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Mom & Son Sexy Nude Day Surprise Ch. 01

By: SusanJillParker



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Mom gets and unexpected invitation for a Nude Day cruise

Already bored and sexually frustrated with his not very successful routine of trying to spy on his mother dressing and undressing, Robert needed a life. Even though the thoughts of seeing his mother topless and/or naked sexually excited him, he always felt like such a pervert trying to see what he shouldn't see of his mother. How dare he so disrespect her? She was his mother after all and not some slut. She deserved more respect and more privacy than he was giving her.

Devoted to her and sexually attracted to her, his sexual focus has been on his mother, always on his mother, for too long. With him routinely flashing her his cock and with her having seen his errant prick so very many times before, even flashing her his cock was started to wear thin. He wanted more. He wanted to see her topless. He wanted to see her naked. Naked, naked, naked, Robert wanted to see his mother naked. He needed to have sex with her. Sex, sex, sex, Robert wanted to have sex with his mother.

Yet, always horny, somehow and someway, he needed to take the next step with her to see if she felt the same sexual way about him that he felt about her. In the way that he wanted to sexually touch and feel his mother, he wanted his mother to touch and stroke him before sucking and fucking him. Only, she'd never do any of that. His mother wasn't a slut or a whore. His mother was a good, moral woman. Besides, riddled with guilt and shame for trying to force open the door of the incestuously forbidden, she was his mother and he was her son.

Without doubt, tired of masturbating himself for some much needed sexual release, he needed a girlfriend. Only not having a job and not having any money, he was stuck living at home with his mother. Even if he had money enough to date a woman, what kind of woman would want him when he told her that he still lived with his mother? Women would think of him as a weak Mama's boy, a man who couldn't live on his own without the help of his mother.

Besides, not giving up on them ever having a sexual relationship, encouragingly positive, his mother never complained when he flashed her his cock. A sexually exciting game that he enjoyed playing, with her always looking at what he was showing, seemingly she liked it when he exposed his cock to her. Removing the stigma of a mother and her son, maybe in the way that showing his mother his dangling prick made him feel like a man, seeing her son's cock made her feel like a woman. With his sexual attraction to her getting in the way of him seeing things clearly, he didn't know. All he knew was, just as he was always exposing his cock to her, she always looked at his exposed dick. 

Perhaps, if she stopped looking, he'd stop flashing her. Perhaps if she showed anger instead of curiosity, he'd show shame, remorse, and embarrassment. Only, encouraged by her looks, he suspected that she enjoyed his flashes. Perhaps if she stopped walking around him, as if sexually teasing him, while wearing her short, low cut, sheer nightgowns, he'd stop flashing her. Perhaps, if she stopped parading around him in her low cut bra and sexy, bikini panties, he wouldn't feel horny enough to flash her his cock.

If she didn't want him flashing her, he'd think she'd tell him to wear underwear beneath his pajama bottoms. If she wasn't as interested in him flashing her as much as he was interested in flashing her, she wouldn't be looking every time his erect prick had emerged from his pee hole to say hi. Moreover, he assumed, her excuse to look longer, she always told him that he was so exposed while continuing to stare at his cock. He enjoyed her staring at his cock when she spoke to him as if he was being her naughty child.

"I see Robert Jr. came out to say hi," she'd say with a sexy laugh. Or she'd say, "Robert, fix yourself please." 

In the way that he routinely flashed her his naked cock in exchange for seeing her bra clad breasts and panty clad pussy and ass, he wished she'd flash him more than her just underwear but she never did. If she flashed him her topless or naked body, with one thing leading to another, maybe their mutual flashing would lead to sex. Only, just as his mother would never flash him, she'd never have sex with him either. He had more luck with his mother showing him up skirt peeks of her panties and down blouse peeks of her bra than he ever had of seeing her topless and/or naked.

Even though she freely walks around him in her bra and panty, for some reason, it's more sexually arousing to see something he shouldn't see of her when she's sitting with her knees parted or bending over him while wearing a low cut top. Always looking at whatever she's inadvertently showing, he enjoys seeing her when she's walking around in her sexy, sheer nightgowns. From what he can see of her shapely naked body through her sheer nightgowns, she has shapely C cup breasts and a round, firm ass. When she's not walking around him in her sexy nightgown, she's walking around him in her sexy panty and bra.

His sexual fantasy come true, he'd love to see his mother topless. Topless, topless, topless, he'd wished he could see his mother topless. She has a great body and he can only imagine what she looks like topless and/or naked. He'd love to see his mother naked. Naked, naked, naked, he can only imagine what his mother looks like naked.

