7 comments/ 17402 views/ 18 favorites Mirror, Mirror on the Wall Ch. 02 By: SusanJillParker This story is dedicated to my friend, Joe, in Ireland. May his mother, Beatrice, rest in peace. * Whether or not Joey's mother, Betty, goes with him to a nude beach in celebration of Nude Day and her birthday, tonight is the night that he'll see his mother in her bra and panty, topless, and, maybe even naked. Review from chapter 1 "Joey! Joey! Joey!" Every time she called his name, thinking she was in trouble or in pain, he looked over at her ready to help her. Yet, it was obvious that she didn't need any help from him. It was obviously to him by her smiling, happy face that she was enjoying the sexual assault. If she wanted any help from anyone, she wanted to have sex with even more men. "Joey! Joey," she kept calling his name in fright, in fear, in pain, and in sexual arousal. "Joey!" With there too many naked men for him to stop from having their wicked, sexual way with his mother, as if they were ants at a picnic or killer bees in s horde, they swarmed his mother. As if she was the lone, topless, drunken woman standing in the middle of Bourbon Street in New Orleans, a dozen men attacked her. As if she was a porn star making a porn movie or a stripper on stage giving live sexual acts, two dozen hands touched her, felt her, fondled her, groped her, and had sex with her. Taking their sexually twisted turns, two men stuck their cocks in each of her hands, one man lifted his mother up and bent her forward to stick his erect prick in her pussy, while a fourth man stuck his prick in her mouth. With one man humping her from behind and a second men humping her from the front, looking much like a giant paint mixing machine, she didn't even have to move her hands to give the other two men a hand job. One after another, after another, as soon as the four men ejaculated their cum inside of her pussy, inside of her mouth, and all over her, four more men stepped up to take their sexual turns with her. All that Joey could do was to watch his mother being gangbanged on Nude Day for her 47th birthday on a nude beach. Oh the tragic shame of it all. Poor Betty. Poor, poor, pitiful Betty. With her not having sex with anyone to having sex with her son and now to having sex with a multitude of naked, male strangers, this is one birthday and one Nude Day that mother and son will never forget. "Joey! Joey," she screamed ejaculating a cock from her mouth with her tongue for her to speak only to have someone else stick their cock in her mouth. Joey! Joey! Joey!" Unable to do anything about his mother so sexually taken and so physically abused, he was as angry as he was sexually excited. His mother helplessly calling his name will haunt him, albeit sexually excite him, for the rest of his life. Yet, seemingly, as least she appeared that she was enjoying being gangbanged. For sure, this is the best birthday she's ever had. With nothing that he could do, all that he could do was to watch...while waiting his turn. 'Next! Who's next?' He watched his mother fucking one man before fucking another. He watched his mother sucking one man before sucking another. He watched men fingering her, licking her, and fucking her ass and fucking her pussy. He watched even more men giving her more cum baths. Even in his wildest pornographic videos that he sometimes watched online, never has he witnessed anything as sexually graphic and distastefully disgusting, yet erotically exciting as this. With his mother his sexy porn star, he couldn't wait to get her home, clean her up, and have his sexual turn with her. * * * * * Chapter Two "Joey! Joey! Joey! Wake up. I made coffee. What would you like for breakfast?" Joey yawned and opened his eyes to see his beautiful mother standing over him. Fuck, immediately he realize that it was all just a dream. It was all just a dream. He couldn't believe it was all just a dream. His mother awakened him in the middle of the best incestuous, sexual dream he ever had of her. Not only did he see her naked but also he touched her, he felt her, he kissed her, and he had sex with her. He gave her oral sex. Then, he watched three men give her a cum bath. Finally, as if it was really happening, he watched her being gangbanged. In his oh so realistic dream, his mother pulled a train. Before he could get his mother home, clean her up, and have incestuous sex with her, she ruined the part of his dream where he was finally going to have sex with his mother. Then, when he saw what his mother was wearing, making him forget his silly dream, he concentrated more what was now before his eyes instead of what was in his dreams. The live image of his mother forced him to concentrate more on his incestuous reality than on his sexual fantasy. She was wearing his favorite nightgown, the short, low cut, sexy, satin, blue nightgown that he bought her for Christmas. If he was a beautiful woman with a shapely body like his mother had and had an adult son, this is the nightgown that he'd wear to incestuously tease him, sexually entice him, and mercilessly flash him. This one nightgown gave him the most down nightgown views of the tops of her meaty breasts and her long, sexy line of cleavage. This one nightgown gave him the most peeks of her shapely thighs and of her white, bikini panties. This one nightgown was the reason why he incestuously, sexually lusted over his mother. He loved this nightgown with her in it nearly as much he did his mother. Sexually aroused over the dream he just had of seeing his mother naked at the nude beach, having sex with her, and then watching three men give his mother a facial and an upper torso cum bath, he was horny. His mother standing there in her sexy nightgown didn't help with his sexual frustration. If anything, she added to his sexual excitement. As if the gang rape had really happened, the thoughts of his mother being gangbanged by a dozen men haunted him and sexually excited him. As if his cock was a tent pole, he kicked off his sheet to show his mother his morning wood that tented his pajama bottoms. He wanted her to see how big and how hard his throbbing cock was for her. Hoping that she'd touch his cock, feel his cock, stroke his cock, and suck his cock, he hoped she'd take him in her hand before taking him in her mouth and before ultimately take him in her pussy. In the way it didn't take him long to notice her big tits spilling out of her nightgown top, it didn't take her very long to notice his throbbing erection. With him still in bed and with her standing over him, he watched his mother stare down at his engorged prick in the way that he stared up at her big boobs. Tits for cock, in the way he always ogled her sexy tits, she ogled his throbbing prick. Sexually exciting that he was already horny and had a beautiful, practically naked woman standing next to his bed, what made this even more sexually exciting was that beautiful woman was his mother. He watched her eyes dart down to quickly eye his pulsating penis before she stared up at his face. She smiled an embarrassed smile as if she knew he had caught her looking at the sexual part of him that no mother should see, stare at, ogle, and lust over. Obviously, if telling by her stare, his mother obviously liked his cock as much as he loved his mother's beautiful body. He had no shame in admitting that his mother has given him the best blowjobs he's ever had. From his low vantage point of lying in bed and from where she was standing over him, he could clearly see up her short, sexy nightgown. Obviously purposely teasing him, with this something they've had pillow talk about while in bed, she knew he loved staring up her nightgown at her white panties. Wishing she wasn't wearing panties, he could see her white, bikini panties as if she was waving a white flag that symbolized her surrendering her shapely body to him. As if he was a conquering general ready to take the spoils of war, Joey was ready to take his mother. With the morning sun pouring in through his bedroom window, he could clearly see the swollen impression of her pussy mound, her camel toe, and her pussy slit. He tried to resist the temptation of wanting to have incestuous sex with his mother, but with her obviously incestuously teasing him and sexually enticing him, she always made him so sexually aroused to see so much of her. Especially this early in the morning when he was so horny and after having being disturbed from such an exciting dream of his mother, he was unable to resist her sexual charms. When she leaned over him to give him a good morning kiss, giving him a great down nightgown view of her tits. He could see the tops of her meaty breasts and her long line of sexy cleavage. Yet, a big letdown, he was disappointed that all he had imagined of her at the nude beach with her covered in cum and pulling a gangbang train was just a dream. Another one of the sexual fantasies that he had of his mother, he'd love to watch her having sex with other men. If only in his sexual dream, now that he knows she enjoyed being gangbanged, he'd love for his mother to be gangbanged by his friends and her nephews. How hot would