42 comments/ 231029 views/ 119 favorites Mom-Prom By: litdude23john CH.1 Monday, the Week Before, I woke up with a startled expression on my face as I recounted the long and intense dream I was having just seconds before my alarm clock went off. This was the third night in a row my dreams would turn out, with me, making love to my mom. My morning wood throbbed hard as I got out of bed and shifted my junk, hating myself for becoming so horny and believing that something was seriously wrong with me. The images of grasping my mother's breasts filled my mind as I jumped out of bed and headed for the shower, turning it on as cold as it could go. "It's your mother," I kept repeating in my head as I let the cold water slowly reduce the size of my erection. When I finally was clean and not horny, I jumped out of the shower and began to towel off. Usually the mirror in my bathroom was filled with fog but since my shower was extraordinarily cold, all that was on its reflective surface was my wet body covered with a towel. I let the towel slide down to the floor after I finished drying my hair and body. I was rather muscular for my age, only 18, and I had a nice face that was frequently commented on by girls my age. I left the bathroom shortly after and started getting dressed in the uniform my school, an all boy institution, required for all its members. I put on my usual button up shirt and tie with a pair of slacks to match; then I threw my book bag over my shoulder and left the room. When I got to the bottom of the steps, leading to the ground floor, I dropped off my bag and proceeded to the kitchen. I glanced at the white board on the kitchen counter, my mom would frequently write messages on there. She had updated it since last night and it read, "11 more days until the dance." My school hosted an assortment of dances which included a mock prom in which the guys brought their mothers. I had taken my mother every year since I first started attending the school, but this time it was more special, considering it was my senior year and the last time we would be able to go. "Mitchell, are you ready to go?" my mother asked as she exited her room and headed for the kitchen. I looked away from the white board and found her standing in front of me in a green tank top and short shorts, her tan legs easily visible from around the little amount of fabric that comprised the shorts. The tank top was cut low enough to see the top of her breasts and most of her upper chest, but was still conservative enough to be seen in public while wearing it. Her tan skin shined from the morning sun light that was coming through the windows on either side of her and her young face had a happy expression on it as she pushed her black hair out of her eyes, the same hair she gave me 18 years ago. "Ready?" she asked again, for I remained silent the first time she asked. "Um oh yeah," I managed to spit out. I began to understand why she haunted my dreams so frequently and why I became so horny from them, she was a smoking hot 38 year old. I realized, however, what I was thinking so I once again pushed the thought far into the back of my head and began hating myself for even letting it get there in the first place. I grabbed my bag and headed for her car, mine was in the shop. I exited through the front door and was blasted by the Arizona sun and the scorching temperatures that I have gotten so comfortable with after 18 years of living there. My mother was just behind me as I opened the back door of the car and threw my book bag onto the seat. "Excited about the dance?" she asked as she backed out of the drive way. I wasn't particularly excited, I always thought the fiasco was boring and embarrassing to go to, but she seemed keen on going so I sucked it up and said, "You bet I am." I hug smile spread across her face as she continued driving. I felt warm inside for making her so happy but I still was highly regretting the Friday after this one, the night of the dance. My thoughts were interrupted when my eyes traveled down to her chest; the green tank top was so revealing it spurred my hormones. My mind flashed back to the dream where I was grouping and kissing the supple mounds of flesh that were only covered by a thin piece of fabric before me. My penis grew to an uncomfortable size, bending with the uniform pants that I was wearing. Its position required adjustment so I casually cupped my hand and began shifting in an attempt to find relief, hoping all the while she didn't notice. I got my business situated and glanced out the window to see the regular route that was taken to my school, palm trees on either side of the road. I began to notice, however, we were rapidly approaching our destination, and with me, still having a full on erection. I began to panic as the car pulled into the school entrance; my penis had not gone down at all. "Bye honey, I love you," my mom said as she pulled the car over so I could get out. "Love you too mom." I got out of the car and opened the back door, to get my book bag, as I closed the passenger one I just exited. In these few short moments my penis began to recede and by the time I opened the front door of the school it was almost completely soft. I glanced one last time back at the car I just left and began to hate myself for letting her to rouse such feelings in me. School seemed to take forever that Monday but at 2:55, the bell rang. "So you going to take me home?" my friend Joel asked me as I began opening my locker. "I can't, remember my mom took me to school," I said half annoyed for I told him this several times throughout the day. My mind flashed back to my dream as the word "mom" rolled out of my mouth. My cock took equal acknowledgment and began hardening as images of her flashed in front of my eyes. "Dude, what are you looking at me like that for?" Joel asked, taking the images away and shrinking my erection in one foul swoop. "Nothing, what do you mean?" "I don't know man; it just looked like you were really thinking about something." The truth was, I really was thinking of something, but I wouldn't dare share it with my friend. Wanting to get out of the situation as fast as possible I pulled out my phone and looked at the time. "Well I better go, my mom is probably waiting." I left rather fast and proceeded to the front of the building to find my mother waiting in the car. I opened the back door, like before, and threw my bag onto the seat. I closed the door and looked around to find a couple of guys looking through the windows at my mom and saying things behind their hands, I took this to mean they thought she was attractive. "How was school?" she asked me before I could sit down and close the door. "Good, how was your day?" "Fine, had to go to court and get the divorce finalized," she said as she threw the car in drive and exited the parking lot. My mom was in the midst of an inevitable divorce with my step dad, Tim. She was married previously with my dad who she had 4 kids with, me being the youngest. She was forced to stay home from school to watch us kids so she never was employed in a career so my first thought was, "how are we going to afford our house?" On the trip home, however, she revealed to me that she was getting a vast amount of money from the settlement so we would be fine. "Well enough talk about sad