Then, she received a phone call from her latest boyfriend that changed both of their lives forever. If only he knew then what he knows now, he'd be looking at his mother much differently. If only he knew then what he knows now, he'd be having sex with his mother instead of staying home alone while she's out on a Nude Day cruise. Little did he know that the one phone call she received from her boyfriend would affect his life as much as it would affect her life too.

Little did he know that his mother is a cock sucking, cum slut who has had cum baths. If only he knew his mother is a gangbang whore who participated in sexual orgies with groups of men, he would have been more sexually aggressive with her and sexually demanding of her. Definitely, he would have made his move by making a sexual pass at her. Still, nonetheless her sexual past and sexual present, her having sex with a multitude of men doesn't mean that she'd have incestuous sex with him. Yet, in hindsight, forever together, little did he know that it would only be a matter of time before he'd be sexually intimate with his mother.

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He remembered the details of the phone call as if it just happened now instead of several hours before. As soon as his mother answered the phone, she closed her bedroom door. Something she never does, her bedroom door is always wide open. Strange for her to close her bedroom door, she never closes her bedroom door. 

Something she never does unless she's naked and/or when masturbating herself, he imagined, as he's never seen her masturbating or heard her masturbating but he imagines that she closes her bedroom door when she's masturbating, if she does masturbate. Everyone masturbates, right? Surely, unless she's having enough sex that she doesn't have the need to sexually self-abuse herself, even his mother must feel the need to masturbate herself. It sexually excited him to think of his mother masturbating herself. Wishing he knew when she was touching herself in that sexual way, he'd love to offer her his hand, his tongue, and/or his cock.

Anyway, she never closes her bedroom door unless she's naked or hiding something, such as wrapping Christmas gifts and birthday gifts or in this case having a personal, private phone conversation. She even allows him to lounge in bed with her to watch TV late at night or early in the morning. Always trying to see whatever he can of her while in bed with her, a down nightgown or an up nightgown, with her always modestly covered by a sheet, he hasn't been very lucky in that regard.

As long as she's wearing her panty and bra, she even allows him to watch her getting changed. How many mothers parade around their grown sons in their panties and bras? How many mothers allow their grown sons to watch them get dressed and undressed? He's never seen her topless or naked but with him seeing her in her underwear, he can clearly imagine her topless and naked while masturbating himself night and day.

With her giving him plenty of masturbation fodder by allowing him to see her in her underwear, he should be sexually satisfied with that but he's not. He wants more. Not only does he wish that he could see his mother topless and/or naked but also he wishes he could have sex with her topless and/or naked body. If only he could, he would. If only she would, he would.

"Come in Robert. It isn't like I'm naked. I'm in my panty and bra. You've seen more of my body when I'm wearing my barely there bikini than you can when I'm in my underwear," she always said while laughing.

She's right. Her bikinis leave little to the imagination. He loved seeing his MILF of a mother in her sexy bikini. Yet, in the way she was always around him in her sexy nightgowns or sexy underwear, he couldn't help but wonder if she was teasing him while waiting for him to make a sexual move on her. Maybe she's hoping he'd make the first, sexual move. Seriously, what mother freely and routinely walks around her horny, testosterone filled son in her sexy panty and bra?

Then, again, in the way that many sons would love to have sex with their mothers, how many mothers would really want to have sex with their sons? Surely, there are many more sons who'd want to have sex with their mother than there are mothers who'd want to have sex with their sons. Even though he sexually fantasizes about seeing his mother topless and/or naked and routinely masturbates over having sex with her, his mother would never allow him to see her topless and/or naked. His mother would never have sex with him.

Wishing she'd walk around him topless and/or naked, whether she was in her nightgown, her bra and panty, or in her barely there bikini, it was all masturbation material to him. He especially loved watching her parading around in front of him in her bikini panties and low cut bras. He loved masturbating over the thoughts of her topless or naked while having sex with him. With him seeing not nearly enough, he wished he could touch and feel his mother's magnificent body while holding her and kissing her.