that be to watch his friends and cousins having sex with his mother? With him always so horny for his mother, unable to sexually get enough of her, sadly and sexually frustratingly, he had dreamt the whole thing of her being gangbanged at a nude beach on Nude Day, her birthday. Unfortunately, right at the good part of his dream, his mother had entered his bedroom just as he was going to take her home, clean her up, and have sex with her. Having already seen her naked and having already had sex with her, he loved having sexy dreams about his mother. Yet, a welcomed continuation of his sexy dream, having his mother standing in his room, next to his bed, while wearing that sexy nightgown was well worth her ruining his dream. "Happy birthday Mom," he said returning her kiss. Something he always sexually and incestuously lusted over doing before, with her just as willing as he is now, he was now able to freely do without guilt and without remorse. He reached his horny hand up her short, sexy nightgown to squeeze her round, firm ass through her panty with one, horny hand while feeling her big tit and fingering her erect nipple with his other, horny hand. A son sexually feeling, fondling, and groping his mother and a mother allowing her son to touch her sexually was as awkward as it was sexually exciting in the beginning but touching her in that incestuous way now felt so natural and normal. With her always enjoying him touching her and feeling her, reveling in his sexual attention, she gave him her best motherly smile. If she was a cat, she'd be purring. 'Meow.' "You remembered my birthday," she said. "How nice?" He returned her smile with his smile while cupping her pussy in the palm of his hand through her panty. Even after having had sex so very many times with his mother, he still couldn't believe his mother allowed him to be so sexually familiar with her beautiful body. Able to touch and feel her anywhere at any time, she seemingly enjoyed his touches and feels as much as he enjoyed her touching and feeling him. He slid a slow, purposeful hand between her legs, while tracing her pussy slit through her panty with his stiff finger. Pausing at her clit, gently he rubbed her clit through her panty before pressing down with his thumb on her bean. As always she did, she let out a sexually excited gasp. With the damp, moistness of her panties a telltale sign, already he could feel her getting wet. "I'd never forget your birthday Mom," he said. Seemingly, after having sex with his mother, after touching her, feeling her, making out with her, licking her, making love to her, and fucking her, it seemed silly for him to call her Mom or Mother. She told him several times to call her Beatrice or Betty but it was more sexually arousing for him to call her Mom and Mother. Perhaps, she felt uncomfortable with him reminding her that they were having an incestuous, sexual, love affair by him calling her Mom and/or Mother. Perhaps, if only for her benefit to make her feel more comfortable and less guilty, ashamed, and remorseful, he should start calling her Beatrice and/or Betty. With two ready to play this game of tickle and tease, she sat on his bed beside him. She reached her hand down and touched his cock through his pajama bottoms. As if his prick was already exposed, she wrapped her fingers around his erection through his pajama bottoms. Something she never did before, something he always wished she would do, she was willingly doing now. While fondling the head of his engorged prick with her long, manicured fingers, his mother was holding his erect cock through his pajama bottoms. After all of these years of them playing games teasing one another, it was obvious to him now that his mother sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. "You have such a big, beautiful cock Joey," she said looking from her son's erection to look down at his face. She gave him a sexy look and a naughty smile that no mother should ever give her son. "Would you like me to do something about that for you?" Playing Mickey the Dunce, he looked at her with as much curiosity as he looked at her with confusion. "Do something?" As if he didn't understand her meaning, teasing her into being more sexually explicit, he loved playing Mickey the Dunce with her. He just wanted to hear his mother say what she'd be willing to do for him. "Whatever do you mean Betty?" Reacting favorably by him calling her by name, she seemed to like him calling her Betty instead of Mom. She gave him another sexy look with her sexy smile and he returned her sexy look and sexy smile with his. She looked from him to look at his erection before returning him her sexy look. "I could masturbate you," she said slowly moving her hand up and down through his pajama bottoms to tease him. "Or if you'd like, I could blow you," she said pushing out her cheek out with her tongue while moving her other hand back and forth in front of her mouth. "You tell me what you want and what you'd like me to sexually do for you. Seeing your erect prick always makes Mommy horny," said suddenly reverting back to them being mother and son instead of them being Joey and Betty. "Seeing your erect prick always makes Mommy want to do something to sexually satisfy her son," she said. As if she had just asked him a rhetorical question, not waiting for him to answer, seemingly she already knew the answer to her question by what she did next. In anticipation of taking her son in her mouth and giving him oral sex, she continued fondling his cock through his pajamas, yet with more purpose. Then, in readiness of giving her son a blowjob, she unsnapped his pajama bottoms to expose the top of his prick and reached her hand inside. She wrapped her fingers around her son's swollen cock and slowly stroked him to a harder erection while turning her head to stare at him. Then, she stared down at his engorged prick before turning her head again to make eye contact with her son. "I'd like for you to blow me, Mom," he said. "Only..." He'd like her to blow him. No kidding. It was nearly the same, sexy routine every day with her waking him up after she made coffee. With them both on the same page, she looked at him as if she already knew what he was going to say and obviously she did. "Only what Joey?" A silly game they played with one asking the sexual question, the other gave the incestuous answer. Just as they already knew the questions, they already knew the answers too. "May I cum in your mouth Mother?" She gave her son a sexy smile with her curious look. "Cum in my mouth? Since when do you ask my permission to cum in my mouth?" She laughed her sexy laugh. "Yes, of course, you may cum in my mouth. It wouldn't be much of a blowjob if you didn't cum in my mouth," she said. "My proof that I pleasured you with my hand, my mouth, and my tongue, I love it when you cum in my mouth. You cumming in my mouth is my compliment that I gave you another great blowjob." Betty moved further down the bed and turned her body to face her son to give him a show of his cock buried in her mouth. She stared down at her son's cock before staring up at her son. She leaned her head down to take him in her mouth. Stroking him while sucking him, she stared up at her son with his stiff prick impaling her mouth. Teasing him, she temporarily removed his cock from her mouth to show him her kissing his penis, licking his cock, and sucking his prick. "Oh, Mother, that feels so good. Suck my cock Mom. Blow me. I can't wait to cum in your mouth," said Joey putting a gentle hand to the back of his mother's pretty head. He ran his fingers through her thick, lush, black hair while she cupped his testicles with one hand and stroked his prick with her other hand. Stroking him faster, she sucked him deeper. Moving her head up and down as if she was an interactive video, she was really blowing him now. She made all of the cock sucking, slurping sounds that he loved to hear to prove that his mother enjoyed sucking his cock as much as he enjoyed having his mother suck his cock. Meaning it as a compliment instead of as a slur, his mother was a world class cocksucker. "You may fondle my tits and finger my nipples while I suck you, if you'd like. I like it when you fondle my tits and finger my nipples while I'm sucking you," she said removing his prick from her mouth again to remove her arms from her nightgown straps and to expose her naked breasts to her son. He fondled her big, C cup breasts and fingered her already erect nipples while she stroked and sucked her son's cock. The faster she stroked him, the deeper she sucked him. The more he felt her tits and fingered her nipples, the closer he was ready to cum. Just another minute more and he'd be exploding his incestuous, sexual lust for his mother in her beautiful mouth again. Thinking about licking her while fingering her, he couldn't wait to eat her pussy after she blew him. Later, as one of his birthday gifts to her, he couldn't wait to make slow, sweet love to her while making out with her and before fucking her. He couldn't wait to have some dirty, sexy pillow talk with her about the dream he just had of her being gangbanged today on a nude beach in celebration of Nude Day and her birthday. He couldn't wait to ask her if she'd allow other men to see her naked. He couldn't wait to ask her if she'd have sex with other men while he watched. He couldn't wait to ask her if she'd have a gangbang with his friends and with her nephews while he watched her sucking and fucking. Maybe she has a sexual fantasy of her own. Maybe she always wanted to have sex with a woman. Maybe instead of just allowing him to watch her having sex with a woman, she'd allow him to join them. Just as he was about to shoot a load of warm, oozy cum in his mother's mouth, his annoying alarm buzzed. Immediately, he realized that his mother wasn't blowing him but that he was masturbating himself in his sleep again while dreaming. 