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Mom Seduces Virgin Son on Nude Day

By: SusanJillParker



This is a Nude Day contest story. Please vote.

There are no underage characters in this story. All characters are over the age of eighteen. 

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Mother celebrates Nude Day by getting naked and having sex with her son.

"Mom? Guess what?" Michael rushed in the backdoor and ran through the kitchen, the dining room, and the living room looking for his mother. "Mom? Where are you?"

"I'm upstairs Michael," said Susan.

'Same thing every day, sometimes multiple times a day, he's always excited over something. I wish I had his energy,' she thought to herself while smiling at his exuberant innocence. 'I only wished I had the guts to shock him by standing here naked. Acting shocked that he caught me naked, what would he do, what would he say, if he saw me standing here naked? Would he look? Would he stare? Or would he avert his eyes and look away?'

Taking two steps at a time, two late for her to reconsider her decision to strip off her clothes to surprise him, Michael bounded up the stairs. If only she still had his zest for life, she'd be the party girl that she never had a chance to be, especially now that she's a responsible mother. A role she enjoyed playing more now than before, she was finally satisfied with her life, albeit sexually frustrated with her lonely existence as a single mother. If anyone was to see how her face lights up when seeing her son, it'd be no secret that she wanted to have sex with her son just as much, if not more, than he wanted to have sex with her.

"Guess what?"

Always something, she couldn't even imagine what it was now.

"What is it honey?" He was always so excitable. If he was this excited over nothing, she couldn't even imagine what he'd be naked and like in bed with her. "Calm down, take a breath, and just tell Mommy what it is."

Sometimes, in the way of private pillow talk, albeit without the sex, just as much as she enjoyed him calling her Mommy, that is, unless they were out in public, she enjoyed referring to herself as his Mommy.

'What now she wanted to say with a laugh?' Her constant source of excited entertainment, she couldn't even imagine what it was he had to tell her. 'Did he finally get a job? Was he admitted to Harvard? Did he find a girlfriend? Does he need money for this or for that? Would he like to strip me naked? May I strip him naked? Does he want me to suck him and fuck him because I will? He only need to ask for me to make love to him,' she wondered while imagining him naked and what the answer was to his guess what question.

Never something that she wants, a typical teenager, self-absorbed and self-centered, always about him and never about her, what he had to tell her was always something that he did, wanted to do, wanted, or needed. Always it was something that made her wonder why he was so excited to tell her.

"Guess what?" He stood at the top of the stairs looking at her with excited wonderment while she folded clean clothes that she had just removed from the dryer.

In the way that he looked at her, as if undressing her with his eyes, was the same way that she looked at him. As if she was standing there topless, he was always staring at her tits.

"I don't know. I give up. You found Jimmy Hoffa's body. What is it?"

"Who?"

"Never mind," she said.

"Guess," he said.

"I don't know Michael," she said smiling with his happiness. I'm doing laundry. "You're running in the Boston Marathon next year. You won the lottery? You're going to do your own laundry. What?"

"No, way better than any of that," he beamed her his famous, contagious smile, the one that lit up his face and that lit up her face too. "I've been invited to a Nude Day party."

Busy doing laundry, with the washing machine in her ear, imagining more what he said than what he actually said, she didn't hear what he had said. If she did hear him correctly, she'd think that it was just her imagination. What he said didn't register, especially if what he said had anything at all to do with Nude Day, her most dreaded, albeit totally obscure of holidays. If he did say that he was invited to a Nude Day party, coming full circle, she'd be stunned that her past was haunting her in her present.

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With his excitement for life so outrageously contagious, whatever it was that he had to tell her, was always something new and exciting for him to share. Whatever it was, she looked forward to hearing and sharing in his news. Thinking back when she was his age and envying whatever was his new adventure, she didn't want to diminish his joy by raining her tears of depression on his good days with her bad ones. Yet, sometimes, such a sad, little flower hiding in her room and crying, her sunshine on her cloudy days, he was her ray of hope and every time he asked her his guess what question, he made her smile.

"Guess what Mom? Guess what?"

Her major distraction from her emotional pain and suffering sorrow, the only time she was happy was when watching her son being so excited over something so unimportant in the scheme of things that really mattered. A real treasure that harkened her back to her days when she once was so happy, his innocent joy was such a pleasure. The only one who had such an effect on her, his good mood changed her mood from negative to positive and from depressed to happy. Susan only wished she had that effect on him but, sometimes even difficult for her to smile, the smiling spirit she once had in the past was long lost by all that's happened to her over the years and by how she now feels in the present. With her feelings twisted and her thoughts tormented, she always wondered how different she'd be if what happened to her on Nude Day never happened. Yet, not having any regrets, she wouldn't want to change her past for the sake of her present.

Nonetheless her bad beginning, sometimes when feeling so sad, she wished she was 19-years-old again and could live her life over. If only she knew how the mistakes she made then affected her now, perhaps she would have made different decisions. Maybe things would have been different between her and her father had her mother not died and not left them alone with one another but that's life. Meant to be, maybe there was a reason for her mother to leave her alone with her father but after thinking about the reason for twenty years, she still didn't know the answer to her life's personal riddle.

Now attracted to her son in the way she was once attracted to her father, in the way that her sexual attraction to her father was a temporary father/daughter thing, she figured that her sexual attraction to her son was just a temporary mother/son thing. If only she was 19-years-old again, she wondered if her son would be as sexually attracted to her in the way that he is now. She wondered if she'd still be attracted to him if they were the same age. Only, seeing how her life has turned out for the better after beginning so sour, happy now except for the sadness that crept in like an unexpected, chilly draft on a rainy day that left her so cold and so lonely, forever to be sullen, truth be told, she wouldn't have changed a thing. 

In the scheme of all the happenings around the world, usually something so very unimportant in comparison to tornadoes, floods, poverty, hunger, homelessness, war, devastation, destruction, and murders, his 'guess what' news was always something so important to her son that he couldn't wait to tell her his news. Whether it was good or bad she looked forward to sharing the joy or the sadness that was his life. Only, this time, in the way that he excitedly ran up the stairs, he had good news instead of bad.

A rhetorical question and not really expecting her to guess, with her mind reeling with unanswered questions of what his news might be, it was fun to play his silly game of guess what nonetheless. Never did he come to the point before asking her to guess what it was he had to tell her. As if building the suspense while savoring the moment, he always took his time in telling her his news. Glad that he had good news to tell her, she needed something to get her out of her funk.

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With her having no life of her own and actually looking forward to being a contestant in his guess what game, she thought of all the times that he barged in her bedroom while she was dressing or undressing to ask her his guess what question before sharing his trivial news with her.

"Guess what Mom?"

Once seeing her so indisposed, as if forgetting why he opened her bedroom door unannounced without knocking first, so obviously distracted by her state of undress, he appeared lost in thought in trying to remember what it was he wanted to tell her. Instead of stating his reason for barging in on her, he'd stare at all that she was inadvertently showing him and make no move to leave and/or close her door behind him. After a while, a sexy game they both enjoyed playing, Susan couldn't help but wonder if he barged in her bedroom deliberately to see what he shouldn't see of his mother? As the innocent pretense of coming in her room unannounced, as if he was making up things in the hopes of catching her naked, was that his ploy? As if in shock, he'd stand there motionless and stare at all that she was showing him and all that he was seeing of her before sharing his news while still staring at all that she was unable to immediately conceal.

"Not now Michael. I'm getting dressed," she said wanting to tell him to knock first and wait until she invited him in her bedroom but, thinking better of it, she didn't dare.

Enjoying the peek-a-boo game too much, she didn't want the game of exhibitionism and voyeurism to end. Wanting the sexy albeit incestuous game to continue, if he knocked first and waited for her invitation to tell him when she was decent, he'd never catch her naked again. If he knocked first their little game of peek-a-boo of Mommy flashing her son her tits would be over. If he knocked first, no longer would she feel the heat of hopefulness that this time was the time that he'd reach out his hand and touch her breasts, feel her breasts, fondle her breasts, and caress her breasts while fingering her nipples. If he knocked first, she'd never have the opportunity or the reason to invite him to sleep with her in her bed, in the way that she invited him in her dreams and sexual fantasies to sleep with her naked. If he knocked first, she'd no longer have anything to masturbate over while imagining him not knocking and seeing him staring at all that she was showing.

'Guess what Michael,' thought Susan to herself. 'I want you. I want to suck you. I want to fuck you. I want to make you my bitch instead of my son. Guess what Michael. Lick Mommy's pussy and give me an orgasm. I want to cum in your mouth.'

As if he was oblivious to her dressing or undressing and evidentially by his leering look he wasn't, seemingly taking his sweet time in trying to remember what it was he wanted to tell her, he wouldn't leave until he told her why he barged in on her. Now that he's of legal age, she was always so embarrassed before that he saw her in all manners of undress. Yet, now, feeling sexy about flashing him her body to him, it's difficult for her not to admit that she's sexually attracted to her son and sexually aroused for him to see her so indisposed. Now instead of just standing there while covering her naked or semi-naked body, she continues slowly undressing or dressing in front of him as if giving him a reverse strip tease show.

Instead of standing there semi-nude or naked, embarrassed, cowering and covering herself up with whatever article of clothing she could quickly grab, concealing her nudity was an involuntary reaction that she always regretted doing later. Feeling good about her decision to flash her son her body, the sexual desire she had for him heated her in the way of a fever and in the way that no man has ever done to her before. With him interested enough to stare at her underwear clad, semi-naked, and nude body, with her sexual emotions twisted and tangled, in the beginning she felt as embarrassed as she felt sexually excited that he was staring.

Now wanting to show him as much as he wants to see of her, she wants him to look as much as he obviously wants to look. In the way that her father was, always knowing her son was a voyeur, as are most men, she never knew she was an exhibitionist until, first her father and then her son, they continually caught her in some form of undress that sexually aroused her. The less clothes she had on when they barged in her room, the more sexually excited she felt, the longer she wanted to stand there, and the more she wanted to show them.