things," she said as we pulled into the drive, "Its hot out, we should go for a swim." "Alright," I said as I got out of the car and headed inside. I dropped my book bag off in my room and changed out of my clothes and into my bathing suit. I grabbed a towel from the closet and headed down stairs to the back yard. I slid open the screen door and gingerly put my foot on the hot pavement that surrounded our figure eight pool. I dropped my towel off on a lawn chair and picked up a bottle of sun tan lotion. I began to apply it when my mother slid the door open and joined me. "Nice day out," she said as she dropped her towel on a nearby chair and began undoing the strap on her bath-rob. I glanced over as she removed the soft fabric concealing her body from view. She let it slide down by her feet, revealing a black two piece swimsuit. She pushed her sunglasses on the top of her head, holding up her bangs as I began examining the bathing suit I have never seen her wear before. "Mom is that suit new?" I asked as my eyes looked over her body. "No, I had it for a while; I just wear it on special occasions." She took the suntan lotion I was using previously and began spreading it on her arms and legs; eventually she had covered her whole front. "Mind putting some on my back?" she asked me as she held up the lotion for me to grab. I snapped out of my trance and obliged as she turned around and lifted her hair. I squirted the lotion onto my palm and began evenly spreading it on her soft back. I continued rubbing even after the lotion was worked into the skin, feeling how soft and nice her skin was. "That should do," she said, making me stop touching her. She still had her back toward me when I glanced down and noticed my rather large penis making a tent in my suit. I quickly grabbed a towel and covered it as she stood up and looked at me. "After you," she said as she gestured to the pool with her arm. I quickly got up and flung myself into the pool before she could tell I had an erection. She jumped in after me and began swimming around the pool. I soon was well cooled so I exited, making sure my penis was not hard, and then walked over to the chair where my towel was. My mom looked around and noticed I had left and exited as well. She slowly lifted herself up the ladder and revealed her very wet bathing suit that was now sticking to her skin. I glanced up and saw her suit top was hugged so tight to her breasts her nipples were making small mounds in the middle. "I guess that was stupid," she began saying, "Now all are lotion has washed off. Mind putting some more on my back?" "Sure," I managed to spit out as I noticed once more, my cock was rock hard. She laid her towel on the ground like a blanket then laid faces down, on top of it. "Make sure you put enough on, I don't wanna burn." I once again lathered my hands full of lotion then began smearing it on her shoulders. "Mhm that feels good," she said. My hands shook as I finished her shoulders and began to move down to the upper part of her back. She reached an arm back and grabbed at the knot that held her swimsuit top up. With one pull, the ends of the straps slid down her back and out of the way, allowing full access to continue rubbing the lotion. My cock throbbed, begging me to pull it out but my mind screamed back saying, "This is your mother, stop now!" "That should be good," I said as I moved my erection with my hand, looking for a more comfortable position. "Don't be silly, you haven't got my lower back." My mind lost control, it now wanted to keep rubbing just as much as my penis did. The self-loathing, which was inevitably building from the moment I began rubbing, washed away. "Okay, well if you insist," I said, in an attempt to make it sound like this was happening against my will. I rubbed on, making sure to get every square inch of her upper back before I moved on to her lower. My hands began shaking, more violently than before, as they reached the arch of her back. "Lower," she said as I lingered on a spot to long. I continued down an inch or so, my hands just barley grazed the top of her rump. "Lower," she said again. My mind was racing; if I went any lower my hands would rub the top of her ass. I was confused so I didn't move any lower until she pointed at the spot she wanted me to rub. I slowly moved were her finger was pointing, making my hands slightly lower her suit an inch, revealing the upper part of her crack. "HEY Mitch, way too low," she said, making me jump. I began getting scared as I glanced back at her lying there and began to notice how much my cock was throbbing. "I have to take care of this," I thought as I stood up to go to the bathroom. "Where are you going?" she asked, "You aren't done yet." My mind raced even faster as I glanced down, her bathing suit bottom was still so low the top of her ass and crack could still be seen. My mind lost control again, allowing my penis to take the reins. With one swing of my leg I was sitting on her rump, her in-between my legs and rubbing all up and down her back. I began slowly caressing the top of her shoulders but slowly and surely I had moved back down to the arch of her back. I stopped abruptly; this was the first time since I swung my leg over her that my mind was in control of my body. I looked down, examining my environment; my bathing suit had conformed around my cock making it look like I was completely naked and it also was resting in-between her checks with my body weight forcing it down in-between them. How could this be, dose she realize what is going on? I got up and looked down at her, she said nothing. "Mom," I called to her as I stooped down next to her. She was completely asleep and with this realization that she couldn't have known my cock was pushed up against her ass, waves and waves of relief flooded over me. I didn't want to wake her with my cock so easily visible so I walked back into the house and took a nice cold shower. CH. 2 the Dreams Half way through my shower I heard a knock on the door and my mother's voice ringing out. "Dinner is going to be ready in about fifteen minutes." I quickly finished my shower and stopped the flow of cascading water. I toweled off and got changed before I joined my mother for dinner. "Just in time," she said as she removed a dish of pasta from the oven. I grabbed plates, forks, and napkins then began setting the table as she dished out the food. I sat down and began eating as she asked, "How is it?" "Good," I said through a mouth full of food. My mind began thinking back to the rub down I gave her that afternoon, making my cock grow under the table. I started thinking over and over the details of the event and with every passing minute I felt less guilty about my actions, in fact I started longing for the pleasure of touching her skin. When my mind got to the part of the story where I found her asleep, for third time, a question crept into my mind. "Was she really asleep or was she faking and if she was faking did she know my cock was pushed in-between her ass cheeks or was she oblivious to the fact her son's man hood longed to feel the wet velvet that was resting in-between her legs?" "What you thinking about," she asked with a smile on her face. She startled me as I looked up and saw her kind face beaming at me. "Nothing." I knew this was a lie, but she could never know