'God damn it! Right in the good part of the dream. Two sexy dreams back to back and I didn't cum in either one of them. I'm so frigging horny now.' Joey let go of his cock. He had fallen asleep again. He was dreaming again. He was sexually fantasizing of seeing his mother naked again and having sex with her. He looked at his alarm clock. It was 6:30. His mother would be up soon. He wanted to get up before she did. He wanted to surprise her by saying Happy Birthday to her. Excited about the gift he made and installed for her in her bedroom, he couldn't wait to give her his birthday gift. He couldn't wait for her to see what he made for her birthday. This was going to be the best birthday she's ever had. This was going to be the best Nude Day he's ever had, which explained the dream he just had about her being gangbanged on a nude beach on Nude Day in celebration of her birthday. Yet, whether she agreed to go to the nude beach with him or not, today was the day that he'd be seeing his mother in her panty and bra, topless, and maybe even naked. Mirror, Mirror on the Wall Ch. 02 Topless, topless, topless, finally he'll be seeing his mother's tits. Naked, naked, finally he'll be seeing his mother naked. If he didn't have the good fortune of seeing her naked, at the very least, he'd see her in her bra and panty and topless tonight. Today is the day that he'd be seeing his mother topless and/or naked. Finally with his dreams and sexual fantasies come true, he'd know what his mother looks like without her clothes. * * * * * Joseph was sexually excited with the anticipation of seeing his mother in all manners of undress. Today was not only Nude Day but also today was his mother's 47th birthday. Hoping she'd go with him before she gets too old, maybe this is the year she'd finally agree to accompany him to a nude beach in the joint celebration of Nude Day and her birthday. Maybe this is the year that he'll finally see his mother topless and/or naked. Maybe this is the year that she'll not only want to see his cock but also touch his cock, stroke his cock, suck his cock, and fuck his cock. He can only wish that all goes well. He can only hope that he sees his mother without her clothes. With Nude Day his specific day of sexual seduction, he can only try to seduce her again this year where he failed in seducing her in all of the previous attempts he's made over six years, since he turned 18-years-old. Waiting for her to awaken, he had fallen back asleep for another ten minutes while having his favorite dream of his mother blowing him. He imagined she was a good cocksucker, the best cocksucker, and he couldn't wait for her to take him in her mouth. He couldn't wait to put a gentle hand to the back of his mother's pretty head and hump her mouth while fucking her face. Then, when he heard her toilet flush in her master bedroom, he got up out of bed and quickly got dressed. Eager to wish her a happy birthday, he couldn't wait for her to see her birthday gift later today that he made for her and already installed in her bedroom. Even though he asked her not to peek, he just hoped she hadn't already peeked to see what her birthday gift from him was. He wanted her gift to be his special surprise, a surprise gift that many sons wished they had the balls to buy their mother. Her birthday gift was something they both could enjoy. His birthday gift to her was just as much for him as it was for her. No doubt, in hindsight, his birthday gift to her was more for him than it was for her. As if he was a fan waiting for a celebrity to emerge from a backstage door, he waited for his mother to open her bedroom door. As if he was a Paparazzi photographer hoping to get the best candid shot of his mother in her sexy nightgown, with her his own personal celebrity, he couldn't wait until she emerged from her bedroom. "Happy Birthday Mom," said Joseph, Beatrice's admiring and loving son, as soon as she emerged from her bedroom. Seemingly, as if she was the queen of his life and she was, as if he was a loyal dog eager to see his mistress, he had been standing in front of her bedroom door waiting for her to emerge. As if she was his loving wife and he was her loving husband, albeit who slept in separate bedrooms, he was excited to wish her a happy birthday. As if she was his lover instead of his mother, especially with what she was wearing, he looked at her with love mixed with incestuous lust, horniness, and sexual frustration. 'Oh, my God,' he thought to himself when seeing what she was wearing. 'Perfect.' As if he was psychic and willed her to wear this, she's wearing what he had just dreamt she'd be wearing. She was wearing her short, sheer, sexy, low cut, light blue, satin nightgown, the one he bought her for Christmas. Filled with as much guilt as he was filled with sexual incest, when he bought her this, he was so nervous. Much too revealing and not an appropriate gift for a son to buy his mother, he didn't think she'd like it. Too sexy, he didn't think she'd wear it in front of him. Too transparent, he figured she'd see right through his motives in the way he could see through her nightgown. The sexiest nightgown she has, this is the nightgown that he can clearly see through the thin material the impressions of her big nipples and the outline of her shapely breasts. With only colored Cellophane exposing more of her hot body, this nightgown leaves little to his imagination. As if she enjoyed incestuously teasing him and sexually enticing him, he can't believe she wore this nightgown in front of him. Of all of her nightgowns that she wore, by far, this one was his favorite nightgown. With her wearing this nightgown the most, seemingly this was her favorite nightgown to wear in front of him too. He wondered if it was her favorite nightgown because he chose it for her to wear or if it was her favorite nightgown because it was the sexiest and showed the most of her shapely body to his horny eyes. He wondered if she even knew just how much she was flashing him and just how much he was seeing of her of her fabulous body. He searched high and low to find this particular nightgown, the perfect, most revealing, and sexiest nightgown he could buy. One would think that a nightgown that had the least amount of material would be the cheapest but this nightgown was the most expensive, twice as much as the other thick, flannel nightgowns that flowed down past her knees. Knowing that her favorite color is blue, when she saw how low cut, how short, how sheer, how sexy, and how revealing this nightie was, he hoped she'd like his gift and certainly she did. Only, he hoped beyond hope that she'd wear it in front of him instead of saving it to wear for someone special. He hoped that, if she did wear the nightgown in front of him, that she'd wear it without the modesty of wearing a robe over it. Certainly, in the way the nightgown is so sheer, she could certainly justify wearing a robe over it while in the presence of her son but he was glad that she didn't feel embarrassed wearing this without a robe. He's so happy that she wears this nightgown all of the time and more than any of her other nightgowns. He's so happy that she wears this nightgown without having the modesty to wear a robe over it. Definitely, he needs to buy her another nightgown just like this one for Christmas but in another shade of blue or a lighter color that's even more transparent than this one. Called the Honeymoon Nightgown by the name on the tag, this is the nightgown that inspires him to masturbate himself the most while thinking of his mother naked and having sex with her. Of all the nightgowns that his mother owns, this is the nightgown that he'd love for her to wear if ever he was lucky enough to have sex with her. He loves feeling her beautiful body through her sexy nightgown whenever he holds her and hugs her. Whenever she leans over him and hovers over him when wearing this nightgown without her having the modesty of wearing a robe, she gives him the best down nightgown views of the tops of her meaty breasts and her long, sexy line of cleavage. With him seeing so very much of her big breasts but for her areolas and nipples, he wondered if she was deliberately or inadvertently flashing him. Every time he sees a down nightgown view of his mother's tits, he wishes he could touch her tits, feel her tits, fondle her tits, and