"Mom? Guess what?"

"What is it Michael?"

Instead of asking him to leave, her way of inviting him to stay, now she's no longer embarrassed that he's in her room while she's dressing or undressing. Only, after she flashed him, wondering if she was doing the right thing by her son, guilt always replaced her sexual excitement in the way that guilt replaced her sexual excitement for wanting her father. What kind of mother is she to flash her own son? What kind of daughter was she to flash her father? Obviously the same woman now that she was then, when will this perverse, incestuous, sexual excitement ever end?

Wanting to take their game a step further but afraid, she always wished that she had the audacity to play his incestuous game of exhibitionism and voyeurism longer and more often. Yet, being that she was his mother and he was her son, she always thought better of showing him all that she wanted to show him of her and all that he wanted to see of her. What would people think if they knew that not only was she purposely flashing her son but also that she was sexually aroused by the thought of flashing him? Written about throughout all of literature, even the Bible, mother and son incestuous sex, albeit forbidden, is a nearly normal rite of passage. Yet, it's one thing for a son to want to see his mother naked and for a son to stare at his mother's nakedness but what would her relatives, friends, neighbors, and acquaintances say about a mother wanting to show her son her naked body? 

Dependent on her mood, now when he barges in her bedroom without the courtesy of a knock, knowing he'd be flinging open her bedroom door soon, giving him a real, live, sexy show, she purposely stands there in her bra and panty, topless, and even naked albeit briefly. With him as her captive audience of one, with him so vulnerably innocent, and with her as his sexy, porn star, it's her game to play and to control. With all good things coming to an abrupt end, she knew that once he found a girlfriend and was having sex regularly, his sexual interest in her would wane. Enjoying the sexual sensation of it all now and willingly wanting to show him as much of her body as he wants to see, slow to cover herself, she gives him a longer, discreet, motherly, sexy show of her semi-naked or naked body while hoping he'll want more.

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'Guess what Michael,' Susan wanted to say in answer to his question. 'I want you. I want to see you naked in the way you're always trying to see me naked. I want to feel your cock in my hand before taking you in my mouth. I want to suck you Michael. I want to fuck you Michael. I want to make love to you in the way that no mother should ever make love to her son. Look at me Michael. Really look at me. I'm topless. Do you like my tits? I'm naked? What do you think of my body? Would you like to lick Mommy's pussy after I suck your cock? Would you like to fuck Mommy? Only, don't call me Mom, call me Susan.'

Even though she'd always think those salacious thoughts, she'd never act upon them nor would she say any of those things to her son. After flashing him, she always masturbated herself in the way that she imagined he masturbated himself over seeing her. She was always riddled with guilt later from flashing him her body and from thinking her sexual thoughts about her son. Yet, at the time of her flashing him, she felt so wickedly naughty and sexually excited when showing her son bits and pieces of her shapely body in all manners of undress. Unable to control herself from flashing him again, playing the innocent victim by always making him appear to be the perverted one by making her flashes appear accidental, he's the one who barged in her bedroom without knocking after all. 

"Not now Michael. I'm getting dressed."

Her way of continuing his sexy game of voyeurism, whenever he was home and whenever she suspected he had something to tell her, she was always getting dressed and undressed. No doubt, like mother like son. Being that he's a horny teenager without a girlfriend and she's a frustrated, mature woman without a man in her life, he's just as horny as she is. Wanting him to see as much of her as he wants to see, no doubt, he wants to see all that she's willing to show.

An endless, albeit sexually frustrating cycle, whatever she shows him of her and whatever he sees of her is as much fodder for her masturbation as it is, no doubt, for his masturbation. Imagining him stroking himself and cumming to the sexy sights and imagined thoughts of her standing there in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked, it excites her to think of her son stroking his cock while masturbating over the sexy sight of her. In the way that men lust over women, she wondered if women can be degenerate lechers too because, if they could, then she was a lecherous degenerate when it came to wishing she could have sex with her son.

How dare she? With all the men in the world, why does she want her son? With all the women in the world, why does her son want her? She really didn't care the reason why she wanted her son and why he wanted her, it was all just a moot point now. She was just glad that she wanted him as much as he wanted her.

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Her exhibitionism and his voyeurism started last summer when he turned 18-years-old after graduating from high school. Now with both of them at their most sexually active ages and with no present sexual outlet for either one, a vulnerable time for both, Susan's 39-years-old and Michael's 19-years-old. As if a misty fog that always hung low in the air, whenever she was about to flash him, she felt tingling all along her soft skin that make her feel sensually alive. Just before and immediately after her deliberately flashing her son, there was an always eternal horniness, an unspoken word, and an unfinished sentence that troubled them and that hung over them in the way of a dark cloud. Even though she knew that he wanted her as much as she wanted him, tormented by incest, neither one would make the first move. With both of them at the mercy of their sexual peaks, no longer a horny boy, he was a horny man now. Just as he had unfulfilled needs and wanton desires, with her being a sexually frustrated woman, she did too.

Never shy about showing her body to men, blessed with a beautiful body and a shapely figure, her sexuality, ergo semi-nakedness and nudity, was her tool to use to attract men. Unfortunately, the irony wasn't lost on her that the men she most attracted was her father and now her son. Even though she enjoyed wearing sexy clothes and dressed provocatively, she never suspected that she was the exhibitionist slut that she was. She always thought that she was just a sexual woman, albeit a frustrated one, who enjoyed her sexuality and who enjoyed flashing her body.

Just her way of enticing men, with her mother not there to teach her and not knowing any other way, dressing provocatively was her way of seducing her son in the way she seduced her father before him. With her son always looking while, no doubt, hoping to see what he shouldn't see of his mother, she started flashing him up skirt views of her panties, up nightgown views of her pussy, down blouse views of her bra and cleavage, and down nightgown views of her breasts. Titillating in flashing him, the idea of being semi-naked and naked before her son gave her something to masturbate over later.


Mom Seduces Virgin Son on Nude Day



If she thought she was the perverted one for flashing him, he was the perverted one too for always staring at all that she was showing. Being that she was the moral mother, always making her flashes appear accidental instead of deliberate, not wanting him to think bad of her, whatever she showed him and whatever else she imagined he saw, she masturbated over later. Always masturbating, in the way she was excited over flashing her father, whenever she flashed her son, she couldn't wait to flash him again. What was wrong with her that she needed the focused affirmation of a blood, male relative to make her feel sexually alive?

A gradual progression that she always made to appear accidental, the longer he looked, the more she'd show, the more he'd look, and the more she'd want to show him the next time. It's not her fault that he was looking at what she was accidentally showing. A captive audience after her mother died, flashing and teasing her son brought back memories of how she used to flash and tease her father.

Not wanting to make the same mistakes with her son in the way she did with her father, but prepared to live with the consequences if she did, she thought she learned her lesson from the incestuous mistakes she made with her father but she didn't. Always the cockteaser, a game she excelled at playing, she couldn't help herself from driving men crazy with her body, especially her male, blood related relatives. Not sure why, but for some reason, the flashing was more decadently delicious when flashing a blood relative.

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"Guess what Mom?"

Escalating from him barging in her bedroom, one of many times that he's done that to her before, she recalled the first time that her son came in the bathroom while she was relaxing in the tub to tell her something that seemingly just couldn't wait. Again opening the door without knocking, shocked, she couldn't believe that he was standing there. How long was he there? She didn't know. How much did he see of her? She had no idea.

"Guess what Mom?"

Usually relaxing, sometimes even falling asleep while listening to music through her earbuds with her eyes closed, after having a drink and/or smoking a joint, she always wondered how long he had been standing there watching her before making his presence known to her. It was exciting for her to think that he had been standing there all along while peeping on her. Sexually excited by the prospect of him peeping on her, she imagined he must have seen as much of her as she wanted to show him of herself.

Only, wishing she could have an out of body to experience to see what he's already seen of her, she wanted to share in his sexual excitement too. She'd just have to be satisfied with the thought that, no doubt, he's seen her naked plenty enough times through the murky bathwater. An unprecedented first step, how perfect would it be if they could have pillow talk about all that she's shown him of her and all that he's seen of her? Without and before actually touching and having sex, a titillating first step, she'd love to talk dirty to him, if only he'd talk dirty to her.

Just as she routinely masturbated over him, knowing that he was behind his closed bedroom door jerking off over all that he saw of her, she wished she had the nerve to go in his room to give him her motherly helping hand and a hand job. She'd even offer him her mouth and/or her pussy if he showed any inkling of wanting her sexually, other than peeping on her. Every time she thought of blowing him and/or fucking him, she'd get horny, she'd get sexually excited, and she'd get wet. As her pretense to barge in on him at his most embarrassing time, maybe she should ask him a guess what question too.

'Guess what Michael? Did he see my tits? What did you think of my pussy?'

Susan wondered if he saw her naked through the murky bathwater. Imagining that he had, she felt her breasts and fingered her nipples while imagining that her hand and her fingers were her son's hand and fingers. Feeling his presence even when he wasn't there, as if he was an elusive ghost standing behind her peeping while she relaxed in the bathtub, she kept turning around to look to see if she could catch him standing there behind her peeking through the opened crack of the bathroom door. Too busy touching herself while imagining him peeping on her, she never noticed his presence until he walked in the bathroom and took his place on the closed toilet seat to talk to her as she bathe. A bold move on his part, she was just as brazen by not asking him to leave and forbidding him to return when she was taking her bath.

'I wonder what he thought of my breasts, that is, if he even saw them through the bath water,' she thought while looking down at her breasts. 'How could he not see my breasts? If I can see them, he could see them too,' she thought. Sexually excited by the thought of her son seeing her naked breasts, she lifted her breast to her mouth to suck her nipple, first one and then the other, while imagining that it was her son sucking her breasts. Susan continued thinking about Michael spying on her while sucking and fingering her nipples. 'Did he see my pussy too? I wonder if he saw my pussy.'

