A Lonely Mom, a Horny Son, and Xmas

After taking candid and sexy, cheesecake photos of his mother, Anthony imagined having dozens of sexually revealing photos of his mother on his camera and on his computer in all manner of undress. After printing them out, he imagined her sexually arousing photos sprawled out on his bed while he masturbated over imagining his mother naked and having sex with him. Samantha looked up at her son and smiled. Then, she made a sour face as if the thought of meeting a man and/or allowing her son to take some sexy photos of her was the last thing she wanted to do.

"I know you're right. I do need to have someone in my life other than my son but not now. I'm not ready to date anyone," she said taking a sip of her wine. "I can't imagine dating another man and playing sexy games with him while waiting for him to call me."

He hoped she was thinking of his offer to write her profile. He hoped she was reconsidering his offer to take some sexy photos for her to post. She took another sip of her wine before telling him what she was thinking.

"What do you have to lose? It's worth a try. You may have some fun and meet someone that you really like and who really likes you too," he said trying to convince his mother to allow him to write her a profile and take some sexy photos.

She made a face while slowly shaking her head from side-to-side.

"An online dating site may be fun for young people who aren't careful what they post to Facebook and other online sites, but I don't know about you taking sexy photos of me," she said with an embarrassed laugh. "I'm still too hurt and preoccupied thinking about your father. I'm not ready for another relationship," she said slowly shaking her head back and forth. "With me a virgin when I married, I can't imagine another man kissing me, seeing me naked, and having sex with me," she said with a shudder.

As if seeing his mother for the first time in a new light of vulnerability and sexuality, he looked at her as if he was seeing her more as a potential lover than as his mother. Feeling a sense of possessiveness, he suddenly felt jealous when thinking of another man kissing her, touching her, feeling, undressing her, and having sex with her. Now that his father was out of her life, if anyone was going to kiss her, touch her, feel her, undress her, and have sex with her, he hoped she'd choose him.

'Who better to have sex with my mother than me,' he thought?

He leaned forward in his chair as if telling her a secret. With him leaning closer to his mother, he now had an even better view of her panties. He'd love to finger her pussy through her panties while kissing her. He'd love to remove her panties and finger her naked pussy before making love to her and before fucking her.

"Give online dating a try, Mom. You never know. Mr. Right may be out there waiting for you," said her son appeasing her and cajoling her while hoping to break her out of her funk.

Yet, truthfully, the last thing he wanted was her dating anyone. Willing to write her a profile and not post it, if nothing else, he'd love to have some sexy photos of his mother. As soon as he offered to take sexy photos of her for her online, dating prolife, dizzy with incestuous, sexual desire, he couldn't help but think of his mother in her bra and panties. He couldn't help but think of her wearing one of her short, sheer, low-cut, sexy nightgowns. He couldn't help but think of her topless and/or naked.

As if he was with the Paparazzi, with the camera flash lighting up her nightgown to make it virtually transparent, he'd have nearly, naked photographs of his mother to masturbate over later. Maybe if he continued pouring her wine, she'd agree to having him photograph her in her nightgown. Not done there, perhaps, after she had a couple glasses of wine, she'd allow him to photograph her in her low-cut bra and bikini panties. If he got her drunk enough, perhaps, she'd allow him to photograph her topless and/or even naked.

Forget about photographing her, he'd love nothing more than to see his MILF of a mother in her sexy lingerie. He'd love to see his mother topless. Nothing more than a sexual fantasy, he'd love to see his mother naked. As much as he'd love to see his mother's naked breasts, he'd love to see his mother's blonde, trimmed, naked pussy, and her round, firm, naked ass.

'Wow, I'd love to see my mother topless. I'd love to see my mother naked,' he thought. 'I'd love to see my mother naked on her bed while willing to have incestuous sex with me. I'd love to see her on her knees in front of me with my hard, erect prick in her mouth while she stares up at me with her big, blue eyes.'

"Online dating?" She looked at him as if he was drunk or nuts. "I'd never post my profile online. With all the perverted men who'd contact me for sex, I'd never post my photos, especially sexy photos, online either,' she said slowly shaking her head. "If you don't mind, I'd rather keep my loneliness to myself," she said with a sad, little laugh. "Whether at the mall, in the supermarket, the hardware store, at work, or at the Post Office, love will happen when I least expect it."

