9 comments/ 125916 views/ 23 favorites Mother's Nude Day Sexual Fantasy By: SuperHeroRalph This is a Nude Day contest story. Please vote. Son reads his mother's journal and discovers her Nude Day sexual fantasy. * I awakened to pee again. Never did I awaken to pee before I started having inappropriate dreams and incestuous fantasies about my mother. I always slept through the night. Waking up in the middle of the night to pee is an old man thing but I'm not an old man. I'm only 22-years-old. Now, after I dreamt about my mother naked again, I awaken with a huge erection. Then, unable to get back to sleep, I have to get up to pee. Yet, before I pee, I'm so horny for dreaming about my mother naked that I need some sexual relief. I can't help myself. I stand over the toilet and masturbate over all that I dreamt of my mother. Now a nightly occurrence, having lustful dreams of my Mom, getting up to pee, and masturbating, before peeing, I haven't masturbated as much over the thoughts of having sex with my Mom in years. With the pressure of being unable to find a job and afford my own apartment, I'm reverting to how I was before I left home for college. Dreaming about her naked, dreaming about having sex with her, I thought I was done lusting over my mother. Now that all of these incestuous thoughts have resurfaced, now that I'm dreaming about my sexy mother again, I don't know what to do with my incestuous fantasies, other than to stroke myself while masturbating my lust away for her. Yet, my wicked thoughts return that night and every night in my fitful sleep. After having tossed and turned all night, covered in sweat, I'm so hot that I need to shower. Not even living with my Mom, yet, just the thought of moving back home makes me crazy with incestuous desire for her. While masturbating, running through the long list of all the ways that I can voyeur my Mom in all manners of undress and all the ways that I can expose myself to her, even though I dread the thoughts of living with my mother again and not being out on my own, nonetheless, I'm sexually excited about moving back home. What's wrong with me? Why am I like this? Why am I so sexually attracted to my mother? My lust for her is abnormal; it's perverse and my behavior is nuts. A rite of passage, I thought I outgrew the incestuous attraction that I had to her, but now it's not only all returning but also returning even stronger. A day doesn't go by that I don't think of her naked. A day doesn't go by that I don't think about exposing my cock to her. A day doesn't go by that I don't think about having incestuous sex with her. "Mommy, I love you. Mommy, I want you. I want to fuck you, Mommy. Suck my cock, Mommy." It all starts with that same damn dream. My mother is asleep naked on her couch and I'm standing over her staring down at her. Once my eyes adjust to the darkness, there's enough moonlight entering the window to make out the details of her naked form and my eyes can't believe what they are seeing. Naked with my cock in hand, I'm standing right in front of her masturbating. If she opened her eyes, she'd see me stroking my cock over the naked sight of her. Filled with fear, hoping she won't awaken and see me standing there staring at her nude body, while masturbating, but at the same time, I'm filled with incestuous lust and I want her to see me and watch me stroke my cock. Going from fear to excitement and hoping she'll awaken, wishing she'd open her eyes to see me and watch me masturbating, I wonder her reaction would be and what she'd say to seeing me stroking my cock. Will she be revolted or excited? Would she look away or stare? Would she watch me stroke my cock? Hoping she'll like what she sees and want to watch me masturbate, I have this incredible urge to cum all over her naked body. Hoping she'll reach up and touch me, stroke me, and take me in her mouth and suck me, while I fondle her big tits, play with her nipples, and finger fuck her wet pussy, that's how the dream always ends. It ends right at the good part, before she awakens, before she sees me, touches me, strokes me, and sucks me, and before I touch her and fuck her. Never do I cum, which is why I must get up to masturbate, before peeing. That dream makes me so fucking horny. Even though I know it's just a dream, the dream is so real and I'm quaking with an incestuous fever that is so hot that I can't think of anything other than my naked mother. As if I'm really there standing over her, I can see her naked body so clearly. As if it's really happening in real time, her tits, her nipples, and her pussy are right there, inches away from my horny hand, while I stroke my cock faster. I want to reach out and touch her. I want to reach out and feel her. I want to lean down and suck her nipples, while fingering her pussy. Then, when she's as excited and wants me as much as I want her, I dream of her touching me, stroking me, and sucking me. Then, I mount her and fuck her. Oh, yeah, I really fuck her hard and deep, before making love to her. I imagine kissing her, French kissing her, while my cock is buried inside of her. "I love you, Mommy. Fuck me, Mommy. Fuck me. Make love to me, Mommy." "Yes, Johnny, let me suck your cock first to make you good and hard, before you fuck your mother." Yet, knowing it's all just a dream, wishing it was real, wishing I could see her naked, wishing she'd watch me masturbate, I'm afraid to do any of that. I'm afraid that if she awakened and saw how I lust over her, she'd reject me. Able to somehow conceal my lust for her, I don't want her to know her own son is so perversely twisted that he lusts over his own mother. I could never look her in the eye again. Tarnished by my forbidden lust for her, our loving mother and son relationship would be forever ruined and, no doubt, I'd be ostracized from her home and banned from her life. I don't understand any of it. What does the dream mean? Why must I be so tortured by having the same dream every night? Never does the dream end. Abruptly stopping, always it's the same. Always I awaken sexually frustrated with an erection and the only relief I get is to masturbate over all I just dreamt. Then, after masturbating over my Mom, I always feel so wicked, dirty, and guilty for sexually fantasizing over my mother. Even though I want the dream to continue and finish, hoping if the dream ends by having sex with my Mom, the oh so sexually frustrating dreams will stop, I don't want them to ever end. Even though I go to bed with the thought that tonight is the night that I'll continue to conclusion with my incestuous dream, never do I have sex with my mother. Even when sleeping, I'm unable to cross the incestuous line. If he were still alive, I wonder what Freud would have said about the dreams that I have of my mother. It's all so very sexually frustrating that I never cum in my dream. Maybe if I had a wet dream, I'd have no reason to get up to masturbate and pee. Then, along with the sexual pleasure of the dream, there's the guilt that weighs a heavy hand of remorse on my head and pitiful sorrow in my heart. If the pleasure of having sex with my Mom wasn't so pure and so very exciting, the guilt would paralyze me from the pain of being so perversely perverted. Having to confront my reoccurring dream the next day, what was so exciting the night before, is emotionally disturbing now that I'm lusting over my mother again. As soon as I dream of my mother lying naked on the couch, as soon as I start masturbating over the imagined image of her naked body, while standing in front of my sleeping mother, and as soon as I'm about to cum all over her face, tits, and