1. Tempted by Tanlines Pt.2


    Date: 10/22/2017, Categories: Fiction, Erotica, Incest, Mature, Author: Unknow user, Rating: 90.8, Source: sexstories.com

    making me mental. I keep seeing you nude and can't help but think all this ... this stuff." "So look at it," she gasps, rising upright. The backs of her knees hit the chair and send it skriking across the tiles as she pushes it away. "Look at me all you need to, Sean. Don't lock your feelings inside." I gawp at her, stunned, the amazement showing in my voice when I ask, "You really don't mind?" "I want to go nude in my house, and you said I could. If you want to look at me ... then look. If you have to ... take yourself off and sort yourself out, then do it, Sean. But I don't mind you looking," she breathes." "God, Mum; you're beautiful," I gasp. ### I'm in my room cranking my dick when she comes in. It's a first. In the past my mother has always, always knocked. "I thought so," she says as I gape in surprise, my cock stuck in my fist. Then it hits me. I realise just what it is that's happened and I'm scrabbling for cover while my mother moves further into my room. "You don't have to stop," she informs me. "I ... I just want to watch." The stutter is the first indication I've heard she's affected in any way. Not that I'm taking too much notice because I'm too busy yanking at the bedsheet jammed underneath my arse. What's concentrating my mind is the most urgent need to get my hard-on out of sight. "It's all right, Sean," she assures me, moving even closer. But to my mind it most definitely isn't. It's very far from 'all right'. I'm not too impressed by my mother walking in ...
    on me mid-wank, even if she is the principal focus of the masturbatory frenzy I was so heavily involved in. What comes out of my mouth is the entirely predictable, "Get out!" I wave her away while gasping, "What the hell are you doing?" "I just want to watch," she repeats. "Please." My mother stands at the side of the bed, squirming as she reaches down to yank at the sheet. There's a tussle. She yanks at the sheet, I pull it back. "Mum ... Shit ... What are you doing?" I squeak. "I thought you'd be wanking," she tells me, giving up the fight. My mother steps backwards a pace. "I just wondered..." She pouts and shrugs and slides her palms over her body from brisket to hips. "I don't know, really," she says, shrugging again. "But I just thought you might like to look at me while you're doing it. You're thinking about me anyway, aren't you?" The way her hands moved over her body stirs me. I see her looking, her expression unreadable. Then I look at her near flawless body and think, why not? Why the hell shouldn't I do it? Just as I think it, my mother goes on to say, "Isn't it what you've been imagining, Sean? "Me? Nude? With you?" I'm fired up with desire for my mother. God, but she's hot. I croak, "Yes," and her head cants to the side. My mother gnaws on her lower lip, eyes wide. "Well?" she says. I hesitate, wanting to do it, but she's my mother and that puts on the brakes. Although, when she moves in to reach for the sheet, I don't stop her from pulling it away. She breathes ...
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