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Mom Strips Naked for Nude Day Ch. 01

By: SusanJillParker



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Mother helps son write a more realistic, incestuous Nude Day story. 

Chapter One - The black binder filled with erotic stories

"Mom! I'm home. Where are you?"

"I'm up here in your room, Jason," said Elizabeth to her son dryly. 

Thinking it odd, Jason immediately noticed her stern tone. Normally, she's in the kitchen to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, as if she had been there waiting for him to come home to greet him. Normally, as if he was the man of the house and, no doubt, he was, she was eager to listen to how his day was, while serving him milk and cookies at the kitchen table, as if he was still her little boy. Normally, she's happy to see him. Today was different. He felt the tension in the air and in her voice. Something was wrong, but what? Then, he realized that she was in his room.

"Oh, shit. What did she find?"

An overload of thoughts went through his head. What's his mother doing in his room? With respecting one another's privacy a big issue, as much for her, as it is for him, she never goes in his room. Did he forget to close his bedroom door? No, he remembered closing it, when leaving for his college class. Did he forget to shut down his computer? No, he didn't. He remembered shutting it down. Even if he had left his computer up and running, everything is password protected anyway, he thought to himself, while putting down his books and removing his backpack. There's no way his technology phobic mother could read any of what he's written about her on his computer.

'Oh, shit!'

Maybe she found a pair of her panties and/or her bra that he used to feel, while masturbating and forgot to put back in the laundry bin.

'Oh, fuck.'

Sick with worry, knowing she found something, but what, he scaled the stairs to his room two at a time.

"Hi, Mom," said Jason with a forced smile, while standing in his doorway and looking around his room to see if anything looked disturbed.

His mother was sitting on his bed. She never sits on his bed. What's that all about? A foreboding feeling of doom took hold of him, as if being sent to the principal's office, when he was back in high school, so long ago.

"Hi, Jason," she said without standing to give him a smile or a kiss on the cheek and he was too upset with her to go to her to get one.

"What are you doing in my room?"

He tried acting calm, when he was panicking inside. He knew she had found something, he could tell by her stiff demeanor, but what? As if she was the bloody Queen of England, she was always so stiffly judgmental, but today she was his mother on steroids. Today, she invaded his privacy. Suddenly, he felt so controlled by her.

He should have known this living arrangement would never work. With all of his friends living just off campus in their own apartments, a 22-year-old grown man, he was still living at home with his mother. Only, feeling bad about leaving her, having been so close to her for so long, putting off the inevitable, he picked the local university, instead of leaving the state to go to school. He figured living at home, instead of on campus, would not only save money but also would make her feel better about him maturing into a man and no longer being her little boy. Only, what would she do, when he found a woman, got married, and left her to live his life?

He wondered what she possibly could have found. He didn't use drugs, but maybe one of his friends left a joint or a roach of marijuana behind, when last they visited. Oh, God, how embarrassing would that be, if she found evidence of him masturbating, especially at his age, a spent tissue, perhaps, or his nude photos of Jennifer Lopez, his cougar idol. Maybe, being that she was already sitting on his bed, she was going to give him the birds and bees talk. Yet, at 22-years-old, even though she still treated him, as if he was her little boy, he was no longer a horny, pimple faced teenager; he was a man.

Oh, shit, maybe she found his spy magazine, the one with the color camera circled that he was saving to buy to spy on her stripping naked to take a shower, dressing and undressing for bed in her bedroom, or hoping to catch her masturbating in bed. He chose that particular camera because the software automatically downloaded the live feed to his computer. Pretending he was sitting behind his computer doing his homework, he could watch his naked mother, instead, from any room in the house on his portable, wireless laptop. Whatever she found, he could tell by the look on her face that she found something bad. Whatever it was, he was fucked.

"Well," said Elizabeth seated on his bed with her knees pressed so tightly together, that they looked, as if they were cemented.

Yet, even with her knees so tightly pressed together, because of her preference for short skirts and because of her shapely thighs from jogging around the neighborhood, she still inadvertently and routinely gave him a sneak peek of a triangular patch her panty, just above her thighs.

"Yes? What is it, mother?" Acting as if someone in the family had died, her stiff demeanor frightened him.

Just as she was so damn beautiful, she was so damn anal. Just once, he'd love to see her relax. Just once, he'd love to see her drunk, or high, or so happy that she didn't care about all the unimportant things in life that made her so crazy. He tried to get her to meditate by buying her a book and a tape for Christmas, but she never did. A day at the spa, he bought her a massage for her birthday, but she never used that either. An attractive woman, he wished she'd find someone to make her happy and to get her off his back, but that dating service that he submitted her profile to didn't work. She had a few dates and he suspected she had sex, but the men she dated, probably players just looking for sex, never called her for a second date. For better or for worse, two peas in a pod and attached at the hip, as if they never cut the umbilical cord, they were still stuck together, as mother too attached to her son.

Knowing she was thinking about what to say, he watched her wrestle with her thoughts. In the way she smoothed down her short skirt and placed her hands in her lap, as if to purposely deny him his customary up skirt view of her panty, if he was looking, he figured she somehow knew that he was always looking to see what he can see of her. Yet, how in the Hell did she find out that he was a voyeur and she was his personal, private exhibitionist? With the use of diversions to divert her attention away from his sexual intentions and away from his incestuous stare with well placed mirrors, going out of the way with precautions to make the house a secretive voyeur's paradise, he had been so careful over the years for her not to catch him looking.

"I was putting away your clothes, when I decided to change your sheets," she said looking up at him with a horror, as if he had just told her that he was a serial killer. "I found your black binder full of disgusting, dirty stories about me tucked beneath your mattress," she said pulling out the book from behind her back and holding up his sordid book of incestuous stories with her as the starring character.

"I'm sorry, Mother," he said with his head down, as if he had just broken the window again playing baseball on the front lawn, when he was a kid.

"I must admit, because the writing was top notch, it was an interesting read," she said with smugness. 

Nonetheless, her compliment, she looked at him, as if he had just stabbed her through the heart. She looked at him with a face full of hurt, in the way she must have looked at her boyfriend, when he told her he didn't love her, after impregnating her with him 23-years ago and deserting her to raise him alone. Always so positive, she always looked for the bright side of things and the fact that she was complimenting him on his erotic writing about her, his own mother, was a bit of a stretch.

"Mom! You read my stories?" Lightheaded, he was paralyzed with fear, while nearly every dirty word he wrote about her fast forwarded through his mind in the way of a supersonic ticker tape. Sick with remorse, he couldn't move. "How could you? That's personal. That's private. That's mine."

"So wrong on so many different levels, how dare you write those dirty stories about me, Jason, your own mother!" She said holding up his black binder, as if she was a holy woman holding up the Bible to ward off the Devil in her house.

She looked at him in the way she did, when he came home from Junior High and used swears word, before she cured him of that, by washing his mouth out with soap. She hated foul language and would have nothing to do with any man, who used it, which is why, no doubt, she's alone and lonely now.

"I don't understand, Mother. We had a privacy agreement. Why were you even in my room, under the pretense of laundering my sheets, when I do my own laundry," he said watching her eyeing him, as if he was a stranger in her house. "I don't go in your room and go through your stuff," he said suddenly feeling guilty and so much like the incestuous pervert that he was, when remembering going through her panty and bra drawer to masturbate to the feel of her sexy lingerie, whenever she was out shopping.

"Is this what I pay your college tuition for you to do, to write dirty stories about me?" She waved the book at her son, as if it was a Playboy magazine she found in his bedroom fifty years ago.

"Mom, I can explain."

"Explain? How can you possibly explain that you wrote perverted stories about me, your own mother? How can you possibly defend your incestuous pornography?"

As if he had already violated her and raped her, as so often he imagined doing, actually, he did violate her by writing such trash about her. Suddenly feeling so guilty, how could he do such a thing to her? She looked at him through sad eyes that suddenly welled up with tears and her sad look pained his heart. Even more than that, as if he had betrayed her and, no doubt, he had, she looked at him with such a suffering sorrow that he wanted to throw himself at her feet and beg her forgiveness.

Only, he was torn. Even though she discovered his dirty secret by finding his erotic stories, he'd never stop writing them. He couldn't stop writing them. With his passion his writing and his mother, his sexual release that relieved his sexual frustration in not being able to have sex with his mother was writing about having sex with his mother.

"Look at the stories from my point of view. They're just stories. They're not even dirty stories, Mom, not really. They're loving family stories, about a mother's love for her son and a son's love for his mother. They're erotic literature and they're not all about you," he said in his defense. "I only used you as--"

"Not dirty stories? They're disgusting stories. They're nothing more than pornographic filth."

Only, as soon as she stopped listening to interrupt him, he knew that he had no defense. With his explanation sounding good in his head, as soon as he started verbalizing it, he realized that his justification for incestuously writing about her was as ridiculous as were his stories. Wishing he never had printed out his stories and wishing he had left them on his hard drive, he wished he lived alone. Afraid of losing all that he had written, he printed the erotic stories as a backup security measure, should his computer crash and something happen to his backups. Busted, he was so busted.

After she read all that he's written about her, what could he possibly say to appease her and to make her forgive him for using her in that disgusting way? Suddenly feeling so perverted, he was so embarrassed for his mother to know that he had written incestuous stories about her. Now, she knows that he's a pervert. Now, she knows that she can't trust him in her own house. Now, instead of walking around in her nightgown, instead of stepping out of the bathroom just wearing a towel, and instead of wearing her bikini out back by the pool, she'll always make sure that she's modestly covered. His voyeurism of his mother was officially over.

"I'm sorry, Mom."

"The stories that I read are trash, Jason. The stories that I read are so sexually explicit that I'm embarrassed that my son would write such filth about me," she said flipping through the binder. "Shocking, so very shocking. How dare you write this trash about me? How could you write such dirty things about me? It's bad enough to think of this filth, but why would you put such disgusting thoughts to paper? What's wrong with you for you to write these stories about me, your mother?" She looked at him, as if he had just slapped her. "At a loss for words, Jason, I just don't know what to say to you, other than I'm deeply hurt."

"My stories are not trash, Mom," he said trying to find a high road to take that would take him away from the low road he was walking. "They're all quality stories, albeit erotic literature, about a mother's love for her son and a son's love for his mother."

"Bullshit!" She picked up his binder and opened it. "Explain to me how Mom Catches Me Masturbating Over Her Panties is a quality story. I exploded my cum all over her panty is what you wrote," she said reading from his story. "Is that what you do, masturbate over my panties?" She looked at him with his head down and when he didn't answer, she continued.

"No, I don't masturbate over your panties, Mom," he said finally and lying.

"Here's another good family story about a mother's love for her son," she said flipping through pages. "My Drunken Mother Forces Me to Have Sex with Her," she said looking up at him, while turning page after page looking for passages to quote. "After she forced me to lick her pussy, she pulled down my pajama bottoms and impaled her mouth with my cock. Those are your words, Jason. You wrote that filth about me. Is that your sexual fantasy, me forcing you to have sex with me? Do you fantasize about licking my pussy, while I suck your cock?"

He never heard his mother use such words. As soon as she said licking her pussy, he thought about being between her thighs, while licking her pussy. As soon as she said sucking his cock, he thought about his mother on her knees sucking his cock. As if a sexual fantasy come true, as if they were having forced pillow talk, he couldn't believe he was having this impromptu sexual conversation with his mother, of all people.

"No, Mother," he said in a small voice. Finally free from the hiding and sneaking around, instead of feeling guilty for writing his incestuous stories, instead of feeling guilty that she found his stories, he felt sexually aroused that she was quoting what he wrote. As if they were having pillow talk, it was exciting to hear her read his words. "It's just a story, Mom."

"Here's a good one, Videotaping My Mother Undressing," she said looking at him with shock. "And here's another good one Watching My Mom Masturbating," she said looking around his room. "I found your Spy book, by the way, with a tiny spy cam circled. Is there a camera hidden in my room? Have you hidden a camera in the bathroom? Are you watching me, Jason, hoping to catch me naked or to see me masturbating? Must I watch for video cameras recording me stripping naked in my own house? How dare you write this vile, disgusting crap about me, Jason, my own son. I no longer know who you are. You make me feel so violated and so dirty."

When she merely mentioned stripping naked, he imagined watching her undressing. He imagined her in bed with her eyes closed, her knees up, and her fingers buried deep in her pussy. He'd give anything for his mother to give him a free show of her hot, nude body.

"There's no video cameras watching you, Mom," he said now glad that he didn't order the video camera.

Now that she knows, he'd be so embarrassed had she found a camera in the bathroom and in her bedroom. Glad that he hadn't, it was then that he realized how he would have violated his mother by spying on her. Still, the thought of seeing her strip herself naked aroused him.

"Here's another good one, Helping My Mother Take a Bath," she said looking up at him. "Is that what you'd like to do, Jason, strip me naked, while touching me and feeling me everywhere, on the pretense of helping me to take a bath?"

"It's just a story, Mom," he said suddenly imagining stripping her naked, while touching and feeling her everywhere, on the pretense of helping her to bath.

"And what about this one, Taking my Mom to my Prom and to my Bed. Have you seriously imagined us having intercourse? So wrong on so many different levels, how could you, Jason. I'm your mother."

"It's all just fiction, Mom," he said suddenly thinking about lying in between his mother's legs, while making love to her, before fucking her, really fucking her, and slamming his big, hard cock inside of her warm, wet pussy.

"And what about Mom Gives Me a Birthday Blowjob?" She turned the page and started reading aloud. "She sucked my cock, while stroking me. I couldn't believe my Mom was giving me a blowjob and what a blowjob it was, the best blowjob I ever had. I told her that I was about to cum, but she didn't care. She told me that she swallows and she said it was okay if I cummed in her mouth, so I did and she swallowed all my cum," read Elizabeth from her son's story. "How are any of these good family stories about a mother's love for her son? They are all nothing but vile pornography."

"I really wasn't thinking of you giving me a blowjob, Mom," he said lying.

He couldn't count the number of times that he masturbated over the imagined image of his mother on her knees with his cock buried in her pretty mouth, while she looked up at him with her big, green eyes. Just as he was thinking about her sucking his cock then, he was thinking about her sucking his cock now. Hearing her read what he wrote and hearing her utter words that he never heard cross her lips was arousing. He couldn't wait to write another incestuous story of this scenario and of her finding his black binder filled with incestuous stories about her.

"Can it, Jason. For you to write that story, you had to imagine me blowing you and cumming in my mouth," she said staring up at him, before looking down at the book again. "And what about this new one, the only story not finished," she said holding up the open page of the story, before tossing the book to him. "This one is a real quality story, Mom Strips Naked for Nude Day," she said looking up at him with sarcasms. "How dare you? To think that I'd ever strip naked for you, my own son, will never happen in your my lifetime. What's wrong with you? How could you turn out to be such a sexually deranged monster. I'm appalled. I'm disgusted. I'm ill."

He wished his mother would embrace the nude holiday and strip naked. Throwing all of her sexual inhibitions aside, he wished they could celebrate the holiday together. Just once, he'd love to see his mother naked. He could only imagine the better story he'd write, if only he had his mother's naked body as his inspiration.

"I'm sorry, Mom, really I am but they're just stories," said Jason in his quiet voice and with his head down and his eyes cast to the floor in the way that he did, when he broke her vase, crashed her car, and after she discovered the beer party he had, when she went to see her mother over the long weekend. Mortified and sick to his stomach that she knew his secret, he picked up his book and tossed it on his bed beside her. "The stories are just part of my creative writing classes. It's all just fiction," he said looking up at her with a face full of shameful guilt.

What else could he say? There was nothing he could say to change her opinion of him and of his stories? As if he had sexually violated his mother by writing such explicit and graphic sexual content about her, there was no apology big enough for him to utter and for her to accept. Now that he was of legal age and with no place else to go, he feared her throwing him out of the house.


Mom Strips Naked for Nude Day Ch. 10



Chapter 10 - So What Are You Asking Me To Do? 

"I don't really know, Mother," he said knowing that they both knew precisely what he was asking her to do and, no doubt, what she was thinking about doing.

They looked at one another without speaking. An uncomfortable moment of silence, he knew this was the time that he could either turn her completely off or convince her to strip off her clothes.

"Are you asking me to strip naked?" She looked at him looking down at the floor. When he didn't answer, no doubt, couldn't answer her blunt question, she asked him again. "Are you asking to see me without my clothes? Are you asking me to see me naked, Jason, so that you can write your story?"

There it was. She asked him, when he couldn't ask her. All he had to do was to say yes. All he had to do was to look up at her looking at him and nod his head. Yet, afraid that if he just blurted yes to her questions, she'd say no. He needed to think. He needed to act more needy and more uncomfortably embarrassed. He needed her to believe that she was in control and that she was the one wanting to strip naked and not the other way around.

"You read all of my erotic stories, Mother," he said looking up at her and making eye contact. "You now understand that my stories are just stories, even though my stories are incestuous in nature and about you. You're privy to all of my sexual secrets of masturbation over the thoughts of having sex with you and even though I masturbate over you having sex with me, mother, my masturbation has more to do with my hormones than with my story," he said looking at her looking at him.

"I know that," she said. "I was your age, once," she said with the warmth of a motherly smile.

"With me just writing stories about you before," he said gulping down his sexual excitement, as if drinking his last sip of beer, before summoning the courage to ask a woman to dance, "now I'm asking you to strip naked," he said. And with you thinking about having sex with me, where does it end, he wanted to add, but didn't. "All of this has escalated so unexpectedly fast that I'm not sure what I'm asking of you, Mother, other than to see you naked. No doubt, the sexy, nude sight of you will help me write a better story."

"Don't fret, Jason," said Elizabeth moving her hand from his mid thigh to his upper thigh, only a few mere inches away from his bulge, to pat him with her sympathy.

With both of them on the same page, with her knowing her son so well, no doubt, she knew what he was thinking and what he was thinking was the what she was thinking, too.

"I'm sorry, Mom, if I gave you the wrong impression, but--"

He so wanted to move her hand to his bulge, but didn't dare. Just once, he'd love to feel his mother's hand on his cock through his pants, as much as he'd love to feel her breasts through her blouse and bra. Not wanting to ruin things by forcing himself on his mother too soon, happy that she's already come such a long way already, he was content to gently and gradually nudge her along with the Devil down the road of incest.

"No apology necessary. It was all my fault," she said biting her lip again. "Forgive me for presuming your intention, that you wanted me to get naked for sex, but are you asking to see me naked, just for the sake of your artistic endeavors or do you have a different and incestuous agenda in mind?" She looked at him looking at her. "I already told you, Jason, incest is a line that I just can't cross. I don't want to go there..." she said stopping.

He looked at her with curiosity. Was she going to say, I don't want to go there again? Was he right in suspecting that her father was her lover and that his grandfather was his father, too? Fucked up. That's so fucked up. No wonder why he's so fucked up, too. Driven to do it by genetic coding, no wonder why he writes these stories of incest about his mother. No wonder why he's already been able to get his mother to consider stripping off her clothes. No wonder why he sensed that she had thoughts about having sex with him. Now or never, he took a big breath and a long step off the cliff that he'd surely fall in his embarrassment, should she shocked him by saying no.

"Yes, mother, I'm asking you to strip naked for the artistic sake to help me write a better Nude Day story," said Jason now believing that his impromptu plan was working and his mother was thinking about stripping naked. Wanting her to undress, needing to see her naked, he wanted to assure her that she'd be safe with him. "No, I don't have a different and incestuous agenda in mind," he said lying. "I'd just like to see you without your clothes."

For a fleeting second, a flash of disappointment crossed his mother's face. He saw it and he couldn't believe he saw it. Such a brief glimmer of shocked disappointment, obviously, she was the one disappointed that, once she was naked, he wouldn't make a move on her. Only, instead, once she was naked, that is, if she'd ever agree to strip naked, for his perfect, perverse, incestuous plan to work, she had to make the first sexual move on him.

She had to be the one to want sex from him and not the other way around. She had to be the one to entice him. She had to be the aggressor. No doubt, while he was thinking about seeing her naked, obviously, she was thinking about him not only seeing her naked but also giving her sex. He had her where he wanted her to be now. Definitely, at the very least, she'd be stripping off her clothes for him. And then, she said exactly what he was thinking, presuming, and hoping she'd say. 

"In anticipation of Nude Day," she said putting her hands on her knees and leaning forward, "if I stripped off my clothes in front of you and I'm not saying that I will, but if I did get naked, would seeing me nude enable you to write your Nude Day story and, perhaps, win some prize money?"

He could feel his cock harden with the imagined excitement of seeing his Mom without her clothes. As if watching a fast forwarding, pornographic movie flash through his mind, he imagined seeing her C cup breasts, her areolas, and her nipples. He wondered if she was bushy, shaved, or trimmed. He couldn't wait to see her ass. She has such a perfect ass and he's lusted over feeling her naked ass for as long as he could remember.

He needed to backpedal. He needed to show his mother than he's not the deranged pervert that she still believes he is. He needs to continue to insure her that what he writes are just erotic stories and not sexual fantasies of her with him sweating naked in bed. He needs to continue his innocence, so that she'll play out her fantasy of being the cougar.

"Actually, Mom, I wouldn't want you to do anything that you're not comfortable doing, but seeing you naked would, no doubt, help me flush out my story and allow me to write a more realistic one," he said pausing to carefully word what he was to say next. "Yet, I truly understand the ramifications of incest and I realize that incest is a line we should never cross. Only, I'm not sure if me seeing you naked is technically crossing the line, Mother, especially if seeing you naked is purely for artistic sake and to encourage my artistic endeavors," he said laying it on thick with broad strokes, before climbing aboard his soapbox.

"Much in the way of a nude photographic art exhibit, you do make a valid point, Jason," she said curling her hair again with her fingers.