She looked down at herself to see if she could see her pussy through the soapy bathwater. Sometimes, when she looked long enough and stared hard enough, in the way that he always did when seeing something of her that he shouldn't, she could see her wet patch of blonde pubic but sometimes she couldn't. Getting aroused just thinking of her son peeping on her and seeing her breasts, her areolas, her nipples, and her pussy, she stuck her horny hand down in the bathwater to rub her swollen clit while thinking of her son touching her in the way that she was touching herself now.

'I wonder what he thought of seeing his mother's tits. I wonder what he thought of seeing his mother's cunt. I wonder if he'll tell his friends that he saw his mother naked. I wonder if his friends saw their mothers naked too. Maybe he's installed a camera and posted my naked video online,' she thought while looking around the bathroom for a hidden camera. 'How hot would that be with millions of men lusting over my naked body in the way that my son lusts over me?' 

Sometimes offensive terms, cunt and cock, she'd love to talk dirty to him, if only she could. She'd love for him to talk dirty to her, if only he would. She rubbed herself harder and fingered herself deeper with the thought of Michael masturbating over seeing her tits and cunt in the way she masturbates herself over the imagined thoughts of him seeing her tits and cunt and of her seeing his cock.

'In the way that he has the nerve to walk in the bathroom while I'm taking a bath, I wish I had the nerve to stand up from my bath to show him my naked body,' she thought. 'I wonder if he'd stay or if he'd flee. Would he look away or would he stare? I wish I had the nerve to ask him to towel me dry. Modestly covered by my towel, as innocent as it is morally provocative, oh my God, how exciting it would be for him to feel me through the thickness of my terrycloth towel? Rub-a-dub-dub, after standing up in the bathtub, I'd love for my son to touch me and feel me if only through the thickness of my towel,' she thought. Susan fingered herself to an orgasm over the thoughts of her son masturbating over her after he touched her everywhere through the terrycloth while toweling her dry.

Shocked that he came in that bathroom unannounced while she was taking a bath, she didn't want to make him feel guilty in the way that she felt guilty that he was doing something wrong by violating her privacy. Not wanting to clip his wings, she didn't want to end their sexually arousing game to play. Wanting him to be a free spirit in the way she once was when she was his age, before her father raped her, she didn't want him to have sexual issues in the way that she has sexual issues. She didn't want him to be morally uptight in the way she's morally loose now after being forced to have sex with her father. Perhaps going overboard in allowing her son to do whatever he wanted to do, even walk in her bedroom while she was dressing and undressing and walking in her bathroom while she was bathing, there was a fine line between incest and moral decency. Willing to reciprocate his voyeurism with her exhibitionism, maybe she should return the favor by walking in on him too when she knew he'd be naked, dressing or undressing, masturbating, and/or taking a shower.

As if she was fully dressed and decent instead of bathing in the tub naked in front of her son, which she's never been moral enough to be decent, he'd sit on the closed toilet seat and talk to her. Covered up to her shoulders in soapy bathwater, other than her being naked at the time, what's wrong with a mother talking to her son and a son talking to his mother? Even though she cherished every moment talking to her son, especially in the beginning when he started this voyeuristic ritual of walking in on her at the most inappropriate instances, the first time when she was in the bathtub naked was as incestuously disconcerting as it was sexually arousing. Inherently, he knew which buttons of hers to push for him to receive the biggest sexual reaction.

She thought she'd have an orgasm in the way that he looked at her. As if making love to her with his stare and seducing her with his eyes, she loved watching him looking from her face, to her breasts, and to her pussy. Hoping he could see all of her, she wondered what he could see of her. She wondered what he was thinking when seeing her big breasts and/or her blonde pussy. She wished he'd confess and confide his sexy thoughts for her. She wondered if he wanted her as much as she wanted him. To be honest, in the way she was always dressing and undressing in her bedroom, especially when she knew he was going to be home soon, she's never taken so many baths. In hopes that he'd come into her bedroom or bathroom with something important to ask her to guess what before telling her, she's never been so sexually excited while playing his guess what game.

"Guess what Mom?"

As if he was special needs or had Asperger's syndrome, he'd barge in on her bath in the way he did when she was dressing or undressing in her bedroom. Always timing his moves so perfectly while opening her bathroom door so quickly and quietly, waiting until she was naked and in the tub, she wondered if he knew she preferred taking a bath to a shower because she enjoyed masturbating in the tub. She wondered if he's seen her masturbate and watched her masturbate. While thinking her lips was his lips and her fingers were his fingers, she wondered if he watched her suck her tits while rubbing her clit and fingering her pussy. Suspecting that he did, that would be so hot if he had.

With her horny mind filled with her reflection in the mirror behind her that showed the mirror in front of her in an endless array of her naked reflection, she's even masturbated to the imagined thoughts of him standing there watching her masturbate herself. Something a mother should never do in front of her son, she'd like to masturbate in front of him. Something a son should never do in front of his mother, she'd like to watch him masturbate in front of her too. A deadly trap, as if incest is quicksand, the more she wants him, the deeper she sinks in the Devil's abyss.

* * * * *

Perhaps with one watching the other pleasuring themselves, so long as there was no physical contact and no sexual touching, if nothing else, mutual masturbation could be a first step across the incestuous divide. What's wrong with that? It isn't like they'd be masturbating one another, they'd just be watching one another masturbating. Mutual masturbation wouldn't be such a wicked thing to do for a mother to enjoy with her son and a son to take pleasure in with his mother. If only they could masturbate together, she'd enjoy watching him cum just as much as she'd love for him to see her cum too.

Of course, they'd both have to be naked but being naked was part of the masturbation process after all. There'd be nothing wrong with a mother being naked in front of her son and a son being naked in front of his mother, so long as they didn't have incestuous intentions and so long as they didn't touch one another and/or have sex. Only a waste of his sperm to see it collected in a tissue, pooling on his stomach, or dripping on the floor, not sure if she could control herself from doing so, she'd rather he ejaculated in her hand, across her breasts, in her mouth, or in her pussy. Who is she kidding? If ever she saw his cock, she'd suck him before fucking him.

As if brushing his blonde hair or putting suntan lotion on his muscled back and strong legs, something that a mother would lovingly do for her son and a son could do for his mother, unable to let go of the sexual fantasy, Susan wished they could masturbate one another. How hot would that be for a mother to masturbate her son and a son to masturbate his mother?

'Oh my God,' she thought quivering with sexual desire for her son while rubbing her clit and fingering her nipples.

Touching one another while pleasuring one another, if only he knew she was masturbating over the thoughts of him naked and having sex with her, she wondered what he'd think of his mother. If only he knew she'd love to masturbate him while he masturbated her, she wondered what he'd say. Would he think her sexy or evil? Would he think that incest was a dream come true fantasy or a horrible family nightmare?

The first time he walked in on her taking a bath, shocked by his forwardness, she didn't know how long he had been standing there watching her with her earbuds plugged in her ears and her eyes closed. Maybe before opening the bathroom door he had been peeking at her through the open crack. She enjoyed thinking that he did. Meaning to plane the door down so that it would fit properly and close all the way, now she liked having the bathroom door just the way that it is, conveniently ajar enough for him to look in without being detected peeking.

Once he made his presence known to her by opening the bathroom door and walking in on her as if they were husband and wife or lovers, instead of mother and son, she felt the cold air of the opened door on her back and shoulders. With her naked body concealed by the bubbles of her bathwater, she was as embarrassed as she was sexually excited for him to see her so indisposed. Yet, with her modesty prevailing over her lust for him, she ducked down in the water and covered her breasts with a facecloth as soon as he barged open the bathroom door. As the bubbles evaporated from the cold air that he allowed in as quickly as her horniness for him escalated, sitting upright a moment before, she knew he had seen her tits, her areolas, her nipples, and maybe even the blonde patch of pubic hair of her pussy.

"Close the door Michael. I'm cold," she said with a nervous laugh and purposely not inviting him to stay or telling him to leave. "I'm losing my bubbles."

Being that she was his mother and he was her son, close the door and leave is what she should have said but she didn't. Why would she ask him to leave when she wanted him to stay? Why would she say ask him to leave when she wanted him to see her naked? Modestly submerged in the bathwater up to her shoulders anyway, she wondered what he could see of her, probably a lot. Still standing there talking to her before sitting on the closed toilet seat across from her while leering at her, with the bubbles popping all around her as if tiny balloons, she felt as if she was a balloon stripper on stage.

No doubt, with him standing over her, he could see much more than she imagined he could see by her looking down at herself. With the bathwater growing just as transparent as her desire for her son grew heated, no doubt he's seen her blonde patch of pubic hair through the murky water too. Somehow, as if wearing the sheerest of her sexy nightgowns, seductively concealed albeit wickedly naughty to be so exposed to the eyes of her horny son, the bathwater made her feel sexy instead of exposed and concealed instead of naked. Somehow she knew that he'll be barging in her bathroom again while hoping to see whatever he can see of her. With her wanting to show him as much of her naked body as he'd like to see, without touching and without officially crossing the incestuous line, they played a sexy, incestuous game of exhibitionism and voyeurism. What's wrong with that, so long as her exposing her body and him seeing her body appeared accidental instead of deliberate?

Now she no longer bothers with the bubble bath or even with the facecloth to conceal her nakedness from her son. As wicked in her desire for him as he obviously is for her, with the forbidden taboo of incest the only measure thwarting their sexual advances, her lust for her son is a rollercoaster ride of highs and lows. Immodestly immoral from being so sexually frustrated after exposing her body to him, she enjoys showing her son her bare breasts as much as he obviously enjoys seeing his mother's tits. Fun while she's flashing him, incestuous foreplay that's heightened exponentially because he's her son and she's his mother, as if pulling the plug on a high scoring video game in the middle of play, she's even more sexually frustrated when the flashing show is over. Always wanting more while hoping for more, a titillating appetizer, her flashing show is no longer enough.

