"Stories 18+" Decent Family P2

Stories 18+ Decent Family P2
"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 flabbergasted. He had called my bluff. "No... Yes I do... no don't stop. I'm so confused! You know darn well I like watching you!" I blurted. "Do it! I know how much you want to. I don't care." I told him. I realized Brad wasn't looking at me; his eyes were lower. I followed them; they were on my wide-open legs. My hand was resting over my pussy. 

Brad smiled and gave me a little approving laugh. "You look like you were enjoying yourself too, Mom." He grinned as he stared at my hand. 

I hadn't even realized that my hand was between my legs or that I had been touching myself as I watched him. The damp material of my shorts was bunched up between my pussy lips. I quickly pulled my hand away and blushed. "Brad, I'm, ah... Brad you're embarrassing me!" I tried to look serious but I couldn't pull it off. I started to giggle because it was obvious what I had been doing. I had been caught fingering myself. I met his eyes and smiled. "Well I'm only human!" 

We both laughed. Brad playfully gripped his shorts and pulled his cock lewdly for me. "I'm only human too, Mom. I'll behave if you insist." 

"No! Don't behave! I want to watch you do that." I must have sounded ridiculous because Brad burst out laughing. 

"I won't behave if you don't." He grinned as he sat there and slowly stroked his cock for me. "It's pretty cool that you want to watch me Mom." 

My lips were dry and I couldn't speak or meet his eyes. "Yes I guess it is and I like doing this for you too." I let my hand drop between my legs again and ran my fingers over my pajama-covered pussy. So what? I wanted him to see me touch myself. What harm was there in openly masturbating in front of each other? I kept my legs spread, welcoming his eyes. I pulled the damp material from between my pussy lips and then pushed my fingers back between them. "I like it when we're bad together." I desperately wanted to slip my hand up the leg of my shorts and touch my pussy. 

"Me too, Mom. It's fun being bad together." He said and stretched his arms. His cock was outlined lewdly inside his shorts. "Last chance to look," He said and stood up and flaunted his cock before my eyes. It threatened to break over the top of his shorts when he exaggeratedly stretched again. All I could see was cock. It stood out proudly against his shorts. "Look all you want Mom. I want you too and I want to watch you do that too," He said as he pointed to my pussy. 

"I know you do baby and I love doing it for you," I meekly said as I moved my fingers across my pussy. I pushed the material in with one finger and grinned up at him. "I like having you watch me. It makes me horny and I like that." I told him as I pushed a finger deep between my cunt lips. "See! See how hot you make me!" 

Brad licked his lips as he watched me finger myself. The head of his cock briefly popped over the top of the elastic as he watched. "Don't stop Mom. I'll be right back." He told me as he headed to the bathroom. As soon as I heard the door close, I pulled the leg of my shorts away from my pussy and furiously fingered myself. Within seconds I was experiencing an orgasm. I shoved two fingers up inside of me and worked my clit with my thumb and came several more times, all the time thinking about my son's cock. I saw myself holding it and masturbating him and I knew it was wrong but I couldn't help myself. I continued to finger fuck myself and anxiously listened for any sound from the bathroom. It seemed like forever before he returned. He must be jacking off I thought. Is that what he had done the first time? I wondered how many times he could cum in one night. I wanted to go to the bathroom door and listen and look in but I didn't. When he finally came back, the front of his shorts was different again. He wasn't hard. 

I was disappointed when Brad didn't immediately notice that I had opened the top two buttons of my pajama top or how my breasts were spilling out and exposed. I wanted him to see them and want them again. They ached for his hands.

Brad seemed to be pretending the last twenty minutes hadn't happen. He was innocently stretched out on the couch and was reading again. I was so frustrated that he hadn't noticed how my breasts were exposed that I almost buttoned my top again. I took a quick looked down my front and admired the swell of my breasts and how hard my nipples were. They were very excited. Since Brad wasn't watching, I reached up and played with each one and smiled at my brazenness. The thin cotton top did nothing to hide how hard my nipples were and I silently screamed for my son to turn around but he just kept on reading. I sat there panting like a bitch in heat. I had to get his attention or I was going to burst. 

"Good stories this month?" I waited for him to notice me. 

"Yeah, really good, Mom." The words tumbled out of his surprised mouth as he finally noticed my boobs. I looked down and smiled at how big my nipples looked against the thin material. My eyes went right to Brad's cock and I was rewarded as it grew before my eyes. "Wow, Mom!" He said under his breath as he stared at my breasts. "You know how horny I get looking at your boobs." He gripped his hard-on and stroked it again.

I couldn't help smile at his reaction. "Oh my, I didn't notice." I smiled and looked down at my almost fully exposed breasts. "I should button up. You certainly don't need you to get any more naughty ideas." I pretended to start to button up again. 

"NO!" Brad blurted out. "You know you don't have to do that. You're fine." He panted and gripped his cock even tighter. 

I was determined to do a little more teasing of my own. "So which is it? Do you like seeing my boobs or watch me touch myself? Which is it Brad?" I asked innocently as I reached up with one hand and pinched each nipple through the thin cotton while the other hand played with my pussy. 