Never has he ever seen his mother play with her hair as much. Never has he ever seen his mother so reticent and nervous. He wondered if he mistook her reticence and nervousness for sexual arousal. He wondered if his mother was sexually aroused. He wondered if her cunt was wet with the thoughts of him touching her, feeling her, fingering her, licking her, and seeing her naked, in the way that his cock was hard by all of those incestuous thoughts and more. His mother's cunt. Just the thought of his mother's cunt made him crazy with incestuous desire for her. His mother's cunt. If she agreed to strip naked, he'd be seeing his mother's cunt.

"Yet, because of the openness of society today, the incestuous line is blurred, especially when we mix art in the discussion of it," he said continuing in his verbal bullshit. "Truly, I don't expect you to pose naked before me, just so that I can see you naked. There's a much larger picture than that. Perhaps, however, you'll agree to pose naked for me to continue with my art of writing and for me to write an award winning Nude Day erotic story about you," said Jason. 

Oh, brother. Even he was embarrassed by all that he said. Yet, if she was a willing victim, surely with the cloak of artistic expression draped across her shoulders and down her big, naked breasts, with nothing else to hide her nakedness from his horny eyes, perhaps, she'd agree to remove her clothes and show him her naked body. Willing to say anything at this point, just to see his mother naked, feeding his mother a crock of shit about incest and art, even he was so smoothly believable that, in the name of art, he wanted to remove his clothes.

He looked at her watching her for any sign of submission. Did she buy all of that? With her body language the only clue he had to what she was thinking, he watched her intently. She touched her hair and moved it away from her face. Her touching her hair was a good sign. A win/win for him, she wouldn't even have to believe all what he had just said, if she was just as interested enough in stripping naked in front of him, as he was interested in watching her strip naked.

"All that you said is very convincing true, Jason," she said beaming him a wide smile. "I'm now wondering, if I should have sent you to law school, instead of enrolled you in this creative writing program." She looked at him with a renewed insight. "I'm not such a prude that I'd be embarrassed for you to see my naked body, Jason," she said wrapping her hair around her manicured fingers again, while making full eye contact with him and wetting her full, red lips with her tongue. "After changing your diapers and giving you baths, I've seen you naked too many times to remember," she said with a twinkle in her eye, while nibbling on her lip again.

"So, what are you saying, Mother?"

As if he was a contestant on the Price Is Right and the model was just about to pull back the curtain, as if he was a contestant on Let's Make a Deal and picked door number 2 instead of door number 1 or door number 3, a drum roll played through his thoughts.

"Well, I guess what I'm saying is and I can't believe that I'm saying this but, if having me strip off my clothes and if seeing me naked will help you with your education and your artistic expression, by enabling you to write a better Nude Day story, I suppose that will be okay. So long as we keep our naked adventure professional, a secret to ourselves, and promise not to tell anyone, not a soul, I mean that, Jason," she said pointing a finger of warning at him.

"Of course, Mother, I promise not to tell anyone," said Jason, raising his right hand, as if he was swearing on the Bible, before giving her a hug, while still not believing that his mother just agreed to strip naked in front of him.

"I'd be so very embarrassed, mortified, if anyone knew that I undressed and posed naked in front of my son, so that you could write a dirty, Nude Day story about me," she said with a sick laugh. "It's one thing for a horny son to want to see his mother naked, but quite another for a mother to voluntarily show her naked body to her son. I could never face my friends and relatives again," she said, as if talking to herself, "with the realization of them knowing that I voluntarily and willingly stripped off my clothes in front of you. Oh, my God, I'd be so humiliated."

"I'm shocked, Mother, that you'd think I'd violate your trust by telling anyone that you posed naked for me. Just as I wouldn't tell a soul," said Jason, that is, while thinking, except for his cyber blogging friends, "I never expected you to agree to strip off your clothes, just so that I could write an incestuous story about you stripping naked for Nude Day. Thank you, Mother, for helping me with my art and with my education," he said with controlled sexual excitement.

"Oh, can the crap, Jason. I've already agreed to strip naked," she said with a little, nervous laugh. "I never thought I'd ever agree to strip naked in front of you. Only, being that you can only write what you know, I really don't see how you can possibly write such a realistic Nude Day story about me stripping naked for Nude Day, if you haven't seen me naked. It just doesn't make any sense how you could possibly write about my breasts, my ass, of my pussy, if you've never seen my breasts, my ass, and my pussy," she said making eye contact with him again, while still twirling her hair around her fingers.

He couldn't believe his mother just said the words, breasts, ass, and pussy. He couldn't believe she said those words twice in the same sentence. With each word that she uttered, he had an image of her big breasts, her round ass, and her dark brown pussy. Soon to find out, soon to see for himself, now, he wondered again, about what her areolas, nipples, and her round ass looked like. He wondered, again, if she was bald, trimmed, or bushy.

As if he had just won the lottery, he couldn't believe that he somehow persuaded his Mom, of all people, a real holly roller to strip naked in front o him. Maybe his mother is right. Maybe he should have attended law school and become a lawyer, instead of declaring himself as an English major and taking literature and creative writing to become a writer.

Only, now that he thought more about it, while hoping that she was, maybe she was the one using him. With all the accidental up skirts and down blouses she gave him over the years, with her parading around out back by the pool in her barely there bikini, maybe she wanted to strip naked all along but wanted it to be his idea in the way that he needed her stripping to be her idea. Maybe she wants him to see her naked, as much as she wants him to see her naked. No matter who's idea it was, whether it was her idea or his idea, he was about to see his mother naked, naked, naked, naked.

"Precisely my point, Mother, precisely my point," he said nodding his head in agreement, excited that she agreed to get naked in front of him. "Thank you again for indulging me, Mother."

"Only, and I'm sorry that I must say this to you, but I just want to make it clear that we stop there."

He was right. Just as he's had thoughts about having sex with her for years, like mother like son, she had sex on the brain, too. Playing her game now but with her showing her hand to lure him in, obviously, she wanted to fill his brain with having sex with her. By all that she said, by all that she eluded to, his intent was to see her naked and, no doubt, her intent was to have sex with him.

"Pardon? I don't know what you mean, Mother," he said playing dumb.

"What I mean and must so bluntly say is that I remove my clothes, you see me naked, I get dressed, and you write your story. Okay? They'll be no touching my ass and feeling my breasts," she said, while looking, as if she was swooning over the mere thoughts of her son touching her ass and feeling her breasts.

"Yes, Mother, of course. Just as a painter and sculptor is respectful of his models, I'd be respectful of you. What else were you thinking I'd do, Mother? Rape you?"

With her face flushed and her mouth falling open, she looked as if she'd pass out with the mere mention of the word rape. Maybe she wanted him to rape her, force himself upon her, and, obviously give her some fantasy sex.

"Sex," she said looking at him, as if just the mere mention of the word excited her. "We can't have sex," she said pointing a finger at him, in the way that a politician lies about promising not to vote for new taxes. "Even if your next story is about me having sex with you with me on my knees blowing you," she paused to allow the image of her on her knees, while sucking his cock, to simmer. As if the image of her blowing her son interrupted her train of thoughts, as if she was somewhere else, she finally continued. "Don't you dare think that, in the name of your art, artistic endeavors, and artistic expression, that I'll dare have sex with you and/or blow you. Do you understand me? I'd never suck your cock, Jason."

Already on pillow talk overload, his mother was on sexual steroids. Ass, tits, pussy, blowjobs, and sucking cock, his mother said all those words that he only imagined her saying in his sexual fantasies and that he only wrote in his incestuous stories about her. Damn, she's such a sexy bitch, when she's talking dirty.

"Yes, Mother, of course, I understand," he said suddenly filled with the image of his mother on her knees, with his hard, hairy cock cumming in her mouth, while she's looking up at him with her big, green eyes.

"Good. I'm glad that I made myself clear. I'm just getting naked and that's it," she said, this time with a flash of sexual excitement running across her eyes that confessed otherwise.

He imagined her stroking him to make him finish cumming in her mouth, but pulling him out prematurely, he imagined himself shooting a second load of cum all over her face, in her hair, and across her naked breasts. With his cum everywhere, he imagined his mother covered in his cum, while lying naked on the living room floor.

"I'd never ask you to blow me or to suck my cock," he said saying the words with sexual excitement, while hoping that he wouldn't have to ask her. Now that he got her to agree to pose naked, he hoped she'd agree to voluntarily blow him, too.

"I can't believe I'm going to strip naked in front of my son for the sake of his artistic endeavor and artistic expression," she said, as if she was absent mindedly talking to herself and as if she reminding herself to do the laundry or to make dinner.

Both son and mother fell silent again, until Jason looked at his mother with renewed lust. So long as he promised not to tell anyone that she posed naked for him, he still couldn't believe that she just agreed to strip naked for him. Now, instead of her just stripping naked, showing him her body, and getting dressed, he thought about having sex with her. He thought about her giving him unbelievable sex. She just willingly agreed to show him her nude body, while saying that she wouldn't blow him. For her to voluntarily state that she wouldn't blow him, obviously, sucking his cock was on her mind.

With just a few well place compliments, a bit of cajoling, and a believable scenario, he couldn't believe getting his mother to agree to undress in front of him was this easy. Moreover, for her to be the one bringing up sex, no doubt, she was the one thinking about having sex with him. Now he wished he had left out his book of erotic, incestuous stories about her months earlier for her to find. Once she was naked, once she was with him without her clothes, he figured it would be so easy to convince her to have sex with him and to blow him.

To be continued...



Mom Strips Naked for Nude Day Ch. 11



Chapter 11 - Agreeing to Strip Naked


"So, how do we go about me striping naked for you?"

She looked at him and he couldn't tell if she was nervous or excited. Always so hard to read, in the way of a sexual Dexter, instead of a murderous one, she was a magician at hiding her feelings from him. Her lack of emotions made him wonder, if she had been sexually abused by her father. Always so unemotional, even when, especially when, she found his collection of incestuous short stories about her, he wondered if her real feelings about anything had been severed so long ago.

Only, not wanting to ruin seeing her naked by upsetting her in bringing up her past, not wanting to run the risk of her changing her mind of not stripping off her clothes, he didn't dare ask her about her father. Maybe, once she was naked, maybe, after they had sex, if that was ever to happen, when lying in bed sharing the afterglow of mutual orgasms, he'd ask if her father is his father, too, but not now. He didn't want to ruin his excitement of seeing his mother naked.

When she agreed to remove her clothes in front of him and parade around him naked, he wondered how she could still have her look of innocence on her face. About to turn her into an incestuous slut, someone who lived in a trailer in a trailer park, instead of a nice house in suburbia, she was still his mother. Even though he had talked her into stripping naked, the fact that he was her son, this prelude to incest not only soured his stomach but also hardened his cock.

He looked at her with excited nervousness, as if he was asking her, when he could open his Christmas gifts. By all measures, unwrapping his mother of her clothes, her naked body just may be the best gift that she's ever given him. As excited over the arrival of Santa Claus, he was even more excited by the anticipation of his mother showing him her tits, her ass, and her pussy. Still, it bothered him that his mother was no longer as troubled over getting naked, as he was still excited about seeing her naked.

Being that it was so easy, too easy, to get her to agree to strip off her clothes, he couldn't help himself from being suspicious. Was this whole thing a ruse? Maybe she knew he wrote erotic, incestuous stories about her. Maybe she knew how to access his computer and read his stories. Maybe she knew he hid his book of stories beneath his mattress. Whatever the game, her or his, the fact that he was finally going to see his mother naked was all that matter to him now.

"Well, in the same way they do a nude scene in the movies in Hollywood, I imagine," she said. "We begin with flowers, soft lighting, candles perhaps, soothingly relaxing, romantic music, and lots of wine," she said with a laugh. "Especially the wine. We can't forget the wine," she said laughing again.

"Being that you're my movie star, I'd rather see you in bright lights," he said imagining seeing the sexual splendor of every little detail of his mother's naked body in revealing bright lighting.

"Sorry, but it's enough that I agreed to strip naked and it's enough that I'd have to be drunk for you to see me naked," she looked at him and smiled. "I couldn't get drunk enough for you to see my naked body in bright lights. Candlelight is the best that I can do for you, Jason," she said with a sexy laugh. "At 39-years-old, I don't have the body that I used to have. I have a lot of flaws," she said looking down at herself with a laugh.

"Oh, Mother, don't be so modest. You have a beautiful body," he said wanting to run to her, hold her, kiss her, and caress her.

"Only, now that I think more about stripping naked, I do have one condition," she said putting a fingertip to her lips with a sly look.

"You name it, Mom. Anything," said Jason. So excited that his mother just agreed to strip naked and show him her naked body, he'd willingly agree to any condition she had from doing his own laundry to cleaning the whole house. "I'm at your disposal. Your whim is my pleasure. As you servant, your desire is my--"

"Don't be so cocky, Jason. I haven't told you my condition, yet."

"Okay, I'm listening. What is it?"

As if they were about to embark on a date, Jason figured she wanted him to treat her to Chinese food, or to a movie first. He tried thinking of all the new movie releases, while wondering they should go see. Perhaps, instead of Chinese food and a movie or in addition to Chinese food and a movie, she wants him to pay for the alcohol that she needed to remove her clothes. No matter what it was, whatever it was, he didn't care what the condition was, so long as he saw his MILF of a mother naked. Naked, naked, naked, he couldn't believe he was going to see his mother naked. Naked, naked, naked, he couldn't wait to see his mother naked.

"If I'm going through the embarrassment of posing naked for my son to write his Nude Day story, in the honor of Nude Day, as my condition to strip naked in front of you," she said looking at him with a victorious, little smile. "You must strip naked in front of me, too," she said laughing.

"Mother!"

It would be one thing to see his mother naked and quite another for his mother to see him naked, too. Something that he could agree to, he couldn't believe that was her one and only condition.

"It would be less embarrassing for me, if both of us were naked," she said glancing down at the bulge his cock made in his jeans.

"Oh, my God."

Not even having the time to wrap his brain around his mother stripping naked, he was on incestuous overload with the thoughts of stripping off his clothes and showing his mother his cock. Cunt for cock. It only seemed fair. If he'd get to see his mother without her clothes, then she should see him naked, too.

"There's a logical reason to my voyeurism of your nude body," she said. "Later, should you decide to break your promise and tell someone about me stripping naked for you and embarrassing me, as my way to embarrass you, I'll tell someone, your future girlfriend, future wife, and/or future mother, perhaps, that you stripped naked for me, too." She looked at him, as if waiting for him to respond. "Think of my condition as my way to guarantee your discretion, my reputation, and my honor."

He liked that his mother was using her reputation and honor as her ploy to see him naked. Even though he'd be sexually excited, an understatement, even though he'd, no doubt, have an erection, he was more than happy, another understatement, to meet her one condition. She could have asked him for anything and he would have obliged and met her demand, just to see her naked body.

"Oh, my God, Mother, I never figured you for extortion, but I like it," he said with a laugh. "Having me strip naked, too, is quite a condition but one that gives me a bit of insight in what I'm asking you to do. Just as you'll be embarrassed stripping naked for me, I'll be embarrassed being naked in front of you, too," he said, while thinking just the opposite and how excited he'd be to strip naked in front of his mother. "It's only fair that if I'm seeing you naked that you see me naked, too." As if she was already sitting there naked, he looked at her and smiled. "Okay, so long as we're both respectful of one another's naked bodies, I agree to your condition."

"Good," she said leaning forward with her hands on her knees. "My nude posing has suddenly turned into a Nude Day naked celebration. If my girlfriends only knew that I was about to get naked in front of my son, they'd think that I was the insane one," she said with a laugh. "Then, again, some of my friends may be envious of me," she said with another laugh. "Not everyone is as morally modest, as I am, when it comes to nudity, especially nudity in front of their sons. A few of my friends have spoken openly that having sex with their sons is their sexual fantasies."

"Really," said Jason. "Which of your friends fantasizes about having sex with their sons?" He ran the list of the faces of her friends through his horny mind.

"Never mind that. Knowing you, you'd be knocking on their door on the pretense of writing an erotic story and wanting to interview them," she said with a laugh.

Filled with incestuous excitement, thinking about all that just happened, Jason fell silent, while looking at his mother and imagining her nude. Forget about him writing his Mom Strips Naked for Nude Day story, too excited over the prospect of seeing his mother naked and of her seeing him naked, he couldn't even think about writing a Nude Day story now. Instead, he thought of her friends lusting over their sons. Just as he wondered, if she lusted over him, in the way that their friends lusted over their sons, he wondered, if his mother lusted over him, in the way that he lusted over her. 

His sexual fantasy come true, his mother just agreed to strip naked. His mother just agree to allow him to see her naked, beautiful body. He still couldn't believe it. Moreover, as her one condition for her to strip naked, she wants him to strip naked in front of her, too.

Honestly, if he had made the condition himself, her asking him to strip naked couldn't be a better condition to make. He couldn't wait to show her his cock. He couldn't wait to show her his erection. He wondered, when she was naked, if she'd allow him to touch her. He wondered, when he was naked, if she'd reach out and touch him. Naked, naked, naked, he couldn't believe that they were both going to be naked soon.

"Only, I'll need some wine, lots of wine, too, Mom, and don't be surprised if I have an erection, when I strip off my clothes, after you strip off your clothes," he said with a nervous laugh, while blushing.

"With your excitement of me seeing you naked, I'd be disappointed, if you didn't have an erection, when seeing me naked," she said with a dirty laugh.

To be continued...



Mom Strips Naked for Nude Day Ch. 12



Chapter 12 - Preparing to Strip Naked

The next day, acting as if they were two, underage teenagers buying liquor for the first time, Jason and his mother hit the wine store and roamed the aisles, while giggling like children in a toy story. 

"How much wine should we buy, Mom?" Jason read the back of the bottles for the amount of alcohol contained in each. Knowing his mother wasn't much of a drinker, he figured to find the wine with the most alcohol. With table wines ranging from a low of 8% to a high of 14%, he zeroed in on wines that contained 13.5% alcohol.

"Two bottles of wine should be plenty to make us both tipsy enough that we won't be too embarrassed to remember what we said and/or did," she said talking low enough, so that no one else would overhear their incestuous plans. "Any more than that and we'll be sick, instead of drunk. Wine gives me a terrible hangover and makes me terribly ill. I don't want to risk my clean carpets for the sake of my modesty," she said with a laugh, while giving him a sexy look.

To remember what we said and/or did? Why would she say that? What was she expecting or hoping to happen? Is she expecting to say and/or do more than he thought she would, when just stripping off their clothes? Is she expecting him to say and/or do more than he thought he would, when just stripping off his clothes? If only by his mother's comments, he was sexually excited. Then, when factoring in that he was going to see his mother naked and she was going to see him naked, he was totally aroused.

"I agree," said Jason. "The last time I got drunk on wine, I barfed. Inherited from you, no doubt, I have a low tolerance for alcohol. It only takes me two glasses of wine to get me drunk," he said lying, while figuring he'd blame his imagined, lewd, horny behavior on drunkenness should he inappropriately touch, grope, and feel his mother's nude body, once she was nude and tipsy herself. 

He imagined grabbing her hand and putting it on his erect cock, while moving her hand back and forth to stroke him. He imagined his mother passed out drunk on the couch and putting his cock by her lips to see, if she'd take him in her mouth and suck him. He imagined touching and feeling her everywhere, while exploring every inch of her naked body with his fingers, mouth, and cock. He imagined acting drunk and unconscious, while allowing his mother to explore every inch of his naked body with her fingers, mouth, and pussy.

Suddenly, he was excited by the thought of not only seeing his mother's tits but also feeling his mother's tits, while fingering her nipples. Even though he knew she'd never allow him to feel her breasts and finger her nipples, just the thought of feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples excited him. Then, again, he never thought she'd agree to strip naked either and she did. Suddenly, as part of the naked, Nude Day agreement he made with her, he was excited by the thought of exposing his cock to his mother. He wondered, if she allowed him to touch and feel her, if she'd reciprocate by touching and feeling him, too.

Yet, then again, getting mixed signals from her, with her talking about sex and him only talking about her getting naked, he wondered, if he was opening up Pandora's box by hoping they'd have sex. Even though having mother and son sex was every young man's fantasy, especially if he had a hot mother, as was Elizabeth, he wondered how he'd really feel, if he was in a sexual relationship with her? Having sex with his mother could be the best thing he ever did or the worst thing he ever did. He wouldn't know, until, if ever, it happened.

That evening with all the shades drawn, soft music playing in the background, and candles lighting the mood throughout the living room, Jason looked at his mother in the way that he always looked at his mother, with repressed lust, possibly, for the last time. Done imagining her naked, he was, finally, going to see his mother naked. Finally he was going to see her tits, her pussy, and her ass. Finally, as he always wanted to show her, he was going to show her his cock.

After they arrived home from the wine store horny and sexually frustrated, not even having the time to masturbate over all that she said, all that he imagined seeing of her, and what was about to happen, suddenly, she was ready to strip off her clothes. This is it. He put the wine on the coffee table in the living room and she took her seat on the couch. He looked at his mother for one last time to see her fully dressed, before she willingly stripped nude. She's ready and eager to strip naked. He couldn't believe it. Surprised by her gameness to get naked, he never thought she'd be so eagerly aggressive. Even though she willingly agreed to pose naked for him, he figured he'd have to persuade her to strip, after she had a few glasses of wine first.

"Well, how do you want me?" She looked at him with unblinking eyes, as if she was his real live model for him to direct or his blowup doll for him to sexually abuse.

A loaded question that filled his mind of her in all sorts of sexual positions, she looked at him with innocent eyes and with expectant, raised eyebrows, as if asking him what color to paint the living room. Instead of twirling her hair with her finger, she was twirling the fringe on the sofa pillow. He couldn't help but imagine what famed psychiatrist Sigmund Freud would think of his mother's twirling behavior, whenever she discussed the topic of sex with him, specifically incestuous sex. 