Disappointed and hoping to change his mother's mind about filling out an online, dating profile, even if she didn't post the photos, he'd love to take some sexy, cheesecake photos of his mother. He'd love to have a collection of photos of his mother in all manner of dress and undress. Only, she'd never allow him to photograph her in her sexy nightgown, in her low-cut bra and bikini panties, topless, and/or naked. The only time she'd allow him to photograph her when not fully dressed is when she's wearing her bikini at the beach or by the pool in the backyard.

"Not every man is a pervert, Mom," said Anthony as if defending himself as a man while knowing that he was a pervert for wanting to see his mother naked and have incestuous sex with her.

# # #

With him walking the fine, incestuous line, he was lucky that he didn't unduly upset his mother by suggesting to take sexy photos of her. Not wanting to upset her by allowing her to know that he sexually wanted her, not wanting to sexually turn her off, he needed to be careful with what he said. The last thing he wanted her to suspect was that he was sexually attracted to her enough to want to sleep with her and have incestuous sex with her. Samantha looked at her son with curiosity while Anthony looked at his mother with sexual desire.

"What about you?"

She gave him a sexy smile while Anthony looked at his mother with confusion.

"What? What about me? What do you mean, what about me, Mother?"

In the way that he looked at his mother with sexual excitement, she seemingly looked at her son with sexual arousal. Perhaps, she was more than curious about submitting an online, dating profile than he thought. Perhaps, she was interested in having him photograph her in all manner of undress. All she needed was to say the word and he'd get his camera.

"Why don't you post an online, profile to date someone," she asked while turning the tables on him? "You write the profile and I'll take some sexy, beefcake photos of you in your underwear," she said with a sexy look, a naughty smile, and a dirty laugh. "Instead of a son photographing his mother in all manner of undress, I'm willing to photograph you in all manner of undress," she said with a sexy smile.

'What did she mean by saying that she's willing to photograph me in all manner of undress? Did she mean naked? I'd love to show my mother my naked, erect cock. I'd love my mother to photograph my big prick,' he thought while getting sexually excited. 'Maybe in the way that I'd love to have sexy photos of my mother, she'd love to have sexy photos of her son.'

His mother shocked him. Enticed to strip down to his underwear, right here and right now, only, if he posed for his mother in his briefs, he'd have a huge erection. No doubt, with him already having a couple of drinks, if he posed for his mother in his underwear, he'd want to pose for her naked. Moreover, unable to sexually control himself, if she agreed to take sexy photos of him naked, he'd be trying to kiss her, touch her, feel her, fondle her, and grope her while trying to have sex with her.

"Eww, Mom,' he said hiding his sexual excitement while feigning his disgust and embarrassment. "That's so gross."

As much as he'd love for his mother to pose for him in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked, he'd love to post for his mother in his underwear and/or naked. While hoping that she'd touch him, stroke him, suck him, and fuck him, he'd love nothing more than to show his mother his hard, erect, and naked prick. Like mother like son, maybe in the way that he wanted sexy photographs of his mother to masturbate over later, she wanted sexy photographs of her son to masturbate over later too.

'I wonder if my mother masturbates,' he thought. 'I wonder if my mother masturbates over imagining me naked and having sex with my naked body in the way that I masturbate over imagining her naked and having sex with her naked body. In the way that I'd love her to watch me masturbate and cum, I'd love to watch her masturbate and cum.'

She looked over at him in the way that he always looks over at her, as if undressing him with her eyes.

"Oh, Anthony. Don't be such a prude. Don't be so shy. You have nothing to be embarrassed about. You don't have anything that I haven't already seen before," she said with another dirty laugh.

With her making salaciously sexual comments, maybe the wine was getting to her. He couldn't believe his mother was sexually and inappropriately talking to him in a way that he never heard her talk to him. Taunting him, tempting him, teasing him, and sexually enticing him, he wondered what her reaction would be if he removed his pants to show her his underwear clad erection. Yet, not believing their sexual dialogue was going anywhere but to make him horny and sexually frustrated, again, Anthony changed the subject.