Yet, unable to cross the imaginary line after dipping her toe deep enough in the incestuous waters by allowing her son to see however much he wants to see of her naked and semi-naked body, she wishes he'd touch her and feel her. Never having considered it before, it was then that she wondered if her son had the same incestuous curse that his grandfather had and that she now has that causes her to masturbate over the thoughts of her son naked having sex with her. With the sexual, incestuous condition inherited, passed down from father to daughter and to mother to son, maybe that's the reason why she enjoys flashing her son as much as her son enjoys seeing her naked.

How could she? How dare she? What's wrong with her to enjoy flashing her body while masturbating over the wicked thoughts of sucking and fucking her son? What's wrong with her son for him to not have a girlfriend and for him wanting to spend so much of his time with his mother in the way that she loves spending so much of her time with her son?

In the way that her son, no doubt, has sexual thoughts for her, what's wrong with her having sexual thoughts for her son? In the way that her son, no doubt, has inappropriately forbidden thoughts about her, his own mother, what's wrong with her to think that inappropriately forbidden way of her own son? In the way she now fantasizes having sex with her son, what was wrong with her father to have had sex with her, his daughter? In the way that she teased her father by flashing him her naked body and in the way that she wants to show her son her naked body, just as his grandfather did before, what's wrong with her son always trying to see her naked? So long as he wants to see her naked, what's wrong with her, if anything at all, for willingly wanting to show her son her naked body? It makes her feel wanted and desired for her to watch him looking at her with lust in his eyes.

Yet, considering the other side of the coin, maybe there's nothing wrong with how she feels about her son and how her son feels about his mother. More than just merely sex, maybe there's nothing wrong with a mother making love to her son and a son making love to his mother. It's just love albeit with incestuous sex attached to it. A recipe for an appropriate seduction, how can love ever be wrong even when flavored with lust, spiced with sex, and peppered with incest? Maybe people should mind their own judgmental business and leave them to do whatever makes them happy.




Mom Seduces Virgin Son on Nude Day



What's so wrong with a mother expressing her love for her son through sexual contact and a son expressing his love for his mother through sexual climax? If she thought it was wrong to show her son her naked body and for her son to see her naked, she wouldn't show him her naked body nor would she allow him to see her naked. If she thought it was wrong for a son to show his mother his naked body, she wouldn't look. Yet sexually fantasizing over seeing her son naked while masturbating over the thoughts of seeing her son naked, she wanted to see her son's cock as much as she wanted to show her son her tits and pussy.

With him no longer a minor and both of them consenting adults, with her alone and lonely without a man in her life, what they do behind closed doors is no one's business. What they do behind closed doors is not open for inspection, discussion, commentary, or judgment. With her his mother, this is her house and he's her son. Who the Hell are they, whoever they are, to make her feel guilty? Why should she conform to a rigid puritanical society when men are doing much worse behind closed doors than what she'd like to do with her son?

When there was no one there to help her in her hour of need when her father was stripping her naked and raping her, why should she pay attention to what people think now? Where were all the Bible thumping, goody-two-shoes when her father was forcing her to have sex with him and impregnating her with Michael? How dare they judge her when she was the one who was so sexually used and incestuously abused? 

'Fuck them,' she thought without saying her thoughts out loud.

She wondered if everyone was like this when it comes to incestuous sex or is it just her fucked up family. With a father driven to have sex with his daughter, maybe there's something to Freud's Oedipus complex of a son wanting to have sex with his mother but is there a complex for a mother who yearns to have sex with her son? Maybe because she's a woman, the daughter having inappropriate feelings and/or sexual desires for her father or the mother having the inappropriate feelings and/or sexual desires for her son, what she feels is categorized under the broad heading of incest. Whereas, if she was a man, the father having inappropriate feelings and/or sexual desires for his daughter or the son having inappropriate feelings and/or sexual desires for his mother, instead of calling it incest, it would be categorized by a more important sounding Greek name, the Oedipus complex.

'Why is incest so much more sexually exciting when it's a blood relative that she lusts over,' she thought?

First it was her father wanting her in the way that she wanted him and now it's her son wanting her in the way that she wants him. Getting what was coming to her, had she not teased her father and with him finally having enough of the teasing and calling her bluff, he never would have stripped her naked and raped her. Not all her fault, with her coming of age in feeling vulnerable, horny, sexy at 19-years-old, and troubled after the death of her mother, being that he was the responsible adult, her father should have exerted more self-control. Only, he was missing his wife too and seeing too much of his wife in his daughter, once he started drinking the incestuous outcome was inevitable. Yet, going back and forth from blaming her father to blaming herself, even though she was the responsible adult now, she still had no control of her sexual actions when it came to her son. Now, if she forgives herself for her incestuous thoughts and actions for her son then she must also forgive her father too.

After having just blossomed into a woman from a girl, had she not tortured her father by constantly and continually flashing him her body, especially when he was drinking, she wouldn't have her son, the spitting image of his grandfather, and may he rest in peace. Or maybe she would have had a son and/or a daughter with a normal man, a man not so driven by incest. Who knows? Never married but with the responsibility of an incestuous child born out of wedlock, having incestuous sex with her father and now wanting to have incestuous sex with her son, her twisted perversity changed her life's path forever.

* * * * *

"I've been invited to a Nude Day celebration party. I have no idea what to expect," he said. "I guess I don't need to worry what to wear. I'll just wear nothing," he said with a nervous, albeit sexually excited laugh.

Nude Day? In the way that Pearl Harbor is remembered, Nude Day was her dark day of infamy. Taking her years to realize, the only convoluted silver lining in her dark cloud was the birth of her son. As if that day was stacked against her in her marked deck of cards of life, Nude Day wasn't just any horny, naked day to her. Nude Day was the day that had changed her life forever. Nude Day was the day that her son was conceived by her father's seed.

She did a lot of growing up in that one day. Scheduled to begin college but saddled with a new born baby at only 19-years-old, she barely graduated from high school when she was pregnant with her father's son that summer. Conceived in July on Nude Day, the only day they had sex, born nine months later in April, he was her Nude Day, new born baby boy. With her being the daughter of her father, convolutedly confusing, she was now the mother of her father's son.

'Happy fucking Nude Day to me,' she said to herself while thinking how weird it is that her life has come full circle and is so reliant upon Nude Day.

She has a love/hate relationship with Nude Day, first with her teasing and flashing her father, now with her wanting to have sex with her son, and her son always trying to see her naked. As wicked in her incestuous desire for her father was and as wicked in her incestuous desire for her son, maybe she's the deranged one and not her father nor her son. Knowing full well that their game to play was incest, thinking that she could beat men at their own perverse game, maybe she's the instigator, the taunter, and the cockteaser.

Whether aunt, uncle, cousin, grandfather, grandmother, sister, brother, daughter, son, mother, and father, is everyone in the world looking to have incestuous sex with their blood relatives? Why aren't people happy having sex with their girlfriends, boyfriends, wives, or husbands? Why must sex be kinky, wicked, and/or incestuous to be any good? What's wrong with her to be so twisted to want to have sex with her son?

Something she never did nor had the chance to do and still wishing she could do, to be naked in public for Nude Day, wishing she could be present at his Nude Day celebration party, she swooned at the thought of her son being naked in public for Nude Day. In the way that her father forbade her to go and then stripped her naked when she told him that she was going to the Nude Day celebration anyway, she wanted to strip her son naked too. In the way that she had her father's baby, knowing that it sounded so crazy to contemplate, she now wanted to have her son's baby. Finally coming full circle, it was now that she realized the lust her father had for her then by the lust she had for her son now.

She wondered his reaction if she dared strip her son naked. Easy to do in the way that he walked around her nearly naked while wearing just a tee shirt and pajama bottoms without underwear, whether he's aware or not, he teases her with the outline of his erection and/or flaccid cock. Just once, she'd love to see his cock pop out of his pajama pee-hole. Just once she'd love to reach out and touch it, feel it, stroke it, and suck it before fucking her prick.

She imagined squatting down in front of him as if to pick something off the floor or as if to suck his cock, she could depants him with one swift downward pull of his pajama. Maybe he'd think it was a joke but seeing his cock was no joke to her. Imagining her poised there in front of him, she wouldn't be able to help herself from taking his prick in her hand before taking his cock in her mouth. It's been a long while since she's sucked a cock and she's hungry for one now, especially for her son's big prick.

Dizzy with desire for him while imagining her son naked, all she could imagine seeing in her mind was his round, firm ass, his big, swollen cock, his drooping testicles, and his blonde pubic hair. Wondering where she left her camera, as if he was leaving for his senior Prom in his spiffy tuxedo instead of leaving her for the Nude Day celebration in his swim trunks, she wondered if he'd leave the house naked. Wanting to stick her tongue where no mother should ever stick her tongue in her son's ass to toss his salad, she imagined saying good-bye to him at the front door while staring at and licking his naked ass before sucking his cock.

She imagined him turning to wave good-bye to her to flash her his hard, hairy prick. As soon as he turned to show her his prick, she'd fall to her knees again to beg him not to go and leave her alone before taking him in her mouth to suck him in hopes that he'd stay to celebrate Nude Day with her. Starting with a father lusting over his daughter to a mother lusting over her son, now with her son lusting over his mother, will this incestuous cycle never end?

* * * * *

"Nude Day? Seriously? You've been invited to a Nude Day celebration?" Cursed by what happened to her on Nude Day, she hated Nude Day. Nonetheless her detestation for that one day of the year, she gulped her sexual excitement along with the vision of her son naked. "As in naked Nude Day?"

Again the imagined image of him naked flashed across her mind. In the way that she imagined her son's mind was filled with her naked body, her mind was filled with her son's naked body. Twenty years later, with her past coming back to haunt her in her present, she couldn't believe that her son was invited to a Nude Day celebration in the way that she once was but wasn't allowed to attend.