the truth. The feeling of hate and guilt flooded over me once more, making me despise myself for my actions and thoughts as I looked in the kind face that raised me from birth. "SHE IS YOUR MOTHER," I thought over and over again during our dinner. "So I was shopping earlier today," she said as she began eating. "SHE IS YOUR MOTHER," I screamed inside my head. "Are you listing?" she asked, mid story, bringing me back from my internal battle. "Yeah, go on." She continued her story about shopping as I looked at her, an expression of total amusement and interest spread across my face. She seemed happy I showed so much joy from her story so we continued talking for hours after our meals were finished. When we eventually realized the dirty dishes before us, we left the table and began doing the dishes together, continuing the long and intense conversation we were having before. "Well its late, I should get to bed. I love you and I loved our conversation tonight," she said as she departed the kitchen for her room. "Love you too," I called after her, as I left for my room as well. I got into bed and I began thinking about my day until utter blackness overwhelmed my thoughts and I drifted into sleep. I was standing over her; her naked breasts could be seen in the faint moon light that was coming through the window. "I want you inside me," she said, lifting her butt so I could remove her panties. I looked down, my naked flesh looked back at me; I was completely naked. Her hands found my chest and began rubbing my muscles before they fell and grasped my man hood. I moved forward, all the while her hands guided and pulled my cock into position in front of her, already dripping, cunt. With one thrust my cock slid inside her. I began pumping faster and faster making a tidal wave of pleasure crash over us both. Her moans reverberated off the walls and into my ears making me close in on my climax. I looked down, to see who this mystery woman was, but no light shown on her face as I continued pumping. "Cum inside me Mitchell," she moaned as I grasped the mounds of flesh that were swaying with every thrust. "I'm going to cum," I moaned as this beautiful woman clutched her pussy around my cock. With one last thrust I moaned "O MOM," as the woman's face was moved into the light, it matched my mom's making me cum deep inside her, wanting and hoping my seed would meet her egg. I woke suddenly back in my bed as the same moan slipped out of my waking mouth. A split second later cum sprayed out of my cock and coated the inside of my boxers as I felt the same longing as in the final seconds of my dream. I rolled out of bed and headed for the shower, my cock softening as I opened the bathroom door. I discarded the wet boxers and turned on the water as I jumped in. I let the warm water wash away the cum that was coating my pelvis. "How could I have had a wet dream," I whispered to myself, "How could I have wanted to impregnate her?" This dream wasn't the first that involved me making love to my mother but it was the first I cam during it and most definitely the first time I wanted to impregnate her. My body quivered as my mind repeated the sequence of events over and over again, my cock responded appropriately. I began to wonder how something as bad as this incest fantasy felt so right when it was happening but so wrong when I looked into the face of the women that was the center of all this, the women who I wanted, more than anything, to get pregnant with my child. I looked down at my penis, which had become rock hard, as I continued wondering why it felt so good to cum to the thought of a cream pie with my own mother. How could I want her like this and why did I no longer feel guilt until confronted by her? I heard a faint ringing and knew it was my alarm clock. I quickly jumped out of the shower and dried off, then proceeded out of the bathroom to turn off the alarm. I was ahead of my normal routine so I had time to go down stairs and watch some TV. On the stairs I saw my mother sitting in the computer room. "Why are you up so early?" she asked me with no emotion in her voice, the same voice she sometimes questions me when she knows I did something wrong. I began getting nervous. Did she hear my moaning? "Nothing," I said carefully. Her normal expression once again spread across her face as she said, "Well let me make you something." Relief spread throughout my body as I followed her into the kitchen. She grabbed a box of muffins and began making them as I sat down at the table. "How did you sleep?" she asked as she turned on the oven. "Good, why?" I asked, as suspicious thoughts crept into my mind. "I heard your bed squeaking, I thought you might be having a nightmare or maybe," she began, "A really good dream," she added in a barely audible whisper. All the nervousness I felt on the stairs rushed back to me. She had heard my bed squeaking and thought it was because I was scared, but in reality it was because I was deep in the process of imagining a sex scene between us. But did she know this? Why would she think the dream could have been good, unless she knew? Mom-Prom "Here you are," she said as she placed a glass of milk next to me. I tried to comfort myself by thinking, "Even if she did think I was having a sex dream and humping my bed, she has no way of knowing it was about her." No sooner than I had finished the sentence in my head that I realized she could know. She was up when I woke up and moaned "O MOM," it was very possible she heard me and knew that her son was dreaming of fucking her. My thoughts were slowed when she placed the plate of finished muffins in front of me. I looked up into her eyes, searching for some hint to reveal if she did in fact know or not, but I could see none. I ate quickly and right when I finished the lights went out. "Is the power out?" she asked, with a slightly nervous tone in her voice. "I don't know; let me go check the breakers." I left the table and walked down into the basement, which was very dark. I stopped at the base of the stairs and pulled out my phone for light. I slowly made my way to the breaker box and opened it. All the breakers were still on so it must be a power outage. I closed the breaker box's door as my phone vibrated from an incoming text message. I glanced at the message and saw it was from Joel it read: "Dude my power is out here, and my mom is saying school is canceled. I guess most of the power is down in the whole city." "Sweet," I said to myself. "What's sweet?" my mom asked, startling me for I had no idea she was standing behind me. "Joel said school is canceled. I guess the power is out most everywhere in the city." "Well that's a bonus for you," she said smiling. We walked back up stairs and cleaned the mess I made from eating. "So what do you wanna do today?" she asked me as I took my plate and put it in the sink. "Well there isn't much we can do with the power out." "We could go for a swim again," she suggested. My mind flashed back to the rub down I gave her yesterday, making my heart speed up. The thought of being able to rub lotion on her skin made me want nothing more than to go for a swim. "Yeah sure," I said in a nonchalant way so I would not give away the excitement I was now feeling. I ran up to my room and found my wet swimsuit hanging from a hook in my bathroom. I looked