"Heck Mom, don't make me choose. I love seeing your boobs and you know I love watching you play with your pussy." His hand gripped his cock harder as he stroked himself for me. "You're so hot!" He said, as his eyes darted from my boobs and then to my pussy.

"I won't make you choose honey." I giggled and pointed to his newly arisen cock. "Not as long as you stay that way for me." I reached up and pulled my top away from my chest and pretended to fan myself, exposing even more of my breasts for him. "It's so warm in here, don't you think?" Brad couldn't tear his eyes off of my body and I couldn't take my eyes off of his hand and cock. Seeing me acting like this was something new for him. "I'm so warm down her too." I said as I lazily continued to touch my pussy through my shorts. Brad could only jerk off faster as he watched me. Several times the pink head of his cock came into view and I had to stifle my moans when an orgasm shook my body. I must have had three or four silent ones while we openly masturbated in front of each other. I finally couldn't take it longer.

Brad groaned and fisted his cock even faster. "I have to pee again." He started to get up. 

"No! Don't you dare! Stay right here. I know what you're going to do!" I said loud enough and with enough urgency that it startled him. I knew he was going to jack off again. 

He looked at me, mouth open. "Do? What do you mean Mom?" Somehow the head of his cock was now pointing down the leg of his shorts, and fully exposed. I gasped at how swollen and purple it looked. He didn't try to hide it from me.

"I can't take it any longer. I want to watch you. I want to watch you masturbate, or jerk off as you like calling it. You're driving me crazy by making me watch you play with yourself. I can't stand it one more minute! I have to see you do it! I want to see you jack off and cum!" A thousand things ran through my head. I knew what I wanted was wrong but I didn't care anymore. I lusted for my son. "I want to watch you masturbate and I want to see you cum and I want it right now!" I almost demanded.

Brad was stunned. My offer was almost too much for him to comprehend. "Man Mom, if you're really serious, I will right now. I've always wanted to do it in front of you but I didn't think you'd ever let me." He was challenging me to something that didn't need challenging. I had already told him what I wanted. My desires were way beyond reading incest stories or flashing my tits or pussy at him. I wanted more and I wanted it now, tonight. 

"I meant it Brad; go ahead, I want you to do it." I said softly. I was spent emotionally. I couldn't fight what my body wanted and needed anymore. I wanted my son to masturbate in front of me. I wanted to watch that beautiful cock of his spurt cum through the air. My crotch was soaked and I showed him. "See how I am? See what I'm doing? I masturbated twice when you were gone. I'm so damn horny for you!" I almost screamed. To show him how crazy for him I was, I stuck my hand inside my shorts and openly finger fucked my pussy. "I'm fingering myself. That's how horny I am for you! "I want what we read about in our books." I pushed my fingers deep inside of me and fucked myself and looked at him for approval. I had no idea what I would do if he turned me down.

I had nothing to fear. "I want that too Mom. I want to jack off while you're doing that. " He said pointing to my pussy. "Don't stop fingering yourself!" He said as he sat back put his hand inside his shorts and began to jack off again... for real this time. "I want what we read about too, more than anything. I'll do anything you want me to." He said as he pulled on his cock. 

"I've tried to be a good and decent mother but I can't anymore." I told him as I masturbated myself. "I want you to jack off for me." I pleaded. I wasn't worried that he would hate me for doing this anymore. 

"Oh mom, you're the best mother a guy could ever have. You're decent and loving and I could never stop loving you. All those hot stories we read, we can be just like those people." He leaned back and stroked his hard cock for me. "See Mom, my cock is hard because of you."

"I see you baby and I love it. Please don't stop. I need to see you jack off and cum." I sighed. "I want us to live just like the people in our stories. I want us to be wild and do crazy sexual things together, to love each other. I want to commit incest with you!" I knew promising myself that we wouldn't do more than masturbate together was foolish. I knew I wanted it to go further. "I want you to jack off anytime you want to. Just please promise me you won't ask for more." I knew I was susceptible to any sexual suggestion and I wanted him to promise me he wouldn't ask me to do more. 

Brad nodded comically. "I promise Mom. I won't ask to do more." He said as he faced me. He was only feet from me as he gripped his cock through his shorts. "I'll jack off as many times as you want Mom." He told me as he pulled his shorts away from his cock and pointed it at me, as if offering it up to me.

I wanted more. "I love it when you talk that way baby and I think about you when I masturbate too." My eyes were glued to his hand and cock and I could feel myself creaming. "I think of you that way when I read and I want it to be us." 

"I jerk off every night thinking about the times when I touched your tits. They're so big and hard and soft all at the same time." He feverishly told me as he worked his cock and made himself hotter. "I know you liked me touching them." 

"I did baby, I loved every second you had your hands on me." I could almost feel his hands on them now. "I didn't want you to stop Brad, but I was afraid. I'm not afraid anymore." I smiled and closed my eyes and quietly suggested, "I think you should take your shorts off honey. I want to see it when you cum." I said it so softly that Brad almost didn't hear me. I wanted to see his cock. I couldn't deny myself that wicked pleasure one more second. 