pussy, I awaken. Is it that my dream is so disturbing that I can't go all the way and cum all over my mother's naked body? "Cum, Johnny, cum. Cum on Mommy, Johnny," she says and I really want to, but can't. I so want to cum all over my mother's naked body. I really want to shoot gobs of warm oozy cum on her face, on her tits, and all over her pussy, but I can't. Still so sexually charged, yet so sexually frustrated by the reoccurring dream without conclusion, now that I'm awake, I must masturbate with the thoughts of my mother's naked body still fresh in my mind, while pretending that I'm cumming all over my naked mother, so as to finally finish my dream. "Oh, my God, it's all so real." Am I that upset about moving home that this is how my thoughts have manifested? I'd need a psychiatrist and months of therapy to help me figure out why I still lust over my Mom. Maybe moving home is the reason why I'm having to revisit the lust that I once had for my mother. Maybe the thought of living with my mother again is why I continue to have this one reoccurring dream. Maybe I shouldn't move in with her, but where do I go? I have nowhere else to go. I love my mother, but I don't want to be lusting over her and masturbating over her, in the way that I used to do every day, multiple times a day, before I went away to college. I don't want to revert back to trying to see under her skirt and down her blouse, while inventing new ways to accidentally on purpose expose my cock to her. I thought I was over all of that. After I graduated college, there were no jobs. Without having the experience to get a better paying job, I was too educated to get a minimum wage job. Besides, I could never afford to live on minimum wage. With no job, no money, and no place to live, after having to move out of my college dorm room, my Mom suggested that I live with her in her one bedroom condo, until I found a job and got settled. Once free from school, imagining myself as a footloose and fancy free bachelor going to bed with a different women every night, the idea of moving back in with my mother didn't much appeal to me then, as it still doesn't much appeal to me now. Yet, with no job, no money, and no place to romance women, the only sex that I have is with my hairy hand. If it wasn't for the incestuous lust that I obvious still have for my mother, I'd never consider moving back home. Then, I wondered about my Mom's one bedroom condo. Where would I sleep? With her condo always so hot, would I sleep naked on the couch and flash her my cock? Where would she sleep? Would she sleep in her sheer nightgown, one that raised up in disarray during the night? The thoughts of her nightgown bunched up around her waist would, no doubt, awaken me to see what I could see? Then, I thought, would we share a bed? Just the thought of sharing a bed with my mother made me crazy with lustful thoughts. If I slept in the same bed with my mother, I'd have a constant erection. I wouldn't sleep a minute for fear that I miss a view of a down or up nightgown. Pretending I was sleeping, pretending I was dreaming, with my hairy hand across her breasts and my erect cock parting her ass cheeks, I imagined spooning my Mom during the night. Humping her and rubbing my exposed cock up against her naked ass, I wondered if she'd pretend she was dreaming, too, and allow me to fuck her. Then, I'd turn over and with her hand in contact with my cock, I imagined her spooning me during the night, while fondling and stroking my cock. Then, I wondered, just as in my dream, maybe she'd sleep on the couch naked. Maybe by living out my dream, I'd finally realize my sexual fantasy of cumming all over my Mom's naked body. The thoughts of all that made me horny and made me want to masturbate again. Then, as soon as I finished masturbating over my Mom again, even though I felt sexually relieved, the guilt made me feel so much like the wickedly perverted son that I am. "Think about it, Johnny," said my Mom. "Stay with me for a year, until you get back on your feet and save up enough money to lease an apartment and live on your own." "Okay, Mom," I said suddenly feeling like the loser that I obviously am. Living here with my mother would suspend my sex life, that's for sure. I'd be one of those dreaded loser guys still living at home with his mother. I could never bring home a date to romance and hopefully have sex. "I get lonely sometimes and could use the company," she said now making me feel bad, sad, and guilty that, after being away from home for four years and after all she's done to help me, I was reluctant to return home to live with her. The only thing that got me excited about the move was stealing peeks of my Mom and exposing myself to her. I love my Mom, but I had a real fear that once I moved back in to live with my mother, I'd never leave. Somehow, whether it was her making me food, doing my laundry, which I hate doing, or cleaning up after me, she'd make me depend on her again and make me never want to leave. In what she says and how she says it, my mother always gets her way. Guilt is her biggest trump card and because I've used her in my game of incest and with her starring in my lustful dreams, my guilt is what drives me to do whatever she wants me to do. Even after having just graduated college, I suddenly felt that I was moving backwards. I wanted to be free to start my own life and not be tethered to my mother by her apron strings. Now, suddenly, I felt like her little boy all over again. Then, as soon as I thought that, feeling the need to masturbate, I thought of sucking her big tits, as I did when she breast fed me. Yet, what choice did I have? Until I found a job and could afford to rent my own place, I realized it would just be temporary with me sleeping on the couch. When I thought about sleeping on the couch, I thought about all the ways that I could expose myself to her. On the really hot nights, I could sleep naked or I could sleep with my morning erection sticking out of my pajama bottoms. I could have her accidentally on purpose catch me masturbating. Would she watch me masturbate or would she look away? Would she ask me, as I'd ask her, if I caught her masturbating, if I needed a helping hand? My Mom was an early riser and maybe I'd be the one giving her a daily morning show by sleeping naked on the couch. Maybe she'd be the one standing in front of me naked and masturbating, while I slept. Maybe she'd be the one wanting to touch me, stroke me, suck me, and fuck me, as I slept. Maybe the reason I dream of wanting my mother is because it's my Mom dreaming of wanting me. Yet, just as I considered the thought, I rejected the idea of my mother wanting me, as much as I wanted her. "Well, I guess you're stuck with me, Mom," I said dragging in all my stuff in behind me. Now that I'm home and not being her self-supporting, independent man, as if I was her little boy again, I wanted to call her Mommy. I don't know if it was because I was about to live with my mother again or because her place was so small but, with all the stuff I had, I suddenly felt suffocated and claustrophobic. For someone who had nothing, I sure had a lot of shit to move. "You take my bed, Johnny," she said. "I like staying up late watching TV. I'll fall asleep on the couch, when I get tired, which is what I usually do anyway." With a strong sense of déjà vu, as if in a hypnotic trance, as soon as she said that she falls asleep on the couch, I imagined her sleeping naked on the couch. I imagined her sleeping in her short, sheer nightgown that moved up to her waist during the night with her pussy exposed right there