at the suit and knew that if I put it on it would be freezing. I looked around and found a pair of gym shorts and debated if I should wear them instead; I looked at my options and saw flaws in both. If I put on the suit it would be very cold but if I put on the shorts they would be transparent, but somehow the idea of my shorts being transparent in front of my mom seemed like a bonus rather than a flaw, regardless of that incentive, I choose the swimsuit. I was right in my assumption of the temperature of the suit as I slowly slid it on and left the room. I walked outside to find my mom already swimming in the pool. I jumped in and joined her, letting the warm water wash over my face. We swam for about twenty minutes then we both exited the pool. "Want me to put some suntan lotion on your back again?" I asked as I tried to restrain the tone of excitement that was pushing through my words. "Um no thanks, I think I'll tan my front today," she said as she laid the towel on the ground. It could have been that I looked disappointed because she looked up at me and smiled saying, "Well actually I think I will tan my back." She laid down on the blanket as I got the lotion and sprayed it on my hands. Without hesitation I threw my leg over her, so she was in-between them, and sat down on her rump. "What are you doing?" she asked with a hint of confusion in her voice. I swung my leg back from over her so she was no longer in-between my thighs and said, "What do you mean?" "Nothing you just surprised me that's all," she said reassuringly. Even though she said it was nothing I didn't put my leg back over her, instead I just began to rub in the lotion from her side. There was an air of annoyance emitting from her and I wondered if she regretted letting me put the lotion on her back or was she regretting confronting me about throwing my leg over her? I began to think the confrontation was the reason she was annoyed, maybe I just hoped, but regardless I swung my leg again over her so my legs straddled her. The annoyance seemed to disappear as I continued rubbing the suntan lotion on her. "Thank you Mitch," she said after about fifteen minutes of unnecessary rubbing. I continued rubbing, not knowing if she meant stop or if she was just saying thank you. My answer was soon given when she reached back and undid the knot of her swimsuit top. My cock, which was soft up to this point, hardened rapidly as my mom allowed me to continue rubbing her back when we both knew fully, that there was no reason to continue. "Mhm that feels so good," she said as my cock reached full erection. Once again this woman filled my mind with confusion and doubt. Was she saying my now fully erected cock felt "good" or my rubbing? I could feel her butt lift slightly, making my erection conform to her crack as these thoughts filled me up. My swimsuit was once again hugging my cock so tight it looked like I was wearing a blue condom. She had to know by now that her son's penis was hard and if she knew it was there, was she accepting its presences? I began thinking she had, in fact, known my cock was there and perhaps, I slowly concluded, she wanted it there. My mind eventually considered these facts so I thought it would be fine if I grabbed the sides of her lower back and began working with my thumbs into the deep muscle. "That feels good," she said as I inched up her back so I was now massaging her ribs. This was it, I was sure of it; she wanted me to continue up so I did. I reached the sides of her boobs and without thinking I grasped them. "WHAT ARE YOU DOING?" she screamed. I was shocked, I was so sure she wouldn't care. "What are you- oh I'm so sorry mom I didn't realize!" "I-it's okay Mitch." I got up off her and she looked up, luckily the shock of her yelling scared my hormones away, so I no longer had an erection, but when she looked away I almost saw a hint of disappointment on her face. Later that night I sat in my room and began thinking out loud to myself. "She was so disappointed in me for doing that," I said as I remembered getting off her and the look spread across her face for less than a second. Then I remembered where she was looking, at my crotch. Was she disappointed not to see an erection there? "No, that couldn't be it," I said to myself as the idea sprang up. I debated this idea all night until sleep was almost upon me, then the idea sprang into life. I got out of bed and grabbed my camera and put it facing my bed then I hit record. I got back in bed and let darkness swim over me until I fell asleep. I, once again, was in a dark room with an unknown women sitting on my bed and a young strapping man in the door way. I felt like a ghost looking down on the scene as it unfolded. She patted the bed in a motherly way and said, "sit down Mitch." The boy sat down as the light, from the window, revealed that it was my mother sitting on the bed, wearing a tight black dress. "Mitch, I want you to fuck me," she said before the boy could even say anything. "Mom, what are you talking about," my voice echoed from the boy as jealousy rose inside me. "I want you to cum inside me," She said. Before the boy could even say anything they locked lips. I moved closer to the scene as they removed their clothes. I looked in the boy's face and saw my own. It was me who was fucking her, not some other person, and with that any form of jealousy that was inside my head was replaced with pride as I looked on the, sex, scene unfold. "That's it, just a little farther until you're in mommy," she said as my dream version inched forward. The tip of my cock finally touched the lips of her pussy and with one thrust I slipped inside her. The emotion was so much I pumped and squirted my cum inside her. I opened my eyes to find the light tinkling sound of rain on my window. It happened again, I thought as I got out of bed. How many dreams am I going to have? I flicked the light switch up and found that the lights didn't come on, the electricity was still out. I walked to the bathroom and turned on the shower. It was still dark out so I assumed it was still early as I jumped in the cold spray of water, allowing its cold hand to drown away my hormones. "Mitchell, you up?" I heard my mom call over the water. "I'm in the shower Mom." I quickly showered up and left, to see what she wanted. She was still in my room sitting on my bed, in the same spot my dream mom sat just moments before. My penis took note of this and began growing as she started talking. "I can't believe it's already raining," she said as I walked into my closet for some clothes. I agreed with her as I shut the closet door, making sure it was open enough for her to see me if she wanted to. I looked over my shoulder, to see if she took notice to the door being ajar, but to my dismay she hadn't. I dropped my towel to the floor and looked up to the small mirror that was on my dresser. I took note of my facial features then changed into some nice clothes. "You look nice," she said with a hint of nervousness in her voice. I looked out the window to see if it was still raining; it had stopped during the time it took me to change. "Thanks Mom," I said as I looked down at myself. I looked up and examined what she was wearing. Her black hair was draped over her shoulders, concealing a thin white t-shirt. The fabric was so thin I could see