"Yes," he said with a laugh. "It's as embarrassing as it is sexually exciting to imagine walking around people naked that I don't even know. To be honest, Mom, I'm not sure if I can strip off my clothes and I won't know until I get there. If I do strip naked, I'll probably embarrass myself by having a constant erection," he said looking at her with a mixture of embarrassment and sexual excitement. 

Imagining him with an erection, Susan imagined her son stripping off his clothes as if he was standing before her now undressing. Imagining him removing his shirt, pants, and tee shirt and stripping down to his boxer shorts, she imagined him having a huge erection when he removed his boxer shorts too. Returning from fantasy to reality after making herself so horny for him, she wondered where he was going. Suddenly wishing she had a pair of binoculars or a camera that had a high powered zoom lens, she'd love to follow her son to the Nude Day event and record his naked image to use as fodder for her masturbation later.

Always having enjoyed a good relationship with her son, nonetheless, with teenagers always so secretive, especially with their sexual life, she couldn't believe that he was talking to her so openly, honestly, and personally about sex. All she could think of now was her son's erection. Fixated with his sexual appendage, she wondered how big his penis gets when erect. She imagined her son's erection as swollen for her mouth as her pussy lips were swollen for his cock.

If only enjoying the thought of it and if only for the sake of making him feel more comfortable and at ease, yeah right, she wanted to ask her son if he wanted to practice walking around in front of her naked. Thinking better of asking him that question, unable to control herself, there's no telling what she'd do if she saw her son's naked, erect prick. With Nude Day her excuse to get Michael naked, Susan wondered if he'd fall for her ruse in the way she did with her father or if he'd see right through it.

If she did convince him to strip naked in front of her, a visually telling, sexual sign, she wondered if he'd have an erection in front of her, his own mother. In the way that she wanted him, hopefully the same way that he wanted her, she'd stare at his cock in the way that he always stares at her breasts. If only he'd walk around her naked and with an erection, a sexual fantasy come true and the beginning of something beautiful, she'd touch his cock and feel his cock. If only he'd walk around her naked with an erection, she'd grab his cock and stroke his cock. If only he'd walk around her naked, unable to control the sexual lust she had for her son, she'd suck his cock and fuck his cock. Just as she'd be as wet for him as she is now with the thoughts of seeing his cock, she imagined that he'd be as hard for her when's he's masturbating over the thoughts of showing her his prick before having sex with her.

Being that it was Nude Day, her chance to see her son nude, daring herself to ask him to walk around her naked, she again wondered if he'd fall for her ruse and get naked or if he'd see right through her motherly help as her sexual intentions to seduce her son. In the way that her father wanted her, how embarrassing would that be if he knew she wanted him in the way that she hoped that he wanted her and rejected her sexual advances? Jealous of him going where she was never allowed to go, she wished she had a Nude Day celebration to attend too but no one invited her anywhere anymore. Except for her son and her father before him, no one wanted to see her naked. Being that she still had a hot body and a shapely figure, she was sure that lots of men would want to see her naked but her captive audience of one to flash, it was only her son who was there with her now.

She was still young, attractive, and sexy but even if she was entertaining a bevy of other men, other men seeing her naked and her seeing them naked wasn't the same as her son seeing her naked and her seeing him naked. Unless she could attend the Nude Day celebration with her son, even if she had an invitation to a Nude Day party, she'd never go after what happened to her on Nude Day. If she did attend the Nude Day celebration with her son, she could only imagine how those people who knew that they were mother and son would talk. She could only imagine the women's shocked surprise and the men's sexual excitement to seeing mother and son naked together. She wished they lived elsewhere, a place where no one knew that they were mother and son. Maybe then they could have sex as if they were boyfriend and girlfriend or husband and wife.

"Embarrassed?"

"I'd be so embarrassed to be naked," he said again.

Excited by the continuation of the sexual conversation she was suddenly having with her son about Nude Day, wanting to prolong the erotic exchange and sexual interaction, she abandoned doing the laundry. She walked downstairs with him to confront him face to face in a more comfortable setting, the living room.

"Why are you embarrassed? It's just your body Michael," she said as if she was a European fashion model acting so cosmopolitan in being able to hide her lust for her son. "Everyone has the exact same bits and pieces, some smaller and some larger," she said imagining him having a larger penis than a smaller one and being glad that she had big breasts instead of small ones.

She played the mature motherly part when surmising that he'd be just as excited parading around her naked as much as she'd enjoy seeing him naked. Susan looked at her 19-year-old son with lust in the way that her father used to look at her. She could feel herself changing into something she never thought she'd be, a pervert and a sexual deviate. Teasing him and taunting him to touch her, take her, and have his wicked way with her, in the way that she paraded around her father nearly naked then, she paraded around her son now. In the way that her father was a predator then and she was the sexual victim, she was a predator now and her son was her sexual victim. For her to have the forbidden thoughts of seducing her son, she was a cougar on steroids. For her to want her son, she was just as twisted as was her father.

* * * * *

Ready to cross the line with her son in the way that she did with her father, she wondered if the incestuous lust that she harbored for her son was something inherited or instilled in her because of what happened to her in having sex with her father. Except for teasing and flashing her father she seemed normal. Maybe it just takes this long for her incestuous lunacy to blossom and materialize in her sexual attraction for her son. As if Nude Day was her keyword needed to release her sleeping hypnosis, just as it happened with her father on Nude Day, her sexual feelings for her son exploded when he told her his plans for Nude Day.

Forget about how she felt about him before, sexually attracted to him, teasing him by flashing him, and masturbating over the thoughts of having sex with him, she wanted him now. She had to have her son. Insanely and possessively jealous of any other woman who she imagined would see her son naked, not only did she want to see him naked first but also she wanted him all to herself. Thinking of him as someone else other than her son, Susan wanted to have sex with Michael. Maybe there's an incest gene in her DNA that made her father illicitly want her then in the way that she wants her son in such a forbidden way now. Remembering all as if it happened yesterday, it was twenty years ago today, Nude Day, that her father had his wicked way with her naked body.

"Com'on, don't be so shy Susan. Let's have a little fun. Come have a drink with me," said her father walking in her bedroom and closing the door behind him before grabbing her, touching her, and feeling her. He was always groping her.

Not the first time her father touched her, felt her, and groped her, this time was different. This time he was drunk. This time she knew that he wouldn't be taking no for an answer. 

"Daddy don't," she said mildly protesting when he touched and felt her breast through her blouse and bra or felt her ass through her short skirt and panty.

She looked down at his hand as if his hand belong to someone else and as if it wasn't her breast that he was touching and feeling. Then when he felt the firm, roundness of her ass through her clothes, it was as if his hand ignited something that slept dormant inside of her. He had been distant, withdrawn, and depressed over the death of his wife and with him not there helping her through her grief, she had faced the death of her mother alone. Now here he was paying attention to her, albeit sexually, his fatherly touch was what she seemingly needed to help her through her grief.

As much as she was frightened by his drunken aggressiveness towards her, she was drowning in her mixed emotions that constantly and continually hit her in the face as if they were buckets of cold water. She used to talk to her mother about everything, especially her feelings and now she had no one. Unable to admit it even to herself, with some kind of attention better than no attention, she was excited by her father's lust for her. In the way that he leered at her, it was obvious to her that he wanted her. With her thinking that she could replace her mother and help her father through his grief, he made her feel like a sexy woman instead of a nineteen-year-old girl. With her being a virgin, no man had ever touched her in that way.

"Take off your clothes Susan," he said lifting up her short skirt.

He held up her skirt high enough and in place long enough to expose her white, bikini panties to him while feeling her breast through her blouse and bra. Immediately she felt a warm wetness between her legs and felt her nipples pushing against her bra. It was when he forced his hand between her legs, cupped her pussy through her panty, and tried unbuttoning her blouse that she pushed him away. She pushed him away not because she didn't want him but because she was embarrassed that she needed him, if only in that sexual way, especially in that sexual way. It was when he touched her where no father should touch his daughter that she responded in the way that no daughter should respond to her father. As much as she was disgusted by his touches, it felt good for a man to touch her where she's only touched herself.




Mom Seduces Virgin Son on Nude Day



"Daddy don't," she said feebly protesting while not struggling to pull herself away from his inappropriate grasp or even try to lower her short skirt. "No! Stop! Let me go!"

"It's Nude Day Susan. Get naked with me," he said looking at her as if he was looking at an ice cold bottle of beer on a hot day. As if he had poured it all over his head and showered in it, he reeked of beer. "Nude Day is the one day of the year that it's permissible for a father to see his daughter without her clothes," he said.

Nearly tempting her to get naked in front of her father, it was a good line she thought, even back then. Always calling her pretty and always comparing her to Bo Derek, Christie Brinkley, Heather Locklear, Kim Basinger, and Shannon Tweed, he made her feel sexy. Especially after the death of her mother, he made her feel that she could replace her mother. Wondering what he'd say or do, after having flashed him bits and pieces of her body so many times before, she wanted to show him her naked body now. Twenty years later, she never thought that she'd be trying that same line with her son. 

"I'm not getting naked in front of you Daddy," she said. "Eww. Gross. That's so gross," she said brushing down her skirt but unable to brush away her sexual excitement, she was aroused nonetheless that her father got a good look of her panty clad ass and a good feel of her C cup breasts.

"I'll tell you what," he said momentarily letting her go. "I'll get naked first," he said unbuttoning his shirt, unbuckling, unbuttoning, and unzipping his pants. "See? Look Susan. I'm not shy about getting naked on Nude Day and you shouldn't be either."

Not believing that he'd strip naked in front of her, she watched her father strip himself down to his underwear before she looked away when realizing that he would. 

"Dad! What are you doing?"

