blouse and bra.

He continued staring at her blouse and bra covered breasts as if he had never seen the full impressions that her huge breasts made in her clothes before. She had such big knockers, 36 D, natural breasts. Unless it was her form fitting bra, she had such shapely boobs. By the pleased look on her face, she obviously appreciated that he loved and devoted so much attention to her big tits. Nonetheless his admiration for her huge breasts, she sighed and rolled her eyes when he finished his compliment by calling her Mother.

"Emma not mother. Call me Emma please, Michael. Having crossed the incestuous line, now with us more than just mother and son, it's difficult to maintain my sexual mood when I know that it's my son and not an unrelated man kissing me while feeling me," she said.

In the way he had never looked at his mother before, as if she was his girlfriend, lover, and/or wife instead of his mother, he looked at her with unchecked, sexual excitement.

"Sorry Emma," he said.

She made eye contact with him while continuing her explanation.

"I'd rather pretend that we're not mother and son but just a man and a woman who found one another," she said. "I'd much rather feel like a slut than an incestuous whore. I'd rather pretend that we're having sex after our first date. I'd rather pretend that I'm a stranger that you picked up in a bar to have your wicked, sexual way with my naked body."

'Naked body? Having sex? Was my mother really going to get naked? Was she really going to have sex with me? Oh, my God. She wasn't just teasing me. She was ready and willing to go through with us having incestuous sex. Just as I'd love to see my mother's naked body, I'd love to have sex with my mother,' he thought.

Not really sure what she meant before by getting into something more comfortable, now that she said the word naked, he hoped she'd strip out of her clothes. He hoped she'd get naked. For sure, she couldn't be any more comfortable than being naked. As if in a daze while thinking about seeing his mother's naked ass, her naked pussy, and her naked breasts, he nodded his head in agreement. He couldn't wait to see his mother naked. Then, when she mentioned him having his wicked, sexual way with her naked body, he couldn't wait to have sex with his mother.

"Sorry Emma," he said again while continuing to feel his mother's big tits and finger her erect nipples through her clothes. "From now on, I'll call you Emma instead of Mother."

Then, while he was French kissing his mother, feeling her tits, and fingering her erect nipples through her blouse and bra, she reached her hand down to feel his cock through his underpants. As if time stood still, even though he froze his erect prick throbbed and pulsated by the touch of his mother's fingertips and then her hand on his prick through his briefs. His sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't believe his mother was feeling his cock through his underwear in the way that he was feeling her breasts through her blouse and bra.

He couldn't even begin to count how many times he masturbated himself over the thoughts of his mother fingering his erection through his jeans while he felt her tits through her blouse and bra. Only, better than her feeling his hard cock through his thick jeans, nearly as if he wasn't wearing anything at all, she was feeling his stiff prick through his thin, cotton briefs. She fingered the head of his prick before slowly sliding her hand across the length of his sexually aroused penis. He couldn't believe his mother was feeling his prick, albeit through his underwear, in the way he was feeling her big tits, albeit through her clothes.

'Wow,' he thought while purposely pulsating his penis to the touch of his mother's hand.

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"I can't wait for you to finger me while licking me," she said lustfully as if she was the man and he was the woman.

She spoke to him as if they were in bed and she was giving him pillow talk.

"Oh, Emma," he said. "I can't for you to show me how to finger and lick you."

She stared down at her hand teasing her son's erect prick through his underwear.

"I can't wait to feel your naked cock in my hand," she said slowly sliding her hand the length of his cock while fingering the head of his underwear clad cock again. "I can't wait to taste your cock in my mouth," she said whispering her incestuously, sexual lust in his ear. "I can't wait to stroke your naked penis," she said looking down at his throbbing erection that pushed against his underwear. "I can't wait to suck your prick. I can't wait until you cum in my mouth," she said whispering in his ear while licking his ear and before blowing in his ear.

Alas, her forbidden words awakened him from his sexual fantasy. Having the opposite effect on him, her words hit him hard as if he was having a nightmare instead of a sexual fantasy. His mother wanted him to finger her and lick her. Suddenly, this was no longer a sexual fantasy but his reality. This was all too real. His mother wanted to feel his cock in her hand. She can't wait to taste his cock in her mouth. She can't wait to stroke his penis. She can't wait to suck his prick. She can't wait for him to cum in her mouth.

'Oh, my God. What have I done? I've turned my mother into a whore. My mother is such an incestuous whore.' Only, with her finally calling his bluff, he was confused. 'I finally got what I wished to have but now that I have her, I don't want her, not in a sexual way,' he thought while having a panic attack.

With her turning up the incestuous heat by grabbing his prick through his underwear as if she owned him, he suddenly felt pressured to respond in kind. He felt pressured to have incestuous sex with his mother. With her calling his bluff, he felt pressured to give his mother what she so wanted, sex, incestuous sex. Then, when he imagined hearing a familiar sound, he froze.

'Zippppppppppp!'

He imagined his mother had unzipped his jeans. Only, he wasn't wearing jeans. He wasn't even wearing pants. The only item of clothing he was wearing were his blue, thin, cotton, Ralph Lauren Polo briefs. If it wasn't for his briefs, he'd be naked. If it wasn't for his briefs, his mother would be seeing his cock and touching his naked cock right now.

As if he was suddenly the innocent woman and she was the aggressive man, she reached her hand inside of his underwear. As if he was suddenly the man in the woods, his father, or Vincent, she wrapped her fingers around his prick and slowly stroked him before pulling out his cock. In the way he couldn't wait to look down to stare at the erect impressions her nipples made through her blouse and bra, he watched his mother stare down at his expose prick. After all of these years of wishing he had the balls to flash her, his mother was finally not only seeing his naked prick but also holding his naked prick in her hand.

'I don't believe this,' he thought while filled with as much dread as he was filled with sexual excitement.

It was difficult for him to wrap his head around all that had happened in such a short time. His mother had not only touched his erect, naked prick but also his mother she had seen his erect, naked prick, and was now holding his erect, naked prick in her hand. He couldn't believe his mother touched his erect, naked prick. He couldn't believe his mother saw his erect, naked prick. He couldn't believe his mother was holding his erect, naked prick in her warm, soft hand. He couldn't believe his mother was fondling his erect, naked prick while staring at his erect, naked prick.