He looked stunned. I think he thought he was going to have to jack off in his shorts. "Heck yes Mom. I want you to see it when I cum." He quickly tore them off and stood naked before me. "How's that Mom, better?" 

"Oh yes much better," I groaned. I was so happy to finally to be able to just sit back and look at his beautiful cock instead of fantasizing about it. "I love looking at your naked body and your wonderful cock." I panted and rubbed my legs together. "And I love watching you jacking off! Promise you'll do it for me all the time now." I pleaded.

"I will, I will Mom." He spread his legs wider so I could see his big balls. His cock was long and thick and curved slightly upwards. I wondered how it would feel inside of me. I'm glad he couldn't read my mind. "I'll jerk off for you anytime mom, just tell me." He panted.

"I don't want you to ask baby, just do it from now on, anytime you want to. Mommy wants to see her big boy jack off and cum anytime he wants to!" A guttural voice, not my own, told him what I wanted. I managed to sit up a little in my chair and watched as he beat off. I licked my lips in anticipation of seeing his cum flow from him. "You've already cum twice; maybe it will take you longer this time." I worried he wouldn't be able to cum so quickly again. I had no idea of the sexual prowess of my son. 

"Heck Mom, I can cum three or four times, maybe more if you're watching me." He proudly told me. 

"I hope so baby. I want to see you cum as many times as you can." I was dripping a river of my own cum from between my legs and I meant every word I had just said. I wanted to watch him jerk off and talk dirty to me. I was aware that my breasts were still partially covered and it seemed so silly how ten minutes ago that had seemed so daring. My chest was heaving and I could feel the swell of my breasts as they strained to escape my top. 

Brad laughed joyously. "You're so hot mom. Keep talking dirty and touching your pussy and I'll be up all night jacking off for you." His eight inches of hard cock looked so delicious. I was unaware that I was running my tongue across my dry lips. I wanted to taste him and take his cock deep down my throat. The look on Brad's face was intense as he beat off for me. He had his cock pointed at me, as if to say, 'this is all for you Mom.' "Can I ask for just one more thing, Mom?" He paused in mid stroke. 

It took me a few seconds to realize he was asking me something; my eyes were glued to his cock and his heavy balls. "What honey," I answered as if in a fog.

"I know I promised... but," He hesitated to gauge my response. When I blankly stared at him he went on, "Will you take off your top?" The look on his face was charmingly innocent. 

"Why the hell not?" I said barely audible. I didn't hesitate; my hands flew to my buttons and I practically ripped my top off. I had gone this far, so why not let him see my tits again? "Better?" I asked as I looked down at my ripe breasts. I thought they were too large but I'm glad my son liked them. They sagged a little but tonight they felt young and alive. I was proud of how firm they still were. My hard nipples pointed outward, begging for attention. I moved my hand to them and caressed them and made my nipples even harder. I put my other hand between my legs and ran my fingers along my wet slit, and moaned with carnal pleasure. Brad's face beamed with excitement. "Is that what you wanted to see baby? Do you like seeing me touch my tits and play with myself?" I sat forward a little and shook my shoulders and made my breasts shake. I used to do that as a teenager to excite my boyfriends, except I wasn't a teen anymore and this wasn't a neighbor boy in front of me, this was my son. I felt giddy. I pulled my shoulders back and proudly displayed my tits for my son. "Just for you baby. Look all you want!"

"I'm looking Mom! You're so hot!" He said as he faced me and continued to masturbate. "Thanks for letting me see them again Mom. I won't ask again." He promised for the third time.

I shook with desire and lust and told him, "Its ok honey. I want you to ask me to do things. I like turning you on." I could feel my juices flowing as I fingered myself and sat naked from the waist up. "Think this will help you cum?" I teased him by holding my tits and jiggling them. I was actually having fun now instead of dreading each second. "Or do you need more?" I giggled playfully, because I just knew he would.

Brad inched closer and fisted his cock even faster. He closed his eyes and he threw his head back before he looked down at me and smiled. "Will you lick them mom? Just like the mother's do in our stories." He was shaking. "Please."

I clapped my hands together and laughed like a schoolgirl, my breasts bounced heavily. "Of course I will baby," I pulled up one breast and just did manage to get my tongue on my nipple. I licked each one several times before I wet my fingers and pinched my nipples. "I feel like a whore or a porn star." I laughed happily. "My breasts are super sensitive and I can cum sometimes from just playing with them and thinking about you." 

"Ah shit mom yes, just like that, just like a whore would. Play with your tits just like that!" A few seconds later, and Brad was telling me he was going to cum. "I'm doing it Mom! I'm going to cum! I'm going to cum!" His voice was strained, almost animalistic. His hand flew over his cock faster than I could imagine would feel good. "Ahhhhhhh yesss!" he said when he finally shot white ropes of cum out of his cock. Some of it landed on the carpet, some on his hand, and some of it landed on my legs. I loved it! I loved watching my son jack off! His head was thrown back and his hips were thrust forward as he continued to cum. He was a magnificent animal!  (next part 3)
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