She then said “What do you mean ‘BE’ with me?!!”, and I replied “I would’ve liked to have been with you in a… uh… uh… more… intimate way.” I thought, oh my gosh. What did I just say? Oh crap, and I looked down embarrassed that I had actually said this to my mother. What the fuck was I doing? Obviously, my prick was doing all the thinking here.
When I realized she wasn’t yelling at me, I finally slowly looked up into her eyes. There was no anger or reluctance that I could detect. Was this a green light? What’s going on here? That’s when I slowly started to lean in a bit to see what she’d do, nut she didn’t do anything. She didn’t lean in, and she didn’t lean back. So, I just went for it. I took her into my arms, and lightly kissed her in a not so son like manner. When I pulled back, she just looked at me for a moment confused I think, and then I leaned in again. This time, I kissed her more passionately, and she started to kiss me back. It was a nice romantic type of kiss with no tongues. We just pressed our lips together for a while as we let our lips move about and feel each other. It was wet, and moving like you might see on a Hallmark romance movie… Clean, but romantic.
Then she pushed me away, and I thought ‘Oh, well. I guess that’s that. I really fucked up.’
She said “I don’t know if she could do something like that, and certainly not in front of your father.” So, I said “He’s dead to the world right now. He won’t wake up from his drunken stupor for hours!” I thought “Well that was stupid because I said it with all the anger that I felt towards my dad for his alcoholism.” She said “Still, that’s incest, and It’s wrong.” She seemed to ignore the anger in my statement.
So, I asked her the questions I needed answered in my mind. Why did she leave her door open? Why didn’t she hear me coming in? Why didn’t she cover up, and why hasn’t she complained about my brushing up against her?
She then said “I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did any of that.” She didn’t give me the answers I needed, but she didn’t deny doing it either. So, it seemed to me that she was aware she was doing those things even though she wouldn’t admit it. That seemed to be one in my favor.
Then she left the room crying a bit, and that’s when I decided to do something to make her want me the way I wanted her. I hoped it wouldn’t take too much pushing because she seemed to enjoy the attention. My plan was to call her name, leave my door unlocked and cracked every time I masturbated with her as my fantasy which, of course, was every time now. Because I knew that she would do what she always did. She would never mention it again, and life would go on as it always had. Of course, I was hoping for a different response. Like, maybe she’d rush through my door, and take my cock in her mouth. I’ve really got to laugh at that because I really thought it. Of course, now I know that would never happen. That’s a totally unrealistic expectation.
So, when I implemented my plan, I would think of her naked body while I vocally called to her “Oh Momma, I want you so much. Fuck me hard, Momma. How do you like making love to your son. Momma, you make me so hard.”
The first few times I did this, nothing happened, but, one night, I saw her shadow in my doorway as I masturbated. So, I got really loud. “Momma feel me inside you. Oh, you make me so hard. I love sucking my Momma’s tits. They’re so beautiful. You’re so beautiful. Feel me inside you. Feel me filling you up. How does it feel to have a hard cock in your pussy again?”. Then the shadow disappeared, but I knew she knew exactly what I wanted. I wasn’t exactly being subtle about it.
So, I decided to masturbate every night at the same time every night. So, she’d know when to expect me masturbating to her, and I’d leave my door about a quarter of the way open. Enough so she could see, and hear the show I was putting on for her. I wanted it to be obvious. From that point on, nearly every time I jacked off, I could see my mother’s shadow in my doorway. Man, that was so exciting knowing that my mother was watching me jerk off
Then, one night, I saw some movement from the shadow in the doorway, and heard what I thought was some whimpering and grunts. IT WAS MOANING I HEARD!! My mother was masturbating while watching me!! It was such a turn on. I lay there masturbating, calling her by name, “Momma”, and talking dirty all while watching through the cracks in my eyes the shadow movement outside, and listening to the small whimpers, grunts, and moaning.
After a few nights of this, I waited until I heard my mother masturbating again, and I said “Please come see how hard you make me, Momma. Please come in here and join me. Let me show you how you make me feel!”
Then the shadow disappeared. So, I quietly got up, took off the rest of my clothes and snuck to her room while still sporting a raging hard-on. I quietly tested her door knob to see if it was locked. It wasn’t. So, then I put my ear to the door, and listened. Was that crying or moans I heard. Was she upset, or was she excited? That’s when I decided that I’ve gone this far. I may as well push it to the end.