Taking Mom to the Movies

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The next morning. Karen sat at the breakfast table looking like her prim and proper self. Her hair and make-up were perfectly done, and she wore an expensive outfit in anticipation of an important meeting.
"Good morning, sweetheart," she said with a loving smile as her son came down.
Tom smiled back and kissed his mother on the forehead before sitting down to eat.
"Morning mom! I must say, you look extra wonderful this morning. And thank you for making this wonderful breakfast. Did I ever tell you that you're my favorite person in the world?"
"Well aren't you cheerful today," she skeptically noted. "I don't think you've ever thanked me for anything. Please don't tell me that you've been possessed."
"I'm in a great mood, especially after last night."
"Oh, of course. That. It was a pretty outrageous night, I'll admit. And we both certainly got what we wanted out of it, no matter how taboo it was."
"Does that mean you pleasured yourself afterwards?" he asked with a smile.
"I guess there's no point in denying it. Yes, I masturbated after you left, and it was great. I know it isn't something that a mother should ever do with her son, but it's our little secret, right?"
"You bet it is. Speaking of which, can we do it again really quick? I couldn't stop thinking about you all night, or all morning after I woke up. I could use the relief before class."
"Didn't I say not ask me about it again?" she asked in a peeved tone. "Besides, you looked like you released a healthy amount of sperm last night, so I refuse to believe that you need 'relief' so soon."
Tom gave his mother a serious look. "Mom, the amount that I shot last night is what I consider to be normal. I cum that much once or twice a day if I have to. After what we did last night, my body is practically on overdrive. I won't be able to concentrate at college today."
"Then just masturbate the way you normally do."
"I know that, but you've raised the bar after showing me your breasts. I've wanted to see that for a long time. Using my imagination or looking at pictures just won't cut it."
She sighed and gave her son a playful smile. "You've made your case. I guess this is my fault for starting this whole thing. But make it quick since I have an important meeting to attend soon."
Karen stood up and placed her hands around the lining of her jacket, preparing to take it off. But just as she did that, she stopped.
"You know, it would take too much time for me to remove my entire top and put it back on. Plus I don't want to get any wrinkles on them. Do you mind if I show you my lower region instead?"
Tom's eyes lit up at his mother's counter-offer. "Hmm... that would work."
Her hands moved down to the top button of her pants. She undid the button, pulled her zipper down, and let her pants fall to her ankles.
"Good," she said. "Then it should help you to finish faster. As I've said, I have an important business meeting this morning which I can't be late for."
Karen brought her fingers to the top of her panties and yanked them down, letting them fall to her ankles as well, exposing her cleanly shaven crotch along with her bare vagina.
"Like what you see?" she asked proudly.
"Oh god mom, I love it," he replied gushingly. "You look sexier than any of the college girls I've been seeing lately."
She smiled, "Thank you for the nice compliment. Now start stroking. I'm a busy woman."
Tom got the message and swiftly pulled his shorts down to free his raging hard cock. He leaned back on his chair and started stroking. Karen pressed her rear-end against the table and spread her pussy lips apart for her son to get a better look. She loved teasing him and having that power over him. And it worked, his eyes were glued to her womanhood and wetness as he stroked himself even harder.
"That looks like fun," she said, licking her lips.
"You bet it is," he replied, staring at his mother's open cunt. "Do you want to try it? You know, stroke it for me?"
"I can't. That would be crossing the line. Watching is one thing, but actually touching..."
He stopped mom mid-sentence. "No one has to know, remember? Isn't that what you said to me? It'll be our secret, mom. Trust me."
Karen gave him a skeptical, yet excited look. It was a look which said, 'Why the heck not?'
"Okay," she replied softly. "You only live once, right?"
She reached down and took her son's throbbing penis in her hand. Her heart raced as she crossed 'that line' for the very first time. Tom's heart raced as well. It was the first time in her life that she had ever given a guy a handjob, and it was with her very own son at that. It was an INCESTUOUS handjob.
"God that feels good," he moaned. "Stroke it harder mom, faster."
She heeded her son's words and gave him exactly what he wanted; what he needed to feel in order to cum. She gripped him tighter and stroked him. She loved how his eyes went from being glued to her open vagina, to being closed shut because of the incestuous pleasure he was receiving. Most of all, she loved having complete and utter sexual control over her own son.