for me to see. I imagined her breasts exposed. During the early morning, I imagined creeping in the living room to steal peeks of my mother's naked or semi-naked body, while she was still sleeping. "Johnny, I'm so embarrassed. Don't look! Please don't look. Did you see Mommy's pussy? Did you see Mommy's tits?" Just the thought of having that type of sexual conversation with my mother gave me an erection. My Mom was a night owl, always was. I don't remember her ever going to bed before midnight and somehow waking up before the crack of dawn to make coffee and start breakfast. Figuring she wouldn't need it anymore, when I went away to college, she sold her house. Big enough for one person with a bedroom, bathroom, living area, and kitchen, her condo was very small, less than half the size of her three bedroom, two and one half bath house. Her condo was always hot, too. My Mom hated air conditioning. She didn't even have air conditioning in her car. Seldom turning it on, when the air conditioner stopped working in her condo, she didn't even bother calling maintenance to repair it. Yet, with the ceiling fan that I had in her bedroom and the living room fan going at full speed, better than being homeless, the stuffiness was tolerable and made it more livable. Besides, it was just a temporary living situation. Still, it must have been close to 80 degrees inside the condo, only a few degrees cooler than being outside. The first awkward moment happened the first day I was there. Fortunately, for the first time in weeks, I didn't have that dream of my mother. For the first time in weeks, I slept through the night. Still, always, as soon as I awaken, I have to pee. Only, my Mom was already in the shower and with having only the one bathroom, already doing the pee dance, I couldn't hold it. She had the bathroom door ajar and I know it was wrong but, hoping to see some naked part of her, I peeked inside the bathroom. I watched her showering, soaping up and lathering her hot body. Hoping she didn't catch me peeking, I felt like such a pervert. In truth, all I could see in the foggy bathroom was the silhouette of her naked form moving behind the shower curtain, but I imagined so much more. I could see the outline of her ass and her breasts. I don't know if it was because I had to pee, or if I had morning wood, or if I was just horny from knowing my Mom was standing naked behind a thin, nearly transparent piece of plastic material, just a few feet from me, but I had a huge erection. "Mom," I said knocking on the door. "I have to pee." "Come in and pee," she said. "Just don't flush the toilet." "Okay," I said. Suddenly, I had the urge to expose myself to her. As much as I wanted her to see my cock, I wanted to show her my cock. Would she stare at my exposed prick or would she look away? I wanted to masturbate right there with my mother standing in the shower. Relieving myself instead of masturbating and feeling embarrassed that my Mom could hear me peeing, I was about to leave, when she called to me. "Be a dear, Johnny, and hand me the shampoo that's on the sink," she said. Oh, my God! Suddenly, I thought of that movie, Spanking the Monkey, where the son helps his naked mother stand in the shower, after she broke her leg. The fact that I wished my Mom had broken her leg and I was in the bathroom helping her to standing, while holding her naked body, as she showered, made me so very excited, even though that was a thought I was not proud of having. I'd never wish for my Mom to break her leg. Still, wanting to sneak a peek of my mother's naked body, wanting to just rip open the shower curtain and stare at her tits, her ass, and her pussy, suddenly, I felt like the pervert that I am. It took all the control I had not to strip naked and climb in the shower with her. I'd give anything to soap up her naked body, while rubbing my hard cock against her soft ass. I imagined bending her over and fucking her doggie style, before she fell to her knees and sucked my cock. "Mom, your tits are so very dirty. Let me scrub them for you," I imagined saying. "Johnny, your cock is so filthy. Let Mommy clean your dirty cock for you with her lips, her mouth, and her tongue," I imagined my Mom saying while stroking me with her hand filled with soap. Instead, I opened the shower curtain just enough to hand her the shampoo, but in doing so, I saw a flash of her naked ass and, when she turned to accept the shampoo, I saw the side of her big breast. Oh, my God, I was suddenly so aroused. I so wanted to stick my hand inside the shower curtain and cup her big breast and finger her big nipple. Mother's Nude Day Sexual Fantasy I needed to return to my room and masturbate over what I just saw of my mother. Never having felt this way before, I just wanted to splay open the shower curtain and stare at her naked body. Wishing I had the balls to do that, wishing I could shower with her, and wishing I could feel up my naked mother, I couldn't disrespect her like that. I collected myself and left the bathroom. As soon as I returned to my room, I pulled out my cock and started stroking myself, while thinking of my Mom's naked ass and the side of her exposed breast. I wondered what the rest of her looked like. I wondered what it felt like to touch my Mom, feel my Mom, grope my Mom, kiss my Mom, and have sex with my Mom. With the images of her naked ass and the side of her naked breast fresh in my mind, I stroked myself faster and faster, until I exploded all the lust that I had for her in a tissue. I had my chance and didn't take it and now, I was kicking myself for not opening the shower curtain more and for not looking longer, especially when she turned my way. I would have loved to see her nipple or the side of her pussy. Never have I shot my load so quickly and, as soon as I did, I was still horny. Only, no longer a testosterone filled teenager, I felt so guilty for jerking off over my mother. "What's wrong with me?" Yet, as soon as I questioned my sanity and the lustfulness that I had for my Mom, I thought about tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow, the same thing will happen again, me having to pee with her in the shower. Maybe tomorrow, when she asks me to hand her the shampoo, I'll have the courage to open the shower curtain just a little more and stare a little longer, I thought while stroking my cock faster. Maybe she wanted me to look. Maybe she wanted me to see. Maybe, tomorrow, she'll open the shower curtain, while I'm still in the bathroom and stand there naked drying herself, while talking to me. Maybe tomorrow, I'll see her naked, I thought, while exploding my lust for her in a tissue again. "Mommy! I want you! Mommy, I want to feel your naked body, while you stroke my cock. Stop! Just stop. Enough. This has gone far enough. No more. I need to stop lusting over my mother." When not sleeping or masturbating, we spend most of our time in the living room. My Mom always sits opposite me on her couch with her dinner on the coffee table and I sit across from her in the recliner with my food supported on my college diploma. My diploma is hard and oversized and big enough to support my dinner plate. If my diploma couldn't support me with a job, it could at least support my dinner plate. My Mom is addicted to TV and even when I was young, we always ate in the living room, while watching TV. I don't remember ever sitting at the dining room table, even when we had a dining room table, except for Thanksgiving's Day dinner. Yet, as soon as I sat down to eat, I realized that some things never change and my Mom was still flashing me her panties. Oh, my God, I love