What's wrong with his mom?

John's mother knelt there with a blank look in her eyes, those eyes not wide but open, unmoving, unblinking. She simply stayed perfectly still, breathing in and out.

"Mom? MOM, are you alright," he asked reaching out to shake her by the shoulders, looking her over to see if he could spot anything wrong. She had run up at his screen to see if anything was wrong with him, and now she was... what, having a stroke? John didn't know; waved a hand in front of her face, looked her over, trying to spot anything. As he did, his gaze couldn't but wander inside her slightly open gown. Her big breasts were moving slightly up and down, visible barely contained in her bra through the front of her robe that she had been too frantic to hold closed as she knelt, nice and round, high and firm, hypnotically calling to him, as if beckoning for him to stare, to enjoy... John shook himself. Sure, he might watch a bit too much mother-son porn, but that wasn't an excuse to be ogling his own mother, especially at a time like this.

Suddenly she came alive again, giving a full-body shudder, shaking her head as if coming out of a daze. This set her loosely restrained boobs bouncing slightly, and John had to teat his gaze away from them again. He just hoped she hadn't seen him staring. He idly wished for a second he could see them in all their naked glory, feel them in his hands, squeeze them, play with them and listen to her moan... he firmly shook his head to clear his perverted imaginings. He needed to lay off the porn. It was wrong to think of his mother that way!

"Oh, I guess you are ok, then" she said as she came back to life, now with a glint in her eyes he couldn't identify. "My darling boy is a horny boy," she said, her mouth parted in a smirk, batting her eyes at him as she subtly changed posture, leaning forward, rolling her shoulders, the robe falling further open. "You want to see my tits," she stated breathily, arching her back, presenting her bra clad tits to him.

"What... mom, are you ok?" John asked, trying to keep his eyes away from the bosom she seemed to be presenting to him. He must have misheard her. Perhaps whatever that pain had been was making him hallucinate!

"Here they are," she shrugged the robe all the way off her shoulders, leaving it hanging from her elbows as she grinned sexily. She reaching up and cupped her boobs, making a show of fondling them. "Do you like them?" she asked, bouncing them in her hands. Her gaze moved southward. "I can tell you do,' she added, eyes locked the crotch of his pants and his obvious boner.

"MOM!?!?! What are you doing?" John cried out in shock, recoiling away from her, fetching up against the side of his bed, unable to entirely tears his eyes away from her bountiful titflesh as she arched forward, going on her hands and knees to follow him, shaking her torso back and forth and seeming to revel in his eyes tracking her hanging boobs.

"Do you want to feel mommy's tits, dear?" she asked in a breathy voice, crawling forward and then kneeling in front of him, pulling her bra away. She ran her hands over her bare breasts, tweaking her hard nipples, cupping ad molding them to draw his gaze no matter how hard he tried to look away. "You want to touch them," she said with certainty as she pressed up against him, trapping him between her and the bed, her firm boobs pillowing into his chest, only the fabric of his t-shirt between them.

"Go ahead," she added, Leaning back just far enough to have room to pull his hands up and place them on her naked chest, using her hands on his to knead her soft flesh. "These are for you, my darling boy," she said with a soft groan as John felt her hard nipples pressing into his palms. "The tits you have wanted for so long, but couldn't ever see, ever touch."

"What is wrong with you? You shouldn't be doing this! I'm your son!!" John yelled in a panic, pulling his hands free of hers and away from her tits, groping for purchase to pull himself to his feet.

"Don't be shy. You want your hot milf mom to talk sexy for you. It turns you on," she said, again a statement, not a question. Smirking, his mom leaned into him, arms wrapping loosely around him, pressing her boobs into his chest and dragging them up and down, giving off a throaty moan as the rough fabric rubbing against them.

"Oh my sweet baby, my daringly son, my young, virile, sexy man, these are for you to enjoy," she said, pressing herself hard into hi, her flesh buldging as it was crushed between themagainst him. "You want me. You want your sexy, willing, horny mom. I can tell," she added, snaking a hand down to feel his hard dick through his pants. "i can always tell what you want.

"What... but... You shouldn't... I can't..." I stammered, my arms griping the bed behind me, freaked out but unable to deny how hot this was. It was like I was inside one of those porn movies I watched when I was alone, where the mother seduces her son to fuck her. What I had always secretly imagined when watching them, only to be sure to banish to the depths of my mind once I was done.

"Are you worried? Does my sexy son not want to get in trouble? Mommy won't punish you. Not unless you want me to," she said, as she ran her hand up and down his clothed member, her face inches away from his. "You won't get in trouble. Not ever again, you hear me! My every thought is about what you want. I want you to have whatever you want. However you want me, whoever you want me to be, I'll be that for you," she said.

"What are you talking about?" John cried. "You aren't making sense," he continued, voice breaking.

"If you want to fuck me, then fuck me. Do you want me to teach you to have sex like in those movies you think I don't know you watch. Prepare to be taught. Oh, maybe you want me to help you fuck your sister, or maybe teach your girlfriend how to fuck you better?" she said, accelerating her hand running along his dick with each hot suggestion.

"If you want me to be your boring old nagging prude mom, I can do that," she added, ceasing her hand movement but not taking it off his turgid length. "Yes, I know what you think of me," she added, "but I always thought I had to be that to be a good mother. But now I see, I just need to give you whatever you want. Want me to make a sandwich, do your laundry, get you a car... Anything you want. Anything," she added, lightly squeezing your clothed member again, voice heavy with implication.

John couldn't deny that he was turned on, couldn't deny how good it felt having her pressed against him, how much he wanted to have her stop feeling him through his pants and take him out and play with him, how he wanted to grab her tits again, to see her fully naked, to watch her body contort with pleasure under his.

Despite how much he wanted to, he knew this wrong. It should be wrong. It was supposed to be wrong, right?