Only, oblivious to the sexual games that women play, he could never figure out if she was deliberately, sexually teasing him or if she was just comfortable walking around him in her sheer nightgowns, panty and bra, and barely there bikinis. With him being her son and she being his mother, maybe she trusted him enough not to make a sexual pass at her. With him never making a sexual pass at her, other than occasionally flashing her his prick, no doubt, not willing to risk it, she'd stop her sexy lingerie show if ever he showed his real sexual, incestuous interest in her. Not wanting to ruin the free show of seeing his mother in her sexy nightgowns and lingerie, he tried his best not to stare, leer, and ogle her nearly naked body. Only, as soon as she left for work, he'd be in his room masturbating over all that he saw of her and all that he imagined seeing of her while imagining having sex with her topless and/or naked body.

If only she knew how much he was sexually attracted to her, no doubt, she'd start wearing a bathrobe over her panty and bra around the house. If only she knew he wanted to have sex with her, she'd ask him to leave her house and find other living arrangements. If only she knew he masturbated over seeing her in her panty and bra and/or in her sheer, sexy nightgowns, she'd take him to the doctor to have his head examined. If only she knew how much he sexually lusted over her and masturbated over her, she'd have him committed.

"Eww, Robert, put it away. I can't believe you're masturbating again. You need a hobby. You need a girlfriend. You need a job," she'd say whenever walking in his room unannounced and without knocking and catching him masturbating.

He only wished he had the nerve to open her closed, bedroom door when he knew she was naked and dressing or undressing. He only wished he could catch his mother as nakedly indisposed with her fingers in her pussy as she always managed to catch him as nakedly indisposed with his hand around his cock. Yet, mostly as planned, he couldn't count how many times he purposely arranged for his mother to catch him masturbating. Even though she always looks before leaving, she's never seen him cum. Just once, he'd love for her to catch him ejaculating a huge, warm, oozy load all over his chest. Just once, he'd love to see the look on her face when seeing him cumming over the thoughts of having sex with her naked body.

Yet, as soon as she closed her bedroom door, knowing her phone conversation would be personally private and hopefully sexually revealing, he got up from the couch to stand by her bedroom door to listen. With him always wondering about her personal, private sexual life, the only way to find out if she was having sex and with whom she was having sex with was to eavesdrop on her. Hoping to hear all the sexy, sexual details, he pressed his ear to her bedroom door to listen. He always wondered if his mother sucked cock. Maybe now he'd find out if she did or not.

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"Seriously? A cruise? Wow! No way. For Nude Day? National Nude Day? I never knew there was such a holiday," said Donna, Robert's mother.

Robert stood outside his mother's closed, bedroom door eavesdropping on her telephone conversation that she was having with her new boyfriend, Stephen.

"When is National Nude Day? I don't even know. Tuesday? July 14? Oh. I didn't know that. I'm embarrassed to admit that I've never celebrated Nude Day," said Donna with a laugh.

With his mother making reference to Nude Day to her boyfriend over the phone, he couldn't help himself from imagining her naked. Topless, topless, topless, wishing he could see her tits, he'd love nothing better than to see his mother topless unless he could see her naked. Naked, naked, naked, wishing he could see her ass and her pussy, he'd love to see his mother naked.

Even though she parades around him in her sheer, sexy nightgowns without the modesty of wearing a bathrobe and is not embarrassed for him to see her in her panty and bra, he's never seen her naked. He's never even seen her topless. The best he could do is to imagine her topless and/or naked while masturbating. With her having a great body for a woman her age, he'd love nothing better than to see her topless and/or naked.

If only she'd ask him for a massage when she was naked but for a small, hand towel draped across her butt, he enjoyed masturbating himself while imagining kneading her beautiful body with his horny hands. He'd love nothing more than to massage her beautiful ass and her naked breasts. If only she'd call him to kill a spider while she was sitting in the bathtub naked, he'd burst open her bathroom door. If only he had the nerve to barge in her bedroom when she was naked or barge in her bathroom while she was doing her hair topless, he'd have masturbation material for the rest of his life.

Only, she never asked him for a massage. She wasn't afraid to kill her own spiders. And he'd never invade his mother's privacy by barging in her bedroom and/or bathroom in the way that she's invading his privacy by opening his bedroom door without knocking and catching him masturbating. Now, unable to control himself, desperate to have sex with her, he's invading her privacy by listening to her personal, private telephone conversation by pressing his ear against her bedroom door. Hoping to hear something he could use to seduce her, he needed to know if there was a real, sexual woman behind the façade of his mother.

"I didn't even know that Nude Day was a National holiday. I should ask my union rep about making National Nude Day a paid holiday," she said with a laugh. "Only, if they had a company outing on that day, I wouldn't want to see any of my co-workers naked," she said with another laugh. "Most of them have bad bodies."