seeing her panties and every time I do, I want to lick her through the cotton material of her panty. How could I ever forget that exciting feeling, when seeing her panties? As soon as she flashed me her panty clad pussy, as if a fast forward movie, thousands of panty flashes sped through my mind and I immediately remembered all of them and immediately I had an erection. Sitting across from me with her knees parted just enough to give me a nice view of her panty clad pussy, admittedly, it was a view I never tired of seeing, especially when I was younger and hornier. Then, every time she leaned down to eat her food, I had a nice down blouse view of the roundness of her breasts, her cleavage, and her bra. Even though her panty and bra flashes were inadvertent, it aroused me to imagine that her flashes were on purpose and I so wanted to reach up her skirt to cup her pussy and/or down her blouse to feel her tits. My Mom has a great set of knockers. Every time I see any part of her breasts or her bra, I think about touching, feeling, and caressing her tits, while sucking her nipples. Maybe because of my mother, I'm a breast man and I'd give anything to see more of my mother's tits. Living with my mother again, I have no idea how many times I masturbated over my Mom inadvertently flashing me her panties and bra. I've lost count, not that I ever counted. At first, I wasn't looking. Yet, after a while, I couldn't help myself from staring. Every time she leaned forward to take some food, her knees part just a little more to give me a better view of her panty. Always hoping to see more of her anyway, hoping she'd forget to wear her panties, I was mesmerized by the sight of her underwear. Once I left for college, I stopped masturbating over my mother. Yet, now that I'm here and she's flashing me her panty and bra again, I've reverted to being the perverted son that I am. The sight of her underwear was still so very arousing and her inadvertently flashing me always inspired the sexual attraction that I had for her, especially now that it's been a while since I had sex. Only, that's as far as my titillation with incest ever went, with her inadvertently flashing me, me looking, and then me masturbating over all that I saw of her later. Yet, except for what happened in the bathroom this morning and all those recent reoccurring dreams that I've had over my mother, I thought I was beyond lusting over my mother. That first night, I was writing in bed, something I always do, when I dropped my pen. Of course, the pen rolled under the bed and when I got down on my hands and knees to retrieve it, there was a book beneath my mother's bed. Curious to know what she was reading and why it was there under her bed, I pulled it out to see what it was and was surprised that it was a journal. I had no idea my Mom kept a journal. I know it was wrong to invade her privacy and I know I shouldn't have read it, but I couldn't help myself. Besides, it wasn't as if it was a diary. It was just a journal. Even with the fan going at full speed, it was so hot in that small room and I couldn't sleep. I was bored, so I opened her journal and started reading. Much of what she wrote about her day and about her feelings was mundane, boring and uninteresting middle age women stuff. Sometimes, being that she's my Mom, I forget that she's a woman, has normal feelings and desires, and had a life before me. Still, it was fun living vicariously through my Mom, while learning more about her through what she wrote in her journal. There were a few entries about me moving back home and I was about to close her journal to return to my writing, when I saw she had a few recent entries about her reoccurring erotic dream. Grossed out at first that my Mom had erotic dreams, I was curious to know what kind of erotic dreams my Mom had. Since I recently had reoccurring erotic, albeit incestuous, dreams, too, that is, until I moved in with my mother, it was exciting to read what my mother wrote. Even so, I couldn't help but feel guilty over the erotic dreams that I was having over my mother, dreams that, even in my Mom's wildest erotic fantasy, she'd never have about me. My cock twitched at the thought of my Mom having an erotic dream. Treading on dangerous ground, I realized that I was crossing a line by reading her journal and invading her privacy, but I couldn't stop myself from reading what she wrote. Besides, so long as I returned the journal just where I found it, she'll never know that I read her journal. Other than masturbating over the thoughts of her naked, at a time when I was just a young adult and had buckets of testosterone flowing through me, I never thought of my Mom as a sexual woman with erotic desires of her own, that is, until I moved back home and started reading about her erotic dream. I fluffed up my pillow and got comfortable in preparation to read my Mom's erotic dream. "I know it was wrong, but I always wanted him to see me naked. After having chickened out so many times before, with this final opportunity at hand, it was now or never. I had to make my move. With Nude Day in just a few days, my perfect excuse for being naked in public and wicked, there'd be no other excuse for what I was about to do, other than if I had been drinking and was drunk. Without doubt, with me sashaying around him without clothes, he'd know that I wanted him." What? Oh, my God. I couldn't believe what I was reading. My Mom was not only lusting over someone but also she was planning on getting naked in public for Nude Day. I suddenly had an image of my Mom naked and drunk. If Nude Day wasn't the primo opportunity to grope my drunken, naked mother, I couldn't think of a better time. Suddenly, I was horny with the thought of touching and feeling my naked mother and started to get an erection. Yet, more importantly, who was it that she wanted to see her naked? I continued reading. "I've thought about getting drunk, but I don't drink. I even thought about pretending to be drunk, but I don't think I could pull that off without laughing. Never having been naked in public before, I can't remember the last time I was drunk, but Nude Day would keep my intentions innocent, should he not reciprocate my desire. Besides, he knows I don't drink. More importantly, I'd rather have my wits about me to see his reaction, when he sees me completely naked for the first time. Further, should he want me, as much as I want him, I'd want to be sober to experience all of him." Holy shit! Suddenly, again I pictured my Mom parading around naked in public on Nude Day. Something I haven't done in years, thinking of my mother naked, that is, before I had all those damn dreams about her and before I moved in with her and wanted to whip open the shower curtain and ogle her naked body, I constantly thought about her naked now. I was filled with incestuous lust for my imagined naked, drunken mother. I couldn't even wrap my brain around her trying to seduce some man and I couldn't help but wonder who it was she trying to seduce by exposing her naked body to him? I had a good idea what she looked like naked, after seeing bits and pieces of her this morning and after walking in on her, as she was emerging from the shower one time, years ago. She grabbed a towel, so I only saw a quick flash of her tits and pussy. With just the two of us living together, after she divorced my Dad, when I was just a kid, I had plenty of opportunities to see my Mom in all manner of undress and I did as much as I could to see her for fodder to masturbate over later. I replayed that day in my mind. Honestly and regrettably, timing it perfectly, I