Twirling, twirling, and twirling, he watched her mindlessly twirl the pillow fringe in the way that he imagined her twirling his pubic hair with her finger, just before taking his cock in her mouth. Twirling, twirling, and twirling, he imagined twirling her pubic hair, while licking her pussy, before reaching up to feel her big tits and finger her hard nipples. Twirling, twirling, and twirling, he couldn't wait to fuck his mother from the front, the side, and the back.

Just from the sexual anticipation that she'd be without her clothes soon, he was filled with increased incestuous lust and sexual desire for his mother. Now that he was going to see her naked and she was going to see him naked, he wanted to answer her question of exactly how he wanted her by telling her in great detail. Get in bed with me naked and make motherly love to me, while talking dirty to me, he imagined saying. Get on the floor and on your back with her legs spread wide open, he thought of saying. Get on your knees in front of me and suck my cock, he wanted to say that to her, too, but afraid of ruining her getting naked, he didn't say what he was thinking and so wanted to say.

Still, he wanted to say, I want you in bed naked with me naked beside you, on top of you or underneath you. I want you bent over the kitchen counter with my cock buried in your pussy and my horny hands cupping and feeling your big tits. I want you in the shower up against the shower wall and with your legs wrapped tightly around my waist, while my cock is buried deep in your pussy. I want you out in the garden, so that everyone can see me fucking my mother. I want you on your knees and sucking my cock in front of all my friends and all your friends. Only and again, he didn't say any of those things. Instead, acting as if he was a psychiatrist and she was his patient, wanting and needing her to take the lead, wanting her to tell him what it was she wanted and how she wanted him, he played dumb.

"What do you mean, Mom?" 

She was so sexual. She was so sexy. She was so pretty. Even though he saw pictures of her, when she was younger, just as he couldn't image how beautiful she must have been before, when she was his age, he couldn't imagine her without her clothes. In the way she must have driven men crazy, it was no wonder why she was pregnant with him at 17-years-old. The reason, no doubt, why she's so determined for him to get a college education, even agreeing to strip naked to help him write his story, it's a shame that she dropped out of high school in her senior year. Sadly, every girl's dream, she didn't even make it to her Prom, never mind having that big, expensive, dream of a wedding.

Trying to get in her head to understand what she was thinking, he wondered if she was looking at tonight's activities, as something she'd do after the Prom that she didn't attend. He wondered if she was looking at him, as if he was her Prom date. He wish he had known her then. Only, if he knew her then, when she was his age, never having been born and not being her son, he wouldn't be standing here now waiting for her to strip off her clothes and ready to see her naked. Always a reason for everything, even when not knowing what that reason was, until later, standing at the precipice, the point of no return, there was a reason, no doubt, why mother and son were about to embrace incest and cross the incestuous line.

"What I meant by, how do you want me, would you rather I make a grand entrance by entering the room naked, as if your old mother suddenly embraced nudism?" She waved her arms and danced on her toes, as if she was a prima ballerina, while pretending to be naked.

"No, I don't think that would work, Mother," he said becoming even more sexually excited, when imagining his mother making a grand, albeit naked entrance by walking in the living room naked.

"What if I wore my sexy, blue, silk bathrobe with nothing underneath and spent the evening teasing you, by flashing you my tits and pussy, before finally getting drunk enough to remove my robe?"

Now he wondered if she had teased him before by flashing him up skirts and down blouses. All those times he saw his mother's panties, bra, pussy, cleavage, and tits, all those times that he masturbated over all that he saw, he felt so perversely guilty afterwards. Now, he wondered if his mother had purposely flashed him for her to masturbate later, over all that she showed him and all that he saw of her. Like mother, like son, wouldn't that be a riot, if his mother just as perversely perverted as he was?

"No, that won't work either, Mother," he said. "Other than just seeing you naked, I need something more than that to inspire me to finish my story."

"I'm not going to give you sex, Jason, if that's what you're thinking in needing something more, as inspiration to finish your story," she said giving him a look that confessed him otherwise.

As if waiting and expecting him to ask her to give him sex, she looked at him with a face full of excitement? Was she waiting and expecting him to take her in his arms and kiss her, while touching and feeling her everywhere? Did she want him to make the first move, so that she could blame him for all that was about to happen.

"I wasn't inferring that I needed you to give me sex for you to finish my story, Mother. I only meant that I needed more realism than having you just walk in the room and strip naked," he said looking at her, as if she was sitting there naked.

"Oh, I know. How about this idea?" She put a manicured figure to her lips, before giving him a sexy look. "What if I entered the room fully dressed and," she looked at him and smiled, "I had you slowly remove my clothes?" Swooning over what she just said, she talked excitedly enough that he knew that fully dressed is how she preferred entering the room and stripping her naked was his choice, too. "We can pretend we're on a hot date and you're hot and horny to see me naked."

Either his mother was getting caught up in the idea of stripping naked for him or she was just teasing him. Maybe she was just reading his mind. He couldn't tell which. It's been years, since he's seen his mother this animated, not since she signed up for that online dating site and started meeting and having sex with men. With that thought in mind, he couldn't help but wonder if she perceived him as one of her suitors. Maybe she was thinking about having sex with him, after all. Maybe, trusting him enough to strip naked, she finally felt safe enough to be her sexual and sexy self. 

"Fully dressed, I think, Mom. I've always been horny to see your naked body, I mean, of course, solely for the purpose of writing my Nude Day story," said Jason not even having to think about his answer. "Yes, as if we were on a hot date and I was your horny suitor, I'd rather you were fully dressed. Having you fully dressed would be so much more realistic, especially if you allowed me the honor of slowly removing your clothes and stripping you naked," he said enjoying the idea of being on a hot date with his mother and stripping her naked himself. "We could pretend we're on a Nude Day date. Slowly building up the tension, seeing you in your bra and panty, before seeing you totally nude, would allow me to write a much better story."

Suddenly Jason's mind was filled with the thought of slowly unbuttoning his mother's blouse and seeing the first glance of her cleavage and the top of her bra. One slow unbuttoned button of her blouse at a time, he'd look to see what each unbutton button revealed, before continuing to unbutton the next button. So much better than having her enter the room naked or in her bathrobe with nothing on underneath, the fact that she volunteered for him to strip her naked was something that even if he had thought to suggest, he never would have dared ask her to do, even if he had thought of doing that himself. Truth be told, he'd be happy with any way she wanted to strip naked and for him to see her naked, so long as he got to see her naked. He still couldn't believe that she was willingly going to go through with this Nude Day charade, just for him to write his Nude Day story, while both of them pretended that, because of his art, that they weren't crossing the incestuous line. It was as ridiculous, as it was exciting.

Once her blouse was unbuttoned and flayed wide open, he imagined removing his mother's blouse and seeing her sitting there beside him in her bra with her exposed cleavage. The imagined image of his mother sitting beside him and before him in her sexy, low cut bra made his cock throb with sexual excitement. Visualizing the whole sexy stripping scenario in his mind first, so as to not make any mistakes, once her blouse was off, he'd unzip her short skirt. He imagined having her stand and turn with her back to him. With his fingers trembling, as he unbuttoned the button of her skirt, before pulling down the zipper, he imagined pulling down her skirt to expose her panty. Seeing her in her panties from behind was something he's never seen before. He imagined the sight of her panty clad, round, firm ass. Once sitting on the couch with her in her bra and panty, he imagined them talking, laughing, and drinking their wine, as if she was fully dressed and as if they really were on a hot date.

Now dressed in just her sexy lingerie, as if she were wearing clothes, instead of just wearing her panty and bra, he imagined her parading around the living room in her bikini panty and 36C bra, while getting snacks and leaning at her waist to change the music and flash him an in between leg shot of her panty clad pussy. He imagined her asking for his help in unhooking her bra and turning to face him, before removing her bra straps and her bra cups from her breasts. As if she were a stripper on stage, he imagined her stand to slowly remove her bra straps to build the suspense, before removing her bra cups and showing him her big breasts, her areolas, and her nipples. 

Then, while watching him and looking at him to see how he perceived all that he was seeing of her, he imagined her slowly and seductively rolling down her panty for him to see her brown trimmed pussy, bushy pussy, or bare pussy, he didn't know which, but he was looking forward to finding out which soon. The image of his naked mother standing before him topless and bottomless was all consuming and he couldn't think of anything else, except for stripping off his clothes for her, more exciting. Forget about writing his damn story, just as he couldn't wait to show her his cock, he couldn't wait to see her tits, her ass, and her pussy.

Finally, having imagined her naked, if it wasn't enough that he was going to see his mother naked, she willingly agreed to allow him to strip her naked. Maybe, if when he was undressing her, he'd accidentally on purpose touch her breasts, her ass, and/or her pussy. As a bonus, he didn't know which, either he'd strip naked in front of his mother or she'd strip him naked. Maybe, if when she was undressing him, she'd accidentally touch the bulge that his cock made in his thin, cotton underwear, when she reached out to pull down his underpants. Then, when she leaned forward to remove his underwear, he imagined his cock springing out in her face and nearly impaling her mouth.

He imagined his mother staring at his erect prick. He couldn't believe his Mom was going to see his cock. He couldn't believe his Mom was going to see his erection. He wondered if she'd just casually look at his cock or if she'd stare. Maybe, if she had enough wine, she'd reach out and touch him and stroke him, before taking him in her mouth to blow him. He knew she wanted to blow him. He could tell.

"I agree. Adding fodder to your creative imagination and to your story, having you undress me, while pretending we're not mother and son, but a man and a woman on a date, is much more natural, less contrived, and very sexually exciting, too," she said taking her second sip of her wine.

There it is again. She mention the s-e-x word again. No doubt, while he'd be satisfied to see her naked and for her to see him naked, she's looking for some hot sexual action from him.

"Yes, that would be more sexually exciting, Mother," he said.

"Do you have a preference what I wear?" She looked at him with seduction in her eyes. 

Oh, yeah, hmm, what should she wear? What should she wear? Actually he didn't care what she wore, as he was only interested in what she wasn't wearing, he wanted to say. Yet, now that he thought about it, it was just as important and sexually stimulating what she was wearing, as what she wasn't wearing. Suddenly, an entire selection of his mother's clothes scrolled through his mind, as if he was watching her modeling her fashion in a fast forward, runway, modeling show. She had so very many sexy outfits that made him wild with incestuous desire for her. If only she knew, maybe she did, how many accidental up skirt and down blouses she's given him over the years, she'd understand his sexual lust for her.

Being that she was his mother, he always thought that her flashes were accidental, but now, being that she's such a willing participant in his stripper's striptease show, he wondered if her flashes were more on purpose than by accident. Perhaps, as fodder for her own, private masturbation sessions, she had been teasing him by flashing him for years. Perhaps, over the thoughts of having sex with him and over the thoughts of him having sex with her, she masturbated as much as he did. Wishing he could undress her in everyone one of his favorite outfits, it was difficult to narrow his selection of what she should wear to just one.

"Actually, because you have gorgeous legs and big breasts, Mom, I'd rather you wore a short skirt, a low cut button blouse, panties and bra, of course, and high heels. Being that my story is sexual, you look so sexy in that outfit."

"I can do that," she said giving him a sexy look. "Any specific color?"

"You look best in earth tones, yellows, oranges, greens, and browns, Mom. Earthy colors brings out your killer green eyes."

"Thank you, Jason. You're such a treasure," she said fawning all over him, while taking another sip of wine.

"Thank you, Mom, and you're the best Mom that any son could have," he said standing to give her a pelvis to pelvis hug.




Mom Strips Naked for Nude Day Ch. 12



When he hugged her like that with his cock pressed against her belly, never having sexually hugged her like that before, feeling her breasts squished against his chest and being so very tempted, he so wanted to reach down and cup her sweet ass, before she disappeared in her bedroom. Only, not wanting to ruin seeing her naked with premature feels of her hot body, he controlled himself from inappropriately touching her. No doubt, once she was naked, there'd be plenty of time and opportunities to explore her naked body. For now, he needed to play it cool, so as not to startle her into waking up from this sexy dream.

A few minutes later, with her hair and makeup done, Elizabeth appeared in the living room wearing a green button blouse, a short, brown skirt, and her brown high heels. A younger, prettier, and more voluptuous version of Catherine Zeta Jones, she looked stunningly beautiful, as beautiful as Lynda Carter, ex-Miss World USA of '72, who later became Wonder Woman in the TV series. She looked as if she was going out on a date. Glad that she wasn't, hoping that he'd get lucky, as he hoped for with all his dates, he was glad that his mother was his date for the evening.

"Well, what do you think?" She turned around to give her son a full 360 view of her. "How do I look?"

He especially like this green blouse because the buttons were pulled tight across her chest and he had a good view of her bra through her button hole openings.

"Absolutely gorgeous, you look beautiful and very sexy, Mom."

Only, suddenly, instead of feeling sexually excited seeing her dressed in his chosen outfit, he felt bad for her. Obviously for her to agree to play dress up and for her to agree to strip off her clothes, no doubt, she was lonely. He felt guilty that he had so controlled and deceived his mother in agreeing to remove her clothes with just a few kind words and compliments. Yet, in understanding how she possibly felt and the reason why she agreed to strip naked, endeared her even more to him. Two peas in a pod, obviously, they were so much alike in their need for incestuous sex. Even though he'd never say no and knew what he'd do, if she offered him sex, he wondered what the outcome would be of them having a forbidden, sexual relationship.

To be continued... 



Mom Strips Naked for Nude Day Ch. 13



Chapter 13 - Now What? 

"Well, how do we do this? Do I have you strip off my clothes and you strip off your clothes or do I have you strip off my clothes and I strip off your clothes?"

She stood there, as if posing, in her brown, short skirt and green button blouse. She was nearly his height in her high heels and the mere sight of her made him want to take her in his arms and kiss her, while running one hand down behind her to feel her round, firm ass with another hand feeling her C cup breast through her blouse and bra.

"I was just thinking about that, Mom. Actually, I don't know," he said looking at her with a nervous smile. "Only, this won't work in the way that I thought it would. It's too rush and too contrived. I won't receive the inspiration that I need to write my Nude Day story, if we just strip off our clothes and act like we're nudists celebrating Nude Day. Other than seeing you naked, I may not get the inspiration that I need to write my story from that."

As if he was manufacturing a back story, he was thinking that he needed a sexy scenario, other than seeing his mother naked, to help him write his Nude Day story. Even though she agreed to strip, based solely on his artistic expression, even though she bought all his lies, if only for the sake of his story, he still needed a valid reason why his mother would agree to willingly strip off her clothes for Nude Day.

"What do you mean?" Batting her long eyelashes, she looked at him with innocent vulnerability. "I thought all you needed was to see me naked to write your story."

A player in his game of incest, now it was her turn to play the dummy. Suddenly, with an insightful glimpse into what his mother was thinking, indeed, just as he had always suspected, he felt manipulated and controlled by her. She was no dummy, no doubt, for sure, and she knew exactly what he meant. A critical time, he needed to not only be careful in what he said but also in what he did. Not wanting to frighten her into changing her mind about stripping off her clothes, at the same time, he didn't want to come across to her, as the pervert that he was. Only, now, by all that she said and all that she did, he suspected that she was just as perverted as he was.

"I don't know. Now that this is real, now that you're ready to allow me to see you naked, I need to rethink this. Just as I must have a plot in mind to write my story, we need a sexy scenario, why we're alone together and why we're about to get naked," he said looking to her for suggestions, while still wanting her to take the lead.

"I see. Yeah, that makes sense," she said. "So, as if we're actors acting in a movie or in a Broadway play on stage, what we need is a script. Is that what you mean, Jason?"

No doubt, wanting him to make the first step, she tossed the ball back to him.

"Yeah," he said. "As if I'm acting out my story, before writing it, a script is what we need, along with a bit of direction," he looked at her and smiled.

She was so damn beautiful, especially in his uniform of choice, a short skirt and a button blouse. Even though she already agreed to have him undress her, he wondered if she'd allow him to feel her tits through her blouse and finger her nipples through her bra. He wondered if she'd allow him to run his horny hands up her short skirt and all over her shapely thighs, before cupping her pussy through her panty and feeling her shapely ass. Already so very horny, already way ahead of himself, it was enough that she agreed for him to see her naked. Naked, naked, naked, he was about to see his mother naked. Naked, naked, naked, she was about to see him naked, too.

"Well, let's see. Let me think," she said pacing back in forth in front of him in her sexy high heels shoes. She had killer legs without them and with them, he wanted to run his tongue along the length of hem. "The sexy scenario, of course, would be Nude Day," she said tapping her lip with her manicured index finger, while pacing across the living room rug. "There's a lot we can do with that," she said turning to face him, as if soliciting his ideas. "The key word being nudity, of course."

"Yes, but unless the people stripping naked are a couple in a love relationship, typically people remove their clothes as a naked celebration with others on Nude Day."

"Jesus, Jason," she said stopping her pacing to put a hand on her hip and to flash him a green eyed look of parental scolding. "I'm certainly not about to invite people over to watch me strip naked for you. I'd be so embarrassed for anyone, other than for you to see me naked."

She tossed her hair back, as if she was getting ready to kiss him. In the way that she flipped her long, lush, dark brown hair, he imagined her flipping her hair out of the way, before blowing him. If only his friends could see them now. If only his friends knew what they were about to do, a mother stripping naked for her son and a son stripping naked for his mother. Nude Day or not, they'd all wish that they were in his lucky shoes. Suddenly, he imagined his mother naked and surrounded by several of his horny friends. He imagined parading his naked mother around the neighborhood where they lived, while wishing everyone a Happy Nude Day.

"That's not what I meant, Mom."

"What did you mean, then, Jason?"

"I don't know. I just need more of a storyline to write my story than for you and me to just strip off our clothes."

"Oh, I know," she said with a sexy smile. "What if I were a cougar, a friend of your mother's, who always had her eye on you."

"A cougar? Yeah, that's good. That will work," said Jason. "That would be fun for me to play your cougar cub."

He wondered how far his mother would play her part. He imagined her stripping him and tying his naked body to the bed. He imagined her blindfolding him and teasing and tickling him with a feather, while she licked him where no mother should ever lick her son.

"After being out and about on the town shopping, we bumped into one another. Because you helped me with my bundles and bags, I invited you back to my place for a glass of wine," she said sitting on the couch beside him and holding up her wine glass, as if toasting him, before taking another sip of her wine.

"Yeah, that's good, Mother. That's very good. I like the idea of you playing a cougar," he said using her as a sounding board and ready to bounce his ideas off of her, too. Being that neither was willing to take the lead, the fact that they both worked in concert to develop a Nude Day stripping plan was a good way for them to make stripping arrangements without either one assuming the responsibility and feeling guilty about their incestuous plan later.

"I'm glad you like it because I do, too," she said with a sexy smile, as if she was already playing her cougar role.

"You take me home and try to seduce me in the way that Anne Bancroft did to Dustin Hoffman in the Graduate, when she played Mrs. Robinson. That was such a hot scene, when she was sitting on that barstool with her legs spread and flashing him her panty, pantyhose crotch, or her pussy. I don't know which, as they never showed the full frontal view," said Jason raising his wine glass, as if toasting his mother, while thinking about Simon and Garfunkel's song, 'Here's to you, Mrs. Robinson'.

"Perfect," said Elizabeth with a sexy smile, while assuming the open legged sitting position of Mrs. Robinson and flashing Jason her panties in the process.

"Oh, my God, Mother, this is so much fun acting out my Nude Day story, before I even write it. Yes, this is the kind of inspiration that I need to write a better story," he said losing his mind in the exposed sight of his mother's white panties.

"Elizabeth, Jason, call me Elizabeth or Jennifer, after your preferred cougar celebrity Jennifer Lopez," she said closing her legs and pulling down her skirt to deny her son any more of an up skirt view than he had already seen.

"Actually, Mother, I'd prefer to call you, Elizabeth. I've always loved your name. Elizabeth is such a feminine name."

"Thank you, Jason. So, it's settled, a way for us to remove the awkwardness in us removing our clothes, an older woman with a younger man is a great scenario for us to play, while pretending that we're just acting. Besides," she said flipping her hair again, "I always loved that movie. Dustin Hoffman has always been one of my favorite actors. Yeah, that would work with me playing Anne Bancroft's role as a sexy and horny Mrs. Robinson," she said with wickedness in her eyes. "I can definitely play the part of the cougar."

Jason looked at her and smiled, while wondering, if his mother was going to play the sexy naked scene that Mrs. Robinson played, when she trapped Ben Braddock, played by Dustin Hoffman, in her bedroom.

"As if our living room is the movie set, we can pretend we're actors on a date, a hot date, in an erotic movie with kissing and touching," said Jason suddenly imagining making out with his mother and suddenly realizing that he said too much that revealed what he was hoping to happen.

Not wanting to play all his cards and show her his hand, just as he said hot date, he knew that he had said and suggested too much by him mentioning of kissing and touching. Not missing a chance to catch him, she was right there to pick up on what he had said. 

"On a date, a hot date? What do you mean on a hot date?"

While running her tongue across her lips, before flipping back her hair again, she looked at her son with controlled excitement. Oh, she was such a sexy siren, especially when she acted so shyly demur and modesty innocent. Just as he had been playing her, no doubt, she had been playing him. Two peas in a pod, they were meant for one another. It was too bad they were mother and son. Actually, about to embark on a new sexual, albeit incestuous adventure, it was a fortunate situation that they were mother and son.

"Sorry, Mom, maybe that was a wrong choice of words," said Jason trying to backpedal.