her white bra underneath, spurring a slight erection in my gym shorts. "You look nice too," I said after I concluded her outfit was very arousing. "What this old stuff?" she said with a gesture toward herself. "Yeah!" She looked up and smiled as she threw back her long black hair. "Well I'll go make us some breakfast," she said with a wondering look in her eye. She looked down at her breasts, then back up to me as she exited the room. I sat down and pulled out my phone to check my school website for any delays or cancelations. School was in fact canceled so I let out a celebratory, "YES." "What's going on?" my mom's voice called up from the kitchen. "School is cancelled," I yelled down. I headed down stairs and took my place at the dining room table. Shortly after a plate full of food was placed before me and a happy looking mother sat down across from me. "Well I guess I have you all to myself," she said as a smile spread across her face. "I'm all yours." She started to blush after I said this but I took no attention. The food she made was great and when I finished I decided to go back up to my room and check the video I recorded over last night. I plugged the camera into my laptop and began fast forwarding until I came across a point in which I made some noise. It took some time but I eventually found something a few minutes before I woke up. "No," my sleeping self said, "Don't Mom, not with him." I racked my brain for what that could mean, then I remembered at the beginning of the dream I didn't know who the boy was so I must be saying I didn't want her to have sex with him. The movie continued as more moans emitted from my sleeping self. "Yes Mom... O yes mom," I moaned just as the lights outside the hall turned on. My heart skipped a beat as I continued watching. My mother opened the door and walked in on me moaning in my sleep. She placed a hand on my forehead then pulled my blankets farther on me as I moaned on. She left shortly before I woke up. "Holy Shit," I whispered to myself as I stopped the video. Embarrassment filled my body as my cheeks became flushed with the realization she must now know everything, if she hadn't already known before. I unplugged my camera just as my mom knocked on the door. "Mitchell," she said before entering, "Let's go outside, the rain stopped and the sun is out." The embarrassment I was feeling suddenly switched to a new emotion, excitement. "Okay," I said. I was excited to know she knew I was thinking of her as my cock grew rapidly. Ch.3 Sunday That Wednesday went by without much excitement. We tanned by the pool, her tanning her front so I was unable to rub lotion on her, we ate dinner, and talked for hours. For the most part it was a normal day between mother and son. When Thursday came along the power turned back on so I was forced to go through another long and boring day of school. When I got home, however, I had the pleasure of accidently walking in on my mother changing, getting a good glimpse of her breasts, before she covered up and ushered me out, demanding I knock before entering next time. We didn't discuss the incident as we tanned by the pool, this time she did tan her back so I was able to apply the lotion on but it was nothing special, however, she did decide on rubbing the lotion on my back, making my cock grow to sizes I didn't know it was capable off. With Friday, came the first time I rubbed lotion on her legs, making my hands rub and graze the bottom part of her ass when I reached the upper part of her thigh. She rubbed lotion on my back again as she threw her leg over me so I was resting in-between her thighs, like how I did with her. She was I little more daring with her lotion rubs than I was, she spent a good amount of time rubbing lotion on the very top of my ass before she hooked her fingers in my waist band and pulled down so one third of my ass was exposed, allowing her to rub lotion on most of my butt. On Saturday we tanned for most of the day, her on her back and me on my front. With my back tan line gone, from Friday's incident of her almost completely pulling my swimsuit down, she insisted that I got rid of my front tan line. Slightly embarrassed I pulled my suit down so the upper part of my pubic region was exposed; the shaved hairs could be seen as she stood over me with a smile on her face. I blushed the inter day as I sat with my pubic region exposed and her with most of her ass exposed to get rid of her unwanted tan line. "Goodnight," she said as we parted ways for the night. When I got to my room I noticed my suit was still pulled down below my pubic hairs, it was like that the whole day. The idea of having my pubic region exposed to my mom made my penis harden. I removed my suit completely, so I was completely naked, as I turned on the camera again to record my sleeping patterns. I hoped in bed and let sleep and darkness cover my mind. "Yes Mitchell, cum inside mommy." "I'm cumming." I opened my eyes to find my cock spraying thick streams of cum in my sheets. I rolled out of bed and started smiling; I started liking my constant dreams of my mother in the past few days as I walked over to the shower. I turned on the water and washed up before I reviewed my video evidence of the night, hoping my mother walked in to see her naked son moaning her name. I hit play and quickly found the part where I was having the dream. I must have pushed the blankets down during the night because I was laying completely naked moaning up a storm. "O mom, I'm going to cum inside you," I moaned on the computer screen. My heart beat fast as I hoped and longed for the light in the hall to turn on but it never did. "Crap," I whispered as I turned off the video. She hadn't seen my erection, disappointment spread through me. "Mitchell," my mom said as she knocked on my door. I quietly closed the computer and got up, making sure she didn't hear my movements. I grasped my cock and rubbed up and down making sure it was hard, I have been planning on getting her to walk in on me naked ever since Thursday. "Mitchell," she said again as she opened the door. Her brain took some time to process the information as she glanced down at my fully erected penis. I didn't say anything as she stood staring at my cock. "I-I'm s-sorry," she slowly said as she stood looking at my cock, which was now softening up. I casually threw on a shirt and said "Yes." "Wanna get some breakfast before church?" she asked, apparently stunned I wasn't freaking out for her to be there, little did she know I was attempting to get her comfortable seeing me naked and to my astonishment it worked, she hadn't left the room. "Sure," I said. "What are you doing?" she demanded. "W-What," I stammered, thinking she had regained composure and was now mad I did not cover up. "We are going to church; you need to wear your best." Relief spread over me as I removed the t-shirt I was wearing as she walked into the closet. I followed her and stood close behind as she grabbed a nice button up shirt and pants. She looked down at my crotch and held up the pants to see if they would fit as my semi hard penis looked back at her. "That should do," she said as she placed the clothes on the bed and sat in a nearby chair. I took my time putting on the clothes, wanting as much time exposed to her as possible. "That looks nice," she said as she got