opened the bathroom door on purpose, when I knew she'd be just stepping out of the shower. We stood there staring at one another for what seemed like minutes, but it was only a few seconds. Immediately, she grabbed a towel and covered herself, but I saw enough of her to imagine the rest. Just having turned 18-years-old, it was a time when I was still a virgin and out of my mind with horniness and incestuous lust for my mother back then, just as I'm still feeling about her now. Some things never change. My Mom was the first nearly naked women I saw in person. My Mom was my favorite person to masturbate over. Now, sadly, no doubt, because I'm living with her again, here I am reliving all of my incestuous thoughts all over again. For a mature woman of 44-year-old, my Mom's not a bad looking woman. If she was anyone but my mother, I'd say she was a MILF. Only a size 6, she still has her slim and sexy figure. Actually, no one believes she's in her 40's. Most people think she's in her thirties. Never having smoked, always watching what she eats, and staying out of the sun, it's all the yoga, swimming, and walking she does, no doubt that preserves her hot body. Now, I wondered who she was writing about and I continued reading hoping to learn who it was. "A sucker for a tall man with a hard body, I've always been attracted to him. I know it's wrong, but sometimes, we don't get to pick our partners; it just happens. Maybe because it's been a while since I've had sex, but I've been thinking about him more lately, especially at night, when I'm feeling so horny that I touch myself." Oh, my God. Now, there's a new wrinkle that I never considered. My Mom gets horny enough to touch herself. My Mom masturbates. Even though I realize that everyone masturbates, some more than others, especially me, I never really thought about my Mom masturbating. Suddenly, an image of my Mom in bed with her knees up, her legs spread, and her panties down around her ankles, as she fingered her pussy filled my mind with renewed incestuous lust for my mother. I'd so love to walk in and catch my Mom masturbating. I'd do anything to catch her masturbating. Maybe she'd ask me for a hand, a finger, or a tongue. "Mom, do you need some help?" "Yes, Johnny, be a dear and lick Mommy's pussy." I couldn't believe my Mom wrote this and I couldn't believe I was reading this. I figured whoever it was she was writing about was a married man, the reason, no doubt, why she wrote that her feelings for him were wrong and her behavior in thinking about getting naked on Nude Day and exposing her body to him was wicked. I had no idea my Mom was so wicked and feeling so horny. Suddenly, down from her pedestal, my Mom was more human and apparently, just as horny as I am. I continued reading her journal. "Only, he's so young, half my age. Yet, I yearn to feel a hard cock for once, instead of another Viagra induced erection." I couldn't believe what I was reading. I had to stop. Half her age? That's my age. No frigging way. That's so wrong. Jealous anger washed over me. How could my mother be attracted to someone half her age? Eww. My Mom's a cougar. Then I wondered if I knew him. Quickly, I thought about all my friends who were tall and had a hard body. They all were and they all did. Then, I tried to think of which one of them would be remotely interested and/or teasing my Mom for sex. The bastard, the dirty bastard, whichever one of my friends it was, I'd set him straight. I couldn't believe my Mom wrote the word cock. This was surreal. Never have I ever heard my Mom even say the word. Of course I realize that everyone has sex, but for me, I couldn't even believe my Mom was having sex, albeit with guys who were old enough to need Viagra to get an erection. Suddenly feeling like the protective son, if I knew who my Mom was writing about, I'd have a talk with him and tell him to stay that Hell away from my mother. "While touching myself, pulling and twisting my nipples and fingering my pussy, I wonder what he looks like naked. I wonder what it would feel like for him to kiss me, touch me, and make love to me. I'd love to feel his big, hard cock in my hand, in my mouth, and in my pussy. I can't stop myself from thinking about his cock. I wonder how big it is, when he's hard. I wonder what it'd feel like to wrap my fingers around his cock and stroke him, before sucking him." I couldn't believe my Mom was writing about playing with herself, while thinking about some guy's cock. I know it was wrong, but after reading what my Mom had written, I had an erection. Maybe because it was my Mom who wrote this, but this was the most erotic thing I've ever read. "I think about what his reaction would be to seeing me naked. Would he want me or reject me? Would he look away or would he stare? Using Nude Day as my excuse, having such a strong desire to parade around him naked, I'd tell him that I always celebrate the Nude Day holiday naked. Would he look at me or would he look away? Would he try to cover me up or would he get naked and celebrate the Nude Day holiday with me, too? Then, I wonder, would he touch me, feel me, grope me, and caress me? Would he make love to me? Would he suck my tits and finger my pussy? Would he lick me and allow me to suck him?" The reaction that I had to reading this part was a strange one. I was actually jealous that my Mom was lusting over some young dude my age. She was my Mom. I thought about taking her out somewhere for Nude Day, to make sure she didn't have the chance to make a fool of herself by stripping naked in front of some young dude half her age, but where? I could take her to the beach, then we could go to lunch and dinner and maybe even stay overnight somewhere. Perhaps, once she got over not being naked and parading around in front of this dude on Nude Day, her sexual lunacy would subside and she'd forget all about this guy, whoever the Hell he was. "I had a dream that I was lying on the couch naked pretending I was asleep and he was watching me sleep, while masturbating over the nude sight of me." What? No frigging way. Are you kidding me? I couldn't believe what I was reading. When I started reading this, I had to stop. This was my reoccurring dream. My mother and I were having the same frigging reoccurring dream. What are the odds of that? Oh, my God! What does it mean? Then, when I thought about it, with her being my mother and me being her son, I could understand us having the same dream, desires, and feelings. Yet, with her having a dream for some young dude and me having the same dream for her, it was all so surreal. So far apart in our ages, wants, and needs, yet, nonetheless, the reoccurring dream was all too close for comfort. "Then, I opened my eyes and watched him masturbate. I watched him stroking his big, hard cock faster. Then, when he's ready to cum, he shoots his load all over my face, my hair, and my breasts, before wiping his still dripping cock across my lips. No longer pretending I'm sleeping, I lick his cum that drips from my lips and I so want to take his cock in my mouth and suck him, but I'm so afraid he'd reject me." Is that how my dream was supposed to end with me, as some young dude, cumming all over my mother's face, hair, and breasts? While my Mom was having the same dream about some young dude, I was having the same dream about her. I couldn't believe what I was reading. Definitely, just as I know there's something wrong with me, there's something wrong with my mother, too, for lusting over some guy half her age. I didn't know who was worse, me for having that kind of sick dream about my mother or my Mom having that dream over some