"By a hot date, what did you mean by kissing and touching?" No doubt knowing exactly what he meant, she paused, while fluttering her eyelids, as if she was kissing and touching him. Her face flushed, as if she was about to have an orgasm or faint. "I thought you were just going to remove my clothes," she said looking at him, while moving her open hand to the side of her face and feigning shocked surprise. "You didn't tell me we were going to pretend we're on a date, a hot date with kissing and touching."

"To be honest, Mom, and don't take this the wrong way but, for me to write my story, kissing and touching is the only way I can get the inspiration that I need," he said taking a leap of faith, while hoping that she's sexually aroused enough and had enough wine to go along with his idea of kissing and touching.

"I see," she said with another momentary pause, while looking at her son, as if he was an eligible bachelor and she was the bachelorette on the Bachelorette. "What kind of kissing? Mother and son kissing? Just a peck on the lips or," she paused to take another sip of her wine, before refreshing her lipstick. Then, finishing off her glass, she poured herself another. "Do you mean real kissing, deep French kissing, with probing tongues," she said with a laugh to cover her nervousness.

"I don't know, Mom. It would be a little weird French kissing you, I think," he said, when he wanted to say, it would be so very sexually exciting to French kiss you, while feeling your big tits. He looked at her and when she met his stare with her stare and gave him a look, as if she wanted to be kissed, he looked away.

"I agree. It would be more than a little weird for me to French kiss my son, as if he was my hot date and my potential lover" she said with a nervous laugh. "And what kind of desperate touching? Are you talking about rushed feeling and desperate groping in the way that all horny men do, when they have me alone and can't take no for an answer?" 

There she said it again. She thinks of him as her potential lover. Suddenly, Jason imagined his Mom on a hot date. He imagined a man kissing her, before touching her. Feeling her tits and going up her short skirt, he imagined the man forcing her head down to his lap to take his cock in her mouth. Even though he'd be jealous, he'd love to watch his Mom in action, while giving someone a blowjob. How hot would that be to watch his mother sucking someone's cock?

"I don't know, Mom, I mean, Elizabeth. For me to elaborate about really kissing you with tongues, while touching, feeling, and groping you is too much pressure and expectations. Just as it's difficult to play out this sexy scenario with you, it's difficult for me to imagine me kissing and touching you, and it's even more difficult for me to play actor and director, at the same time. To be totally honest, Elizabeth, I'm just as shy about kissing and touching you, as you must be uncomfortable about me kissing and touching you," he said lying. Honestly, he couldn't wait to French kiss his mother, while feeling her hot body.

"Perhaps, we're getting ahead of ourselves," she said with motherly wisdom with a sudden dose of modesty. "Maybe we should just play it by ear and see what happens. We won't know how comfortable or uncomfortable we are with kissing and touching, until we kiss and touch one another. "Okay?" She took a sip of her second glass of wine. 

"Okay, Mom," he said standing and pacing, while thinking.

"Drink your wine, Jason, otherwise you'll never be in the mood to French kiss your old mother," she said with a nervous laugh, while revealing her true intentions.

So that's her plan. Even though she said otherwise and to play it by ear and see what happens, she wants to French kiss him. Suddenly the image of French kissing his mother, while feeling her breasts filled his mind with incestuous lust. Suddenly the image of sticking his tongue in his mother's mouth, while sticking his hand up her short skirt and cupping her panty clad pussy in the palm of his hand filled him with unrestrained sexual desire and hardened his cock.

"Don't worry about me not wanting to French kiss you, I've always wanted to French kiss you, Mom," said Jason softly in his glass and too softly for her to hear, while he guzzled his wine.

"Come sit here beside me on the couch, Jason," she said patting the seat next to her.

Jason sat next to his mother and, just in the way that she patted the sofa seat, she patted his thigh in a loving way, while he rubbed her knee in a sexual way. 

"Well, this is nice," he said. "With the candles soft music, and wine, it's all so very romantic," he said looking down at her, as if inviting her to kiss him.

"Are you as nervous as I am?" She looked at her son, before taking another sip of wine.

To be continued...



Mom Strips Naked for Nude Day Ch. 14



Chapter 14 - The Kiss

This was it. This was really it. He was so nervous. He couldn't believe that he was about to kiss his mother. Once they kissed, once their lips touched and once he parted her lips with his tongue, there'd be no turning back. Once they French kissed, forget about his inspiration as artistic expression to write his Nude Day story, going way beyond that already, he'd be crossing the line.

She looked at him and he looked at her, as if they had already been lovers. With all the mind games they've been playing and all the teasing they've been doing, they had been lovers, cerebrally but not physically. With all of Jason's logical thought erased by the lust that he had for his mother, about to cross the imaginary incestuous line, about to go where no mother should go with her son, going beyond the point of no return, none of that seemed to matter anymore. What mattered more was the lust that Jason had for his mother and, obviously, the lust she had for him. Not only were they about to kiss, with her playing the part of the sexy cougar and him playing the part of her cub but also they were about to touch.

Mother and son kissing and touching was only something that he wrote about in his stories. Mother and son stripping naked was only something that he had imagined in his bedroom at night with his hand around his cock. Mother and son having sex was still something that he couldn't imagine happening. Never thinking that it would ever happen, here he was at the precipice of his own, real live erotic story. For sure, after this night, he'd write the best mother and son Nude Day story ever written, Mom Strips Naked for Nude Day. Oh, yeah.

"Are you as nervous as I am?" She looked at her son, before taking another sip of wine.

"Yes, I am very nervous. To be honest, Mom, focused just on seeing you naked to write my story, I never even thought of French kissing you, while touching you," he said lying again. "Yet, now I realize for me to write my story, I need to act, as if I'm just a man with a woman on a hot date and not a son with his mother in the living room at home."

"Being that I'm nervous, too, maybe if we kissed, maybe if we got that over with and out of the way, we won't be as nervous about French kissing one another," she said looking at her son, in the way that he figured she looked at those men that she met and had sex with from that online dating site. "Maybe the kiss will allow us to know what to do or not to do next."

"Okay," he said putting his arm around his mother's shoulders and pulling her closer, as if he was at the movies or in his car with his date.

Only, as soon as he touched her, he suddenly felt differently about her. Unlike his dates his age, he realized that she was a woman that he couldn't control. As soon as he touched her shoulders, as if the incestuous spell that was over him had broken, he realized that what he was doing was wrong. This was his mother that he was about to kiss. This was his mother that he was hoping to see naked. This was his mother that he wanted to give him sex.

She created him and made him all that he is today. She cared for him as a baby. She breastfed him and here he was hoping to recreate that moment and that bond between mother and child by not having her feed him but by having her give him sex and incestuous pleasure. For sure, if he continued and if they went through with this, Mother's Day would never be the same, he laughed to himself but Valentine's Day would be oh, so much better.

Although he's imagined it and had written about it, a first for everything, especially today, he never held his mother in this way. As if she was his date, while hoping to make it to first base, when he held her in this way, she felt so small and so vulnerable and he felt so excited and horny. With his hand sliding across her back to rest on her shoulder, she had a firm, yet, soft body and, by the mere touch of her back and shoulder, along with the feel of her bra strap through her blouse with his fingertips, his cock swelled with his sexual excitement and his incestuous intentions. Knowing that he'd be masturbating over the memory of this day for the rest of his life, not wanting this to be a fast forward memory, wanting to savor every first moment with his mother, he wanted to take things slow.

Obviously, feeling differently about savoring the moment and wanting to take things slow, not wasting any time and taking his message from her, when she leaned into him he leaned into her, until their lips met. If a woman did this to him, kissed him first, he'd suspect he'd be getting lucky. If a woman did this to him, made the first move, he'd figure that she was hot for him and would be sucking his cock later. Only, this woman wasn't just any woman. This woman was his mother.

At first their kiss was just a quick peck, a kiss that any mother would give her son in the morning or a night. Then, perhaps, in acting the part of the Casanova to more befit his mother and son erotic story, he kissed her full on the lips in the way that Lana Turner kissed John Garfield in the movie, The Postman Always Rings Twice, back in the '40's, with all of the government controlled censorship. Only, with the kiss just starting, not even giving him the time to relish in the thought that he was finally kissing his mother, not allowing him to make his moves, she stole his thunder by assuming the part of the aggressive cougar, when she parted his lips with her tongue and French kissed him.

His mother French kissed him. He couldn't believe his mother French kissed him. All this time he was worried what to do and how to react, whenever he did, whatever he did, and she was already beyond all of that foolishness of speculation and self doubt. His mother, no doubt, was a woman, who knew what she wanted and what she wanted was him.

Shocked and excited, figuring he'd have to be the one to French kiss his mother first, Jason couldn't believe it, when she took control of the kiss by relinquishing her tongue to him so soon. With his tongue now buried in her mouth, French kissing her, as if she was his Prom date, he couldn't believe that he was French kissing his mother. Oh, my God, in all the horny nights that he imagined kissing her, French kissing her, he never knew that it would feel this good to kiss his mother. Yet, even more unbelievably than that, as if this was meant to be, he couldn't believe that she was returning his kisses with just as much passion.

Lost in her kisses, kissing and kissing her, his cock hardened, as his passion swelled. Even more excited that it was his mother that he was kissing, kissing, and kissing, the more he kissed her, the more excited he became. Playing games with his mind, as soon as he kissed her deeper, momentarily forgetting that she was his mother, his sexual excitement swelled. Then, as if his libido was attached to an elastic band of motherly love and incestuous lust, as soon as he realized again that it was his mother that he was kissing, he became even more excited. Never has he felt such sexual excitement, when kissing any other woman.

Already lost in her kisses, momentarily forgetting that he was French kissing his mother, before realizing again that he was, whether it was learned behavior or an involuntary reaction, his horny hand reached down and felt and fondled her breast. Oh, my God, as if his hand had a thousand more nerve endings for him to feel more sexual excitement, the excited pleasure that he received feeling her breast was as if his hand was on sexual steroids. Back and forth, returning him from ecstasy to reality, as soon as he touched, felt, and caressed his mother's breast, he realized he was feeling his mother's big tit. Yet, knowing that he was and truly believing that he was, with his mind playing games with his passion, as soon as he French kissed his mother and touched his mother's breast, he felt as if he was kissing and feeling someone else.

A perfect fit in his big hand, he loved how her big breast felt through her blouse and bra. Her full, firm breast filled his horny hand and, as soon as he fondled and caressed her breast, he could feel her nipple emerging through the satin, silk, and cotton of her bra and pushing against his horny palm. Feeling, fondling, and groping her breast, while kissing and kissing her, her tit felt so firm and so full in his hand. He loved feeling a woman's breast through her blouse and bra, while kissing her, and the fact that he was feeling his mother's breast, was sexual excitement he never knew he could have.

He couldn't wait to see her topless. He couldn't wait to touch her naked breasts. He couldn't wait to feel the weight of them in his horny hands, while his fingers played with her nipples. He couldn't wait to take her nipples in his mouth and suck her tits. He couldn't wait to see her naked. Wondering if she'd stare at it, wondering if she'd reach her hand out to take it, touch it, feel it, fondle it, and stroke it, he couldn't wait for her to see his erect cock. Never has his cock been as big and as hard, as it was now for her. He couldn't wait to have deep, penetrating sex with her.

"Is this what you do on a first date, Jason?" As if awakening him from a sexual fantasy, she broke off her kiss to laugh, while looking down at her son's left hand caressing her breast. Her nipple was the size and as hard as one of her blouse buttons.

"Oh, sorry, Mom," said Jason embarrassed and pulling his hand away from her breast and removing his arm from her shoulder.

After having so very many sexual fantasies about her, after masturbating so very many times over the thought of the naked sight of her, and after having written so very many erotic, incestuous stories about her, it wasn't until she said something that he realized that she was actually there with him, too. 

"It's nice to know that my son likes my big tits," she said with a laugh.

"Sorry," he said again without sharing her laugh. "It's impulsive. For a minute, in the way you kissed me, blanked my mind actually, I forgot I was kissing my mother. I imagined I was kissing someone else, Michelle, a woman I like from the coffee shop," he said lying again.

Enjoying every second of feeling her, touching her, and kissing his mother, but for a solitary moment, when he knew that she wasn't another woman, he knew full well that he was kissing his mother, while feeling her breast. Moreover, as if taking a baby away from a breast too soon, he couldn't wait to kissing and feel her breast again.

"No, that's okay," she said with a wave of her hand and a sexy laugh. "There's no need to apologize. It's all so very natural. I'm a woman, after all, and you're a man, but call me Elizabeth, instead of Mom. Okay? Not needing a dose of reality to ruin the mood, I feel a little perversely perverted, with you French kissing me, while feeling my breast for you to call me Mom," she said with a laugh.

"Okay, Mom, sorry, I mean, Elizabeth."

"For this to work, for me to give you the inspiration that you obviously need to write your Nude Day story, Jason, you need to remain in the moment and pretend that I'm your date and not your mother. Whether I'm Michelle or someone else, you need to pretend that I'm whichever woman you imagine me to be, other than your mother. The only way this will work, Jason, is if we remove the mother and son connotation and replace it with a man and woman connection," she said giving him such a sexy look that she melted his heart and hardened his cock.

"You're right, Mom. Sorry, Elizabeth," he said pouring himself a second glass of wine, while she polished off her second glass of wine and held out her glass for him to fill her a third glass of wine.

"Now that I give it more thought, in addition to pretending we're on a hot date, maybe it really would help us to pretend we're with someone else."

"Good idea, Mom. Yeah, I like that idea."

"Who would you pick, Jason, as your date, if you could choose any woman to kiss and to touch?"

"Oh, that's easy. Katy Perry. I just love her and with you having the same dark hair, that is, when she's not coloring her hair blue, you look a little like her, but you're so much prettier and have a much better body," he said looking down at her blouse covered breasts again.

"Thank you for the compliment, Jason," she said gushing, while pulling her blouse tighter to reveal the impressions her nipples made in the silky material, before taking another slow sip of her wine and reestablishing eye contact with her son.

"Who would you pick, Mom, if you could chose any man to kiss and to touch? George Clooney? Brad Pitt?"

"No they're both too old for me. If I could pick someone famous, a good looking celebrity, I'd pick Ryan Reynolds. He's more my age and he's so handsome, like my son," she said kissing him on the lips. "He'll be thirty-six in October and I'll be forty in July."

"Okay, then, with me thinking of Katy Perry and you thinking of Ryan Reynolds, while we're kissing one another, can we try this again? Actually, now that I think more about it, since you're playing the part of the cougar and with you almost the same age as Jennifer Lopez and with me almost the same age as her 24-year-old, boy toy, I'll imagine that you're Jennifer Lopez, instead of Katy Perry. I love Jennifer Lopez. She's so beautiful and so sexy. She reminds me of you, but you have bigger tits, I mean breasts."

"Thank you, Jason. You're so sweet," said Elizabeth swooning with all the attention and compliments he was paying her.

Again, Jason put his arm around his mother's shoulders and pulled her to him, while leaning down for a kiss. Then, while kissing her and exploring her mouth with his tongue, but this time keeping his horny hand to himself and in his lap, she stopped him, nearly as soon as he parted her lips with his tongue.

"Wait, Jason. This just isn't right. This is wrong. I can't do this."

"Wrong?" Jason looked at her with a face full of disappointment. "What's wrong?"

He feared that his mother had second thoughts. He feared that she couldn't go through with their devised sexy scenario of her playing Jennifer Lopez and him playing Ryan Reynolds. He feared he'd never see her naked and she wouldn't want to see his cock. He feared that he'd never write his Nude Day story. He needed to think of something to say to convince her to continue to go through with this Nude Day striptease show but, unable to come up with anything else, his mind was blanked by his sexual frustration and her deep, wet kisses.

To be continued... 



Mom Strips Naked for Nude Day Ch. 15



Chapter 15 - Just Don't Touch My Nipples

"Wait, Jason. This just isn't right. This is wrong. I can't do this."

"Wrong?" Jason looked at his mother with a face full of disappointment. "What's wrong?"

Fearing the worst, he feared that his mother had second thoughts. He feared that she couldn't go through with their devised, sexy scenario of her playing Jennifer Lopez and him playing Ryan Reynolds. He feared that he'd never see her naked and that she wouldn't want to see his cock. He feared that he'd never write his Nude Day story. He needed to think of something to say to convince her to continue to go through with this Nude Day striptease show but what? Unable to come up with anything else to say to convince her otherwise, his mind was blanked by his sexual frustration and her deep, wet kisses.

"I don't want to cramp your style and ruin your story," she said giving him a sexy look. "If feeling a woman's breast, while French kissing her, is what you normally do, when with a woman on a first date, Jason, then you may feel my breasts, while French kissing me. I don't mind, really I don't," she said puffing out her chest and giving him the green light to feel her tits. "Actually, I like the comfort of you touching me in that way."

"Thank you, Mother," said Jason feeling awkward that he was caught feeling her breast. Yet, now that she said it was okay for him to feel her breasts, he felt better about feeling his mother's tits.

As if about to open the safe to see the precious family jewels, feeling as if he needed to crack his knuckles, and blow on his fingertips, before feeling his mother's tits, Jason was overwhelmed with incestuous, sexual anticipation.

"Actually," she said putting the back of her hand to her forehead, as if it was a cool compress and as if she was Gloria Swanson, "no one has touched me like that in such a long time. To be honest, and I know that I shouldn't say this because I'm your mother, but tonight, I'm Elizabeth or Jennifer or whomever you want me to be, but I like the feel of your hand on my breast, while pretending that you're Ryan Reynolds feeling my boobs."

"And tonight, you're my Elizabeth," said Jason lightly kissing his mother's lips.

"Pretending we're not who we are, but someone else, is so erotic," she said giving him the sexy look of Elizabeth, instead of the motherly look of his mother. "You have a gentle touch and it's been a long time, since anyone has touched me in such a sexual way. Only," she said pausing and looking up at him, as if she was asking him to do just the opposite, "please don't touch my nipples. Okay?"

"Your nipples? Why mother?" Thinking that she had her period or was about to get her period, thinking that her nipples were sore, afraid to ask, Jason persevered. "What's wrong with your nipples?"

"My nipples are my erogenous zone and I'm not responsible for what I'd do, if you sexually aroused me by fingering my nipples," she said, as if she was Sally Kellerman, nurse hot lips Houlihan in Mash, always saying one thing, but meaning something else. "I swear, even more effective than rubbing my clit and fingering my pussy, the key to my sexual passion are my nipples."

"Mother!" Filled with confused emotion, he looked at her with shocked embarrassment and incestuous excitement. "I never heard you talk like that."

"And I never thought I'd be making out with my son and asking him not to touch my nipples," she said laughing to, no doubt, hide the look of danger on her face. 

"Okay, Mom," he said kissing her again, while relieved that his mother wanted him to not only continue kissing her but also to feel her breasts. "I promise not to touch your nipples."

Only this time, not only given the green light to feel her breasts but also the information to know where to touch her and how to touch her, his hand more aggressively felt her full, C cup breasts through her blouse and bra, first one and then the other. He loved how her breasts felt in his hand through her blouse and through her bra, so firm and so heavy, while kissing her. Feeling her breasts, while kissing her added to his sexual excitement and his cock was already aching to fuck her and for her to suck him.

Again, as if she wore a sign around her neck that read, 'Do Not Touch', drawn to it, as a moth to a light, as soon as he felt her breasts, he felt her nipples make their appearance through her bra and blouse, and in the palm of his hand. Stunned that her nipples felt so big and so hard, suddenly having a difficult time keeping his promise to his mother to not to touch her nipples, his hand remained motionless, while his fingers kneaded her breasts. Afraid to break his promise to his mother that he just made not to touch her nipples, afraid that if he touched her nipples, he'd prematurely ruin everything and she wouldn't strip naked, he felt, as if he was behind the wheel of a brand new, Mustang GT and asked to keep the speed limit to 35mph.

Why would she tell him not to touch her nipples, if she didn't want him to touch her nipples? Maybe what she said was simple and true. Maybe she didn't want him to touch her nipples. Then, again, giving him mixed signals before, maybe she wanted him to touch her nipples. Knowing that he'd break the promise he just made not to touch her nipples, knowing that he couldn't help himself from touching her nipples, maybe this was her way to put the blame on him, she should he ignore her request and touch her nipples.

Did he dare touch her nipples? He so wanted to touch her nipples. As soon as he felt her nipples push against the palm of his hand, she responded by kissing him even more passionately. He didn't have to be her experienced lover to know that she was already aroused, even without him even touching her nipples. Her kisses told him that she was aroused and as if her nipples were tiny erect penises, her hard, erect nipples told him that, too.

Surely, no doubt, with her knowing, by her telling him not to touch her nipples, was like telling him not to have another freshly baked, chocolate, chip cookie. Just as he loved her big tits and not her erect nipples, he loved her homemade chocolate, chip cookies. Just as one cookie wasn't enough, just as he couldn't stop himself from having a second chocolate, chip cookie, there was no way that he was going to keep his promise by not touching her nipples.

He knew what she wanted him to do and, no doubt, she wanted him to touch her nipples. Only, even now more nervous about touching her nipples than he was about kissing her and feeling her breasts, he was afraid that her nipples was the lid to her Pandora's box. There was no telling what would be unleashed and what would happen, if he ignored her request and touched her nipples. No doubt, by him touching her nipples, it was obvious that he was giving her what she so desired and what he so wanted. A win/win for both, how could he not touch her nipples?

With the encouragement received from her and from the wine, going for broke, he ran a slow finger over her erect nipple, first one and then the other. He fingered her nipples through her blouse and pulled them out more through her bra. Figuring his mother told him that her nipples were her erogenous zone and her gateway to sexually exciting her for a reason, he focused more on her nipples than on any other part of her body now. Ever so lightly running his palms and his fingertips across her nipples, he felt her passion grow and her nipples enlarge and harden with his deep, wet, warm kisses.