As if his whole plan was to get naked in front of her as much as it was his plan to strip his daughter naked, as soon as he removed his tee shirt, he removed his boxer shorts too. As much as she couldn't believe that her father was naked, she couldn't believe that he had an erection. Thinking that she was a modestly moral daughter not to look, she couldn't take her eyes off of his engorged prick. Having never seen her father's cock before or any cock for that matter, other than the cocks her girlfriends showed her in Playgirl, she couldn't believe that her father was exposing his prick to her now.

"Look at me," he said while holding his cock in his hand. "Look at Daddy, Susan," he said. "Look at Daddy's penis."

"Eww Daddy," she said still staring at his erection. "You have an erection," she said looking and mortified more by his erection than by seeing his exposed cock. "Gross. That's so gross."

Who was she kidding? Her first time seeing a male appendage up close that wasn't in a glossy magazine, she was sexually aroused seeing her father's cock while knowing that he was erect for her. Having as much sexual desire for her father as he had for her, her nipples were already hard and erect. Again, having no control over how she felt, she felt a familiar warm wetness tingling between her legs and knew that she wanted and was ready to have sex with her father. Only, coming to her senses, this was her Dad and not some man trying to pick her up at a bar. How could she sexually feel this way over her father when she's never felt this way over any man?

Cajoling her to get naked with him on the pretense of celebrating Nude Day, when she didn't, he stripped himself naked. She couldn't believe her father was naked. Just wanting to get away from him, he blocked her escape by standing in front of her bedroom door. He was drunk but she wasn't dumb enough to trust him to get naked too. Only asking for trouble, a daughter getting naked with her father was wrong. A daughter having her father strip her naked while he was naked and drunk was a big mistake. Only with part of her wanting to strip off her clothes and be comforted by her father, even sexually, the other part of her told her to get away from him.

Not taking no for an answer, after he removed his clothes in front of her, he forced her to look at his cock by standing in front of her while blocking her escape from the house and from him. Just as bad as he was, she not only wanted to see his cock just as much as he wanted to show her his cock but also she wanted to touch and feel his cock in the way that he wanted to touch and feel her. Then, scaring her instead of sexually exciting her, as if he had four hands instead of two and with her only wearing four articles of clothing, a blouse, a short skirt, a low cut bra, and bikini panties, her modesty was no match for her father's lust in wanting to strip her naked. Filled with mixed emotion, she was as horrified as she was sexually excited when he started undressing her while touching and feeling her everywhere.

Allowing him to unbutton her blouse, with her wanting to show him her breasts as much as he wanted to see her tits, she watched him stare at her cleavage and bra. As if it all happening in slow motion and as if it wasn't happening to her but to someone else, she watched her father's hand feel her breasts through her bra. Admittedly, his big hand felt good on her big breasts. Only she wished that he wasn't her father but a boy she liked from the neighborhood.

"You have big tits like your mother," he said feeling the full weight of her breasts before sticking his hand inside of her bra. 

She didn't stop him from cupping her naked breast until he fingered her nipple. Not wanting him to know that she was sexually excited when he fingered her hard, erect nipple, she feared she'd allow her father to have his wicked way with her if he continued touching her in that way. Her nipples were one of her erogenous zones and with her pussy already so wet, she was already staring at his cock with the thoughts of taking him in her mouth before allowing him to push himself in her pussy.

"Daddy stop," she said feebly protesting.

Allowing him to do so without stopping him, he unbuttoned and unzipped her short skirt while removing her blouse. She watched her skirt fall to the carpet in the way that her defenses had fallen to her father. Standing before her father in her low cut bra and sheer bikini panty, she knew that he could see all that he wanted to see. In the way that he looked at her, the same way that he looked at his new car, he excited her with his lust for her.

"C'mon Susan. Get naked with me. Let's celebrate Nude Day together," he said sticking a strong finger beneath her bra and quickly lifting.

In one fluid motion, without even unhooking it, her bra was up above her breasts, over her head, and off. Slow to cover them, her ultimate flash, she used her hands to cover her naked breasts. More embarrassed that her nipples were hard and erect than she was with him seeing her tits, always knowing he'd be watching, she's flashed him her breasts many times before by the pool when mercilessly teasing him. With her hands holding her breasts as if they were her bra cups, unable to stop him, he pulled down her panties. Naked now, her shaved pussy was there for her father to ogle. Having stripped her naked, albeit a bit frightened, she was more sexually excited than she was embarrassed. She had just shaved her blonde fur from her pussy for the first time and who better to see her shaved cunt than her father. Now that she was naked, she wondered what was next.

Already so sexually aroused that she'd willingly give him one, even though she's never given anyone one, she wondered if he'd force her to give him a hand job. Her girlfriends were always talking about giving their boyfriends hand jobs and blowjobs. Curious what it felt like to hold a cock in her hand as well as feel and taste it in her mouth, she wondered if he'd force her to blow him. She wondered if he'd push her back on her bed and fuck her. Still a virgin, so vulnerably innocent, with his cock the first naked cock she's ever seen, she never had a cock in her hand, in her mouth, or in her pussy before.

After all the misery her father has been through when her mother was sick and finally succumbed to her illness, she'd comfort her father sexually, if he wasn't drunk and aggressive. More than once she's thought about going to his room and sleeping with him in his bed. Wondering what he'd do if she did, she enjoyed masturbating to the thoughts of him taking her. She masturbated herself dozens of times while thinking about having sex with her father. Now with her mother gone, alone and lost, she needed some loving comfort as much as he did.

Feeling guilty for the sexual attraction that she felt for her father, she didn't understand why she allowed him to strip her and touch her without more of a struggle but she did. Only, in the way that her mother rejected her by dying on her, her convoluted way of living with her loss, she didn't want her father to reject her too. So sadly alone, she was willing to give herself to her father for him to love her and hopefully not leave her and abandon her in the way her mother had done by dying on her.

Not making it easy for him by playing hard to get, even though she wanted him at times but, being that he was drunk and too forceful with her, this wasn't one of them. She turned her head away from him when he tried to kiss her. Not a drinker and hating the smell of it, all she could smell was beer. Holding her by her chin and turning her head and forcing his lips to hers, he finally kissed her.

When he impaled her mouth with his tongue, she felt his hard prick pushing against her soft belly. The sexual sensation of him excited her in a way that she's never been sexually excited before. At that point, she would have had sex with anyone's cock, even her father's erect prick. Knowing now that she was doomed to have sex with her father, she relented and submitted her will to his by relinquishing her tongue to him and returning his passion with hers. Kissing and kissing her, he felt her breasts while fingering her pussy.

She remembered being as embarrassed seeing her father's erection as she was that her nipples were erect and her pussy was wet for him. Yet, he knew all the places to touch her and feel her to make her forget that he wasn't her father but her lover. Pushing her down to her knees, as if she was a Japanese woman stripped naked on a subway train or on a public bus before being forced to have sex, he forced her to suck him. A somewhat a willing volunteer, a father forcing his daughter to suck him was bad enough but a daughter willingly sucking her father was even worse. Having never had a cock in her mouth, she's seen enough porn to know how to give a blowjob. With his hand pressed against the back of her head, humping her mouth, he didn't let go of her until he ejaculated in her mouth and until she swallowed.

It wasn't until after she swallowed her father that she felt disgust and shame for what she had just done. Always wondering the reasons why her father did what he did and she did what she did, how could they do what they did? Why did her father strip naked that day? Why did he strip her naked too? Why did he force her to have sex with him? Why did she allow him to have sex with her? With so many unanswered questions that she'll never receive the answers to, the mystery of what happened that day would be forever unknown. Having found peace by forgiving her father and herself, her son has brought her the joy that she needed to move on with her life. Yet, now that she's reliving what happened to her with her father with son, perhaps, she'll receive some closure by having sex with her son.

It was when her mouth was filled with her father's cock that she felt the pure, utter lunacy of what she was doing along with the sexual excitement of orally pleasuring her father. How dare he do this to her? How dare she do this to him? Yet, glad that he did and she did, with both receiving some loving affection and emotional comfort from having sex, she couldn't believe she was sucking her father. She was blowing her Dad.

At the time, instead of more thinking how could he do that to her, putting all of the responsibility on herself for deliberately teasing him and flashing her body to her father, she blamed herself. Insanely enraged, as soon as he exploded the lust he had for her in her mouth, he pushed her back on her bed, mounted her, and fucked her. She really didn't mind seeing her father naked. She really didn't mind him seeing her naked. She didn't so much mind stroking his cock while sucking his cock but she didn't want to have intercourse with her father.

Only, he didn't give her much choice. Too strong for her, he forced himself on her. A long time coming, with him not able to have sex with his wife because she was so sick, it was as if he saved all of his sexual lust to have sex with his daughter today.

As if he was a piston in the engine of an exotic sports car running at 9,000 RPMs, up and down, he fucked her fast and he fucked her hard. In the way that he parted her virginal clam to pound her pussy, his lust for her was obvious. Only, a total turn off, calling her by her mother's name, Rose, instead of calling her by her name, Susan, even in his incestuous lust for her he rejected her for the memory of his dead wife, her mother.

"Rose, I love you. Rose, I miss you. Fuck me Rose. Fuck me. Make me cum baby. Make me cum," he said in his drunkenness.

Rose, Rose, Rose, everything was about Rose and not about her. He fucked her until he passed out while still on top of her. Not wanting to awaken him from his sexual fantasy that he was having of his deceased wife, in the way that he ejaculated in her mouth, he ejaculated deep inside of her pussy too.

Filled with his cum, she was surprised he didn't fuck her up the ass too. Maybe had he not be so drunk and fallen asleep, he may have taken her anally too. After seeing his cock, touching his cock, stroking his cock, and sucking his cock, she was too overwhelmed with sexual excitement to stop him from fucking her. Too powerless to prevent him from forcing himself inside of her pussy, it wasn't until she felt his warm semen dripping from her that she realized that he wasn't wearing a condom.