young dude half her age. Both of us at our sexual peaks, just like mine are, her sexual feelings must be hormonal. She must be going through the change of life. This isn't like her. Whoever this guy was, he made her like this. It's his fault. She's out of control. If I knew who the Hell he was, I'd make sure he stayed the Hell away from my mother. Yet, in reading what she wrote, she excited me so much that I had to remove my cock from my pajama bottoms and start stroking myself. Even after reading so many stories on Literotica, never have I ever read anything as hot as my mother's journal. I imagined instead of her lusting over some other guy, she was lusting over me. I imagined my Mom flashing me her naked body. I imagined her watching me masturbate. I imagined cumming all over her naked body, just in the same way that she wanted this young dude to cum all over her. It didn't take me long to get myself off and I exploded in a tissue. I returned her journal to where I found it under her bed and fell asleep. That night, I had my reoccurring dream again. Just as she had written in her journal, I dreamt of coming upon my mother asleep on the couch naked and cumming all over her face. Something I never thought I'd do or ever want to do, even when I was having my reoccurring dream, at least this time, with the help of my Mom's journal, my dream went a little longer and I actually shot my load in my dream all over my naked mother. Yet, the fact that a facial cum bath was my Mom's sexual fantasy, after reading all that she wrote in her journal, giving my Mom a facial cum bath was now my sexual fantasy, too. Mother's Nude Day Sexual Fantasy The next day was just like all the days before with me looking for a job. Fishing in a dry hole, I e-mailed and mailed resumes and cover letters, and still couldn't even get an interview. Only, after last night, today was a little different. Thinking about my Mom stripping and walking around naked in front of some young dude, I couldn't help but look at my mother differently and more sexually. When I looked at her, I imagined her with cum all over her face and hair. Embarrassed to admit it, knowing it was wrong, but I was looking forward to sitting across from my mother, while having my supper. Between her constantly and continual flashing me her panties and bra and me reading her erotic journal, I was in a constant state of incestuous arousal. Nonetheless, still feeling as guilty as I was sexually frustrated, the sexual feelings that I felt for my mother were confused and every time I thought of my mother in that way, I tried to think of something else. The root of my sexual frustration was that not only was I jealous that my mother was so horny over some other guy but also I knew she'd never have those kinds of sexual feelings for me. Now that I was thinking more about who it was she was lusting over, definitely, without doubt, it had to be one of my friends, but I couldn't think of which one it was. Now, thinking of my mother as more of a sexual woman, while thinking of her masturbating herself, for sure, I was ready to more enjoy her flashing show as more of a sexual one. I love my Mom's thighs and now seeing her panties, I wondered what it would be like to touch her, feel her, finger her, lick her, and have deep penetrating sex with her. What the Hell, if she was lusting after some young guy, why not lust over me? As soon as I thought that, I disqualified myself as a contestant in my Mom's sexual fantasy. She's my mother and I'm her son. Having sex with her was incest and would be so wrong on so many different levels. Later that night, I know it was wrong, but I was excited about reading more of her journal. I took out my cock and started fondling myself. This time, I skipped over all the mundane entries and started with her reoccurring erotic dream, while slowly stroking myself. Continuing to read more, what I read tonight was just as hot as what I read last night. "Nude Day, Nude Day, Nude Day, what's so exciting about Nude Day? The thoughts of getting naked, the thoughts of being so bold and so forward to show him my naked body paralyzes me and I can't think of anything else. Do I dare walk around naked in front of him? I want to, but can I do that? Do I dare do that? What would his reaction be to seeing me naked? I haven't felt this sexually liberated, since I divorced my husband. Awash in a sexual fever, I need to get naked in front of him to heat up my libido for me to cool down my horniness." Yet, I surprised myself by thinking what I was thinking. Even though my mother wants to walk around naked for someone else, please walk around naked for me, too. So long as I can be a fly on the wall to see my mother walking around naked, too, I'd be happy. Then, I realized, maybe I'm in her way of getting naked. Maybe, because I'm here, she's afraid that I'll see her naked. No doubt, she feels awkward enough about walking around naked for Nude Day, in hopes of this young dude seeing her naked, and probably feels worse because I'm in her way. "I know that if he made the first move, as part of the game we all play, I'd reject him. That's just how it is when playing that type of dangerous sexual game. Yet, if I enticed him enough for him to make the first move, that would be different. I'd allow him to touch me, feel me, and have sex with me. If he wanted to fuck me, I wouldn't turn him down. Definitely, I'd suck his cock, I would. I dream about sucking his big prick. I'd allow him to cum in my mouth, too, and I'd swallow all that he had to give." Holy shit! Oh, my God. My Mom sucks cock. My Mom is a cocksucker. My Mom dreams of giving this young dude a blowjob. My Mom swallows. My Mom is a slut. Are you kidding me? Other than thinking about her blowing me, never did I ever imagine my Mom blowing anyone else, not even my Dad. Even though I wanted to read more, I couldn't. I was just too frigging excited. I needed to masturbate over all I had just read. While stroking myself faster, I couldn't help but imagine my mother sucking some dude's cock, before I imagined my mother sucking my cock. I exploded all that I had in a tissue again, before falling asleep, while dreaming about my Mom sucking my cock, me cumming in her mouth, and her swallowing. Again, the next day was like all the other days before, except, now, when thinking about all that my Mom had written, I was getting more turned on by all that my Mom was showing me. I stopped thinking of her as my mother, but more as a sexy, sexual, and sensual woman, a woman who loved cock, gave blowjobs, allowed her lover to cum in her mouth, and swallowed. Every time I looked at her face, I stared at her lips, while envisioning her taking my cock past her lips and in her mouth. I imagined her sucking me, while stroking me, as I fondled her big tits and fingered her nipples. Just as I knew it was wrong to read her journal, I knew it was wrong to be lusting over my mother, only I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop myself from thinking of my mother naked. No doubt the work of the Devil, I was aflame in an incestuous inferno. If the Devil was here today, I'd be on my way to Hell. With tomorrow being Nude Day, I was so looking forward to reading more of her journal tonight. I needed to know who it was that she wanted to see her naked. I wondered if she'd get naked tomorrow. I wondered if I'd see her naked. Then, I realized that I needed to nip this in the bud, before she went through with this and ruined her reputation. She lived in a small condo community where everyone knew everyone and had nothing else better to do than to gossip. My Mom