Whenever he touched her nipples, she responded in the way that he had sexually fantasized she would, when he was in his room alone and masturbating over the thoughts of making out with her and having sex with her. Never has he kissed a woman so passionately before, as he was kissing his mother now. Never has he been kissed by a woman as passionately before, as his mother was kissing him now. Never has he felt as sexually excited, as he felt now.

Going against her expressed wishes in hopes of exciting her even more, he continued fingering her nipples through her bra and blouse. Immediately, she responded by kissing him harder and deeper. Once he felt her nipples harden, he pulled them out even more with his fingertips, while feeling fondling, and caressing her breasts. Her nipples were so big. Her nipples were so hard. He couldn't wait to see them. He couldn't wait to suck them.

He already knew his Mom had big nipples, he's seen the impressions that they made in her sheer nightgowns, sheer blouses, and wet bikini bra before, but he's never touched them, until now, and seen them as big as they were now. They were huge, bigger than Jayne Mansfield's nipples, bigger than Loni Anderson's nipples, bigger than Kim Basinger, Pamela Anderson, and Dolly Parton's nipples, she had bigger nipples than even Angelina Jolie. She had the biggest nipple impressions he's ever seen and being the big movie buff that he is, he's seen plenty.

He couldn't wait to see them without her blouse and bra in the way of his lustful desire. He couldn't wait to take her naked nipples in between his fingers, before taking them in his mouth. He couldn't wait to suck his mother's big tits. He couldn't wait, he couldn't wait, he couldn't wait.

"Jason, please, don't. Stop. I beg you. I asked you not to finger my nipples," she whispered shrinking from his touch to fold her arms across her breasts, as if she was cold or as if she was violated on a bus or in an elevator. "You're making me crazy with incestuous lust for you," she said squirming, while shivering.

"Sorry, Mother," he said even though he wasn't sorry.

"To be honest, kissing you is one thing and allowing you to feel my breast is quite another, but for you to sexually arouse me in the way that you're doing now by fingering, pulling, squeezing, twisting, and turning my nipples is wrong, Jason. I won't have sex with you. I can't," she said with her big, green eyes confessing otherwise.

"Sorry, Mother," he said again, but this time with a devilish grin. "Too wrapped up in how much kissing you, while touching you excites me, I didn't realize how much kissing you, while touching you would excite you, too."

"I feel what you feel, Jason, when you touch me," she said looking at him with the eyes of a woman, instead of the eyes of his mother. "Just because I'm your mother doesn't mean that I don't have sexual feelings. Other than that I'm a woman and you're a man, there's no difference in my sexual excitement from your sexual excitement," she said. "Genetically the same, the only difference is that you're male and I'm female."

Instead of stopping, instead of obeying his mother, and instead of keeping his promise not to touch her nipples, being the brat he's always been, his plan was to continue fingering her nipples. When they started making out again, as soon as she invited him to do so, by moving her arms out of the way, he continued feeling her breasts, but while still fingering her nipples. Her nipples were still big and hard and with just the first touch, she was already squirming and breathing harder. As if her nipples were akin to the feeling he received, when a woman fingered and stroked his cock, as if her nipples were an extension to her clit, it was then that he realized the control he had over his mother and her body through the mere touch of her nipples.

Breathlessly kissing him, she was so vulnerable. Wiggling and squirming her body on the couch, while helplessly in his control and under his spell, she was so sexy. She was so sexually excited. Even up this close, with his face plastered against her face and his lips pressed against her lips, feeling as if he was kissing an angelic movie star, she was so beautiful.

Allowing him to touch her and feel her, she was so easy. All that it took to get her going was to French kiss her, while fingering her nipples. If she was this aroused with him just fingering her nipples, he couldn't wait to take the next step and reach his hand under her short skirt to feel her panty clad pussy. He couldn't wait to finger her slit, before pushing he panty aside to probe his mother deeper, while kissing her and still fingering her nipples.

Never removing his hand from her breast and his fingers from her nipples, he kissed her again and again, only each time even more passionately. Each time, he kissed her with increased passion, she returned his passion with deeper and longer French kisses. They were really making out now, really going at one another, and French kissing, while Jason fingered, squeezed, pulled, turned, and twisted her nipples. Then, when Elizabeth dropped her hand to her son's lap to feel and fondle his cock through his pants, immediately, Jason broke off the kiss.

"Mom!"

"Oh, don't be such a prude, Jason," she said reaching for her glass of wine to take, yet, another sip. "I was just sexually touching you in the way that you've been sexually touching me. I warned you, Jason, not to touch my nipples," she said scolding him, as if he hadn't picked up his room, while slurring her words. "I couldn't help but fondle your cock through your jeans," she said with attitude and justification, "as soon as you started fingering my nipples again." 

"You grabbed my cock through my pants, Mom," said Jason looking at his mother with a mix of shocked disbelief and sexual excitement. "I can't believe you grabbed my cock." 

In all of his masturbation sessions, he imagined his mother grabbing his cock through his pants and now she finally did. Glad that she grabbed his cock, nonetheless, he couldn't believe that she grabbed his cock. Even though his cock was covered by his pants and underwear, even through the thickness of all that material, her hand and her fingers still felt so very good feeling and fondling him.

"You make it sound like no woman ever felt your cock, before." When he didn't answer her, she repeated herself, but this time, in the form of a question. "Has no one ever felt your cock through your pants before?" She looked at him with sarcasm. "If they haven't touched you, Jason, then you haven't been with a real, sexual woman before," she said sipping more of her wine.

"Sure, lots of woman have felt my cock through my pants, but you're my mother."

"Not tonight, I'm not. I'm Elizabeth or Jennifer or Michelle or whoever the Hell you want to think I am for us to get naked and for you to write your story. Besides, didn't you think this would happen with the wine, the music, the lighting, the French kissing, and the touching?" Fluttering her eyelids, while looking up at him with lust, she was still swooning by his kisses and by his touches. "I warned you not to touch my nipples," she said breathlessly, obviously, while denying all responsibility for what she did and, no doubt, what she was about to do.

"I fantasized about me touching you and you touching me, Elizabeth, but I never thought it would really happen. I mean, I was so surprised, when you agreed to strip off your clothes for me to write my Nude Day story, but I never thought we'd be on the couch making out like horny teenagers, in the way we are now," said Jason. "I never thought I'd be feeling my mother's tits and fingering my mother's nipples through her blouse and bra, while my mother fondled my cock through my pants."

"Well, just as I told you not to think of me as your mother, not tonight, anyway, I told you that my nipples are my erogenous zone. I warned you," she said sipping more of her wine without apologizing to her son for grabbing his cock. "I'm not responsible for my actions, if you continue to sexually arouse me in the way that you are by fingering my nipples."

"Okay, Elizabeth, I understand," said Jason nodding his head in agreement, but thinking otherwise, in his nipple fascination to continue to maintain her sexual excitement.

"I swear, Jason, if you continued feeling my nipples like that, squeezing them, pulling on them, turning them, and twisting on them, I'll suck your cock," she said looking him square in the eyes. "I swear to God, I will. I'll suck your cock. You make me so sexually excited by French kissing me, feeling my tits, and playing with my nipples that I'll frigging blow you."

"Mom!" Suddenly, Jason's mind was filled with the image of his mother on her knees with his hard, hairy cock buried in her mouth. 

A sight he's always imagined, he couldn't count the number of times that he sexually fantasized, while masturbating over his mother blowing him, while staring up at him with her big, green eyes. He couldn't count the number of times that he put a hand behind her pretty head to hump her mouth and fuck her face. He couldn't count the number of times that he exploded his cum in her mouth and she swallowed. He couldn't count the number of times that he shot a second load of cum all over her pretty face, dark brown hair, and beautiful breasts.

It took all the control he had not to reach out and grab her nipples with both hands. It took all the control he had not to rip open her blouse, lift her bra, and suck on her big tits in hopes that she'd suck on his hard prick. It took all the control he had to whip out his prick and push her down to her knees for her to blow him.

"Please stop calling me Mom, Jason. Tonight, I'm Elizabeth or Michelle or Jennifer or whomever you imagine blowing you. Tonight, we're just a man and a woman on a date. Tonight, I'm a cougar, a friend of your mother's, who picked you up at a bar and is intent on seducing you. Tonight, just for one night, we are not mother and son."

Blowing me? There it was again. His Mom just admitted that she wants to blow him. She wants to suck his dick. He couldn't believe what he just heard. The image of his mother blowing him, really sucking his cock, and him cumming in her beautiful mouth, consumed him. Beginning the day with her sitting up in his room, no doubt, pretending to be shocked and offended by his incestuous stories about her, here they are a few hours later making out, feeling up one another, and talking about blowjobs.

"Sorry, you're right, I forgot, Elizabeth."

"Besides, I'm sure that if you were French kissing Michelle from the coffee shop, Katy Perry, or Jennifer Lopez, while feeling their tits and fingering their nipples through their blouse and bra, they'd be feeling your cock through your pants, too, before taking out your cock and stroking you, before sucking you."

Even more erotic and sexually exciting than having Jennifer Lopez or Katy Perry feeling his cock through his pants, before taking him out of his pants to suck him, the vision of his mother sucking his cock was all that he could think about and all that he now wanted. The vision of his mother taking out his cock, holding his erect prick in her little hand, while stroking him, before sucking him fueled his passion for his mother. He couldn't wait to strip naked. He couldn't wait to show her his cock. He couldn't wait for her to see his erection. He couldn't wait to see, if she'd take his erection in her hand, before taking his hard cock in her mouth.

"Elizabeth! Please stop talking about blowing me. You're making me really excited," he said repositioning his erection that hardened in his pants. "Even though this was all my idea, this whole thing is a getting a little weird and a lot out of hand."

Forget about his mother getting naked in front of him and forget about him getting naked in front of his mother, all Jason could now think about now was his mother sucking his cock. Consumed with the thought of his mother on her knees and giving him a blowjob, while he played with her tits and fingered her nipples, all he could think about was cumming in his mother's mouth and her swallowing his cum.

To be continued...



Mom Strips Naked for Nude Day Ch. 16



Chapter 16 - We Can Stop Now, If You'd Rather Not Continue

"We can stop now," she said leaning away from him and sitting up, "if you'd rather not continue stripping off our-"

"Stop? No, no, I want to do this. I really need to do this, Mother, I mean, Elizabeth, really I do," he said gulping down another sip of wine, before continuing fondling his mother's breasts and fingering her nipple, while kissing her.

He hoped he hadn't ruined things between them by protesting too much. He hoped he hadn't made her feel too uncomfortable to continue to show him her naked body. The last thing he wanted to do was to awaken her from her sexual dream state to make her realize what she was doing with him was wrong. The last thing he wanted to do was to have her change her mind about stripping off her clothes. The last thing he wanted was for this sexual, incestuous fantasy to end.

"Are you sure, Jason?" She looked at him with those big, green eyes, those full red lips, and with a beautiful face that no man, even her son, could ever deny anything she wanted. She put a finger to her lips, no doubt, to make what she was about to say even more dramatic. "Because we can stop now. I don't have to strip naked, if--"

"No, Mother, please, I really need to see you naked," he said breaking off his kiss to get her assurance that she'd continue with her Nude Day striptease.

After coming all this way, after working so very hard to convince her to remove her clothes, after being so damn sexually excited over the anticipation of seeing her naked, he thought he'd cum in his pants. Now, with the suddenly disappointment that she may change her mind about stripping, after imagining her naked for so very long and so many times, he didn't know how he could make it through another day without seeing his mother naked.

Naked, naked, naked, he needed to see his mother naked. Naked, naked, naked, she couldn't stop now. Naked, naked, naked, he wanted to show her his naked body, too. Just once, just this one time, if only he could see his mother naked, with his sexual fantasy realized, his life would be complete. Hoping beyond hope that she'd continue with his sexual fantasy of her stripping off her clothes, his heart was in his mouth, until she spoke again.

"Shall we continue then?"

She put her hand in his lap and with her long, manicured fingers toying with the head of his cock, playing her part of the cougar, she leaned in for another kiss, while feeling and fondling his erection through his pants. With his hand feeling his mother's breasts and, now that he knows her nipples are her erogenous zone, his fingers pulled, turned, and twisted his mother's nipples through her blouse and bra. With her hand fondling his cock through his pants, tracing the magnificent size of him with her fingers and squeezing the hardened length of him, she continued to finger the head of his cock. Losing themselves in their French kisses and in touching one another's bodies through their clothes, there was no turning back now. They were both lost to their incestuous lust for one another.

Offering no resistance, Elizabeth even allowed her son to unbutton her blouse, feel her breast, and finger her nipples through her bra, something Jason never imagined he'd be doing. With her looking down and watching him unbuttoning her bra, she watched him tease her nipple out through her bra with his fingers. Obviously, she was just as sexually excited as he was. Obviously, she wanted him to touch her, as much as he wanted to touch her.

Just the sight of her full bra was exciting, but to feel her breasts and nipples through her bra was outrageously erotic. The more he fingered her nipples through her bra, the more excited they both became and the more she returned his passion. Her nipples were so big and so hard. He couldn't wait to see them. He couldn't wait to suck them. Yet, with his mother's body perceived as his personal playground of pure pleasure, it wasn't until he reached beneath her short skirt and cupped her pussy through her panty that she stopped him from continuing further.

"Just what do you think you're doing, young man?" Slurring her words, while laughing, she tried to keep a straight face and look at him with seriousness. "I'm not that kind of woman that you can feel my breasts and finger my nipples through my bra and then cup my pussy though my panty, without giving me something in return," she said with a long, thoughtful pause, while giving him an indignant look, before giving him a sexy look. "How dare you think that you can ravish my body, without allowing me the same pleasure."

"Something in return? What do you mean, Mom?" He knew exactly what she meant. A teasing game she enjoyed playing, ready to take the next step with her, he couldn't wait to see where this would go.

"I mean, if you're going to grope me, then I want to grope you, too. What's good for the goose is good for the gander. Stand up," she ordered giggling, while reaching her hand up to unbuckle and unbutton his pants.

Forget about having just crossed the incestuous line, the sound of his zipper was the incestuous line being torn to shreds. Jason held his breath, when his mother pulled down his zipper and flailed open his pants to expose his shirttails and underwear. This was it. Not a sexual fantasy and not a dream, this was really happening in real time. This was what he had been waiting for and masturbating over for years. His mother was finally going to see his cock. 

He gasped, when she grabbed his cock through his underwear with her manicured fingers. Even through his layer of thin cotton, the heat of his hand heightened his sexual arousal for her. Slowly, while looking at him with those big, green eyes so lovingly, in the way that only a mother can look at her son, she only broke her eye contact to peer down at his underwear clad cock. She felt the length of him with her hand, while teasing him with her fingers. Then, she took hold of his cock through his briefs, as if she was reaching her hand in the meat tray to take out a kielbasa to cook. When, she reached down inside his pants and cupped his balls through the thin cotton material of his underwear, he thought he'd prematurely ejaculate.

The sexual sensations that flowed through his body consumed him in his desire for her. In shocked excitement, unable to utter a single word, he watched his mother fondle his cock through his briefs. Then, when she tugged on his elastic band, she looked up at him, before peeking inside. Then, reaching her hand inside, she took hold of his naked cock and pulled him out, while holding him gently in her hand. A sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't believe what he was seeing. His mother was staring at his cock. His mother was holding his erect cock in her hand, while staring at his big prick. His mother was smiling jubilantly, as if she had just won the grand prize at the county fair.

"Oh, my God, Mother," he said looking down at his cock in his mother's hand. "What are you doing?"

"What? Is there something wrong, honey? Am I squeezing your penis too hard, dear? I'm not hurting you, am I, sweetheart?" She tightened her grip, while laugh at his embarrassment, and slowly stroking him. 

"No, not at all," he said breathlessly.

"You have such a beautiful, big penis, dear," she said. As if it was a big boo-boo, she leaned down to kiss the head of his cock in the way she kissed his scratched arm and scrapped knees so many times.

"It just feels so damn good for you to touch me in that sexual way," he said staring down at her hand, while wishing that she'd follow her kiss through and take him in her mouth. 

"Jason! What did I tell you about cussing? Damn is not allowed in my house," she said knocking him out of his sexual dream state. "People would think that I didn't raise you right in the way that you cuss, sometimes," she said looking up at him.

"Sorry, Mommy," he said reverting back to being her little boy, while thinking how ridiculous it was for her scold him for cussing, when she was sitting there nearly naked and holding his erect prick in her hand.

"I just love the feel and the weight and the size of your big prick, Jason," she said slowly stroking him to a bigger erection. "I never imagined my son's cock would feel so good in my hand."

"You're making me so hot for you, Mom."

"I'm glad that I can do that for you, baby," she said stroking her son a little faster. "You have such a beautiful cock, Jason. You really do and I like that your prick is so hard for Mommy," she said pulling him down beside her by his big prick.

As soon as Jason sat beside her on the couch, they started French kissing again. Only this time, with his mother giving him a slow, loving hand job, Jason unbuttoned the rest of the buttons of her blouse, before reaching behind her to unsnap her bra.

"It's a front snapper, honey," she said. "Would you like me to unsnap it for you?"

"Yes, Mom, please," he said, as if answering her in the affirmative for a double serving of melon.

She reached her hands forward to unsnap her bra and released her breasts to the pleasure of her son's horny hands. As soon as he saw them, he stopped kissing her to stare at her exposed breasts. A woman, ordinarily so modest, so religious, and so judgmental of others, he couldn't believe that she willingly and so easily, unsnapped her bra for the pleasure of her son. The first time seeing his mother's tits close up and in their entirety, he couldn't believe his eyes. She had a real rack. A beautiful pair of jugs and he couldn't wait to touch, feel, fondle, caress, and suck.

Desensitized by a barrage of X rated movies, R rated TV, and pornography videos on the Internet, even though they were, indeed, his mother's tits, his mother's actual, naked tits, he couldn't believe that he was seeing his mother's tits. Having wanted to see her breasts for so long, perhaps, it was the alcohol that made him doubt that he was seeing his mother's breasts. Yet, even though he was truly seeing his mother's tits, from this close up angle, without seeing her face in the same shot, her tits could be anyone's naked breasts. Continually, he stared from her breasts to her face to make him realize that he was seeing his mother's tits. Not being a mortician, a forensic criminologist, or even a plastic surgeon, who specializes in breast implants, he needed to lean back in his seat, and away from his mother, to get the full effect of the view of his mother's face, along with her naked breasts.

Viola! It worked. Seeing her pretty face together with her big tits is what he needed to make him believe that he was actually seeing his mother's tits. Indeed, seeing the two together, her beautiful face and her big breasts, is what made him a believer. Now, not a dream. Not a sexually fantasy. Now he truly believed that he was seeing his mother's tits.

As if about to reach out to touch a treasure chest of gold and precious jewels that were locked away beneath her bra, as if he was reaching out to turn the key to start a Mustang 500 Cobra, he felt her naked tits in his hands and fingered her nipples, while she continued stroking his cock and as they continued to French kiss. Now, the more he played with her exposed nipples, the hotter she became. If this was Heaven, he could die now. No woman he's ever kissed, no woman he's ever touched and felt, no woman he's shown his cock to, has sexually excited him more than has his mother.

"Do you like Mommy's tits, Jason?" She broke off from his kiss to look down at her exposed breasts with him, before looking up at his eyes.

"Do I love you tits? I love your tits, Mom. You have beautiful breasts," he said staring at them, while feeling them, fondling them, and caressing her perfect tits in his big hands, while fingering, squeezing, pulling, twisting, and turning her erect nipples.

A game she enjoyed playing by asking him questions that had obvious answers, if his college tests were as easy, he'd be studying at Harvard, instead of at a state college.

"Do you like Mommy's nipples, Jason?"

"I love your nipples, Mom. They're so big and hard," he said looking down at her nipples that he held between his fingers, while pulling them, turning them, and twisting them. "I can't wait to suck them."

"I love the feel of your hard cock in my hand. It's been a long time, since Mommy has felt a cock in her hand and the fact that I'm feeling my son's cock in my hand makes the sexual sensation so much more thrilling," she said, as if she was Katy Perry, whispering his lust for him in his ear, as he fondled her tits. "Mommy has your cock in her hand, Jason," she said with a giggle. "Suck my nipples, Jason. Take mommy's tits in your mouth and suck them. Mommy needs to feel your mouth on her nipples."

He leaned down to suck her nipples, first one and then the other, while she squeezed his cock harder and stroked him faster. Then they started French kissing again, only this time, even more passionately. Now, inevitable, he knew that it would be only a matter of time, before they'd be licking, sucking, and fucking. Without a doubt, they'd be having hot sex soon.

This time, no, not this time, when he lifted her short skirt high enough to expose her white panty, she didn't stop him from looking at her, touching her, groping her, and feeling her panty clad pussy. Instead of stopping him, she spread her knees and thighs wider to allow him access to her moist cunt. He was suddenly nervous about touching his mother in her most sacred place, the holiest of holy places, a place where he had emerged from inside of her womb, as a baby at birth. In pretending that she was someone else, he replaced the thought of her as his mother with the thought of her as a sexual woman, Elizabeth and/or his real life, very own, Jennifer Lopez. In the way that he'd love to finger Jennifer Lopez's pussy and in the way that he'd love to lick Jennifer Lopez's pussy, before fucking Jennifer Lopez's pussy, he couldn't wait to finger, lick, and fuck his mother's pussy.