Bad enough that she had sex with her father, it was even worse that she had unprotected sex with him. The one and only time having sex with her father or with anyone for that matter, with her luck, she'd get pregnant. Having two heads, three arms, and four legs, she couldn't imagine what her incestuous offspring would even look like. If it wasn't for her religion, she could have an abortion but that was out of the question. She just hoped that he hadn't impregnated her.

After that incident, not only did she hate her father but also she hated Nude Day. She wished her mother hadn't died. She wished she wasn't left alone with her father. She wished there was never a Nude Day. Sometimes she even wished she was born a man instead of a woman but glad that she was a woman instead of a man, maybe this disaster would be over and done, now that her father had his wicked way with her.

Drunk and/or sleeping, he stayed there like that on top of her. Afraid to move, for fear that he'd awaken and have sex with her naked body again, she didn't want to wake him. Yet, needing to extricate herself from him, he was suffocating her with his deadweight. Besides, needing to pee, and needing to shower the stench of beer from him nauseated her. Gradually, gingerly, she pushed him off of her.

He didn't move. Sleeping so soundly, she wondered if he was still breathing. If she didn't know any better, he looked more dead than alive. Only, she didn't know any better.

She thought the worst part of the incestuous abuse was having forced sex with her father. She thought the worst part of the incestuous abuse was being a willing victim and even enjoying sucking and fucking her father. She thought the worst part of her nightmare was when her father died of a sudden, massive heart attack while on top of her and still inside of her. She thought the worst of him forcing himself on her was being pregnant with his child.

Yet, the worst of it all was the best of it all. A blessing in disguise after being unable to abort her baby, now the best part of what happened to her on that Nude Day, she cherishes her son Michael. Yet, perhaps the worst of what happened to her on that day, Nude Day, 20 years ago, is what's happening to her now today, on Nude Day. The worst of her incestuous union with her father is that she now yearns to make love to her son. In the way her father wanted and needed to make love to his daughter, she now wants to make love to her son.

* * * * *

"Why am I embarrassed? I just am," said Michael. "Other than you seeing me naked when I was a baby and occasionally catching me masturbating, I've never been naked in front of anyone Mother," said Michael.

Susan couldn't believe that Michael brought up the times she caught him masturbating. She wondered if he was as sexually excited with her catching him masturbating as she was sexually excited seeing him and watching him masturbate. She only wished that she could talk to him about him masturbating more in depth. Mostly curious to know what he masturbated about, she wondered if he masturbated over her in the way that she masturbated over him.

Wishing she could see him naked again, suddenly the images of his hard, exposed cock filled her mind. With his tee shirt over his head, she remembered walking in his room to get his dirty laundry. He must have just finished masturbating or was in the process of masturbating because he was still so very hard. Frozen in place, all she could do was to stare at his big, erect prick and, acting so wickedly bold, she wasn't even embarrassed that he caught her staring.

He had a much bigger prick than did her father, his grandfather, actually. Explanations get confusing when her father is also her son's father. She was just glad that, now with her father deceased, that no one else knew that Michael was really her half-brother and her son. So horny before and even hornier for him now after seeing his erect prick, she wanted him. She had to have him. When she saw him standing there naked that day, she had all that she could do to control herself by not walking to him and taking him in her hand to stroke him before falling to her knees to take him in her mouth to suck him. She'd like nothing more than to spread her legs to fuck her son.

"Mom? Gees!" Replaying that day over again in her head while masturbating herself, she remembered that day as if it was yesterday. "You could have knocked," he said covering his nakedness with his hand but not looking as embarrassed as she thought he would.

Was he deliberately flashing her in the way that she's been deliberately flashing him? She didn't know. She couldn't tell. Opening the door for them to have sex one day, if he was deliberately flashing her, maybe their flashing would progress to something more. 

He said to her what she'd never say to him, knock before entering. Maybe he really was embarrassed that's she saw his hard prick. Maybe not exposing himself to her deliberately, she had the fortuitous good fortune to see him naked accidentally. Wanting him to barge in on her in the way that she wished she could barge in on him, she never wanted him to knock when she was dressing, undressing, or bathing. Only, even though she was hot for his body, she didn't want him to think that she was the incestuous slut that she was. A son wanting his mother is one thing and almost a normal thing but a mother wanting her son was something else entirely.

"Sorry," she said closing the door behind her and immediately going in her room to masturbate over the image of seeing her son's big prick while imagining having sex with him.




Mom Seduces Virgin Son on Nude Day



She recalled the few times she caught him masturbating and, wishing she could masturbate him, at the very least, she wished that she could have stayed to watch him masturbate himself. It was so hot for her to watch a man stroking himself before cumming. Standing in his doorway in the way that she imagined he stood in the bathroom while watching her masturbate, self-abuse was such a waste when they had one to do that for the other. If only he'd masturbate her, a sexual fantasy come true, she'd love to masturbate him. Only how does a mother broach the subject of mutual masturbation without appearing as the incestuous slut that she's become?

"I've never seen a naked woman," he said talking to her tits before looking up at her face.

Feeling her nipples making their appearance through her bra and blouse, he always made her horny when he stared at her breasts. Maybe the reason why he stared at her tits was because he could see the impressions that her nipples made through her blouse and bra. When he wasn't talking to her ass and pussy, he was always talking to her tits. In the same way that her father did, every time he talked to her, he talked to her tits. Whenever he looked at her in that sexy, albeit forbidden way, in the same way that happened with her father, she could feel a familiar warm wetness between her legs.

"Seriously Michael, with all the porn that I catch you watching online, how can you say that you've never seen a naked woman?"

She so wanted to show him a naked woman. She so wanted to strip off her clothes to give him a real sexual education.

"I've never seen a real woman Mom. I've never seen a naked woman in person. Other than the glimpses that I've had of you when opening your bedroom door while you were dressing or undressing and coming in the bathroom while you were taking a bath," he said shyly. "I have no idea what a naked woman looks like."

"I see," she said becoming sexually aroused by the delicately, delicious prospect of wanting to strip off her clothes to show him her naked body.

She remembered watching a pornographic video online where three Japanese mothers participated in a sexual education class with their sons and their sons' teacher. For the sake of their sexual educations, the teacher asked that the women strip themselves naked and allow their sons to touch and feel their mothers where no sons should ever touch and feel their mothers. Then, the women were allowed to undress their sons while touching their sons in the way that they touched their mothers. Lastly, purely for demonstration and educational purposes, she watched the sons having sex with their mothers. Now after her son confessed how naïve he was about sex and about the naked bodies of women, she wished she could participate in such a sexual education class with her son. She wished she they could strip naked in front of one another and explore one another's bodies with their hands and mouth in the way that those mothers and sons did on that video.

"It's one thing to see a naked woman on my computer but entirely different to experience a naked woman in real life. Having never touched a naked woman, I have no idea what a naked woman feels like in my hands," he said talking to her as if she was his sexual therapist instead of his single mother.

Even though they've always been close, never has she had such open, honest, and sexual dialogue with her son. Never has he expressed his most private thoughts with her in such a public way. Odd that it took sex for them to finally open up to one another, maybe incestuous sex is the one, big thing that they have in common.

"Touching a naked woman feels no different than touching yourself Michael," she said with a little laugh. "It's just skin, only softer and without all the hair."

"The main reason why I'd like to attend the Nude Day celebration is because I'm curious to see, to touch, and to feel a naked woman," he said with even more shyness. "Not that I'll be feeling and touching naked women at the Nude Day celebration, it's not a touchy and feely kind of Nude Day celebration, but I may get lucky," he said with a nervous laugh. "Just the thought of seeing a naked woman inspires the thought of one day touching and feeling a naked woman."

"Seriously?" She looked at him as if he was playing her, teasing her, and taunting her. She looked at her son with renewed insight as if seeing him for the first time. "You've never even seen a naked woman, never mind touched and/or felt a naked woman?" 

"Not in person, I'm embarrassed to say. All of my friends have but I haven't. I mean, I've seen naked women in magazines, in movies, and online but never up close," he said looking at her as if she was standing there naked. "And I've seen bits and pieces of you when I shouldn't," he said turning red, "but I've never touched and/or felt a naked woman."

You could see, touch, and feel me, she wanted to say. You could undress me for Nude Day, she wanted to volunteer herself. Instead, she said what every mother would say to their son.

"In the handsome way that you look, that's hard for me to believe that you've never been with a woman. I'd think that all the women, your age and older, would be after you."

* * * * *

What is it with Nude Days that they should be so indelibly marked in her brain? Remembering the moment in the way that she remembered her father undressing her and having sex with her naked body, this Nude Day with her son was another day that would be forever implanted in her memory. Trying to stop herself from uttering her thoughts, so afraid of what may happen with her son in the way that it did with her father, she couldn't believe that she was about to blurt out her sexual feelings and incestuous thoughts. She couldn't help herself from saying what she felt.

"Being that today is Nude Day Michael," she said with the words Nude Day inspiring her to strip off her clothes and stand before her son naked. "I don't know if you know this about Nude Day but Nude Day is the one day of the year that it's permissible for you to see your mother naked," she said using her father's line for her own personal benefit and pausing to look at her son before continuing.

She couldn't believe she said what she said. No better than her father saying that to his nineteen-year-old daughter, how could a mother say that to her nineteen-year-old son? As if someone else had said the words, she shocked herself as much as she shocked her son.

"Mom?" He looked at her as if he was hungry, which he always was, and she was food. "What are you saying?"

"I'm saying that if there is such a day that a son can see, feel, and touch his mother's naked body, Nude Day is that day," she said with a nervous smile. "And with today being Nude Day, today is that day, your lucky day. Happy Nude Day Michael," she said throwing up her arms as if the Red Sox had just won the World Series.

She expected him to run to her and touch and feel her everywhere while undressing her but he didn't. Even while she was saying what she said about stripping herself naked in front of her son on Nude Day, she tried to stop herself from saying what she said. In the way that she stared at her father's cock as if watching him strip was seeing a car accident, would her son want to watch his mother strip naked? In the way that she wanted to see her father's naked body, in the way that her father wanted to see her naked body, and in the way that she wanted to see her son's naked body, would her son want to see his mother's naked body too?