suck her tits. Then, even when sitting like a lady with her knees cemented together, she gives him the most up nightgown peeks of her white, bikini panties when wearing this short nightgown and sitting across from him. He loves seeing his mother's panties as much as he loves seeing his mother's cleavage. Seemingly with her not even aware she's flashing him, he loves seeing her pussy mound, her camel toe, and her pussy slit. So very erotically revealing, this nightgown always leaves a triangular opening over the tops of her thighs that gives him a voyeuristic view and sexually exciting flash of her panty clad crotch. Then, when she gets more comfortable in her own home and parts her knees just a little, he can see even more of her panty clad pussy. Every time he sees his mother's panty clad pussy, he wishes he could remove her panties, finger her pussy, and lick her pussy before fucking her pussy. Just as he couldn't count how many times he's seen the tops of her breasts and her cleavage, he couldn't count how many times he's seen the triangular patch of her white, bikini panties, the only style of panties she wears. Having routinely gone through her panty drawer to feel her panties and her laundry basket to sniff her panties, he intimately knows that she has bikini panties in every color of the rainbow but mostly in white and in every shade of blue. Only now, having graduated in his incestuous, sexual lust for his mother, he wanted to see more of her sexy body, so much more than just the tops of her meaty breasts, her long, sexy line of cleavage, and her white, bikini panties. He wanted to see her topless. He wanted to see her naked. He wished to God that she'd finally say yes to going to a nude beach with him in celebration of her birthday on Nude Day. Not only would he love to see his mother naked but also he'd love for his mother to see him naked too. Taking her being nude in public a step further, he'd love for other men to see his mother naked. He'd love to see their reaction to seeing his mother's beautiful body, her long, shapely legs, her big tits, and her round, firm ass. He'd love for other men to envy him while sexually lusting over his mother. With him in the mood to sit back and ogle his MILF of a mother, he had a self-assured feeling that today was the day that his mother would be giving him lots of masturbation fodder. With what he had in store for his mother later tonight, even if she refused to go to the nude beach with him today, he knew that today was the day that he'd finally be seeing so very much more of his mother's beautiful body. As long as she didn't uncover his plan to peep on her, finally, hopefully, today was the day he'd be seeing his mother in her bra and panty, topless, and perhaps, if he was lucky enough, even naked. A long time coming, he's been waiting for this day for years. If she's not going to celebrate Nude Day by going to a nude beach with him, it was appropriate that his mother's unveiling would not only be on her birthday but also be on Nude Day and in the assumed privacy of her own bedroom. As if she was Erin Andrews walking around in her bra and panty, topless, and/or naked in her hotel room, he couldn't wait to see his mother walking around in her bra and panty, topless, and/or naked in her bedroom. With her thinking that she's alone in her bedroom, he hoped that she didn't realize what he was up to in his attempt to see her in her bra and panty, topless, and/or naked. Imagining seeing his mother in her bra and panty, he couldn't wait to see her in her low, cut, sexy bra and her white or blue bikini panties. He couldn't wait to see his mother parading around her bedroom in her underwear. Imagining seeing his mother topless, he couldn't wait to see his mother's tits. With her breasts bouncing and swaying, he couldn't wait to watch her brushing her hair in front of her mirror while topless. Imagining seeing his mother naked, he couldn't wait to see his mother emerge from her shower to dry her naked body with a towel. He couldn't wait to watch her walk to her mirror and pose while looking at her luscious body from the front, the side, and the back. While fantasizing that it was his fingers and his hands examining her breasts, he couldn't wait to watch her giving herself a breast exam. Maybe if he's lucky enough, she'll sexually touch herself while he's watching. Maybe if he's lucky enough, he'll catch her masturbating herself on her bed. Maybe if he's lucky enough, while wishing he had the courage to barge in her room without knocking to offer her his finger, his tongue, and his cock, he'll watch her giving herself an orgasm. 'Wow! Wouldn't that be something? I can't wait to see my mother without her clothes. I can't wait to watch my mother masturbate herself,' he thought to himself. * * * * * Joseph loved his mother albeit in a forbidden, sexual way and in the way that no son should ever love his mother. He walked over to her to give his mother a full body to pelvis hug. He loved hugging her, especially when she was wearing one of her skimpy, sexy, satin, low cut, short nightgowns, and especially when she was wearing this particular nightgown. Able to feel more of her beautiful body, he only wished he could feel even more of her beautiful body without the nightgown getting in the way of his horny hands and his exploring fingers. He wasn't ashamed to admit that he wished he could feel her through her nightgown while hugging her. He wasn't ashamed to admit that he wished he could hug her when she was naked and when he was naked too. Always expecting her to reject him by pushing him away, their hugging and kissing, nothing more than a mother and son peck on the lips, had recently increased in frequency and in duration. Hoping that the frequency and duration of their kisses was a telling sign, he hoped his mother sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. With their kisses and hugs lasting a smidge longer, she seemed to enjoy his loving attention with him hugging her and kissing her. As much as he enjoyed hugging and kissing her, seemingly she enjoyed hugging and kissing him too. Maybe nothing more than that, perhaps she was just as horny as he was. Something he enjoyed imagining, especially while masturbating himself, maybe, just maybe, she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. In the way he looked at her as if she was the only woman in the world, he loved how she looked at him as if he was the only man in the world. She made him wish that he wasn't her son. She made him wish that he was a man she met at work or in a bar. She made him wish that he was someone who wasn't prohibited from having sex with her and making love to her. Returning himself from fantasy to reality, he loved it when his mother emerged from her bedroom when wearing one of her sexy nightgowns and without her having the modesty of wearing a bathrobe. Going where no son should go in his sexual thoughts and physical attraction, he only wished he could sleep in the same bed with her. Something he routinely dreamed about, he only wished he could kiss her, French kiss her, while feeling her through her nightgown. Something he routinely sexually fantasized about while masturbating himself, he only wished she'd kiss him, French kiss him, while feeling his cock through his pajama bottoms. Something he always wondered, he wondered if she noticed the erections he always had whenever around her, especially when hugging her. When they were so prominently displayed especially when he turned sideways, as if he was trying to hide a big banana in his pajamas, in the way he always noticed her erect nipples that threatened to poke through her nightgown, how could she not notice his erections? He always had an erection from holding, her, hugging her, and kissing her. Hoping to tease her and to entice her with his erection to have sex with him, he loved poking her soft belly with his semi-erect cock. Encouraged to salaciously rub his penis up against his mother whenever she stabbed his chest with her always present, erect nipples, especially whenever she wasn't wearing a bra, he wondered if she was teasing and enticing him too. He liked thinking that she was teasing him with her erect nipples in the way he teased her with his erect cock. A sexy game of holding her and hugging while kissing her that he enjoyed playing with his mother, he always wondered if she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. Only, somehow, he knew she didn't want him in that inappropriate, incestuous, sexual way. Her love for him was much different than his sexual attraction to her. With her unembarrassed and unashamed to parade around him nearly naked in her revealing nightgowns, he liked thinking that she was as much an exhibitionist as he was a voyeur. Yet, for her to flash him so very much of her nearly naked body, he couldn't help but wonder if she was sexually teasing him as much as he was trying to sexually entice and seduce her? With his mother otherwise so morally modest when out in public, maybe she doesn't realize she's showing as much as he's enjoying seeing when comfortably at home. Yet, whether her flashing