Always looking forward to that naked celebration, with his mother going away for the weekend, he forgot that Tuesday was National Nude Day. Too preoccupied with trying to see his mother in all manners of undress, he couldn't believe that Tuesday was the Nude Day holiday, one of the most important days in his year. Last year he watched the PETA women, People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals, models mostly, posing for television news cameras while demonstrating in front of a furrier. Typically, being that it's Nude Day, they wear nothing but billboard signs with the sides of their naked bodies visibly exposed to onlookers, gawkers, and perverts like him.

There were a few women in the park who removed their tops and bras in celebration of Nude Day and in protest of the nudity laws. Being that it was Nude Day, unless someone complained of a woman walking around naked and/or a man flashing women his cock, no one was arrested for removing their shirt and bra and having a quiet Nude Day celebration with friends on a picnic blanket. For the most part, coming and going without incident, Nude Day was a day for exhibitionists and voyeurs. With most Americans usually leaving the nudity behind closed doors, Nude Day was a day that some daring partygoers celebrated in public. 

"I can't get off from work Tuesday," she said. "Sorry. Today is the last day of my vacation. I'm working Tuesday. Oh, even though the cruise is in celebration of Nude Day, it's not actually on Nude Day? That's weird," she said with a laugh while sounding puzzled. "Then, when is the cruise? Today? You're kidding."

In the premature celebration of Nude Day, Robert suddenly imagine his mother sunning her naked body aboard a boat with a bunch of other naked people.

"God, I haven't worn my bikini since last year. I've gained a couple of pounds and I don't know if my bikini will still fit," she said. "Don't worry? I won't need a bikini? That's true. I'll be naked," she said with a sexy, albeit nervous laugh.

The image of his mother naked filled his mind with incestuous lust for her. He'd do anything to see her aboard that boat without her clothes. He'd do anything to see his mother naked. He only wished he was invited to take the cruise with her. Only, how would that look, a naked mother with her naked son?

"Gees, I don't know Stephen. It's such short notice," Donna said laughing while talking to her latest boyfriend on the phone. "Oh, you didn't know if you were going to get the boat or not? I see. Sure, actually that sounds like fun. Yeah, okay. I'd love to go on a Nude Day cruise," she said.

Sexually attracted to his Mom, Robert loved his mother, an understatement. As much as he really loved his mother, he'd love to show her how much he loved her by making love to her. Always curious what she was talking about whenever she felt the need to close her bedroom door when on the phone, he always eavesdropped on his mother's personal, private phone conversations. With him having no life, bored, and with nothing else to do but to lounge around the house masturbating, with that no excuse for him to listen, he loved his mother's voice.

She had one of those melodious voices. The perfect voice for phone sex, she had a sweet sounding, sexy voice. He loved his mother's laugh. She had a melodious laugh too that was so full of life and joy. Between her voice and her laugh, she always sounded so sexy. Whenever he found a woman to love, he'd want a woman who looked, talked, and laughed just like his mother.

Where some sons must have their arms twisted to call their mothers, he loved talking to his mother on the phone. She had such a sultry, sexy, sensuous voice. Unbeknownst to her, he's even masturbated to the sound of her voice when she's called him from work. If only she knew he was jerking off to her talking to him, she'd be surprised. She'd be upset. In the way she thought his father was perversely twisted for cheating on her with a younger woman, she'd really think he was perversely twisted and would take him to have his head examined.


Mom & Son Sexy Nude Day Surprise Ch. 01



After watching one of his favorite movies, in the way he's so consumed by having sex with his mother, sometimes he thinks of himself as a reincarnation of Alex from Clockwork Orange. Sometimes he wonders, in the way that Alex had shock therapy by watching nature videos and given a shock when watching violent, porn videos, if that kind of shock therapy would help him from having salacious, sexual thoughts of having sex with his mother. He wondered, if every time he had an incestuous thought, if there was a way that he could give himself an electrical shock for him to not only stop the thought but also for him to think of something else. Only, knowing himself in the way that he did, the sudden charge of electricity surging through his body would probably give him an erection.

'More! Give me more! Up the voltage. I'm going to cum,' he imagined saying.

If only she knew her son was a pervert for being sexually attracted to his mother and for masturbating over her mere, motherly voice while talking to her on the phone, she'd probably encourage him to have his head examined at the free clinic. With him always feeling perverted and perversely guilty when masturbating over his mother, maybe he should have some sort of psychological therapy to stop himself from sexually thinking of his mother. Sometimes, when he's horny and in the mood to masturbate, he doesn't answer the phone so that she'll leave a message for him to play over and again while masturbating to the sound of her sexy voice.