up and left. I followed her out of the room as I started up a conversation about how nice the weather has been. We walked down stairs and into her room without me really noticing. I sat on the bed as she removed the white t-shirt she was wearing, exposing her bra. My cock got hard as she slid down her shorts and began bringing out clothes. "Do you like this one?" she asked as she held up a dress in front of her. "Yeah," I said as my eyes remained on her bra, hoping that she would feel the need to change it. "How about this one?" she asked as she held up a black dress in front of her body. This was my chance, if she wore the black dress she would have to change her white bra to a black one. "Yeah, I think that one is the best," I said as I admired her thin body. "Yeah, I agree," she said as she placed the dress on the bed and walked back into her closet. She returned carrying a black bra as she started undoing the straps of the white one she was wearing. She let the bra slide down as she casted it aside. I stared at her naked breasts as my stomach let out a growl. "O I am so sorry, I forgot to feed you come on," she said as she pulled me off the bed and led me to the kitchen. She poured me a bowl of cereal, still topless as if she didn't even realize. "There you go," she said as she reached over my back to place the bowel on the table, making her breast press up against the back of my head. She walked away, leaving me with a major hard on and a sense of success. My plan of getting her to be comfortable with me naked in front of her had work and even better she now was comfortable being half naked in front of me. I ate my cereal with a confidence that I never felt before, the guilt and self-loathing I previously felt have been replaced with lust and a desire like no other to have sex with my mother. I no longer simply imagined having sex with her, I wanted it, and now I was going out of my way to get it. I have constructed an error proof plan that will end up with me cumming inside her pussy over and over again. "Mitchell, you ready?" she asked as she left her room. "Yeah." We left shortly after and headed for church. We discussed ethics on the way there and when we pulled into the church parking lot the topic of sex before marriage came up. "Well I think if they both really love each other, then they can, even if they can't get married," she said as she turned off the car. "Yeah." What did she mean by "even if they can't get married", was she talking about mother and son? It fits, I told myself, two people who love each other who can't get married are a son and a mother. Mom-Prom Church lasted a long time but after wards I headed for the confession box. "Don't wait up mom, I'll be right there," I said as I walked into the box and waited for my turn. In a few short minutes the wood separating the boxes rose and a priest sat there. "What are your sins, my son?" he said in a holy sort of way. "Well I come here today Father, more for ethics than salvation." "Well that is not strictly speaking what this time is for, but I shall give you the stand point of the bible the best I can." "Thank you Father," I began, "Would God, be mad if I took part in sexual activities with my own mother?" "Your mother?" he said slightly taken back, "Well the bible does say you are not to have sex with the wife of your father." "Yes but my mom isn't married, they divorced," I said. "O yes she is," he began, "Jesus clearly states that no man or women is above the law of God, therefore, you cannot divorce. Any sex with any partner after their divorce, regardless, if they are married by human laws and practices, is still adultery with your first husband or wife." "I see, well thank you father," I said. "Be careful my son, lust and love are two very different things." The final words of the priest hit me hard. Did I love my mother or was I simply lusting after her? This question would be put in the back of my mind for now. "What did you confess?" she asked as I exited the church and found her by the car. "I can't tell you that would void the point of confession." We both laughed as we got back in the car. I took my mental to do list and checked off, "talk to a priest," and erased, "talk to a shrink," for I no longer felt guilt. When we got home the sun was up and the heat was setting in the house. I ran upstairs and removed my dress clothes as my mom walked in with a laundry basket. "Give me all your dirty clothes," she said as I stood looking at her in my boxers. I picked up most of the clothes on the floor and gave them to her. "Thanks," she said as she turned and left. "Hold on," I said. I removed my boxers slowly and threw them on the top of the pile, allowing my mom to stair a little at my man hood before turning and putting on some gym shorts. I then exited my room and headed for the pool. I jumped in and swam around for a bit before my mom came and joined me. "How is the water?" she called as she threw a towel down and began tanning her front. "Warm." "Mind putting this lotion on me?" she asked as she undid her suit top. I got out of the pool, confused on where she wanted the lotion. "Roll over," I said as I took the lotion. "O no I am tanning my front today," she said as she lifted her suit top so the bottom rim of her breast was visible. I hesitated as I took the bottle from her. I sprayed some on my hands then slowly lowered them on her stomach. I made small circles around her belly button before I moved slightly up to the lower part of her chest. My fingers casually grazed the bottom rim of her breasts before she noticed and got uncomfortable. "You're going a little too high," she said after I rubbed a good portion of her boobs with the tips of my fingers. I was no longer feeling embarrassment or self-doubt in my actions as I casually lowered my hands like I never grazed her bosoms in the first place. "All done," I said after I finished spreading the tanning lotion on the upper part of her chest. "Thank you Mitch, you're so kind to me. Want me to put lotion on you?" she asked with a tone of voice that sounded like suppressed excitement. "Sure." I got on my back and waited for her to begin rubbing, at this moment I noticed my shorts were transparent from the water and the outline of my cock was visible. "Here we are," she said as she sprayed lotion on her hand. She began rubbing my abs, making sure she got in the lines my muscles made. "So strong," she said as I began flexing, trying to impress her with my body. She finished my abs before moving up to my chest. She rubbed my pecks long and hard before her hands moved back down my stomach toward my pelvis. She pulled my shorts down so my pubes were once again, visible. "It's good you shave down there, just like mommy." She began rubbing there, dangerously close to grazing my now full erection which was pushing through the rim of the boxers. "O my goodness," she said as my boxers gave way and my cock flopped out. "Mom I'm sorry." "Don't apologize; you have nothing to worry about. I should have known you wanted to tan your penis." "Wha- yes, that is what I wanted to do," I said confused. "Well don't let me stop you, take of those shorts." I got up and slid my shorts off as she watched. I got back on my towel and closed my eyes, allowing the sun to tan my skin. I was so confused, and in all honesty you