him was deliberate, accidental, or inadvertent, flattered by her exhibitionism, he didn't know if she was sexually teasing him or not but he liked thinking that she was. Did she know that he could see as much of her fabulous body as he was seeing? Did she know that he masturbated over all that she showed him and all that he saw of her? For sure, if only she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her, it would be so very much easier for him to sexually seduce her if she was deliberately flashing him. He liked thinking that she did know that she was incestuously teasing him and sexually enticing him. He like thinking that she was deliberately flashing him. He liked thinking that she was just as horny as he was. So incestuously, sexually, and perversely perverted in his thoughts when it came to his mother, he liked thinking that she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. When he held her and hugged her, the top of her nightgown always opened a bit more to give him a sexy, down nightgown view of the tops of her breasts and her sexy cleavage. He couldn't help but to look, stare, and ogle what he could see of her nearly naked breasts. He couldn't help but wonder if she practiced that move that exposed more of her breasts while looking at herself in a mirror. Or maybe his mother didn't know she was so flashing him the tops of her tits. Perhaps not realizing that her son is perversely perverted in his incestuous, sexual attraction to her, maybe his mother was just comfortable with him and didn't feel the need to be so modest when with him, her own son. With the bright kitchen light illuminating her as if she was a stripper on stage, he could see through her nightgown as if she was naked. He was always able to see so much more of her whenever she worked in the kitchen or sat in the living room in just her sexy nightgown. He loved her giving him down nightgowns peeks when he stood over her as much as he enjoyed seeing up nightgowns views when sitting across from her. Whatever he saw of her was more masturbation fodder for him when imagining what she'd look like topless and/or naked. Only, nothing more than just a futile, desperate peek, he never saw much more than the tops of her meaty breasts, her cleavage, and peeks of her white panties. Hopefully tonight is the night that should change all of that. Hopefully tonight is the night that he'll be seeing his mother in the way that he's never seen her before. Hopefully tonight is the night that he'll be seeing her without her having the modesty wearing her clothes. * * * * * "You remembered my birthday. Oh, how nice? Thank you for remembering my birthday, Joey," she said beaming him a loving smile. He returned her smile with his while imagining celebrating her birthday on a nude beach naked for Nude Day. "I'll never forget your birthday Mom," he said hugging his mother again while imagining her naked, something he always did whether hugging her or not. She gave him a sad look. "With me getting older, I sometimes wish you'd forget my birthday," she said with a laugh. "Wouldn't it be lovely if I could stay the same age, if only in my mind? Unfortunately, birthdays have a way of sabotaging those thoughts." She paused to look at him, perhaps to see his reaction to her words. "I think it would be boring to stay the same age Mother," he said. Mirror, Mirror on the Wall Ch. 02 No doubt with him still young and so full of himself, she gave him an understanding smile that a mother routinely gives her son. "You only say that because you haven't lived enough of life yet. But if you could stay one age, what age would that be?" He looked at her pensively. "I like being 24-years-old. I'd stay this age," he said. "I'm old enough to know better and yet young enough to still do wild and crazy things," he said with a laugh while imagining have sex with his mother as being one of the wild and crazy things that he'd love to do. Taking the bait, he asked her the question. "What about you? What age would you stay, if you could?" She answered him without even having to ponder the thought. "If I could stay the same age, I'd stay 35-years-old. That was a good age for me. I looked my best at that age. I looked twenty-something instead of thirty-something." He looked at her with love, lust, and sexual desire. He looked at her as if she was crazy for even mentioning that he'd ever forget her birthday. He looked at her as if she was nuts to think she was old. She'd never be old to him. "You look wonderful now, Mom. You don't look your age. No one would ever think you're 47-years-old," he said. With him having never seen her naked and not having anything to compare, he couldn't help but wonder how differently she looked naked at 35-years-old than how she looks naked now. He wondered if she had any photos of herself topless and/or naked when she was younger. He wondered if she had any photos of herself topless and/or naked of how she looked now. Something that he'd cherish while masturbating over them, he'd love to have topless and/or naked photos of his mother. What son wouldn't like to have topless and/or naked photos to lust over while masturbating? "Thank you," she said giving him a thoughtful look. "So, what did you get me for my birthday?" She looked at him with curiosity. "I made something for you," he said. She looked at him as if she already knew what he made her. "Did you paint me another picture for my birthday? I love your paintings. You're so very talented," she said. "Is that why there's a blanket hanging from my bedroom wall?" She laughed. "Or is my birthday gift a blanket?" She laughed again. Not laughing at her little joke, he looked at her with panic. Did she look? Did she already see his surprise? Did she already peek what's there beneath the blanket? "You didn't look under the blanket did you? I asked you not to look when you came home last night from Emma's house," said Joey having warned his mother not to peek beneath the blanket when she came home late from visiting his sister. "What's underneath the blanket is your birthday surprise." By the look she gave him, he figured that she thought he painted her another painting. In a way, he did paint her another painting. Only, this time, he painted her a wall mural. "No, I didn't peek. I didn't want to spoil my birthday surprise," she said giving him a smile. "Being that it's now officially my birthday, may I see your gift?" A pretty woman whether she was smiling or not, she was so very much prettier when she warmed him with her beautiful smile. Satisfied with the hug he gave his mother and with the hug she gave him in return, he gave her a big, birthday kiss on the lips too. Wishing he could prolong the kiss without her suspecting that he was sexually attracted to her and/or trying to seduce her, which he'd love to do, he loved kissing his mother. Loving the smell of her of Jean Nate bath splash mixed with soap, shampoo, sometimes her perfumes, and the taste of her lipstick, he only wished he had the courage to slip her his tongue. With him only imagining and sexually fantasizing what it would be like, he'd love nothing more than to French kiss his mother. He only wished he had the courage to feel her beautiful body through her nightgown while holding her, hugging her, and French kissing her. If only she was any other woman other than his mother, he would have French kissed her by now while feeling her beautiful body through her clothes. He'd love nothing more than to feel her panty clad ass through her nightgown before reaching up to feel her nearly naked nightgown clad breasts and while fingering her erect nipples. If only she was his girlfriend, his lover, and/or his wife instead of his mother, he'd be so happy. If only she was any other woman other than his mother, he would have had sex with her by now. Even if only for her birthday, he'd love nothing more than to really kiss his mother, French kiss his mother. Only, even on her birthday, what kind of son French kisses his mother and what kind of mother French kisses her son. Something he's only experienced in his sexual fantasies while having his incestuous dreams of seeing his mother naked and having sex with her naked body, the remote chance of them exchanging French kisses were slim to nil. Even if he slipped her his tongue, she'd never reciprocate by slipping him her tongue. No doubt, she'd recoil, turn her head in revolution, and push him away in disgust. The closest he ever came to having his wicked sexual way with his mother was when she returned home after attending a bachelorette party at a clothed female, nude male, CFNM club. A month after her 45th birthday, she came home drunk and horny that night. About to go into his junior year at college, he was home for the summer. With her holding him, hugging him, and kissing him, he felt more of his mother's ass and breasts than he ever did before. Wishing they were alone, he so wanted to strip her down to her bra and panty or naked even and put her to bed but her best friend did that for her before leaving. He masturbated for the next two years over kissing his mother while feeling her ass and breasts. The