Tracing and gently rubbing her pussy slit through her panty with one hand, while feeling her breast and fingering her nipple with his other hand, he kissed and kissed her. Then, as he did before, he cupped her pussy again but, this time, he pushed a finger against her panty clad hole. Apparently, perhaps, as if it was his cock, she enjoyed the sensation of his finger pushing against her pussy opening, and she responded by fondling the head of his erect prick with her fingers. Then, pushing her panty aside with his index finger and navigating his mother's pussy through her untrimmed forest of dark brown, pubic hair, he slowly reached his finger inside of her to feel her warm wetness.

Ready to fuck him, she was already so wet. Ready for his fingers to fuck her, his fingers slid right in and probed the inside of his mother's cunt. He was finger fucking his mother's cunt now. He couldn't believe that he was finger fucking his mother, while rubbing her clit. He was touching his mom, where he always wanted to touch his mother and where no son should ever touch his mother. More than that, with her head back and her eyes closed, playing her role as the cougar in heat, obviously, she wanted him to touch her there.

"Oh," she cooed. As soon as he touched her, finger fucked her, and rubbed her clit. Then, when he continued playing with her pussy and fucked her deeper, she gasped and closed her eyes.

"What? Sorry, Mom. Did I hurt you?"

To be continued...



Mom Strips Naked for Nude Day Ch. 17



Chapter 17 - Mommy Needs to Cum

"Oh," she cooed, as soon as he touched her, fingered her pussy, and rubbed her clit. She was so wet. Then, when he continued playing with her pussy and fucked her deeper with his long, stiff finger, she gasped, "Oh, my God," and closed her eyes.

"What? Sorry, Mom," he said withdrawing his finger. "Did I hurt you?"

"Hurt me? No, don't be silly," she laughed, while taking his hand, holding it, and pushing his finger deep back inside of her. "You're pleasuring me, baby. You're giving Mommy just want she wants and just what she needs. It's been a long time, since someone touched me there, like that, and in that way," she said looking in his eyes, before leaning in to him to kiss him and to whisper in his ear. "I love you, Jason."

"I love you, too, Mom," he said.

Her lips were still pursed so close to his ear that he felt she was about to tell him a secret and was surprised, when she did.

"Fuck me, Jason. Fuck your mother. Fuck me with your long, stiff fingers. Mommy needs to cum. Make Mommy cum, Jason. Make Mommy your sexy bitch," she whispered, before inserting her tongue in his ear and swirling it around and making him sexually crazy, while blowing her warm breath in his ear.

As if her tongue was the secret switch that turned him on, Jason probed his mother deeper, while she stroked him faster, as they kissed and kissed. He was finger fucking her now, really finger fucking her. Just as he couldn't believe that he was French kissing his mother, he couldn't believe that he was finger fucking his mother. Using one finger to keep her wet and another finger to keep her excited, every time he rubbed and pressed on her clit, she moaned her pleasure, while stroking his cock faster. She was so slippery wet anyway, that he almost didn't need a second finger.

A fantasy come true, even though he thought about it, dreamed about it, and wrote endlessly about it, he never thought he'd be having sex with his mother, when all he wanted her to do was to strip naked. How in the Hell did that lead to this? Never thinking that she'd agree to ever strip naked in the first place, forget about having sex with him, he never thought he'd be kissing her, French kissing her, while she held his erect cock in her hand and stroked him. Yet, here he was, with her tits hanging out of her bra and totally exposed and pleasuring his mother's pussy with his fingers. Even though the kissing and the sex was exciting, he couldn't wait, until she was standing before him naked.

Every time he inserted his finger deeper, as if his finger was his cock, she gasped with sexual excitement. He loved it, when she cooperated by leaning her pelvis forward, as if she was humping his finger and trying to take his finger in deeper. Even when he wrote his stories, even when he imagined what his mother would look like naked and what she'd be like, when having sex with her, he never imagined it would be like this. He never imagined she'd be such a sexually willing partner. He never imagined that she'd want him, as much as he wanted her. A dream come true, he was overloaded with sexual excitement for his mother's hot body.

In the way she sat like a lady, talked to him in the way that a mother talked to her son, he never thought she'd agree to any of this. In the way she's so religious and devoted to God, the genuine article, a real holier than thou, church woman, once without her clothes and her Bible, he never thought his mother would be so sexual. Little did he know. What did he know? Being that she was older, albeit only 39-years-old, and didn't have a man in her life, he figured sex was over for her. He was so naive to think that, yet, with her being his mother, a son never thinks that his mother is as horny and as sexual as he is and, boy, was she ever.

Except for all the accidental up skirt views of her panties and the up nightgown flashes of her pussy, except for all the down blouse flashes of her bra, and the down nightgown views of her tits, other than very brief glimpses, he never saw any part of his mother's body before, especially in the way that he was enjoying staring at her nearly naked body now. In the way that she's so hungry for his cock, he couldn't help but wonder if all her flashes were not accidental but purposeful. He tried to remember back to all the times that, whether accidental or purposeful, that she flashed him her panties, pussy, bra, and tits.

Wouldn't it be something, if his mother had been teasing him all this time? Wouldn't it be something, if his mother knew that he wrote erotic, incestuous stories about her and had been reading all he wrote, all along? Wouldn't it be something, if she had seduced him in the way that he thought he was seducing her? Wouldn't it be something, if she wanted him, as much as he wanted her. Obviously, in the way that she was squirming all over the couch and moaning, he now knew that she wanted him, as much as he wanted her.

In the way she was acting now, so sexual and so delighted by his lips and fingers, he wished he had tried something like this with her before, but who knew? Who knew? For sure, he didn't know that his mother was like this. Even though he had thought about it, he never thought for one second that his church going, Bible thumping, uptight, so judgmental of a mother would ever be interested in him, as her lover. Yet, maybe with the time not right then, definitely, for whatever reason, the time was right now.

Look at her, with her blouse flayed wide open and her big tits hanging out and with her skirt raised waist high and her panty exposed and skewed to the side, she's squirming and she's moaning. She's so ready to be fucked. If he put his lips up to her pussy right now, she'd grabbed two handfuls of his hair and pull him forward to lick her, while fingering her. If he put his cock by her mouth right now and ran it the length of her lips, she'd take him inside her mouth, while stroking him and sucking him.

"Your hand feels so good on my cock, Mother, only, I'm getting a zipper burn," he said looking down at his exposed penis.

"Oh, sorry, honey," she said letting go of his cock to hook up her bra, before leaning down to kiss the side of his erect prick, where the redness appeared.

She actually kissed his cock. His mother, the star of his sexual fantasies and the main character of his erotic, incestuous stories, just kissed his cock. He couldn't believe that his mother just kissed his cock.

"Oh, my God, Mother, you just kissed my cock," said Jason in shock excitement, while putting his cock back in his underwear.

"I'd do a lot more than just kiss your cock, if you cock was as exposed as my tits have been, before I put them back in my bra," she said looking at the bulge his cock made in his underwear.

"Jesus, Mother," he said not realizing by all his references to God and Jesus that he was so religious, but his nearly naked mother had a way of evoking a born again religion in him with her incestuous sexuality.

She looked up at him with the deranged sexual look that he usually has on his face, when masturbating over the thoughts of her naked.

"Take off your pants, honey," she demanded, "and I'll remove my blouse, bra, skirt, and panty. It's all part of your story, anyway," she said slurring her words again. "You wanted to see me naked. Right?"

"Yes, Mother, that's right. It's all about my story. Me writing my story was all about seeing you naked," he said nervous that she was calling his bluff by not only stripping off her clothes but also by giving him sex.

Even though he wanted her to give him sex, even though he fantasized about her giving him sex, while writing about them having sex, now that she was about to give him sex, he was frightened by all the forbidden ramifications of having sex with his mother. She looked at him, before leaning down to take another sip of her wine. Then, she staggered to stand in readiness to remove her blouse, bra, skirt, and panty. 

"C'mon, c'mon, you too. I'm standing here in my underwear with my ass, tits, and pussy nearly hanging out and exposed to my son, the least you can do is to show Mommy your cock," she said removing her blouse, unhooking and removing her bra, unbuttoning, unzipping, and allowing her skirt to fall to the floor, before removing her panty. 

Finally, there she was. With nothing but her believe in God and her love for her son, she was naked. As if she was the first woman he had ever seen naked, he stared at her big, hanging breasts, her areolas, and her nipples, before staring down at her somewhat trimmed, albeit bushy pussy, before looking around her to see her round ass. She was naked alright. His mother was naked. Yet, no longer thinking about his story, he was more thinking about having sex with his mother's naked body. Giving him a shrug of her shoulders with her eyebrows raised and her palms facing up, she gave him a look, while waiting for him to strip.

"Okay," he said with a laugh.

Jason kicked off his shoes and removed his pants and underwear. Just as she was totally exposed to her son, he was finally totally exposed to his mother, too. Incestuous sexual excitement overwhelmed him. If it wasn't enough that his mother had stripped naked, if it wasn't enough that he was seeing his mother's nude body, her breasts, her pussy, and her ass, and if it wasn't enough that he was standing before her naked, too, he knew they were about to have sex. Christmas in July, Elizabeth's naked and willing body was the best Christmas gift that she could ever give him and that he could ever receive.

Way beyond crossing the line, already way past the point of no return, this was it. This was really it. Seeing his mother naked, this was what he so wanted. Seeing his mother naked, this what he so imagined happening during all of his masturbation sessions about her and in all of his erotic incestuous stories about her. Now that he finally got what he wished for, he was suddenly and inexplicably afraid.

His sexual fantasy come true, he was seeing his mother naked. His sexual fantasy come true, he was showing his erect cock to his mother and she was staring at his big prick. Sticking straight out, as if imitating a diving board, by the sight of his naked mother, his cock was the hardest it's ever been. His sexual fantasy finally realized, he was about to lick and fuck his mother, while she sucked and fucked him, too. Sexual fantasies don't get any better than this, but this was no sexual fantasy. This was real. This was really happening.

"How's that?" Encouraged by her immodest and immoral nakedness and fueled by his incestuous desire for her, he stood in front of his mother, while turning side to side to show her his erect cock.

"Better," she said reaching out to take him in her hand again, before leaning down to pull him to her mouth to kiss his cock. "Much better," she said.

He watched her, as she fell to her knees, a vision he had imagined hundreds of times. She gazed up at him with her big, green eyes, while showering his cock with kisses, before she flicked out her tongue to lick the head of his big prick. The image of his naked mother kneeling there before him with her hand around his cock and his prick poised by her mouth was like nothing he had ever imagined.

"Oh, Mother," he said quivering with the anticipation of her taking him past her red, full lips.

"You have a beautiful cock, Jason. It's so big and so hard. I just love my little boy's prick. I can't wait to take you in my mouth to suck you," she said looking up at him and smiling. "Would you like that, Jason? Would you like Mommy to suck you? Would you like Mommy to blow you? Would you like to cum in Mommy's mouth?"

Even though he so wanted her to blow him, even though he knew her giving him a blowjob was about to happen, with all of her erotic questions about sucking him, blowing him, and cumming in her mouth, as if all a dream, she awakened him.

"Mom! Pardon me? Did you just ask me, if I'd like for you to suck me? Did you just ask me, if I'd like to cum in your mouth?"

With his mind reeling with the hundreds of incestuous fantasies that he had about his mother naked and giving him sex, not only couldn't he believe what he was seeing but also he couldn't believe what he heard her just ask. Did she really ask him that or was he just thinking that and fantasizing about her asking him that? A long time sexual fantasy come true to receive a blowjob from his mother, his mind was filled with his topless mother on her knees and blowing him, while looking up at him and stroking him. Then, when he looked down again, there she was.

"Yes, I did ask you, if you want me to suck you and I did ask you, if you'd like to cum in my mouth," she said with a sly, sexy laugh. "Actually, I can't wait to excite my baby boy so much that he'd cum for Mommy in her mouth," she said licking the entire length of his cock and cupping his balls, before swirling her tongue around the head of his big prick, while looking up at him. "I can't wait to taste your cum, Jason, and to swallow your cum," she said continually looking up at him with as much sexual lust for him, as he had for her.

"Oh, my God, Mom. That feels so good. Suck my cock, Mom. Suck me. Blow me, Mommy. I so need to cum in your mouth."

"It's been a long time, since Mommy had a cock in her hand, never mind in her mouth. It's been a long time, since Mommy has given anyone a blowjob," she said removing his cock from her mouth to speak, while stroking him faster and reinserting his cock in her mouth to suck him deeper, before removing him from her mouth to speak again. "I want to give my son the best, damn blowjob of his young life, so that he can write the best damn Mom Strips Naked for Nude Day story and win the Nude Day contest. But first, you must do something for me," she said slurring her words with another giggle, while reaching for her wine glass on the coffee table to take another sip of wine.

He figured, for her to be slurring her words, for her to be kneeling there naked, and for her to suck his cock that, definitely she was drunk. For her to be cussing, definitely, she was even drunker than he thought she was. For her to question him about sucking him, giving him a blowjob, and cumming in her mouth, she's had way too much to drink. Only, if getting his mother drunk was the only way for her to strip off her clothes and to suck and fuck him, then so be it.

"What, Mother, anything, anything? You just name it, just ask me," said Jason willing to do anything for his mother for her to blow him, for him to cum in her mouth, and for her to swallow him.

She wiggled her index finger, beckoning him to lean down to her. Bending at the waist, he moved his ear closer to his mother's mouth. He stared down at her kneeling before him with his big, hard prick in her small, soft hand. He watched her slowly stroke him, while gazing up at him. He looked down at her big breasts just waiting for him to touch them, feel them, and suck them. A long time coming, he couldn't wait to begin their forbidden sexual relationship.

"I want, no, I need for you to lick my pussy," she said slurring her words with a giggle, while whispering in his ear again, as if she didn't want anyone else to hear, even though they were alone. "I want you to lick me, while finger fucking me, and playing with my clit and fingering my nipples. I want to feel your face up against my warm, wet pussy and your tongue inside my cunt. I want you to make Mommy feel good. I want you to make Mommy cum," she said whispering and giggling her incestuous, sexual desire for her son with intoxication in his ear. "Would you mind licking Mommy pussy first, before Mommy sucks your cock? A long time, since I sucked someone's cock, Jason, it's been even longer, since anyone has licked my pussy. It's been a long time, since I've had an orgasm, Jason. Will you give Mommy an orgasm?"

Normally, whenever he's seen his mother on her knees, with Bible in hand, she's praying. Now, as if she's praying to him to give her all that she wants and needs, he was thrilled to fulfill her sexual desires with the thoughts that she'd be fulfilling his soon, too. He couldn't believe his mother said all of that to him. Making him crazy with all of her dirty talk, hearing her say all the things he's fantasized her saying and all the things that he's written about her saying in his stores was beyond erotic. It was surreal.

He could only imagine the pillow talk he'd have with her, if they were in bed, now, instead of poised on the living room carpet. No doubt, if she wasn't inebriated, she'd never talk dirty to him in that way, that's for sure. So uptight before, she'd never confess her sexual desires to him. Now, his very own cougar to physically use and sexually abuse, she was a wild woman willing to suck his cock, so long as he gave her an orgasm by licking her pussy. Always the ever obedient son, how could he say no to his mother? How could he refuse her request for an orgasm, when he was hoping to receive the same from her? Cunt for cock, it was only fair that he lick her and give her an orgasm, before she sucked him and made him cum in her mouth.

To be continued...



Mom Strips Naked for Nude Day Ch. 18



Chapter 18 - I'm Going to Lick You, Now.

"I want, no, I need for you to lick my pussy," she said slurring her words with a giggle, while whispering in his ear again, as if she didn't want anyone else to hear, even though they were alone. "I want you to lick me, while finger fucking me, and playing with my clit and fingering my nipples. I want to feel your face up against my warm, wet pussy and your tongue inside my cunt. I want you to make Mommy feel good. I want you to make Mommy cum," she said whispering and giggling her incestuous, sexual desire for her son with intoxication in his ear. 

"Oh, Mother," he said with excitement.

"Would you mind licking Mommy pussy first, before Mommy sucks your cock? A long time, since I sucked someone's cock, Jason, it's been even longer, since anyone has licked my pussy. It's been a long time, since I've had an orgasm, Jason. Will you give Mommy an orgasm? Mommy needs to cum in your mouth."

Normally, whenever he's seen his mother on her knees, with Bible in hand, she's praying. Now, as if she's praying to him to give her all that she wants and needs, an orgasm with his tongue and fingers, he was thrilled to fulfill her sexual desires with the thoughts that she'd be fulfilling his soon, too. Asking him all that she wanted him to do, he couldn't believe his mother said all of that to him. Making him crazy with all of her dirty talk, hearing her say all the things he's fantasized her saying and all the things that he's written about her saying in his stores was beyond erotic. It was surreal.

He could only imagine the pillow talk he'd have with her, if they were in bed, now, instead of poised on the living room carpet. No doubt, if she wasn't inebriated, she'd never talk dirty to him in that way, that's for sure. So uptight before, she'd never confess her sexual desires to him. Now, his very own cougar to physically use and sexually abuse, she was a wild woman willing to suck his cock, so long as he gave her an orgasm by licking her pussy. Always the ever obedient son, how could he say no to his mother? How could he refuse her request for an orgasm, when he was hoping to receive the same from her? Cunt for cock, it was only fair that he lick her and give her an orgasm, before she sucked him and made him cum in her mouth.

"I'd love to lick your pussy, Mommy. Only, if you don't mind, I must call you Jennifer or Elizabeth. The connotation of me licking my mother's cunt," he said afraid to use the word but needing to use to word, especially after she just used it, excited him. "Licking my mother's cunt is something my friends used to tease one another about doing. Now, here I am about to lick you, finger fuck you, and make you cum."

"Of course, Jason, I mean, Ryan. I'm sorry. I forgot this isn't real and we're just play acting for the purpose or you writing your Nude Day story," she said breathlessly, while standing and wrapping her arm around her son's neck and pulling him down to the couch and to her pussy. "So long as you lick my cunt, you can call me anything you want, even call me your bitch," she said whispering in his ear, while laughing with intoxication.

"I could never call you my bitch, Mom. That's just too nasty. Right now, at this moment, when I'm about to lick your pussy, I prefer calling you Elizabeth, if you don't mind, so that I don't think that I'm about to eat my mother's cunt. Then, again, right now, at this moment, especially when I'm about to eat your pussy, because it's so exciting, I can't help but think that I'm going down on my mother."

She slouched down more on the couch and opened her legs wider, while touching herself. With her tits hanging there waiting to be touched and sucked and he legs wide open, she was so vulnerably exposed. He watched his mother's skilled fingers play with her clit and probe herself deeper. What took him minutes to excite her with his finger only took seconds for her to do the same. On the verge of giving herself an orgasm, she pulled him to her.

"Oh, Mother," he said reaching out his tongue to lick her.

Unlike the way she was so ready to suck his cock, he was suddenly reticent to lick his mother's pussy. Nonetheless the nasty connotation that he had in his mind about licking his mother, put there from his friends, when teasing one another about their mothers, he put his feeling aside, once he started licking, licking, and licking her. Once he started licking her and fingering her, he was enjoying the experience of licking and playing with his mother's pussy. In the way that he'd love to put a hand behind her head to hump her mouth and fuck her face, while his mother sucked his cock, his mother put her hands on each side of his head and pulled him closer for him to lick her deeper. Immersed in her warm wetness, he was really licking his mother's pussy now.

"After you give me an orgasm with your mouth, your fingers, and your tongue," she said looking down at him looking up at her, while running her fingers through his hair, "you can even fuck me later. Mommy needs a good fuck from her lover boy. Yeah, baby, how would you like to stick your big, hard prick in Mommy's warm, wet pussy? Would you like to fuck Mommy? Mommy would love to fuck you," she said not waiting for him to answer. His mouth was too busy eating her to talk anyway.

"Oh, yes, Mommy. I'd love to fuck you," he said finally coming up for some air with his face wet and glistening with his mother's pussy juices.

As soon as she saw his face so wet, she reached for him and pulled him up to her and passionately kissed him. No doubt, the sight of herself all over her son's face aroused her. Fueled by the desire to fuck his mother, after giving her an orgasm by eating her, Jason slid his body down the length of her and fell between his mother's legs again. Before he could even stick out his tongue to lap her and to lick her, as if his whole face was a giant tongue, she pulled his face into her wetness and, holding his head in place, she rubbed his face along the entire length and width of her pussy.

Licking and licking her, he probed her with his long, stiff fingers, while rubbing her clit. Licking and licking her, whether licking her with his tongue or probing her with his fingers, his mother reacted to his every lick with a squirm and to his every touch with a gasp. Never has he been with such a proactive, sexual partner, when eating a woman's pussy, in the way she was so proactive, when he was eating his mother's cunt. She wasn't shy in telling him what she wanted and he wasn't shy in giving her what she needed.

Reaching up to caress her big breasts, while fingering her hard nipples, he soon realized that the more he played with her nipples, while licking her pussy, the more excited she became. Humping his mouth, while cooing, she wasn't kidding that her nipples were her erogenous zones. Wanting to be the ever obedient son, wanting to do a good job of eating his mother, licking his plate clean in fulfilling her every sexual desire, as if he was sitting at the dinner table, he wanted to not only give his mother an orgasm but also he wanted to give his mother the best orgasm she ever had.

He knew that if he got his mother off, that she'd get him off, too. He knew that if he pleasured her by licking her cunt that she'd pleasure him by sucking his cock. Cunt for cock, he could only imagine the blowjob she'd give him, after giving his mother an orgasm. Cunt for cock, he couldn't wait to finally see his mother on her knees with his hard, hairy cock in her mouth. Licking, licking, and licking his mother, he continued fingering his mother, while licking her.