probably are too. What I think happened was when she saw my penis, being my mother; she couldn't comprehend any other reason for her son's cock to come out of his pants besides I wanted to tan it. I wasn't going to correct her as I lay, completely naked, tanning with her. I looked over to find her lying on her back as I began saying, "Mom, don't you want to get rid of your tan lines?" "Yeah I do, thanks for reminding me." She stood up and completely removed her suit then she got back down next to me. "You're going to burn mom unless you put lotion on," I said, hoping she would offer me the position to rub the lotion on her breasts and pubic area. "Right again Mitch, thank you." To my dismay she began lathering her boobs all by herself. Disappointment flooded over my as she put a hand in-between her legs and began rubbing. We tanned naked for an hour before the sound of our neighbors scared us back inside. "I think they saw my penis," I began saying as we stood by the door panting. "Yeah, they saw us both honey. What could they think, seeing a mother and son naked with each other?" she said slightly mad. "You think we did something wrong?" I asked slightly scared. "OH NO honey! I don't find nudity bad at all," she said with a gesture to us both, "in fact; let's spend the night without clothes on, just to show them we don't care." "Alright," I said, "sounds like a good idea." "Okay good, let me go take a shower and then I will make us some food," she said with a happy look on her face. "Yeah I'll do the same," I said as we parted ways. We both took showers quickly before we joined back up in the kitchen. "I'm going to grill chicken," she said as she walked over to the fridge and bent over. For the first time since I was young I got a good glimpse of my mom's pussy. It was nicely shaven and slightly open because her legs were stretching it. My cock sprang to life as she backed up into me, not noticing how close her son's erection was to her open pussy. She walked over to the sliding door and began opening it as I regained my composure from the close encounter I just experienced. "Mom, what are you doing? What if the neighbors see you?" I asked. "Mitchell, I told you, we are not going to care about what they think about nudity," she said with a smile on her face. "So are we like nudist now?" I asked stunned from her indifference with having people see her nude. "Well not in public, but at this house, yes." My heart raced at the idea of continually seeing my mom naked. I looked out the window to see her waving to someone in the distance. I looked over and saw our neighbor looking at her like she was crazy, I let out a laugh. "You should have seen the look on our neighbors face," she said as she reentered the house. "I did, classic." We both laughed as we waited for the food to cook. I liked being so natural with my mother and I highly suggest you try and get your mother to be naked around you. When the meal was served we talked longer than we ever have before and when 11:30 rolled around we had been talking for five and a half hours. "Well it's late, you better get to bed," she said after a long and intense conversation about ethics. "Yeah, excited about the dance?" I asked as I leaned back in my chair, hopping to continue the conversation and lengthen the time I got to see her naked. "I almost forgot," she began saying, "It's this week." I could hear the excitement through her words as I let out a laugh. "I'll take that as a yes." She smiled and said, "yes I am excited." "Well I can't wait," I added, making her blush. We sat smiling at each other for several minutes; we eventually began talking again about life, completely forgetting I had school tomorrow. CH.4 the Finish Line When we finally parted ways for the night it was well past 2:30. I jumped in bed and began worrying about school in the morning but the utter abyss of sleep took me away before I could complete my thought. I was lying naked in bed with a black haired woman in my arms. Her face was hidden, it was buried in my chest, but I knew who it was. "Mom," I whispered. She looked up into my eyes; she must have been sleeping because she looked tired. "Yes my son?" she asked. I kissed her on the lips, not as a son but a lover. "I have to go to school," I said as our lips parted. She kissed me again, making her tongue slide deep in my mouth. "I love you," she said as her tongue receded from my mouth. "I love you too." Our lips were inches away as my cock grew. Her fingers found it, lifting it into position if front of her pussy. "Don't go to school, stay and fuck me," she whispered as my cock slipped inside her. I awoke with a start as my mom stood over me, still naked. "Mitch, don't go to school," she began saying, "We stayed up to late." She placed her hand on me. It took us a second or two to realize her hand had come to rest on my penis. I moved my hips slightly, making my erection slide across her palm. "Well you get some sleep," she said as she removed her hand and pretended like my hips never moved. She opened my door and left, swaying her hips with every step, making her ass move back and forth. I closed my eyes again and fell asleep quickly. I awoke an hour later at around 11fully rested. I walked down stairs to find my mom cleaning naked. "She was serious about this nudist thing," I thought to myself as I said hello. She quickly stopped cleaning and started making me breakfast. I was very thankful as I began eating her delicious food. "Well what do you wanna do today?" she asked. "Well, we could watch a movie," I suggested. "Yeah that sounds good, I need a break from tanning," she said jokingly. I looked down and admired how perfectly complete her tan has become since we tanned nude yesterday. Her tan lines were almost completely gone as well as mine. "Well it looks like I have to go get dressed to go rent the movie," she said disappointedly. She stood up and left for her room, I followed shortly after. She was in her closet when I entered so I sat on her bed. I sprawled out slightly, making one of my hands slip under her pillow. My fingertips grazed something hard and long that was slightly moist. I grabbed the pillow and lifted it up as my eyes fell on the object. A purple dildo lay where the pillow once concealed it. My fingers wrapped around it and I felt how wet it was. "She must have just used it recently, I can feel her juices on it," I thought to myself as I heard movement behind me. I quickly replaced the pillow just in time as my mother walked in. "Mitchell, I didn't know you were in here," she said as her eyes darted to the pillow I just moved. "You look hot," I said bringing her attention from the pillow to me. "Really you think so?" "Well you seem a little." "Clothed, I know," she said cutting across me before I could even finish my statement. I wasn't going to say "clothed", in fact, I was going to say revealing. "I hate clothes now," she said finally. I just laughed as she walked out of the room. I followed her to the door and let her out. "I'll be right back," she said as she threw her arms around me for a hug. I placed my head on her shoulder and noticed an older couple staring at us. When my mother let go the old couples' mouths dropped open as my naked body looked back at them. They shook their heads and continued walking as my mom turned around, they