would be deemed a whore, if they knew she was walking around naked and having sex with a guy half her age. Only, I needed a plan. I needed to get her the Hell out of here and away from that guy she lusted over and wanted to exposed her naked body to and fuck and suck. As her son, her only child, it was my sole responsibility to do something to save her and whatever I decided to do to help was for her own good. No doubt, she'd thank me later. Even if I had to hogtie her, I'd belt her in my car and we'd go somewhere for the day. If she's so intent on getting naked on Nude Day, she could get naked in front of me. We could go to the nude beach together. She could strip naked and show me her naked body and I'd reciprocate by stripping naked, too, and showing her my naked body. Only, I knew she'd never get naked in front of her son. Suddenly, the image of my Mom hogtied and naked filled my mind with incestuous lust again. I imagined touching her everywhere, while she was tied. I imagined stripping her naked myself, in honor of Nude Day. What am I going to do? I'm crazed with the incestuous sexual thoughts of my mother. I need to stop. I need a girlfriend. I need to have sex with someone, anyone, other than my mother. Then, I thought, maybe I should confront her. Maybe I should tell her that I found her journal and read it. I'd tell her that she'd be wrong to give her body to some young guy, who only wanted to use her for sex. Maybe she wouldn't care. Maybe she wants sex just as much as that young guy she's lusting after wants to give her sex and as much as I want to have sex with my Mom. Like mother like son, maybe she's just as horny as I am. She is my mother after all. Yeah, that's what I'll do. I'll talk to her the first thing tomorrow over breakfast. I'll tell her I read her journal. I'll ask her who it is she's lusting over and then will go have a talk with him. Maybe then she'll listen to reason and I can talk some sense in her. If not, I'll beat up her intended young boyfriend. Only, no doubt, she'd be mad that I invaded her privacy by reading her journal and I wouldn't blame her, but it's for her own good. Besides, she practically left it out in the open. Only, she didn't know I'd be coming home and sleeping in her bedroom. No doubt, she forgot it was there under her bed. Then, I thought if I told her I read her journal, no doubt, she'd tell me to mind my own business. Maybe she'd throw me out of her condo. Where would I go then? I didn't know what to do, but I needed to do something. Maybe after sleeping on it tonight, I'll know what to do tomorrow. For now, every time I thought of my mother walking around naked on Nude Day and exposing her hot body to some guy half her age, I couldn't stop myself from reading more of her journal. "How can I get him interested in me, other than to flash him my panties and bra?" Now, as if she was cheating on me, as if she was my wife or my girlfriend, instead of my mother, I was jealous that my mother was flashing this bastard her panties and bra, too. Are you kidding me? I don't know why, but I always felt kind of special that I was the only one seeing my Mom's panties and bra and now to know that there's some other dude seeing my Mom's panties and bra made me angry. Then, I wondered, who else has my Mom flashed her panties and bra to besides me and this other guy? Imagining that my Mom had flashed her panties and bra accidentally or purposefully made me hot with desire for her. I wish I knew who it was she was lusting over. For sure, I'd beat the crap out of him for looking at my Mom's panties and bra. Again, I thought of all my friends, wondering if it was one of them that she was so sexually attracted. Definitely, it had to be one of my friends. Without a doubt, it had to be one of them. Then, I thought, maybe it was someone at the bank, the grocery store, or the car dealership, where she takes her car for service. Maybe it's someone from work or who works here at her condo, a maintenance man, the pool man, and the son of one of the residents. It could be anyone. Only how could I find out who it was? Other than just asking her, if I knew who it was she was lusting over, that information would help me talk some sense in her or put the fear of God in him to leave my fucking mother alone. Even though I was in an agitated state, I continued reading. "I always wish he'd flash me his cock, but he never does. Knowing how I feel about him, I think I'd lose all control, if I saw his erect cock. I'd kiss him, French kiss him, while touching him, stroking him, and cupping his balls, before falling to my knees and taking him in my mouth." Oh, my God. I had to stop reading to collect myself. No longer angry that my mother was lusting over some young guy and that he had seen my mother's panties and bra, I was too aroused to be angry. Again, I removed my pajama bottoms and started stroking myself as I read. This by far was the most erotic thing I've ever read and to know that it was my mother who wrote it made it even hotter. "Then, I'd pull him down on top of me. I'd reach down and take his hard cock in my hand and position it by my wet pussy. I'd slowly hump him, until his cock was deep inside of me. Then, I'd fuck him. I'd really pound his hard body. Oh, yeah, I'd give him the fucking of his young life. After I fucked him, I'd make love to him. And after I made love to him, I'd suck him off and swallow all he had to give." With tomorrow being Nude Day, either I needed to get my Mom the Hell out of here or I really needed to find this guy, before it was too late. Feeling so very jealous, I didn't want her stripping naked and exposing her body to this guy. How could I look her in the eye knowing that she lost all control just for the sake of sex? I'd lose all respect for her. Then, I started to think with my penis, instead of with my brain. What if I could somehow see my Mom naked, too, on Nude Day. I wondered about buying a camera and installing it somewhere in the condo. I'd tell her that I was going out for the day. Only, what if she went to his place? For sure, whoever this guy was, he'd only use my mother to get what he wants. What 22-year-old guy would want a 44-year-old woman, other than for sex? More understandably, lots of 44-year-old women would want a 22-year-old man, but this wasn't just any woman; this was my mother. Without a doubt, my Mom needs a boyfriend, even a fuck buddy, so long as he's more her age. Maybe tomorrow, I'll help her write a profile and sign her up for an Internet dating service, while making sure she checks the age box, 44-years-old to 48-years-old. "I imagine him giving me an orgasm with his finger, his tongue, and his cock. Oh, my God, if he gave me three orgasms, if he did that for me, I'd give him the blowjob of his young life and a blowjob he'd never forget. I'd suck his cock every day, I would, and allow him to cum in my mouth." Bordering on perverted, I had no idea my Mom was so graphically and explicitly sexual. My Mom thinks about sucking some guy's cock as much as I think about seeing her ass, tits, and pussy. All the while reading this, thinking of this guy fingering, eating, and fucking my mother's pussy, and my Mom blowing him, I couldn't stop myself from stroking myself. Only, with just a few more words left, I didn't want to cum, not yet. I wanted to finish reading what she wrote. Maybe she'll identify who he is or at least describe him more. Maybe she wrote his name. Maybe I can stop her from making a fool of herself before it's too late. "I have no idea how to seduce him, other than by leaving my journal beneath my bed, where my son would surely see it