next morning with her hungover and seemingly not remembering what had happened between the two of them, she never said anything about it and he didn't either. No doubt she was just as embarrassed as he was sexually excited. * * * * * Today was her forty-seventh birthday. He couldn't believe his mother was 47-years-old. With her much closer to fifty than she was to forty, she didn't look her age. Whenever he thought of a 47-year-old woman, he thought of his mother's friends, all of whom smoked, drank, burned the candle at both ends, and looked their age. All of them had children, full-time jobs outside the house, and stress from demanding husbands. None of them, not one of them, looked as good as his mother. No doubt lusted over by all of her friends' husbands, she was a rose in a field of weeds. To look at his mother without knowing how old she was, no one would ever believe that she has a 27-year-old daughter and a 24-year-old son. She more looked 37-years-old than she looked 47-years-old. With him looking older, looking more 34-years-old than he looked 24-years-old, in theory, they appeared to be nearly the same age. Married young and divorced five years later, Joe's secret, love affair with his mother lasted much longer than his father's married, love affair lasted with his ex-wife. Only seemingly, as far as he knew, his mother had no idea that he loved her in that forbidden and incestuously sexual way of a man loving a woman instead of a loving son loving his loving mother. Always trying to entice and seduce her by sexually teasing her, he somehow knew that his mother wasn't as perversely perverted and sexually attracted to him in the way that he was perversely perverted and sexually attracted to her. Tickling her while hugging her in his desperate attempts to deliberately touch some inappropriate part of her body that he was forbidden to touch by making his feels seem accidental, his frantic gropes gave him even more masturbation fodder. Sexually frustrating that she'd never reciprocate the sexual feelings he had for her, he had to be satisfied with his sexual attraction to his mother by masturbating himself while imagining her naked and having sex with her. Seemingly, he was always masturbating while imagining his mother topless, naked, and/or having sex with her. Just once, he'd love to see her topless and/or naked. Just once, he'd love to have sex with his mother. His longtime sexual fantasy come true, he'd give anything to see his mother topless and/or naked. Even if just by accident, he'd love to see her naked breasts, her naked ass, and/or her naked pussy. Something that he dreams about every night and masturbates over every day, he'd give anything to have sex with his mother's topless and/or naked body. Only, with his mother so morally modest, the only time he sees any sexual part of her is when she wears her sexy nightgowns early in the morning and late at night. He wished he had the courage to grope her and to feel more of her spectacular body when she's wearing her sexy nightgowns. When she's standing at the kitchen sink, he'd love to come up behind her and surprise her with a kiss to the back of her neck. He'd love to plant his jean covered, erect cock between her ass crack through her skirt and panties while reaching around her to feel her breasts, cup her tits in the palm of his hands, and finger her nipples through her blouse and bra. Whenever he playfully tickles her, even if only for an instant, he always tries to touch her, feel her, and fondle her where no son should ever touch, feel, and fondle his mother. Whenever she playfully tickles him, even if only for an instant, her hand always brushes by his erect cock. He always wondered if that was her desperate attempt at touching and feeling him where no mother should touch and feel her son or if her touch was accidental. Imagining that she deliberately brushed her hand by his cock, with her making him so horny, he always wanted to take her hand, put it on his erection, and hold it there. Whenever she brushed her hand by his cock in that way, he always wanted to remove his cock from his pajamas or jeans and put it in her hand before sticking it in her mouth and before burying it in her pussy. Only, he didn't dare prolong his errant touches to turn them into feels in that sexually inappropriate way of a son forbidden to incestuously fondle his mother's body. Not wanting his mother to think that he's perversely perverted in his incestuous, sexual attraction to her, even though he is perversely perverted in his incestuous, sexual attraction to her, he can't help himself. It already takes all of the sexual control that he possesses not to slip her his tongue while kissing her, to reach down to feel her ass, and to reach up to feel her breasts through her nightgown when holding her. No doubt, in the way he looks at her, lusts over her, and ogles her, she already knows that he's sexually attracted to her. If only by the telltale sign of his constant erections when holding, hugging, and kissing her, how could she not know that he wants her in a sexual way? He'd give anything for his mother to touch him and to feel him where no mother should ever touch and feel her son. He'd love nothing more than to feel her hand on his cock, even if only through his pants or his pajamas. Only, she'd never touch him in that sexually incestuous, inappropriate way. He'd love nothing more than for his mother to wrap her fingers around his naked prick and stroke him before sucking him. Only, forget about her stroking him and sucking him, she'd never take his cock in her hand in the same way that she'd never allow him to feel her naked breasts and/or naked ass. With all women paling in comparison to her, blaming his disinterest in other women on his mother, it's because of his mother that he doesn't have a steady woman in his life. It's because of his mother that he's alone with his twisted, sexual thoughts and incestuous desires for her. It's because of his mother that he masturbates himself multiples times a day over the thoughts of her naked and her having sex with him. Unable to find someone who looks like her, walks like her, talks like her, and acts like her, certainly it would be weirdly telling if he did find a woman who was the clone of his mother. He could just see his mother's friends staring at him with incestuous insight. He could just hear his sister, Emma, berating him for his obvious attraction to their mother. "Joey! What in the Hell is wrong with you? Are you nuts? What are you in love with Mom? Why would you find a woman who looks like her, walks like her, talks like her, and acts like her? Your new girlfriend is a virtual clone of Mom. Gees, Joey, cut the apron strings, get a life, and find a normal woman to be your girlfriend." * * * * * "Tell me," she said swooning while holding her son in her arms. When she held him in her arms and hugged him in the way she was hugging him now, he didn't think of her as his mother. He imagined him hugging her if he was her boyfriend and she was his girlfriend. He imagined holding as if he was her husband and she was his wife. He imagined kissing her as if they were lovers instead of mother and son. Without being inappropriately obscene, in the way of a dog humping her leg, he wished he could hump her. He wished he could see her naked. He wished he could strip off her nightgown and have wild and crazy sex with her. Wanting to give her a real happy, fucking birthday, the best birthday she's ever had, he wished he could make love to her before fucking her. He wished he could make her cum. If ever he was fortunate enough to have sex with her, imagining himself being sexually intimate with his mother, taking it slow in the beginning, real slow, he'd be so gentle, so loving, and so kind. Kissing and kissing her, he'd feel every naked part of her beautiful body. Kissing and kissing her, he'd spend quality time feeling and fondling her big tits while sucking her erect nipples. Kissing and kissing her, he'd love nothing more than to rub her clit, while fingering and licking her pussy. Then, after making sweet love to her, he'd fuck her, really fuck her long and hard for her to cum. As if she was symbolically his Nun, Mother Betty instead of Mother Teresa, his personal religious symbol, he'd pound her motherly pussy until she screamed her orgasm. He'd pound her pussy until she screamed his name instead of God's name to let him know that she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. He'd pound her pussy until she had her orgasm to let him know that he was able to sexually satisfy her. 