# # #

"After I'm gone to live with or to marry a woman, you can't stay here alone and wither away, Mom. Everyone needs someone in their lives. You're still young and beautiful. You're still sexy and have a shapely body. You have a lot to offer a man," he said.

As crazy as the thought was, he wished he could live with his mother forever as man and woman instead of as mother and son. Not needing another woman in his life to intellectually challenge him, erotically stimulate him, and sexually satisfy him, how hot would that be to have his mother sexually every day and every night in his life? As much as he'd love to finger her pussy while licking her pussy, he'd love her to stroke his prick while sucking his prick. As much as he'd love to make love to his mother, he'd love to fuck her.

"Except for when I'm lonely, my life is not so bad. As long as I still have you in my life, I'm happy living alone and not having to cook, clean, and cater to the whims and needs of another lying and cheating, drunk of a man," she said.

She shocked him by what she inferred about his father. Finally, instead of mourning him as if he was dead, she was finally speaking the truth about the terrible life she had with her husband. Perhaps, he had talked some sense in her by confessing how he truly felt about his father when she asked if he missed him. Perhaps, she was finally considering him as a potential lover in the way that she never stopped thinking about his father.

Now, with his mother playing into his thoughts, he wondered if she'd live with him forever in the way that he wished he could live with his mother forever. With him a good cook, as long as she gave him sex, he'd do all the cooking. Treating her as his fairytale queen, he'd even do all the heavy lifting and most of the cleaning. With him not much of a drinker, he'd never allow her to see him drunk. Suffice to say, never cheating on his mother, he'd be a much better man than his father.

"Not all men are liars and cheaters, Mom," said Anthony. "There are a lot of good men out there. You only need to find one."

He smiled at his mother as if he was one of the bachelors on the Bachelorette waiting to be given a rose at the rose ceremony.

'Pick me. Pick me,' he imagined saying while waving his arms and jumping up and down.

Again, seemingly lost in thought, she stared at her wine as if she was reading her fortune in a tea cup. When she wasn't staring at her wine, she stared at the fire. When she wasn't staring at the wine or at the fire, obviously with her thoughts somewhere else and allowing her sadness to control her, she stared at the Christmas tree lights.

Taking full advantage of every voyeuristic opportunity, whenever she stared at her wine, at the fire, or at the Christmas tree, he stared at what he could see of his mother's panties. He loved seeing his mother's panties. He only wished he could lick and finger his mother's cunt through her panties.

With the wine working its magic, she relaxed her legs and parted her knees enough for him to see even more of her panty clad pussy. He stared at her camel toe, at her pussy slit, and at the darker shade of her pubic hair. In the way that she doesn't wear panties when wearing her nightgown, he wished she wasn't wearing panties now. As much as he'd love to show his mother his hard, erect cock, he'd love to see his mother's naked, glistening wet pussy.

"I know," she said. "Yet, now that I'm older and grateful for the small things in my life, I don't need a man to make me happy in the way that I once thought that I did. As long as I have you in my life, even if for only short visits, I'm happy living alone," she said. "It's not so bad. Really, it's not. Without having to answer to a man, I get to do what I want and when I want to do it. I get to go wherever I want and whenever I want."

Such a waste of a good woman, suddenly feeling possessive of her, yet, he couldn't imagine his mother without a man in her life. Only, if she found someone else, no doubt, he'd be jealous. No doubt, he'd be a wedge in trying to sabotage their relationship. Wishing it was him being sexually intimate with his mother, he couldn't imagine a stranger seeing her naked and having sex with her. Unable to go there, he couldn't imagine his mother having sex with anyone else but him.

"Everyone should have someone in their lives, Mom," said Anthony while wishing he had someone and while wishing his mother was his special someone.

Fruitlessly trying to let her go, yet, now that his father was out of the picture, this was his chance to finally, sexually seduce his mother. It pained him to think of another man kissing her while sexually touching her and feeling her. It pained him to think of another man stripping her naked and having sex with her naked body. It pained him to think of another man making love to her before fucking her. It pained him to imagine his mother kissing, stroking, sucking, and fucking another man.