"Oh, Jason. Oh, my God, Jason. Oh, yeah. Ohhhhh, Jason. Oh, yeah, baby. That's it. Right there. That's the spot. Don't stop. Lick me right, baby, right there. Lick me, lick me, lick me, just don't stop licking me and fingering me. Don't stop, baby. Don't stop. Fuck me, Jason. Fuck me with your fingers. Deeper. Deeper. Oh, yeah, baby deeper, harder, and faster. Oh, my God, Jason, I'm going to cum. I'm going to cum. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Mommy is going to cum in your mouth, my sweet boy. Mommy is cumming. Please don't stop," she said grabbing two handfuls of his hair and pulling his face closer to her pussy. "Lick me, Jason. Lick me. Fuck me with your fingers. Make Mommy Cum. Play with my nipples with your other hand. Oh, yeah, that's it. Pull my nipples. Squeeze my tits hard, harder. Lick me, Jason, lick me. Oh, God! Oh, God! Oh, God!"

Pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples, while feeling, fondling, caressing, and squeezing her tits, she had her first orgasm with her son's face between her legs, before having a second orgasm, when he continued eating her pussy. His mother is multi-orgasmic. Who knew? He wished her was, too.

"I'm going to give you another orgasm, Mother," he said continuing to lick and lick her.

Now that she was so hot, ready, and vulnerable, he just couldn't pull himself away from between her legs to stop. With his face full of his mother's cunt, all he could think of, while finger fucking and licking his mother, was that he was such a good boy eating his mother's pussy. Something he always fantasized about doing, a sexual dream come true, licking his mother's pussy, while finger fucking her, as he played with her nipples, he was doing all of that now. Giving his mother sexual pleasure was like nothing he had ever imagined. So loving with her, she was so grateful for him.

As soon as she had her second orgasm, before she could even bask in the afterglow and catch her wind, he wiped his face with his hand and mounted her. Invigorated by the incestuous fact that his mother's sexual excitement was all over his face and up his nose, it excited him, a gross understatement, that his sexual partner was his mother. Flushed with a mix of testosterone and adrenaline, as if he was armed with a double dose of Viagra, as soon as the head of his cock touched his mother's warm, wet, slippery pussy, she pulled him right inside with her fingers.

Humping and humping her, as if he was humping the real Jennifer Lopez, he humped his mother and she returned his humps with hers, as if he was Ryan Reynolds. It wasn't long, before she caught her second wind and returned his humps, even harder. Making love to his mother, he was fucking his mother now. Making love to her son, she was really fucking him now. He couldn't believe he was fucking his mother and his mother was fucking him. Then, she rolled him over and he couldn't believe this was really happening.

With his mother on top of him, sitting up on his cock, with her big tits bouncing up and down and side to side, as if she was riding a mechanical bull in a bar, he harnessed her tits with his hands. At first, Jason was fucking his mother, but now, she was fucking him. Now, instead of making love, instead of kissing and kissing, they were fucking, really fucking. With his mother returning every long, hard hump of her son with her own, they were now in a tight, hard, fucking rhythm, as if they were one body. Then, eventually slowing down their pace, making love now, he rolled her over and with his thrusts slower, he was inside of her deeper. When he felt her getting ready to cum, again, when she clutched him so hard that he thought she'd skin him alive with her fingernails, he quickened and increased his humps harder, faster, and deeper.

"Oh, my God, Jason. I'm going to cum. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Don't stop. I can't believe I'm going to cum through intercourse. That's a first for me," she said breathlessly. "Fuck me, Jason. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Fuck me deeper. Fuck me faster. Just fuck me, fuck me, fuck me. Fuck Mommy, Jason. Fuck Mommy. Fuck me. Fuck me. Fuck. Fuck me harder, Jason. Hump me harder. Oh, my God! I'm cumming! Mommy's cumming. Oh, my God! Oh, God! Oh, God!"

Such a dirty girl, he couldn't believe his mother loved dirty talking in bed. This time, after her third orgasm, he allowed her time enough to recoup. Spent himself, he couldn't believe he not only ate his mother twice and gave her an orgasm twice but also he fucked his mother. He gave her three, strong orgasms, two with his mouth and fingers and one with his cock. With her arms and legs still tightly wrapped around his sweating body, she hugged him, as if he was about to go off to war.

"I love you, Mother," he said giving her a deep, wet kiss.

"I love you, Jason, my dear, sweet boy," she said returning his deep, wet kiss.

Still having the taste of his mother in his mouth and with all her wetness all over his face, his cock, and his pubic hair, he felt sexually alive. Something he imagined doing for years, he finally did. The real incestuous experience of having sex with his mother was nothing that he could have imagined and ever written about, until he experienced licking her and fucking her himself. Now, fueled with a new inspiration, he couldn't wait to return to his story. Only, when he looked down, still reeling over licking and fucking his mother, Elizabeth was already kneeling between his legs. His sexual fantasy come true. With his cock in her hand and poised by her mouth, she slowly stroked him, while looking up at him. His mother was about to blow him. His mother was ready, willing, and waiting to suck his cock.

To be continued...



Mom Strips Naked for Nude Day Ch. 19



Chapter 19 - I'm Going to Suck You, Now.

Still having the taste of his mother in his mouth and with all her wetness all over his face, his cock, and his pubic hair, invigorated from eating his Mom's pussy, he felt sexually alive. Something he imagined doing for years, not only seeing his mother naked but also having sex with her, he finally did. He couldn't believe it. Not only did he eat her pussy but also he gave her two orgasms, while eating her pussy and fingering her nipples. Not only did he fuck his mother but also he gave her an orgasm through intercourse, the first she's ever had.

Now glad that she found his binder of erotic, incestuous stories about her and glad that he convinced his mother to strip off her clothes and show him her naked body, he was glad that she took his sexual fantasy a step further, by enticing him to have sex with her. The real incestuous experience of having sex with his mother was nothing that he could have imagined and ever written about, until he experienced seeing her naked, making out with her, licking her, and fucking her himself. Now, fueled by a renewed inspiration to write, he couldn't wait to return to his story. He couldn't wait to write the best story of his life, Mom Strips Naked on Nude Day.

Only, when he looked down, still reeling over licking and fucking his mother, still tasting her in his mouth, Elizabeth was ready already and kneeling between his legs, while adoringly looking up at him with motherly love. His sexual fantasy come true, he had imagined her on her knees, between his legs, and looking up at him with her big, green eyes a thousand times, while masturbating. Now, here she was, just as she was in his sexual fantasies. With his cock in her hand and poised by her mouth, she slowly stroked him, while looking up at him and smiling.

As if his cock was her wooden spoon, she gave him the same sexy smile and look she did, when beating the batter to make pancakes or mixing the batter to make chocolate cookies for him, instead of what she was doing now in beating his cock. He watched her hand moving up and down with her arm moving side to side, whether cooking or stroking his cock, she was making the same motion. Now, whenever she's making something, while holding a wooden spoon in her hand, instead of his engorged cock, he'll always have an erection. Now, whenever she's making something with a wooden spoon, he'll always think of this day, the first time she stroked his cock, before sucking his cock.

As if it was all a surreal dream, he had a difficult time processing that his mother was about to blow him. He couldn't believe it. After him giving her the pleasure of three orgasms, his mother was ready, willing, and waiting to suck his cock. Undeniably, he'll remember this day for the rest of his life, the first time and, hopefully, not the last time, she sucked his cock. He'll be jerking off over the sexy sight of his mother kneeling between his knees and looking up at him with his cock in her mouth, whenever he's horny and alone.

"I'm going to suck you, now, Jason," she said looking up at him with love in her eyes. "Because you gave Mommy such pleasure, because you gave Mommy three orgasms, I'm going to suck your cock in the way that no other woman will ever suck your cock. I'm going to give you the best blowjob you ever had and the best blowjob you'll ever have, that is, until I blow you again and again."

He touched her hair, before running his hand down the length of her cheek and to her chin, while looking at her adoringly. Then, with her poised on her knees in front of him, he ran a slow finger across her lips, while imagining her sucking him. She closed her eyes and flicked out her tongue, as if she was already licking him. Then, as if turning on the lights in a theatre, after the show, opening her eyes to awaken him from his sexual fantasy with reality, she stared up at him and took his finger in her mouth, as if she was already sucking him. This wasn't a fantasy. This was real. The image of his mother sucking his finger in the way that she was just about to suck his cock, was a memory she made for him to have.

"Suck me, Mom. Blow me, mother," said Jason reaching down with both hands to run his fingers through his mother's long, lush, dark brown hair in his readiness to hump her mouth and fuck her face. "I need to feel my cock in your mouth, Elizabeth. Blow me, Mommy," he said reaching down to cup her naked breasts and finger her erect nipples.

Kissing and kissing his cock, as if making love to his big prick, while licking the full length of him and pausing only to pay homage to his testicles with her lips and tongue, she swirled her tongue around the head of his engorged prick. Then, taking the head of his cock past her lips, before taking all of him in her mouth and sucking him, she looked up at him again with her big, green eyes and smiled. There's nothing more endearing and loving than having his mother smile up at him, while his cock is buried in her mouth. If it wasn't enough that she was blowing him, she made him feel that she was enjoying sucking his cock, as much as he was enjoying her sucking his cock. Maybe she was. It certainly appeared that she did.

With her tongue visibly swirling all around, giving him a real show, she moved his cock in and out of her mouth, so that he could see, while watching her sucking him. Better than any porn movie he's watched, the sight of his mother with his hard, hairy cock in her mouth was so exciting. Even though her cock sucking had just started, never has he received a blowjob more enjoyable and more sexually exciting.

Unable to help himself from thinking of her doing this to other men, he wondered how many men she sucked. He imagined her allowing him to watch her give someone a blowjob, sometime. He imagined having a threesome with one of her friends or his friends. Now, that they've both erased the incestuous line, forget about just crossing it, he imagined his mother wanting to swing with him, as much as he'd love to swing with her.

As she did, when French kissing him, while allowing him to feel her breasts and finger her nipples, she blanked his mind with her cock sucking skills. Never did he think his mother was a cocksucker and to find out that she's a great cocksucker was something that he'd never be proud to declare, that is, until now. Forget about blowing him, never did he ever think that she'd allow him to cum in her mouth, one day, and swallow him. Yet, here she was ready to do just that.

Now that he's experienced his mother's mouth and tongue in the way that most sons never experience their mothers tongue and mouth, she was right. Never has he received a blowjob like this before. Most, so called, nice women his age, just dabble, when sucking cock, that is, if they even suck cock at all. In comparison to the women he had been with and to the woman who have given him a blowjob, his mother was a real professional. If ever there was a need and by evidence of all the men who wanted to be with a woman, who enjoyed sucking cock, as much as they enjoyed having their cock sucked, she could give a course on how to suck cock. 

Most nice women his age don't allow him to cum in their mouths and never swallow him. Just as he'd soon find out, his mother was different. She already told that she wanted him to cum in her mouth. She already told him that she wanted to taste his cum. She already told him that she wanted to swallow his cum. Only, taking his time cumming. he didn't want this blowjob to end so soon. Reveling in the sight of his mother poised on her knees and between his legs with his cock in her mouth, while looking up at him with her big, beautiful, green eyes, he wanted this blowjob to last forever. Yet, his mother had other ideas.

Stroking him faster and harder, while sucking him tighter and deeper, unable to slow the feeling of excitement that he had, even when he tried thinking of other things, of income taxes, work, and mowing the lawn on a hot day, when he'd rather watch a baseball game, while drinking a beer, it didn't matter what he tried to think about. His mother was between his legs sucking his cock. Even though he tried to prolong it, even though he forced himself to think of anything else but his cock buried in his mother's mouth, it didn't much matter.

"Oh, my God, Mom. Jesus. Jesus, Mom," he said putting a hand to the back of her head and reciting his words, as if praying to God and thanking him for his mother. "Suck me, Mom. Suck me. I'm going to cum. Oh, my God. I can't believe I'm going to cum in my mother's mouth. Blow me, Mom. Suck me. Suck my cock. Oh, yeah, that's it. Right there. Stroke me. Stroke me, Mom. Stroke me faster. Good God your tongue feels so good. I'm cumming, Mom. I'm cumming!"

It didn't take him very long to cum in her mouth, actually, explode was more the word. True to her word, she swallowed every drop he gave her, before she licked him clean and continued sucking him, as if she was giving him a back-to-back blowjob. What a blowjob? What an incredible blowjob? Never in his life has he had such a blowjob and never in his life could he ever imagine having a blowjob better than the one his mother just gave him.

Yet, maybe because of the pressure of his cock being in her mouth, even though she continued to suck him, squeezed all the cum out of him, and licked him dry, as soon as she pulled his cock from his mouth, he exploded a second spurt. Perhaps the image of seeing her withdraw his cock from her mouth, made him explode a volume of cum across her face, hair, and breasts, he didn't know, but he was glad he had. The sight of his mother covered in his cum was nothing that he ever had imagined or could have had imagined. Seeing her like that was so sexually exciting. His cum was everywhere. Where did it all come from, he had so much cum?

Coating her hair, his cum dripped from her eyelashes, her nose, her mouth, and her chin. The sight of seeing his naked mother, so aroused by his incestuous lust that he had for her that he could be so sexually excited by her blowjob that he'd applaud her cock sucking skills with such, warm oozy praise, was the best compliment that he could have given her. As if she was a woman in a Japanese video, he gave his mother a real cum bath. Not expecting that, the second cumming, and splashing across her face in shocked surprise, she laughed, while wiping her face and hands with her panties. A newly emerging sexual fetish, there was something so sexually erotic about watching his mother wipe his cum from her face with her worn panties.

Never could he have imagined how good it felt for his mother to suck his cock and for him to cum in his mother's mouth. There was just no way that he could have described the warm, cozy, homey feeling of having his cock buried in his mother's mouth, until he experienced it for himself. Never could he have written about such a blowjob before. Now, he couldn't wait to write about her blowing him and to describe what her blowing him felt like, so that the reader can imagine that it was their mother sucking them, instead of his mother sucking him. Now, that he saw his mother naked and she saw him naked, now that he experienced his mother in the forbidden, incestuous, sexual way that no son should ever experienced his mother and that most sons fantasize about experiencing their mothers, he couldn't wait to finish his Nude Day story.

"Happy Nude Day," Jason, she said climbing up to him to bury her cum coated tongue in his mouth.

"Happy Nude Day, Mom," he said feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples, while kissing and kissing her.

He could taste himself on her, but he didn't care. If she was willing to blow him, if she was willing to allow him to cum in her mouth, and if she was willing to swallow him, what's a few drops of cum between mother and son?

"Oh, my God, Jason, I swear, if you start fingering my nipples, you're going to have to fuck me again."

"I love you big tits, Mom. Besides, as soon as I can, I want to fuck you again."

He pulled, turned, and twisted her nipples, before leaning down to suck them. Then, basking in the afterglow, they held one another, while lightly kissing, fondling, and touching. When he regained his strength, when his energy returned enough to harden his cock, he mounted her again. Only, she pushed him to the side and mounted him.

"It's my turn to fuck you, now," she said pinning his shoulders to the carpet with her palms. "Just as you've always wanted to fuck Mommy, Mommy has always wanted to fuck her son. I need to feel you cum inside me, Jason. Don't worry, even though I'd love to have your baby, Mommy can't get pregnant."

Sitting on top of him, as if she was riding the mechanical bull at Bob's Big Beef Barbeque, she reached behind herself to position his cock to slide inside of her. He imagined bringing her down to Bob's Big Beef Barbeque to ride the mechanical bull. He imagined her wearing a short skirt with bright white panties and a low cut, sheer top without the benefit of a bra to keep her tits from falling out of her blouse. With her skirt raised up past her crotch and her big tits totally exposed and bouncing side to side and up and down, he imagined her mounting and riding the mechanical bull. With the image of all the men watching her sexy, sexual bull riding display, with her giving him plenty of dirty pillow talk later, he imagined bringing her home and licking her and fucking her again, before she sucked his cock and he exploded the lust he had for her in her mouth.

As soon as she touched his cock with her fingers, his prick sprang back to life. Now, imbedded again in his mother, they slowly humped one another. With her arms in the air and her breasts bouncing up and down and side to side, Elizabeth rode her son, while fucking her son. Just when the rhythm was going faster and the humps harder, Jason turned his mother over and mounted her again. Now he was fucking her, really fucking her. Intent on cumming in her pussy, as soon as she had her fourth orgasm, he unloaded all he had to give inside of her.

Totally spent, they stayed like that for nearly an hour, before getting up to shower together. After experiencing such forbidden and sinful pleasure, their mother and son relationship would never be the same. So much better, if he knew the bliss he'd feel, after having sex with his mother, he would have had sex with her years ago. Now, inseparable, they did everything and went everywhere together. Moving to where no one knew they were mother and son, they lived as husband and wife.

Inspired to write Mom Strips Naked for Nude Day, after seeing his mother naked and experiencing her body, he wrote this story. The best story he's ever written. After winning the Nude Day contest by writing such a true, incestuous story, living with his mother as man and woman, he couldn't be happier.

To be continued...



Mom Strips Naked for Nude Day Ch. 01



"Your creative writing class?" She looked at him with shocked disbelief. "Do you read these stories about me in class in front of everyone, including your teacher?" She looked at him in horror. "I'm mortified. I'm humiliated," she said slapping his mattress with her hand. "I can never show my face at your university again with everyone now thinking that we have an intimate, incestuous relationship. How could you so violate me with your words? How could you so privately embarrass me and so publically humiliate me."

"No, mother. I haven't read any of these stories in class. These are just stories that I write on my own and--"

"And what?"

"I post them."

"You post them?" She looked at him with shock. "What do you mean, you post them? You post them where?" Not giving him a chance to answer, she repeated her question. "Where do you post these dirty stories about me fucking and sucking you?"

As soon as she said fucking and sucking him, he couldn't help but think of her naked. He couldn't help but think of her on her back with her legs spread ready to accept his hard cock in her warm, wet, tight pussy. With her finding his stash of erotic stories, with her now knowing his incestuous secret, with him so attracted to his mother before, it didn't take much to get him aroused now. His mind was filled with the forbidden imagined image of fucking his mother. His mind was filled with the imagined image of his mother on her knees and sucking his cock.

"I post them on the Internet," he said softly, not believing that he was telling her everything, but relieved, actually, that she knew his secret.

"What? Oh, my God," she said clutching her chest, as if she was having a heart attack. "You post them on the Internet? God help my poor boy," she said signing herself and looking up at the ceiling with her hands tightly pressed together, as if God was there looking down, while listening to her. "You post them to Facebook?"

"No, Mother. I don't post my stories on Facebook," said Jason.

"Oh, my God. Everyone knows your name, now. No! Oh, no! How dare you? What's wrong with you, Jason? I'm so embarrassed," she said staring at her son.

"Just as no one knows who you are, Mother, no one knows who I am," said Jason but falling on deaf ears, as his mother was no longer listening to what he had to say.

"We're going to make an appointment to see a psychiatrist today because there's something seriously wrong with you," she said waving her stiff, index finger at him. "For you to write such filthy, perverted, and incestuous stories about me, your own mother, that's so horribly disgusting. I have no words to express how badly I feel. I just can't believe all that you've written about me. I'm mortified."

"I don't use my real name, Mother. No one knows it's me writing the story about you or that it's even you in the story. I don't even use your real name or description," he said trying to calm her panic by assuaging her fears that her identity was not known worldwide. "You read my stories, nowhere does the name Elizabeth, Liz, or Beth appear in any of my stories. The name that I use for the mother's character is always the same. I use Julie and she's blonde with blue eyes and has D cup breasts, instead of a brunette with green eyes and C cup breasts."

"How do you know what bra cup size I am?" She looked at him with shocked embarrassment, while folding her arms across her breasts and reaching her hand up to clutch the collar of her blouse closed.

Oh, oh, he was busted again. He wondered now, if she suspected that he masturbated, while fondling her lingerie. Playing the innocent victim card, he persevered in his lies.

"I've seen your bras in the laundry hamper, Mommy," he said, as if he was still her little boy, while thinking about all the times he masturbated, while holding, feeling, and sniffing her bra and panty. "And I don't post the stories on Facebook," he said again, in case she didn't hear him say that the first time.

He loved her underwear. Maybe because they belonged to his mother, but her bras and panties were so erotically sexy. When all of his friends' mothers were older and fatter, his mother was a MILF of a mother. When all of his friends' mothers wore underwear bought from Wal-Mart and K-Mart, his mother wore Victoria Secrets' underwear. In a multitude of materials, styles, and colors, in the way that he's written so many times about her bra and panty, he'd love to see his mother model her sexy bra and panty just for him.

"What site is it that you post these dirty stories about me, then, if not Facebook?"

"Literotica."

"What? Liter what?"

"I post them to Literotica.

"Literotica? What is that some incestuous porn site for perverts and degenerates, who sexually fantasize about their mothers fucking them and sucking their cocks? Oh, God help me. My son has lost his mind to incest," she said looking up at the ceiling, while signing herself again.

Every time his mother used the words fuck and suck in reference to all the stories that he wrote about her, he was dizzy with sexual excitement. Every time his mother used the words fuck and suck in reference to all that he's written about her, he couldn't stop himself from imagining fucking his mother, after she sucked his cock.

"Literotica is a writing site and just as not all my stories are about you, not all my stories are dirty stories, I mean, erotic literature. I write some non-erotic stories, humor, poetry, and stories about other people, too."

"Why do you post them online, if the stories are just for your creative writing endeavors and are, as you said, personal?"

"Because Literotica has writing contests, Mom. This new story is for the Nude Day contest and, if enough people vote for me, I can win some money to help with my college expenses. I was only thinking of helping you in defraying some of my educational costs, by entering these stories about you in their contests," he said hoping she'd believe him by taking what he said, as his altruistic excuse to write his incestuous stories about her.

"Can it, Jason. That's bullshit. I'm not an idiot," she said looking at him, as if he was deranged.