and read it." What? Did I just read what I think I read? My Mom purposely left her journal for me to read? I'm the young dude that she's been lusting over and that she wants. No way! Oh, my God. A flood of feelings raced through my body. I was excited. I was aroused. I was confused. It was then that I realized that I wanted and had been lusting over my Mom, as much as she wanted and had been lusting over me. This is crazy. I put her journal down and climbed out of bed. I was naked and my cock was erect, so erect that it bounced and swayed side to side, as I walked. Never had I been as hard as I was then. Listening for the sound of the television, I listened at the bedroom door first, before I slowly and quietly opened it. Well past midnight, it was dark and I was as afraid as I was excited. The TV was off and my Mom was asleep on the couch. I could see the top of her head and her hair. Wondering what she was wearing, I wondered what I'd see of her. With my mind filled with lustful and incestuous thoughts for my mother, never have I ever been as excited over her, as I was now. Was she wearing her nightgown? I hoped that she was sleeping without a blanket and while she was sleeping her nightgown had risen up enough to expose her panties. Maybe, when sleeping she doesn't wear panties and her pussy was exposed. Oh, my God, I was so excited that I was shaking. Still slowly stroking myself with one hand, while thinking of all she had written, I was rubbing the sleep from my eyes with my other hand. Slowly I crept closer. What if she woke up and saw me naked and stroking myself? After what I just read in her journal, I didn't care. Finally, when my eyes focused and I could see better in the dark, as I rounded the end of the couch, I saw that my Mom was lying on the her back and she was naked. Fuck me. She's naked. My Mom is naked. Oh, my God! Her naked body is right there before me. I so wanted to turn on a light. With my eyes finally adjusting to the darkness, I couldn't help but stare, while stroking myself faster. Quietly and ever so slowly, I walked closer to my Mom for a better look of her naked body. Oh, my God. She's naked, totally naked. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God! I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Finally, after all these years lusting over my mother, I was seeing all of her. The closer I got the more of her I saw and the more excited I became. Faster I stroked myself. My Mom was naked, naked, naked. Her tits and her pussy were right there. I so wanted to touch her, feel her, and grope her. I couldn't stop stroking myself, while staring at her naked body. She was so beautiful and she was so naked. There was enough moonlight streaming in the window that I could clearly make out her tits and her nipples. She had a trimmed patch of brown pubic hair that I had this sudden urge to touch her, to finger, to lick, and to fuck. Standing in front of the couch, just as she wrote in her journal and just as I had done so many times before in my reoccurring dream, my Mom's pussy was only inches away from my horny hand, as I continued stroking myself faster. Just as she wrote in her journal, I imagined giving her three orgasms for the reward of her giving me the blowjob of my young life. I remembered what she wrote about me cumming all over her face, her hair, and her tits and I so wanted to do that, but I couldn't. I just couldn't do that, not to my mother. How could I do that? She's my mother. Besides, how could I do that without waking her? Even if I didn't awaken her by shooting my warm oozy cum all over her face and naked body, how could I explain all the dried cum all over her face and body in the morning? Just because she wrote what she did doesn't necessarily mean that she'd really want me to do that. I've written lots of perverted things that I think about, but would never do, such as cumming all over my sleeping, naked mother. Only, so very horny and in such an aroused state, I couldn't stop stroking myself, while staring at her. Even the time after my senior Prom, when my date, Mary Elizabeth let me feel her up and suck her tits, then she sucked my cock, never have I been as aroused as I was now. There I was standing by the couch with my naked mother, while stroking myself, as all the things she wrote about me in her journal ran through my mind. As if I was an actor playing a sexy scene in a porn film, I was crazed out of my mind with incestuous lust for my mother. Stroking myself still faster, it just happened. While staring at her, while remembering all those erotic things she wrote about me, mindlessly, I stroked myself so fast, too fast, until it was too late and I exploded cum all over my mother. "Oh, my God. Fuck! I don't frigging believe this. I can't believe I just ejaculated all over my Mom." I couldn't stop cumming. As if it was my lust physically showing, big gobs of cum shot out of my cock so fast and so forceful that when it hit my Mom's naked body, it just splattered everywhere. My cum was all over her naked body. She had my cum in her hair, across her eyes, on her cheek, on her nose, on her chin, across her lips, on her stomach, across her pubic hair, and all over her breasts. There was so much cum. Never have I ejaculated as much cum in one masturbation session, as I had now. "Oh, my God, Johnny," said my Mom wiping cum from out of her eyes. "Mom! I'm so sorry. I just couldn't stop." I couldn't believe she was awake. I was in big trouble now. "Thank you," she said, when her eyes popped open. Thank you? She just thanked me for cumming all over her. "Mom, I'm so embarrassed." Standing there holding my erect prick, I don't know why I was so embarrassed but I was. "Don't be embarrassed," she said. "I was hoping you'd find my journal and read it. I didn't know how else to seduce you." "Mom, this is so wrong," I said too excited to mean it and too aroused to feel why something so good was so wrong. "It's only wrong, if you think it's wrong. Who's to know what we do behind closed doors? To everyone, we're just a mother and son living together to help get one another through a difficult time," she said with a motherly smile, while wiping away my cum with a tissue. Mother's Nude Day Sexual Fantasy "Touch me, Johnny. Feel my breast. Finger my nipple. Mommy needs some relief, too." Never disobeying my mother, I reached down and felt her breast, first one and then the other, while slowly running my palm across her nipples. Immediately her nipples responded to my touch and my cock pulsated to what I was feeling. Then, when she reached up and took a hold of my cock, I was lost in incestuous lust. "Mommy." "Yes, Johnny." "I want you, Mommy." "Mommy wants you, too," she said pulling me closer to her by my erect prick, before taking me in her mouth and sucking me. My Mom was blowing me. I couldn't believe it. Watching her suck me, while stroking me, it was so exciting to see my cock buried in my mother's mouth. "Oh, my God, Mom. Suck my cock. Suck it, Mommy. Blow me," I said humping her mouth, while fucking her face. "Mommy needs some sexual satisfaction, too, Johnny. Fuck Mommy, son," she said opening her arms and her legs. "Make love to your mother." I mounted my mother and she directed my cock inside of her. She was so wet, so warm, and so tight. I couldn't believe I was making love to my mother. Then, she kissed me, French kissed me and we made out, as if we were horny teenagers kissing for the first time. "Happy Nude Day, Mom." "Happy Nude Day, son." * Please don't forget to vote, make a comment, and/or add me and this story to your favorite lists. Thank you for reading my story.