"Always remember, Anthony, it's the small things in life that are most important," she said looking into the fireplace. "I'm grateful for the warmth of the fire." She looked around the living room as if seeing it for the first time. "I'm grateful for this house. I'm grateful that you came home to me after graduating college, even if you living with me is only temporary until you find a job, get your own apartment, and find someone to love."

Anthony gave his mother a loving smile while wishing he could give her a long, deep, wet kiss.

"I'm grateful for you, Mom," he said.

She returned his smile with her smile. He'd love to show her how grateful for her that he really is by showing her his erect prick. With her stroking him while sucking him, whether all over her hand, in her mouth, in her lush, blonde hair, and/or all over her beautiful face, he'd love to cum for his mother. With her making love to him before fucking him, whether he was on top of her, she was on top of him, or he bent her over the couch, he'd love to cum in his mother's cunt.

"When your father left me for that whore, I got everything and he got nothing but his freedom. Yet, I'm sad being alone and lonely." Then, before hitting him with the big sexual bombshell, she looked up at him as if waiting for him to make his sexual move. "I'm sad sleeping alone with no one to share my empty bed," she said with sadness while looking up at him and making eye contact with him. "It's not the sex that I miss but being held, hugged, cuddled, and spooned is what I miss the most."

'Is she hinting that she wants me to sleep with her,' he thought? 'Why else would she say that while looking at me in that sexually forbidden way?'

Something he always wanted to do and masturbated himself while imagining doing it, he imagined sleeping in his mother's bed. He imagined holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, and spooning her. He imagined her holding him, hugging him, cuddling him, and spooning him.

Then, as soon as she fell asleep, he imagined feeling her naked tits and fingering her erect nipples. He imagined squeezing her naked ass and fingering her naked pussy. He imagined touching and feeling her everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his mother. Perhaps, if she drunk enough wine and was drunk enough, he imagined having sex with her as she slept. He imagined her giving him a sleeping blowjob and him cumming in her mouth.

Anthony hoped what she said about being lonely wasn't lost in the translation. Perhaps, something unsaid, her real definition of loneliness was horniness. Perhaps, she wanted to have incestuous sex with her son in the way that he wanted to have incestuous sex with his mother.

He wondered if his mother was as horny as he was. He wondered if she was as sexually frustrated as he was. If even just a little bit, with the alcohol loosening her sexual inhibitions, he wondered if his mother was sexually attracted to him in the way that he was sexually attracted to her.

Now, wondering more about his mother, he wondered again if she masturbated. He wondered if masturbation was different for women. If she did masturbate, he wondered again if she masturbated over him in the way that he masturbated over her. Again, he wondered if she masturbated over imagining him naked in the way that he masturbated over imagining her naked. He wondered if she masturbated while imagining having sex with him in the way that he masturbated over imagining having sex with her.

# # #

"What can I do to give you some Christmas spirit, Mom? Just tell me. You name it and I'll do anything, anything at all," he said while hoping she'd ask him to give her sex.

As if he was having a sexual fantasy right there in the living room, he imagined his mother telling him what she wanted and needed him to do to give her some Christmas spirit.

'I'd like you to kiss me, really kiss, French kiss me, while touching me and feeling me everywhere through my clothes,' he imagined his mother telling him what she wanted and needed him to do for her. 'Then, I want you to strip me naked and finger my pussy while licking my pussy. After you make love to me and fuck me, I'll stroke your prick while sucking your prick.'

Hoping beyond hope, he hoped she'd allow him to run a bubble bath for her. He hoped she'd allow him to give her a massage. Hoping beyond hope, he hoped she'd allow him to sleep with her in her bed while holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, and spooning her.

"There's nothing you can do for me that you haven't already done, Anthony," she said sadly while giving him warm and loving motherly smile.

Having incestuous sex with his mother in the forefront of his mind, he persevered in wanting to lovingly and sexually spoil his mother for Christmas with a warm bath and a sexy massage. Wanting to give her a Christmas she'd always remember and would never forget, he wanted to give her a day of multiple orgasms. Only, as much as he wanted to have sex with her, she'd never have sex with him.