Incest Sorry, Mom....it's just I thought....you might like it!" I

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Mom crushed her big fat tits against my hard muscled chest and when she felt my hardening erection through my jeans pressing into my hungry crotch, she moaned softly.
She ran her hands over my back and up to my floppy hair, caressing the smooth skin of my neck.
After what seemed an age, we finally broke our mouths apart and again stared deeply at each other. My heart raced and my breathing was heavy as Mom said,
"Oh, baby...that was....amazing....oh wow..."
I smiled and gave her covered ass a firm squeeze.
"Mom...while dad is gone...I am gonna be the man of the house.... in every way possible!"
Somehow we managed to resist fucking that night. We kissed again and then agreed to go to separate beds and see how we felt the next day. That night, laying in my empty bed, I jerked off and pictured Mom fingering and fucking herself to a wet sticky orgasm.
I tried to justify to myself what I was planning to do with my Mom. My Dad had been stupid enough to leave my Mom's bedroom, for a younger slut. It wasn't my fault that he wasn't going to be around the house and Mom for years to come. I knew that Mom could never last that long without getting a good fucking; after fucking daily, for the last 20 years, and that she was a sexually insatiable slut. It really wasn't my fault, was it?
Mom was having similar thoughts; "Would it really be cheating? I mean at least I wouldn't be bouncing on some random guy's cock. How can sleeping with my son really be called having an affair? Surly George would understand?"
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After a restless night's sleep, I finally woke up around 9,30 and heard Mom in the bathroom,
I looked in between the semi-closed door, knowing what I was doing was wrong, but after last night, how bad was this really? I just couldn't help it. She was in the bathroom, fresh out of the shower. Her towel wrapped tightly around her, directly above the thigh. The towel was old, frayed, and ripped. Skin could be seen through the holes. I grew hard instantly. My jeans quickly became uncomfortable, but suddenly I felt ashamed.
Did I take advantage of her drunken state last night? Now, when she was sober, how will she react? Will she hate me, tell me that I'm disgusting? God, all of a sudden I felt ashamed and dirty, it's my Mom we're talking about.
I instantly turned around and walked back to my room
"Steve," Mom shouted from the hallway. I pretended to not hear her, I couldn't face her, not after last night.
"Steve" I heard more loudly this time, as she stood in my doorway.
"What?" I said and looked up at her.
"I am going out now. Make sure you do your homework and take your shower."
Throughout her talking to me, all I could do was stare at what she was wearing. It was black skirt. It went down to her mid-thigh where I could see a slim skin line where her thigh highs ended and her skirt began. Her heels were two inches high, and the top of her cleavage was incredible. Her hair and make-up were flawless. I began to get aroused once again. It was one of those outfits that were skin-tight.
"Are you listening to me?"
"Yes, Mom, I will," I said without looking into her eyes.
"And, Steve, we need to talk later, ok?"
"Yes, Mom, I understand," I said feeling like I wanted to fall off the face of the earth.
With that, she left to go down the stairs. I just wished she'd worn a different outfit. When I was sure she was gone I headed into the shower.
I turned the water on letting it heat up. Stepping in, I let the hot water caress my body. I quickly washed my hair and body, and as I began to wash my cock I slowed down. The lather made a good lubricant while I was rubbing my ass. I was getting horny again, thinking about Mom and her gorgeous body.
I exited the shower drying off completely. Exiting the bathroom I went directly into my mother's room and found the panties that she probably wore last night since they were on top of her hamper. A pair of white lacy panties, a thong no less. I could feel a wave of adrenaline course through my veins as my cock stiffened.
Whatever was I thinking, how could this be right, what sort of perverted world had I entered? Surely this was incest and not something normal people did, or was it? Perhaps this was normal?
Even though, I felt dirty and embarrassed that my cock was growing with my Mom's dirty panties in my hand. I was desperate to touch my cock but feared it would explode my seed onto the carpet if I went near it, that's how turned on I was.
I couldn't help myself I just had to sniff her dirty panties,
I laid down on my Mom's bed and released my cock from my shorts, I could feel her panties damp in my hand. I turned them inside out to examine the gusset and sure enough, it showed dried remnants of her pussy juices. Was it from being near me, my kisses, my hard cock into her belly?
Excitement oozed from my every pore as I brought the garment to my nose, the aroma of my mother's sex discharge was intoxicating. I breathed it in as though my life depended on it. As I inhaled her vaginal delights, my hand vigorously massaged my erect cock before I moved the soiled gusset to my mouth and delighted my taste buds with its honeydew coating.
I was in incest heaven and I liked it as my cock jerked and spurted another jet of sperm across my belly and spilled some on Mom's bedsheet.
Oh, how I wish I was tasting the real thing right now, I thought as my erection subsided.
I got up, walked into my room, with her dirty panties in my hand, and slipped the panties into my bedside cupboard for a repeat performance later on, but this time I wanted them wrapped around my cock as I jerked off, mixing our fluids.
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