With her always longwinded and with her having such a sexy voice and laugh, she always left him a long message. He'd masturbate to whatever his mother said on the voice recorder while imagining her saying something else and something more sexual. Even if she was giving him instructions to do chores around the house or giving him a shopping list for the market, he'd masturbate over those things as if she was giving him sexually explicit pillow talk.

"Hi Robert. I'm Dr. Childs," Robert imagined the doctor saying when going for psychological therapy and meeting his therapist for the first time. "How can I help you?"

No sense beating around the bush. Knowing a trained professional would soon uncover the real truth anyway and the reason why he was there, he imagined swallowing his embarrassment and blurting out his undiagnosed problem.

"I've been sexually attracted to my Mom for years and it came to a head on the weekend before Nude Day when..."

The doctor stopped taking notes to look up at his patient.

"I see. Tell me more about your mother," he imagined the doctor saying with pen poised on his notepad.

As soon as the doctor asked him to tell him more about his mother, he imagined his mother topless. He imagined his mother naked. He imagined having sex with his mother's topless and/or naked body.

"Well, she's tall, blonde, busty, and beautiful," he imagined saying.

The doctor quickly scribbled his notes.

"And you have sexual fantasies of seeing her naked while having sex with her naked body, is that it?"

As soon as the doctor said that and asked him that question, Robert imagined seeing his mother naked and having sex with her naked body again. Only this time, his sexual fantasy seemed realer.

"Oh, God yes," said Robert happy that the doctor was already on the same page as him.

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Even though he was possessively jealous that she'd no doubt be having sex with a man while naked on his boat, Robert liked the fact that his mother was planning something for Nude Day, of all days. Other than going out on an occasional dinnerdate or to see a movie, with her leaving for work early and coming home from work late, she works too hard. Except to go to work, always home, she seldom leaves the house but to walk the dog, to run errands, and to go food shopping. With him not working and them having a one income family, she's always trying to make ends meet by working overtime whenever overtime is available. By helping her with the housework, household chores, and the food shopping, that allows her to work more overtime to make extra money.

Now with her going somewhere for the weekend, a Nude Day cruise, he'd love to have the house to himself for once. The imagined image of her onboard a boat naked, sunning herself, and drinking, held his mind hostage and he couldn't think of anything else but his naked mother. He couldn't wait to masturbate over the imagined image of his naked mother parading around men she just met. Naked, naked, naked, his mother would be naked on a boat with other naked people.

Maybe she'll come home with some pictures of her naked party that he could sneak in her bedroom to see when she's not home. He'd love to masturbate over naked photos of her. He knew all of her secret, hiding spots. Definitely, as soon as she left for her Nude Day holiday, he'll be masturbating over all that he imagined she'd be doing aboard a boat while naked.

"Sure. I'd love to go. Naked?" She laughed a nervous laugh. "No, um, that's not a problem for me. I don't mind getting naked. Only will other people be there too?" Suddenly, she sounded nervous. "How many? Twelve? All men or will there be women too," she said with another nervous laugh.

She paused while obviously listening to him talking before talking again.

"Because if it's all men like the last cruise you took me on, then I'm not interested," she said pausing. "Six couples? That's good," she said falling silent no doubt giving her boyfriend a chance to speak.

"Is everyone going to be naked too? If everyone else is naked, then I don't mind getting naked. Walking around naked is not a problem for me as long as everyone else is naked too," she fell silent again obviously to allow her boyfriend to respond.

With her saying aha, yes, or okay, he could hear her agreeing to whatever he was saying.

"Only, with me the star attraction, it's not going to be an orgy like it was the last time, is it? If it's going to be another orgy, then I won't go. Sorry but I wasn't comfortable with men I didn't even know groping me and trying to stick their cocks in my hand, in my mouth, in my pussy, and in my ass," she said with a dirty laugh.

'Holy shit. His mother was the star attraction in an orgy? No way,' he thought while not believing all that he was hearing. Things he never knew about his mother, he was discovering now.

She paused while listening on the other end. Robert wished he could hear what her boyfriend was saying in response to that. Wishing he could hear more of what his mother did at that orgy, he wished he could be privy to both sides of the telephone conversation.