'Oh, Joey! Joey! Joey,' he imagined his mother screaming his name. "Joey! Joey! Joey! I'm going to cum. Don't stop licking me. Don't stop fucking me. I'm going to cum," he imagined her begging him not to stop. Alas, somethings never change and somethings always remain the same. Just as she'll always be his mother and he'll always be her son, they'll always be a wall between them that can never be broken or climbed. Just as they'll never be husband and wife and/or boyfriend and girlfriend, they'll never be lovers. Something that will never happen and that will only happen in his sexual fantasies when he's masturbating himself, nonetheless his reality check, his pulse raced to the thoughts of seeing his mother naked before having sex with his mother. Truly, were it not for her ingrained, puritanical, societal conformities, he'd be having sex with his mother by now. Certainly, something so good shouldn't be so forbidden. Certainly, something so right shouldn't be so wrong. With his mother parading around him in her skimpy, sexy, sheer nightgown, and certainly asking for it, his lust shouldn't be denied. He should be allowed the honor and the privilege to have his wicked sexual way with her naked body. After he licks her, after he makes love to her, and after he fucks her, she should be allowed to suck him and fuck him without shame, without guilt, and without remorse. Wishing he could bend her over the couch, lift up her short nightgown, pull down her bikini panties, and fuck her while holding on to her big tits, he felt his cock hardening while rubbing himself up against her soft belly. In the way he felt the impressions of her hard nipples rubbing against his chest, he wondered if his mother felt his cock pressed against her toned, flat stomach whenever he was physically and emotionally showing his sexual passion for her. Just as he could feel her nipples impaling his chest, how could she not feel his cock impaling her belly? Daring himself to touch them, finger them, pull them, turn them, and twist them, he could feel his mother's nipples impaling his chest in the way his semi-erect cock was impaling her toned, yet soft stomach. He wondered if she wanted to touch and stroke his cock as much as he wanted to feel her tits and finger her nipples. He wished he had the nerve to touch her and to feel her in the way he wished his mother would touch him and feel him. If only she was any other woman, he would have had sex with her by now. "Tell you what, Mother?" With him lost in the sexual fantasy of his mother naked and having sex with her naked body, he remembered that she had asked him a question. He looked at her with curiosity while staring in her big, brown eyes. "What is it you want me to tell you?" She gave him a loving smile that made him want to kiss her, French kiss her while feeling her through her nightgown. "Why will you never forget my birthday?" She asked him the question as if she didn't know why he'd never forget the birthday of the woman most important to him in his life. Obviously, she was playing with him and toying with his feelings of love and lust. She asked her question so esoterically while looking up at him with innocence filling her big, beautiful, brown eyes while acting so coy and so virginally innocent. "How could I ever forget your birthday?" Not allowing her question to drop, a sexy game she seemingly enjoyed playing, she persevered in him answering her question. "Is it because you love me?" Is it because he loved her? Other than for validation and reassurance, why would she even ask him such an obvious question that had such a telling answer? She knows he loves her. Yet, if only she knew how much he loved her, wouldn't she be surprised. He wondered if she loved him as much as he loved her. If only she knew how much he loved her, she'd never have to wonder and/or ask the question again. Only, no doubt wanting him to stroke her ego, he sensed that she was teasing him. Truth be told, just as she'd love for her to stroke more than his ego, he'd love to stroke more than her ego too. When she asked him if he loved her, she jolted him from his sexual fantasy of imagining her naked, of wanting to have sex with her, and of wanting to make love to her before fucking her hard enough to give her an orgasm. He suspected that she wasn't asking him if he loved her in the way that a son loves his mother. He suspected that she was asking him if he loved her in the way that a man loves a woman. Of course, he loved his mother. If only she knew how much he loved her, wouldn't she be shocked. Truth be told, he loved her enough to start a whole new life with her, to run away with her, and to marry her. Yet, with him suspecting that she already knows that he loves her, albeit in a sexually forbidden and incestuous way, he wondered if she was teasing him about how much he forbiddingly loved her now. Of all the people he loved, he loved his mother, only he was forbidden to love her in that sexual way and in the way he wished he could love her. Of all the people he wanted to have sex with, his mother was number one on his short list of lovers. * * * * * Lost in her eyes, it took all of the self-control he possessed not to reach his hand down and feel his mother's shapely, round ass through her short, sexy nightgown and white, bikini panties while hugging her. It took all of the self-control he possessed not to reach in front of her to feel her firm, C cup breasts and finger her erect nipples through her satin nightgown. It took all the self-control he had not to kiss her, really kiss her, French kiss her in the way that he wanted to give her a real birthday kiss and to show her just how much he loved her, really loved her. It took all the self-control he had not to lift the back of her nightgown and pull down her panties and plant his cock between her legs. Mirror, Mirror on the Wall Ch. 02 Rubbing her clit while fingering her pussy, he'd love nothing more than to stake his claim to his mother's body and his mother's pussy by first licking her with his tongue before impaling her with his cock. He'd love nothing more than to see, hear, and watch his mother cum. He'd love nothing more than to cum in his mother's mouth and in his mother's pussy. While imagining his stiff prick being deep inside of her, he'd love nothing more than to make her his lover and his woman instead of just his mother. "I'll never forget your birthday, Mom, because your birthday is the same day as my favorite holiday, Nude Day, July 14th," he said teasing her with a dirty laugh while imagining her naked and celebrating Nude Day and her birthday with him on a nude beach. Obviously knowing what he was going to say next, the same thing he says every year, as if asking her to stay up late to watch more television when he was a kid, she made a disapproving face. In the judgmental way she looked at him, he felt guilty. He suddenly felt ashamed. He felt perversely perverted and demonically evil for wanting to have sex with his mother. What's wrong with him? Why is he so sexually attracted to his mother? What happened in his childhood to make him want a woman who's so unattainable? He'd have an easier time bedding a rich celebrity than he would of ever hoping his mother will strip naked and give him incestuous sex. His mother will never be sexually interested in him. Even if he sees his mother naked, as he hoped he would tonight, she'd never willingly have sex with him. Of all people to celebrate Nude Day with, he suddenly felt embarrassed that he wanted to celebrate Nude Day naked with his naked mother. He wondered how many sons wanted to see their mothers topless and/or naked. He wondered how many sons wanted their mother to see them naked. He wondered how many sons wanted to have sex with their mothers. Then, he wondered how many sons had a mother as sexy, as shapely, and as beautiful as his mother. Certainly, if they had a mother who looked like his mother, they'd want to have sex with her too. Even though his mother looked like Isabella in the Sopranos played by Maria Grazia Cucinotta, what's wrong with him to have sexual feelings for his mother? Why is he so sexually attracted to her? Obviously, she's beautiful and sexy but she's his mother and he's her son. Knowing what her answer will be without even having to ask the question, he needs to stop trying to seduce his mother by trying to get her to celebrate Nude Day with him at a nude beach. Yet, inherently he knew the first step to having sex with her would be for her to willingly remove her clothes in public or in a remote section of the nude beach on Nude Day. Then, taking it from there, a grope, a feel, and/or a kiss, whatever happens, happens? Barring her agreeing to go with him to a Nude Beach, he'll be seeing her in all manners of undress tonight. Tonight is the night. Tonight is the night he'll be seeing her in her bra and panty, topless, and/or naked. Hopefully, tonight is the night he'll be seeing her tits, her ass, and her pussy. "Yeah, well, funny man, just because my birthday falls on Nude Day, doesn't mean I'll be stripping off my clothes in celebration of that stupid holiday any time soon," she said laughing. "I'll never get naked in front of you. My naked body is something that a son should never see of his mother. Nudity between a mother and son is just nasty. It's just wrong. It's forbidden," she said making a sour face while nodding her head. Dashing his hope of her attending a nude beach with him, he didn't believe she'd ever have sex with him. His sexual excitement and horniness turned to sexual frustration and disappointment. "It's just a naked body Mom," he said. She looked at him as if he was insane. "Maybe if I weren't your