"Sorry, Mom, it was worth a try."

"How much?"

"How much what, Mom?"

The perverted son that he was, he imagined his mother was asking him how much he'd pay her to have sex with him. If he had a thousand dollars to give his mother for sex, he would, but he didn't. Maybe she'd take an IOU for her to give him a blowjob. He'd do anything for his mother to suck his cock, while he played with her big tits and fingered her nipples.

"How much money can you win in these writing contests?"

"Oh. Well, it's not very much money for the work and effort put forth to create, develop, write, and edit such quality stories, but it may lead to something else, an e-Book, perhaps, or a writing job with a publisher. First prize is $150, second prize is $100, and third prize is $75. Only..."

"Only, what?"

"I'm stuck, Mommy," he said looking at her with sad puppy dog eyes, the same eyes he looked at her with, before she bought him a used car to travel back and forth to college. "So prolific before, my writing has dried up now and suddenly stopped. Alas, I can't write a thing," he said putting the back of his hand to his forehead and looking at her with sadness. "I've been staring at the same blank page for hours, days, in thinking of what else to write. For the first time, my problem is that I'm having a difficult time writing about you."

To be continued...



Mom Strips Naked for Nude Day Ch. 20



His nightly routine, Jason pulled his binder of erotic, incestuous stories about his mother, out from beneath his mattress to read his stories, while masturbating and thinking about his mother naked. After having already written his Nude Day story, he needed something new to write about his mother, a new incestuous story, but what? He's written so many. He's written them all, My Drunken Mother Forces Me to Have Sex with Her, Videotaping My Mother Undressing, Watching My Mom Masturbating, Helping My Mother Take a Bath, Taking my Mom to my Prom and to my Bed, Mom Gives Me a Birthday Blowjob, and his new favorite, Mom Strips Naked for Nude Day.

Maybe if he sleeps on it, after he comes home from his college class, he'll start writing a new story. No longer in the mood to masturbate, but more in the mood to think about his next story to write, he stuffed the binder back beneath his mattress and went to sleep. All the next day, already having some ideas in mind, Jason couldn't wait to go home to start his new story about his mother.

"Mom! I'm home. Where are you?"

"I'm up here in your room, Jason," said Elizabeth to her son dryly. 

Thinking it odd, Jason immediately noticed her stern tone. Normally, she's in the kitchen to give him a hug and a kiss on the cheek, as if she had been there waiting for him to come home to greet him. Normally, as if he was the man of the house and, no doubt, he was, she was eager to listen to how his day was. Normally, if he was still her little boy, she served him milk and cookies at the kitchen table. Normally, she's happy to see him. Today was different. He felt the tension in the air and in her voice. Something was wrong, but what? Then, he realized that she was in his room.

"Oh, shit. What did she find? She found something," he just knew.

An overload of thoughts went through his head. What's his mother doing in his room? With respecting one another's privacy a big issue, as much for her, as it is for him, she never goes in his room. Did he forget to close his bedroom door? No, he remembered closing it, when leaving for his college class. Did he forget to shut down his computer? No, he didn't. He remembered shutting it down. Even if he had left his computer up and running, everything is password protected anyway, he thought to himself, while putting down his books and removing his backpack. There's no way his technology phobic mother could read any of what he's written about her on his computer.

'Oh, shit!'

Maybe she found a pair of her panties and/or her bra that he used to feel, while masturbating and forgot to put back in the laundry bin.

'Oh, fuck.'

Sick with worry, knowing she found something, but what, he scaled the stairs to his room two at a time.

"Hi, Mom," said Jason with a forced smile, while standing in his doorway and looking around his room to see if anything looked disturbed.

As soon as he entered his room, his room wreaked of sex. He remembered masturbating last night over the Nude Day story that he wrote about his mother but, preoccupied in thinking about his next story, he stopped and didn't finish. He made a note to himself to spray some air freshener, after his mother left. Unless, no way! Wouldn't it be funny, if his Mom was masturbating on his bed, while thinking of him in the way that he masturbates in bed, while thinking of her? Oh, my God Nah, that's just his overactive imagination running away with his wishes. Too piously religious, he doubted that she even masturbated.

Nonetheless, it was an odd occurrence seeing his mother sitting on his bed. She never sits on his bed. What's that all about? Suddenly, sensing a dark cloud on the horizon, a foreboding feeling of doom took hold of him, as if being sent to the principal's office, when he was back in high school, so long ago.

Then, when he looked at her, really looked at her, he couldn't help but notice that her nipples made the biggest impressions in her blouse that he's ever seen. They were huge, so big that his lips involuntarily took the shape of a goldfish. When he looked down her skirt was raised high enough up her thighs that he had a clear view of her bright, white panties, his favorite panties. Whenever she's out and he's horny, unless she's wearing them, those are the panties that he grabs to masturbate over the thoughts of her wearing them.

"Hi, Jason," she said without standing to give him a smile or a kiss on the cheek and because she violated his privacy by being in his room and sitting on his bed, he was too upset with her to give her one, too.

Immediately, he knew there was something wrong. 

"What are you doing in my room, Mom?"

He tried acting calm, when he was panicking inside. He knew she had found something, he could tell by her stiff demeanor, but what? As if she was the bloody Queen of England, she was always so stiffly judgmental, but today she was his mother on steroids. Today, she invaded his privacy. Today, she was the Mother Superior Catholic Nun. Suddenly, feeling so much like her child, he felt so controlled by her. Then, she gave him look that frightened him. He hadn't received that look from her, since she discovered that he had a beer party, when she went to visit her sister.

"I found your binder filled with filth, Jason, beneath your mattress, when I was changing your sheets," she said pulling out his binder from behind her. "I read your Nude Day story, Mom Strips Naked for Nude Day with great interest," she smiled at him insincerely, before giving him a demonic stare. "How could you write such vile filth about me, your mother?" She waved his binder of stories at him, as if it was her dildo that he had discovered in her nightstand drawer and brought to his room to masturbate over, while smelling it and licking it. Guilty as charge, he's done that before. "How dare you?" 

A look she's never given him before, she gave him a look of hatred now. With murder in her eyes, she looked as if she wanted to kill him, strangle him to death with her bare hands or beat him to death with his book of erotic, incestuous stories about her. Actually, he thought, that wouldn't be such a bad way to go, so long as he could peek up her skirt, while she was beating him to death.

"I'm sorry, Mom," he said with downcast eyes, while pretending to look at the floor, when he was staring at her exposed panties. He stared at her pussy mound, he stared at the outlined indentation of her visible slit through her panties, and he stared at her shapely thighs, while wishing he was positioned in between them. "It's just a story?" God, he was such a pervert to notice his mother's nipples and to be staring at his mother's panties at a time like this.

"Just a story? Just a story?" She slammed his binder on his desk from where she was still sitting on his bed. "You wrote about stripping me naked. You wrote about kissing me, French kissing me. You wrote about touching me everywhere, where no son should ever touch his mother. You wrote about eating my pussy and giving me two orgasms with your mouth, your fingers, and your tongue, and a third orgasm with your cock," she said, this time not fluttering her eyelids and/or touching her hair, as he had her do in his story. He's never seen her so angry.

"Truly, I'm sorry, Mom. It won't happen again," he said, while thinking until I write my next story about you tonight, bitch.

"You wrote about me blowing you," she said shaking her head with disappointment. "How could you write about me sucking your cock, Jason, with you cumming in my mouth and swallowing my own son's cum."

She was making him horny with the images she was giving him. Suddenly, all that he could think about was her on her knees sucking him and him cumming in her mouth, while watching her swallowing him. She gave him a hard look, as if he was a stranger writing porn about her, instead of being her son writing incestuous stories about a son's love for his mother.

"I'm sorry, Mother, really, it's just a story," he said. "I meant no offense."

She move herself off his bed and walked to him. She gave him a look, as if she was about to slap him across the face and then, she did. He couldn't believe his mother slapped across the face. If she was going to slap him, he'd prefer she'd pull down his pants and underwear, put him across her knee and paddle his ass. Notwithstanding her type of slap, the sound of her hand on his face transgressed a generation of him maturing from a man to a boy. To be so treated, as if he was still a child with his mother slapping him across the face, was humiliating. As if she had just given him a lobotomy, the slap knocked all the lust that he had for his mother from his head and replaced it with rage.

"Meant no offense? Then, I meant no offense by slapping your face. That's for writing that disgustingly degrading story about me," she said with tears streaming down her face, while punctuating her statement by stabbing her index finger in his chest.

"Mother! I'm sorry. I'm so sorry," he said holding his reddening face.

If her slap hadn't shocked him enough, her reaction to his story was something he never considered, when writing such a sexual and incestuous story about her. Not considering her feelings before, when writing his stories, her slap awakened him to make him consider her feelings now. Now, instead of feeling incestuously attracted to his mother, he felt ashamed.

Only, truth be told, without any remorse, he wasn't sorry. In a sick sort of way, he was excited that his mother had such a realistic reaction to reading his story. His starring character in all of his stories of incest, she was his number one fan. For her to be so upset, this upset to evoke that kind of violent emotion from his ordinarily unemotional mother, for her to slap his face, then he knew that his writing was good and that he had gotten to even her. He was suddenly proud of what he had written, a masterpiece of a mother and son incest story.

At first impulse, her slap made him angry and he so wanted to push her back on his bed and kiss her, really kiss her. Only, even though he's written inappropriate stories about her, this was still his mother. Nonetheless, in an overwhelming incestuous urge, he had a sudden image or ripping open her blouse, pulling down her short skirt, pulling her bra over her head and off, and tearing down her panty. Oh, yeah, it wouldn't take very much to strip this sexy bitch naked, just four items of clothing.

Other than visualizing her in his stories, writing endlessly about it, and thinking about it, while masturbating, he had never seen his mother naked. Maybe now was the time. Maybe today was the day. After not only writing about her stripping naked but also about her giving him hot sex, how perfect would that be to finally have his wicked way with his pious mother? 

If she was going to act like this over a stupid story, if she was going to look at him with hatred and slap him across his face in anger, obviously something that she'd never forgive him for writing, he may as well do the dirty deed. After he stripped her naked and after fucked her, he wondered if she'd blow him. He wondered if she'd suck his cock and allow him to cum in her mouth, before swallowing him, so long as, just like in his story, he gave her an orgasm with his mouth, fingers, and tongue. Maybe there was a wild, sexual to her beneath her holier than thou demeanor. Oh, yeah, he' love to see this sexy bitch naked and on her knees, but not praying, rather sucking.

Only, respectful of the family bond that she was his mother and he was her son, he didn't have to do any of that. As soon as his mother slapped him and stared at him with hate, he knew that he had deeply violated her. Then, as if she was an Academy Award actress playing an Oscar worthy role, her face changed, morphed actually, from hatred, to love, and then to sexual excitement. He couldn't believe the immediate transformation in her. Then, even more unbelievable than her slapping his face, she took his face in her hands and kissed him, really kissed him, before parting his lips with her tongue. Without doubt, bar none, a passionately kiss from his mother was the best kiss he's ever had in his life. From a slap to a kiss, and what a kiss it was, he couldn't believe his mother French kissed him. 

"Never have I read such a hot story," she said kissing and kissing him with obvious sexual excitement. "I've been up here masturbating, while reading your hot story. See? Smell," she said holding her musky finger to his nose, before running her finger along his lips and inserting it in his mouth. Without doubt, his mother inserting her finger in his mouth, the finger she used to masturbate herself with, was the most sexually arousing and incestuously erotic thing that's ever happened to him.

"Mother," he said licking her finger.

"I want you to do everything you wrote in that story to me," she said in between kisses. "I want you to strip off my clothes, feel my breasts, finger my nipples, suck my tits, finger my pussy, eat me, lick me, and," she said with a quiver, "fuck me."

"Mother, I can't do that. You're my mother," he said torn between maintaining a normal relationship with his mother over making her his sexy, incestuous bitch.

"Yes you can do this, Jason, and yes you will. If you can write about having sex with me, then you can have sex with me. I want you to make love to me, Jason. If you could write such beautiful, sexual things about me, your mother, I can only imagine what a lover you'd be, while worshiping my naked body."

"But, Mother," he said pausing, "you're my mother."

"Then, after you do all of those beautiful and sexy things to my body," she said ignoring his words with an excited smile and a giddy laugh. Instead of wanting to have incestuous sex with her son, she was acting as if she was telling him that she was taking him to Disney World, "I want to suck your cock," she said with enthusiasm, while leaning closer to him to whisper in his ear. "I want you to cum in Mommy's mouth and I want to swallow you, my son."

On an around tour of her body, definitely, she was taking him on a trip, but not to Disney World. She wanted to take him to places, where no son should go with his mother. Only, there was only one thing wrong with this scenario. She scared him. Truth be told, he was scared out of his mind.

Truly, his Mom Strips Naked for Nude Day story was just a story. Even though he masturbated over his story, over her, and over holding her panties, he never thought for a minute that he'd ever have sex with his mother. Now with her on fire and calling his bluff, he didn't know what to do. Yet, truly, his Mom Strips Naked for Nude Day, obviously, was more than just a story for her. Now, with her as excited over him in real life, in the way that he's been excited over her in his sexual fantasies, his story had morphed into being more than just a story, but a reality.

"Mother, but it's just a story," he said hoping to awaken her from her sexual fantasy, while taking a step away from her.

Perhaps, she was giving him a dose of his own medicine. Perhaps, she was seeing how far he wouldn't go in hopes of curing him from writing such incestuous trash about her. Perhaps, her teasing him and making him believe that she wants him, as much as he was her, is her way of getting even.

"A story? Just a story? Ha! Not for me it is and apparently, not for you either. What you wrote is more than a story, Jason. What you wrote is more than a sexual fantasy. Looking into my mind and peering into my heart, what you wrote is a vision. What you wrote is a story about our forbidden love."

"Mother, please, you're making me mad with sexual desire for you. I'm only human. I can only resist you for so long," said Jason pleading with her to stop, but he was so weak, too weak to say no, and she was so strong in her desire for him.

"Just as I've been lusting over you for years, ever since your 18th birthday, you've been lusting over me, too," she said giving him a perverse look. "Just as I was hot for my father, just as I couldn't get enough of Daddy's cock, now I'm hot for his son and now I want your cock, too."

His son? I'm his son? Did my mother just say that I'm my grandfather's son? If only by the way they acted, when around one another, he always suspected that his mother had an incestuous relationship with her father. Now his suspicions were confirmed. He was a love child born from incest. For sure, that would explain some things, no doubt, the reason why he's so sexually attracted to his mother and the reason why he feels the need to write incestuous stories about her. Nonetheless this new revelation, he needed some time to think.

"No, Mother. You're wrong. It's just a story. We can't do this. This is incest," he said pleading with a deranged woman, who was intent on having sex with his young, hard body.

"You've been leering at me, while hoping to see my panty, my pussy, my bra, and my tits. I can't tell you how many times, I accidentally on purpose allowed you to see what you were so hoping to see of me," she said with a sexy laugh. "Oh, I had so much fun sexually teasing you, Jason, while knowing you were up in your room stroking your cock. I can't tell you how many times I wanted to barge in your bedroom, when I knew you were masturbating to help stroke you and to suck you.

"Mother!"

"I can't tell you how many times you purposely flashed me your cock. You pretended you were embarrassed, only by your erection giving you away, I knew you were excited. Just as I had, you pretended it was accidental, only by how often it happened, your intention was purposeful," she said giving him a sexy look, before putting an index finger to her lip and licking it. "I can't tell you how many times I looked away, while wanting to stare and while wanting to fall to my knees to suck you. How did you know that I wanted you, as much as you wanted me? Obviously by all that you wrote in your story, you did."

"I didn't know, Mother, truly, I had no idea that you were lusting over me, as much as I was lusting over you. It was just a story," Jason backed up against his bedroom wall, but with no place to go, he was trapped.

She reached her hand down felt his cock, before cupping his balls through his pants. Then, with a look of depravity, she unbuckled, unbuttoned, and unzipped his pants and watched them fall to the floor in a heap, before French kissing him again. 

"Undress me," she said whispering the lust she had for her son in his ear again. "Strip me naked. Fuck me, Jason. As your mother and legal guardian, I'm giving you permission to lick my pussy," she said licking the side of his face, "and to fuck me," she said humping his body into the wall.

"Oh, Mother," he said wrapping his arm around her waist to revel in her deep, wet kiss.

"Fuck me, Jason," she said breaking off her kiss to speak. "Fuck your mother. Fuck, Mommy, Jason and as God as my witness, after you do and after you've sexually satisfied me, I will give you the best damn blowjob, you'll ever have in your life."

Jason kicked off his pants, as his mother unbuttoned his shirt and pulled down his underwear. Her warm hand was all over his erect cock. Fondling him, while stroking him, she fell to her knees to take him in her mouth. Sucking and sucking him, she stopped, before he got too excited.

He couldn't believe his mother grabbed his prick He couldn't believe that his mother had his cock in her mouth. He couldn't believe his mother was blowing him. A sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't believe that his mother wanted him, as much as he wanted her.

"Oh, Mother, that felt so good," he said.

She moved up to him and kissed him hard, French kissed him, and he could taste his own cock in her mouth, but he didn't care.

"Now strip me, Jason, and fuck me," she said pushing her pussy into him, as if her cunt was a secret passageway, a black hole to an new universe, where they both could travel to expand their relation of mother and son, to man and woman making love. "After reading your story, I need to cum," she said French kissing him again.




Mom Strips Naked for Nude Day Ch. 20



Unlike in his Mom Strips Naked for Nude Day story, where he took his time to unbutton her blouse, while stopping to see what each unbuttoned button revealed, before continuing, quickly, he unbuttoned her blouse.  Exposing her C cup bra and abundant cleavage to his horny eyes, he removed her blouse from her hot, shapely body, as if he was unwrapping a very expensive birthday gift. Then, with all the lust that he harbored for his mother, desire that morphed from young adult, testosterone filled curiosity to a man's incestuous lust for his mother, he unbuttoned and unzipped her short skirt. As if watching her skirt descend in slow motion, he watched the blue, cotton material fall to the floor and crumple around her feet, in the way that all of his incestuous inhibitions fell.

A sight to behold, he took a step away from her to see her in her bra and panty. With his horny hand around his erect cock, he couldn't count the times he imagined seeing her in her bra and panty. Even though he was eager to strip her naked, even though he was eager to see her without her bra and panty, he had to touch her through her bra and feel her through her panty to satisfy all the wicked thoughts he had about feeling her through her underwear.

He reached out his horny hand and cupped her breast and did the same with her other breast, while his fingers searched and found her nipples. He pulled them out through her bra. Already, they were so big. Then, as if reaching his hand in a warm bag of dough, he reached his hand down to cup his mother's pussy through her panty. Feeling the weight of her mound, he slid his finger along her slit to trace her opening, while imagining his cock sliding easily inside.

Then, with a drum roll sounding off in his head and a symbol crash, as soon as he released her naked breasts, he reached his hands out to unhook her front snapping bra. There in an instant, two massive, sexual preoccupations that he had lusted over seeing and touching for years, there they were, her big, full breasts. She had such beautiful tits and his hands were instantly all over them. Only, just as in his story and as if she wasn't sexually excited enough before, as soon as he touched her nipples, she was insane with incestuous desire for him.

Then, the piece de resistance, as if removing all barriers between them, he pulled down her panties. Oh, my God, just like in his story, his mother's brown, bushy pussy was right there. As soon as she was naked, she grabbed his hand.

"Touch me, Jason," she said excitedly. "Finger your mother in the way you did me in your story. Make me cum, Jason," she said breathlessly. After reading that story, after masturbating and not yet getting off, before you came home from college, I need to cum." 

As soon as he touched her clit and fingered her pussy, she gasped. As soon as he fingered her, she pushed him down to lick her. Quickly, as if tied together at the hips and by their lips, they found their way to the bed, where Jason licked his mother's cunt, until she had an orgasm. Then, just as he wrote in his story, he didn't stop licking her, until she had a second orgasm. While enjoying the afterglow, before she had a chance of enjoying the moment, he mounted her.

She reached down to guide her son inside her. A long time sexual fantasy, he was making love to his mother. Only, instead of deceiving her, tricking her by his logic, and getting her drunk on alcohol, their sex was consensual. A son fucking his mother and mother making love to her son, this was an incestuous dream come true for both of them.

Humping and humping her with all the strength and virility of a 22-year-old, he didn't stop, until she was at the verge of having a third orgasm. Returning his humps and humping her son with all the sexual excitement that she had in humping her father so long ago, she was now humping her son. They both had an orgasm at the same time. Wishing he could continue the cycle, too bad, his mother can no longer get pregnant, he thought how bizarre for his son to have an incestuous affair with his grandmother, who was actually his Mom. Wow!

Enjoying the moment, while thinking of all the changes that would happen with his mother no longer his mother, but his lover, Jason figured they'd move somewhere, where no one knew them to live as husband and wife. With her looking younger and him looking older, no one would suspect that they were mother and son. Then, when he looked down, his sexual fantasy come true, his mother was already poised between his legs with his cock in her hand, while looking up at him with her big, green eyes.

"I'm going to suck you, now, Jason. I'm going to blow my son. Only, you must promise, Mommy," she said, as if asking him to eat all of his vegetables, "that you'll cum in Mommy's mouth. If you do cum in Mommy's mouth, Mommy will swallow," she said, as if promising to give him dessert after.

"Yes, Mother, I promise. Blow me. Suck my cock, Mom."

As soon as his mother took him in her mouth, as soon as she started stroking him, while sucking him, he thought of his next story to write, Mom Fucks and Sucks Me Senseless. Then, before even continuing his thoughts about that story, he thought of another story to write, My Mother's Father is my Dad.

THE END