must have recognized her, as my mother, because they looked extremely upset. I closed the door and began waiting for her to get back home. When she finally did, she burst in the door and started removing all her clothes. "What did you get?" I asked. "Spanking the Monkey," she said calmly. I didn't know what the movie was but after a few scenes, I got the picture. It was about incest between mother and son, and my own mother was sitting next to me completely naked. "Good movie," she said after the credits rolled. "Yeah really great." I looked over at her and she was smiling at me. My penis stiffened as she looked down at it. "Did the movie arouse you?" she asked calmly. "Yeah," I stammered out. "You should take care of that," she said with a nod toward my erection. "Okay." I got up and left for the bathroom. I couldn't believe she told me to go take care of my erection. I sat on the toilet and began masturbating. Images of my mom filled my mind as I neared my climax. "Hurry up in there," my mom said as she walked past the open door, looking in on me. The sight of my mom sent me over the edge, I cam. Thick streams of cum sprayed into my hand as she looked back in. "O good you're done, wash up now." She sat on the toilet I just left as I washed the cum of my softening penis. She was so nonchalant about the whole ordeal it confused me greatly. "Well its late," she said as I turned off the sink, "You should get to bed." I quickly left, still thinking about how she basically watched me masturbate and cum. My thoughts however were short once I got in bed and sleep drifted over me. "Wake up Mitch," my mother called as she nudged me. I opened my eyes to find her still naked and happier than ever. I got out of bed and noticed my morning wood was as hard as usual. "Well we should take a shower," she said with a smile on her face. "What do you mean?" I asked. "Well we both need to shower, it just seems silly to waste water so let's do it together." We both stood up and walked over to the shower. She turned it on then quickly jumped in, me after her. We lathered up as the water hit us. "Make sure you wash your special place," she said as she noticed no soap on my penis. I hesitated for a second as she got impatient and said "here let me do it." She grabbed my shaft and began rubbing soap up and down it. The bubbles rolled down my balls as she jerked me. I was nearing my climax as she continued rubbing. I shot a load of cum into her hand as she worked it even harder. "That's it, let it all out," she said as she continued milking my cock for all its drops. She let go of my penis only when cum stopped squirting out. "Mom, how could you do that?" I finally asked. "Honey, there is no shame in letting your semen out every now and then, I was just helping." How she said it made me feel she didn't do anything sexual, just a favor. "Well lets go, or you'll be late." We got out of the shower and parted ways. I changed into my uniform as she put on some temporary clothes. "Let's go," she said as she opened the front door. We left shortly after and we were soon at my school. "Bye honey, love you," she said as I got out of the car. "Love you too mom." I closed the door and headed up to the building. The next eight hours went by slowly and I was happy for it to be over. I walked outside to find my mom waiting for me. She gave a wave as I walked closer to her. "How was school?" she asked as she started the car. "Good." I buckled up as she pulled out of the parking lot. On the car ride home I began getting tired and when we finally pulled into the drive I was exhausted. I exited the car and slowly made my way up to the front door. It was locked so I waited for my mom to unlock it. When she finally did, I was greatly relieved to walk in the front door. I turned around to find my mom, once again, removing her clothes so I did the same. "What's wrong honey?" she asked as I removed my boxers. "Just tired." "Well let's get you up stairs." We walked up stairs, into my room, together and flopped down on the bed. I rested my head on her bosom; feeling and hearing her heart beat through her soft flesh. "That's it, go to sleep," she said as she rubbed my hair making me fall asleep in seconds. When I awoke it was around twelve at night. I looked around as my eyes adjusted to the lack of light. I felt movement at my side so I looked down. My mom was sleeping peacefully next to me. I smiled as I cuddled up next to her. I threw my arm around her and intertwined my legs with hers. My pelvis pushed up against her leg as I fell asleep once more. Dreams took my mind as images began appearing in front of my eyes. Images of my mom's flesh and my flesh intertwined in love making. My hormones rose shaking me back to the waking earth, but my mind stayed, stayed making love to my own mother. "O yeah I'm coming mom," my waking mouth moaned as I humped her leg. I blew my load all over her thigh as she sat frozen to the spot. We didn't move, our eyes met, as my juices sprayed all over her leg and stomach. She knew, she knew I wanted her, she knew her son's cock wanted her, and she knew I dreamt about it. "I-I should go," she finally said. She got up and looked back at me, I didn't say anything. She stood there, covered in her son's semen, not saying a word. Our eyes finally broke apart and she left, almost at a run. I sat naked on the bed, still leaking juices on the sheets. I got up as I heard the faint tinkling sound of the shower. I grabbed a towel and waited for my turn. When the water stopped she opened the door. "I'm sorry," she said as she blew past me. I felt ashamed as I walked into the bathroom and began showering. When I was clean I went to my room to get dressed for school. "Hurry Mitchell," I heard her call. I finished getting dressed as I opened my bedroom door. I walked down stairs and out the front door to her car. She was already sitting in the driver's seat when the car came into view. I threw my book bag in the backseat before I took my place next to her on the passenger one. We didn't utter a word to each other as we took the normal route to my school. When we finally got there I was so excited to exit the car I almost ran to the front of the school. She pulled away without a second look back. "What's up?" my friend Joel asked me. "Nothing." We both entered the school and separated for our first classes, mine math and his history. This was the first day of school I was thankful for and when 2:55 rolled around I began dreading the car ride home with my mom. "Hey mom," I said once I got in the car. She didn't look at me when she said "Hey honey how was school?" "Good." We didn't talk the rest of the car ride home and when we finally pulled into the drive way the tension could be cut with a knife. I opened the front door and began removing my clothes as she walked in after me and locked the door. I turned around to expect her clothe-less but she had all her clothes on. "Honey, we need to talk," she began saying, "You should put your clothes back on." We walked over to the dinner table and sat down. She took my hand and placed it on her lap. "Honey, I have been thinking about this morning and I have come to the conclusion we shouldn't be naked around each other anymore. I must have confused you and I am sorry. I thought being naked wouldn't change anything but I was wrong."