mother and you weren't my son, my naked body would be just another naked body but you seeing my naked body is incestuous. It's incestuous," she said giving him a hard stare. "Matter of fact, I need to get dressed," she said suddenly looking embarrassed that she was showing him so much of her sexy body through her revealing, barely there nightgown. Suddenly seeming a little bit uncomfortable with him holding her so close and so tight, she extricated herself from his hug and from his arms. As if a dog tracking a scent, he followed her to her bedroom while staring at her tight, shapely ass that wiggled when she walked. Hoping beyond hope, he hoped she'd leave her bedroom door open while changing. Hoping beyond hope that she'd remove her nightgown, show him her naked body, her tits, her ass, and her pussy while putting on her underwear in front of him, something like that only happened in his sexual fantasies. Instead of leaving her bedroom door open, she closed the door and he stood by her bedroom door listening to her undressing and dressing while imagining what she looked like topless and naked. Daring himself to do so but not taking himself up on the challenge, it took all the self-control he had not to burst open her door and barge in her bedroom. Hearing her same diatribe of disapproving lament every year as to why she couldn't go with him to a nude beach to celebrate Nude Day and her birthday in her birthday suit, he hoped that this year was the year that she'd joyously relent and go to a nude beach with him. Topless, topless, topless, he'd love nothing more than to see his mother topless and to see his mother's big tits. Naked, naked, naked, he'd love nothing more than to see his mother naked and to see her tits, ass, and pussy. At least tonight, with the birthday gift he bought her, he was assured of seeing her in her panty and bra, topless, and maybe even naked. With her not wanting to go to a nude beach with him, he rolled his eyes and sighed his Nude Day, celebratory disappointment and sexual frustration. Unfortunately the only way he'll ever see his mother naked is in his dreams and sexual fantasies. Only, now, hoping that his birthday gift would work, he had a glimmer of hope of seeing his mother in her bra and panties, topless, and maybe even naked soon. The only fly in the ointment would be if she knew he was watching her undressing and torpedoed his plan and asked him to remove his birthday gift. Still, not giving up hope in persuading her to go with him to a nude beach, he tried reasoning with her through her closed, bedroom door. He tried changing her mind by using all of the things he's said in previous years when trying to convince her to go with him to a nude beach on Nude Day. Only just as it hasn't worked in previous years, he knew his empty and meritless argument wouldn't work this year either, which is why he bought her the birthday gift that he chose to buy her. Nonetheless, never giving up hope in the sexual seduction of his sexy mother, he persevered in his argument. "Seriously mother, what's the big deal? It's just a body. We all have the same parts," he said seemingly trying to convince her through her closed bedroom door that it wasn't a big deal for them to see one another naked, something he tried doing and failed to do every year. Hoping she'd surprise him and emerge from her bedroom wearing her birthday suit in readiness to celebrate Nude Day at the nude beach with him, she emerged from her bedroom wearing a short skirt and blouse to smile her impatience at him. 'Damn. She's fully dressed,' he thought to himself. Instead of staying in her nightgown, she was completely dressed. Instead of emerging from her bedroom naked in celebration of Nude Day, she was wearing clothes. "It's a big deal to me to have you see me naked just as it should be a big deal to you for me to see me naked," she said. "Besides," she said with a laugh while giving him a hug. "I can already see that it's a big deal to you in wanting to see me naked," she said looking down at his semi-erect cock that bulged out the front of his jeans. An involuntary reaction, he covered his bulging cock with his hand. He didn't have the words or the cool, calm, confident sophistication of a worldly man to convince her to strip off her clothes in celebration of Nude Day. If only he was a European Don Juan, perhaps he'd know how to undress his mother with his eyes and by just giving her a sexy look. Only, he was no Don Juan. He was her sexually attracted son and she was his sexy and beautiful mother. Seemingly there was no way in Hell that he was ever going to see his mother naked, which is why he bought her the birthday gift that he bought her. A desperate, last ditch effort, he hoped that his birthday gift would do the trick in allowing him to see ever sexy, sexual part of his mother's underwear clad, topless, and/or naked body. He just hope that she'd mindlessly undress and not look too close at his birthday gift. Just as he didn't want to ruin her birthday surprise by telling her what her birthday gift is, he didn't want her to ruin his Nude Day surprise by deciding not to undress. "European women routinely go to the beach topless and/or to a nude beach naked with their sons," he said giving her the same desperate plea that he gave her every year, along with the same incestuously lustful look that he gave her every day. "Just as nudity between a brother and sister and a father and daughter isn't an issue to a European family, nudity between a mother and son is no big deal either. Just because a mother is naked with her naked son doesn't mean that they're going to have incestuous sex," he said making a sour face before giving her a smile. She looked at him and rolled her eyes. "Get it through your head for once and for all that I'm not getting naked in front of you, Joey," she said with a smug laugh. "What kind of mother would I be to walk around a nude beach in front of her son naked?" Steadfast in his perseverance, he looked at her and smiled. "You'd be a modern mother. You'd be a trendsetter. You'd be a sophisticated, European mother who's not ashamed of her naked body and who's not shackled by being embarrassed over nudity," he said with a dirty laugh. She shot him a smirk. "You're full of crap Joey. You just want to see me naked," she said with a laugh. Every time his mother said the word naked, he couldn't help but think of her in her bra and panty, topless, and/or naked. Tonight is the night that, hopefully, he'll wonder no more what she looks like in her bra and panty, topless, and/or naked. Tonight is the night. "In the way that the Europeans are, we need to be more carefree about sex and nudity," he said still trying to convince his mother to go to a nude beach with him and to strip off her clothes. "In a freeing sort of way, especially when at the beach, we should all go around naked," he said thinking of his mother laying naked in the hot sand and wading in the warm water up to the bottom of her naked breasts. She walked up to him again to press her bra clad breasts against her son's muscular chest. As if trying to hug some sense in him, she hugged her son tighter and longer than usual. Not making him feel as perverted or that his secret, love affair was all one-sided, instead with her making him feel special, he loved it when his mother hugged him just as hard and just as long as he hugged her. The scent of her Shalimar perfume was intoxicating. The feel of her soft, black hair teasing his cheek made him think of her fingertips teasing his pubic hair. If judging the feel of her soft but firm body by hugging her while feeling her waist, her back, and her shoulders, he could only imagine how the rest of her body must feel. He'd love nothing more than to feel her shapely ass through her short skirt and panty before feeling her big breasts through her blouse while fingering her nipples through her bra. "Rest assured Joey. Forget about seeing me naked, you'll never see me topless or even in my panty and bra," she said with a naughty laugh. As soon as she uttered the word naked, he couldn't help but think of his mother naked. He could only imagine what his mother looked like naked. He could only imagined what his mother must feel like naked. Naked, naked, naked, he'd give anything to hold his mother's naked body in his arms. Naked, naked, naked, he'd give anything for his mother to hold his naked body in her arms. As soon as she uttered the words panty and bra, he imagined watching his mother parade around her bedroom in her low cut, white bra and white, bikini panty. If only she'd say yes to attend a nude beach with him in celebration of Nude Day and her birthday, he'd be the happiest son in the world. If only she knew that later tonight, he'll be seeing her in her bra and panty, topless, and maybe even naked anyway, perhaps she'd change her mind about going to a nude beach with him. Believing that she did in the way she walks around him in her sexy, sheer, and revealing nightgowns, he only wished that she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. To be continued... Please vote. Please give me the support of your vote.