Would he look at her nakedness or would he look away in embarrassment? Would her son look at her with sexual excitement or with humiliation and shame? Would her son want to feel and touch his mother's naked body in the way that she wanted to feel and touch her father's naked body and now feel and touch her son's naked body? She didn't know. If there was a way to find that out, stripping herself naked in front of her son was it.

Not telling her yes or no and not knowing what he was thinking, she didn't know if he would or if he wouldn't want to see her naked. Even when she was naked, would he want to touch and feel her naked body? She was as nervous as she imagined him being sexually excited or repulsed by her offer to strip naked and have him touch and feel her. Feeling the same sexual excitement that she felt with her father that she now feels with her son, it was then that she realized that she was as incestuously twisted as was her father and, perhaps, as was her son. Without having to even remove her clothes, already feeling naked and vulnerably exposed in saying what she said, she wondered if Michael would take her up on her offer to strip naked, touch her, and feel her.

"Mom? What are you saying?"

He looked at her as if she had told him that they just won the lottery. It was then that she knew that her son was just as eager to see her naked body and to touch and feel her as she was to strip off her clothes and allow her son to touch and feel her. She looked at him staring at her.

What was she saying? Was she saying that she wanted to strip naked in front of her son while he touched and felt her naked body or was she saying that she wanted to have sex with her son? She couldn't have said what she said any clearer. Yet, even she didn't know what she wanted and expected from her son. Now that she made the offer to strip off her clothes and invited him to touch her and feel her, it was up to him to make the next move.

She tried to read his face before answering his question but her sexual excitement for her son got in the way of her reading him correctly. With her commonsense already out the window and replaced by her sexual lust for him, in the way that a man thinks with his cock, she was left with her raw sexual emotions doing all the thinking for her. As if she was dreaming this whole scenario, she felt as if she was in an incestuous fog created by some drug she took that caused eternal horniness. Inherited from her father and maybe his father before him, responsible for making up that part of her brain, her drug was her DNA. Passed down from her father to her and now from her to her son, perhaps her father had an incestuous relationship with his mother, her grandmother. Perhaps her entire family were incestuous perverts. How would she know what her relatives did behind closed doors when no one talked about incest out in the open?

"It was hard enough for me to say it the first time and even worse for me to repeat the question," she said looking at her son staring at her. "What I'm asking you is would you like to see me naked?"

Oddly enough once she said it, feeling more confident asking him the question the second time, she looked at him staring at her as if she was already standing before him naked. If only he'd say yes to her removing her clothes, her sexual fantasy come true, she couldn't wait to strip herself naked in front of her son. A long time coming, she couldn't wait for her son to see her naked. If only he'd say yes to touching her and feeling her naked body, she couldn't wait to feel his hands all over her soft skin. She couldn't wait to see the look on his face in seeing her standing there without her clothes while he touched and felt her. How decadently appropriate and forbiddingly inappropriate for his mother to be the first women he's not only seen naked but also touched and felt without her clothes.

"Seriously?" With his eyes bugging out of his head, he looked at her as if she was already naked. "Are you kidding me?"

"No, I'm serious," she said.

He looked at her as if she was teasing him before responding.

"Yeah, sure, I'd love to see you naked Mom," he said already undressing her with his eyes.

Leaping across the incestuous line instead of gingerly stepping over it, as if she hasn't said enough already but needing to reinforce what she previously said, she couldn't believe what she was about to say again.

"Once I'm naked Michael, I don't mind you touching me, feeling me, and fondling me," she said breathlessly while briefly closing her eyes and swooning at the thought of her adult son touching her, feeling her, and fondling her naked body.

"Oh Mom. Wow," he said staring wide eyed with open mouth 

Making her decision for the both of them, so long as her son was agreeable to crossing the incestuous line, she felt comfortable enough with her son to continue down this forbidden path. It had been a long time since any man had felt her breasts, squeezed her ass, and fingered her pussy and, rather than having a stranger have his wicked way with her, she'd rather that man be her son.

"It would be fun for me to see your reaction to not only seeing your first nude woman but also touching one for the first time. Obviously, the fact that I'm our mother may sexually excite you even more," she said voicing her understatement.

As if someone else had asked him the question, she felt as if she was suddenly removed from her body and was watching this interaction from afar. So brazenly bold, even though she asked the questions, she couldn't believe that she not only asked her son if he wanted to see her naked but also if he wanted to touch, feel, and fondle her naked body. Truthfully, unless the mother was fat and ugly, what son would say no to an invitation to see, touch, and feel his mother's naked body? When it comes to sex, there's something about a mother and son sexual relationship that supersedes all normalcy, commonsense, and rational thinking. Not being a psychiatrist, she didn't understand all the dynamics and inner workings of a son wanting to see his mother naked and a mother willingly wanting to have sex with her son. She suspected that even if the mother was fat and ugly, that there were few sons who wouldn't want to see, touch, and feel their naked mothers.

"Seriously?" His voice quivered with sexual excitement or nervous rejection. She couldn't tell which until he made his feelings known. "Once you're naked, I can touch you, feel you, and fondle you?"

As if she was already standing there naked, in the way that he looked at her before, he looked at her again.

"Yes," she said happy that he appeared just as sexually excited to want to see, touch, and feel her naked body as she was sexually excited to want to strip off her clothes in front of her son and have him see, touch, and feel her naked body.

"Lemme get this straight so that I don't misunderstand," he said pausing in thought as if he was already seeing his mother naked. "Because today is Nude Day, you willingly agree to strip naked and once you're naked, I may feel your tits and finger your nipples? Is that right?"

"Yes, for Nude Day, I willingly agree to strip naked. And once I'm naked, you may feel my breasts and finger my nipples. So long as you're gentle and not too rough," she said with an excited little smile while swooning with the thoughts of her son not only seeing her naked but also feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples, "I don't mind you touching me and feeling me."

As if contemplating what he was about to say, he fell silent in the way that she did when she was trying to control herself from saying what she was thinking. 

"What about your pussy?" He looked down at her pussy that was covered by her short skirt and white bikini panties beneath. "May I touch you there too?"

"Of course you may touch my pussy," she said briefly closing her eyes and giving him a motherly smile as if imagining him fingering her before licking her and fucking her. Instead of saying pussy, she wanted to say cunt, his mother's cunt but, not wanting to ruin things with premature dirty talk, she didn't dare. "Only, touching me is one thing but sexually exciting me with your touch and sexually arousing me with your finger is something else entirely," she said hoping that he would sexually arouse her with his finger.

"I don't understand Mother," he said.

Telling him that she wanted him to give her sex, she revealed too much of what she was thinking. Needing to backtrack, now she wished that she had just said nothing and allowed him to finger her pussy or not.

"Seeing me naked isn't an invitation for sex Michael," she said lying and trying to talk her way out of that before being rejected by her son. "You must respect me as your mother and be careful not to penetrate me too deeply with your finger," she said while imagining him deeply finger fucking her with his finger before licking her with his tongue. "If you get me too sexually aroused, well," she closed her eyes and swooned over his thoughts, "I may not be able to control what I'd want to do with your body."

"I see," he said. "Sex? Are you talking about sex? If I aroused you too much, you'll have sex with me? Is that it?"

"I didn't say that Michael. Sex is not on the table," she said even though it was. "This is Nude Day and not sex with your mother day. Yet, because it's Nude Day, because I'm your mother and you're my son, and because you've never seen, touched, and felt a naked woman, I'm willing to have you see me naked and touch and feel me while naked."

"You'd really allow me to see you naked Mom? I can't believe you'd really strip off your clothes and allow me to touch you and feel you."

He looked at her as if she was asking him if she could buy him a new car. Only in the way that he stared at her, no doubt, depending upon her answer, he'd choose her over the new car. With the fact that she'll be stripping herself naked soon, she looked at him in sexual excitement while he looked at her in shocked disbelief. As if about to strip naked in front of a crowd of men, she built up her courage to undress in front of her son by gulping down her modesty, pushing back her shoulders, and sticking out her chest.

"Purely for demonstration purposes, yes, as part of your sexual education," she said with a laugh while thinking of the Japanese video she watched with the three mothers and their three sons. "I'd allow you to see me naked."

"I can't believe you'd allow me to see you naked Mom," he said looking nervous as if he was about to change his mind in wanting his mother to strip off her clothes for Nude Day.

"Believe it," she said with a laugh. "I'd do anything for my son," she said while waiting for him to ask her to do more than just strip naked. "Even remove my clothes. Besides, it's only my naked body. What's the big deal? It is Nude Day after all. The day that lots of people get naked."

Yet, belaboring the point and seemingly taking too long to progress even though their sexy exchanges were only a few seconds each, she was as sexually excited as she was becoming exasperated with all of his inane questions. A big step for her to take, she wished he'd just ask her to strip off her clothes already and touch her and feel her, before she changed her mind and rescinded her offer. Unable to make the next move until he took that first step too, she couldn't wait for him to see her naked. Being that she was his mother and he was her son, accustomed to her teasing him, maybe he thought she was just teasing him. Even if it was Nude Day, maybe he didn't believe that she'd strip naked in front of him and allow him to touch and feel her naked body. 

"And once you're naked," he said pausing as if imagining her naked. "I can touch you and feel you? Right?"

"Yes, quadruple A, already asked and answered," she said smiling before sighing. Her sexual excitement overwhelmed her impatience. "I already said that you could." 

She looked at him looking at her. Wondering what he was thinking, maybe he was just as afraid to cross the incestuous line as she was. Nonetheless, after giving him the go ahead, she didn't understand his hesitation in asking her to undress. It was as if he needed all of this pillow talk first before asking her to undress for him to wrap his brain around the fact that he was about to see his mother naked.