"I know but with me being so drunk, I still can't believe that I gave three men I didn't even know blowjobs," she said whispering. "With them giving me quite the cum bath, I awakened the next morning covered in cum," she said laughing. "And I can't believe you videotaped the whole thing. Had I not watched the video, I never would have believe it," she said before falling silent while he was obviously talk. "Indeed, I was quite the cock sucking whore aboard that boat."

Damn, now that's one video he'd love to watch. He wondered if his mother has a copy of that video hidden in her room somewhere. He'd love nothing better than to see his mother naked while having sex with six men. He'd love nothing better than watching his mother giving someone a blowjob.

"Ha, ha, very funny. Yet, it wasn't funny at the time but I can see the ridiculous of it now. Yes, I know I wasn't forced to suck anyone but I was drunk and you took advantage of me in the way that other men took sexual advantage of me at a frat party in college," said his mother.

'What? His mother was taken sexual advantage of at a frat party?' Stunned by this new revelation, he never knew his mother had such a sexual past.

"You'd think I'd know better by now than to go off on a cruise with six, horny men," she said with a sad, little laugh. "Only, I don't want to go through another gangbang again. If I'm going to have sex, I want to pick my partner and I'd rather my sexual partner just be you and not all of your friends too."

'An orgy? A cum bath? A gangbang? This all happened to her before too, more than twenty years ago when she was in college? Oh, my God. Forget about her going on a Nude Day cruise, his mother was involved in an orgy. His mother had gangbang sex. His mother blew at least three men? Holy shit. His mother sucks cock. His mother is a cum slut. His mother is a cock sucking whore.'

Not wanting to miss a single word, Robert pressed his ear harder against her bedroom door.

"I don't want to be expected to suck some strange man while he thinks he'll be having sex with me," she said whispering loud enough for him to hear what she was saying. "Okay then. Sure. As long as they'll be other naked women onboard and as long as I'm not going to be the sexual star in a gangbang again, yeah, I'll go," she said. "Okay. I'll meet you at the pier at noon. Goodbye Stephen."

When he heard her finish her phone conversation with her boyfriend, not wanting her to catch him standing there listening, he ran to sit in the living room. Quickly he turned on the TV and pretended he was watching...a cooking show? What the fuck? He changed the channel to the sports channel just as his mother emerged from the bedroom.

To be continued...



Mom & Son Sexy Nude Day Surprise Ch. 02



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Mom has had orgies, gangbangs, and cum baths

Always hot for his mother before, after overhearing about some of her sexual exploits she's had, namely orgies, gangbangs, and cum baths, he was reeling with sexual desire for her now. Damn, never thinking of his mother having sex with multiple partners at a party, his mother had an orgy. Never thinking of his mother pulling a train, she had a gangbang. Never thinking that his mother even sucked cock, she had a cum bath. She blew three men she didn't even know and had just met.

'Damn!'

He couldn't believe all that he just overheard while eavesdropping on her private, personal phone conversation. Always thinking of his mother as a good, moral woman of high morals and impeccable character, now he thought of her as a sexy slut and a MILF of a whore. Now that he knows his mother is a slut, perhaps he'll have an easier time of seducing her. He'd love nothing more than to see her naked while having sex with her naked body.

Filled with the imagery of all that she discussed on the phone, he imagined his mother at an orgy and stripped naked in college before pulling a train at some frat dorm when she was drunk. He imagined his mother on her knees while sucking off three men she didn't even know when on a cruise with her so called boyfriend. He imagined men standing over his drunken mother with their cocks out and masturbating while giving her face and naked tits a cum bath while her boyfriend videotaped the whole lurid thing. Never knowing his mother had such a sexual past, he couldn't wait to masturbate over all of this newfound, sexual information.

'Oh, my God. My Mom is so hot.'

His mother sucks cock. His mother is a cum slut. His mother is a whore. After having eavesdropped on her insightful and sexually revealing telephone conversation, he saw his mother in a whole, new light now. With her no longer the virtuous mother, she was just another whore.

Nonetheless her sexual status changing from mother to whore, topless, topless, topless, he'd love nothing more than to see his mother topless. Naked, naked, naked, he'd love nothing more than to see his mother naked. He'd love nothing more than to have sex with his slut of a mother. He could only imagine the pillow talk that they could have with her telling him about all of her sexual experiences with other men. Maybe the reason why his father divorced his mother was because she was a slut and was cheating on him in the way that his father always cheated on his mother.

The imagined image of his mother topless and on her knees while he felt her tits and fingered her nipples and while she stared up at him with his prick in her mouth made him so horny. A longtime sexual fantasy, now that he knows his mother sucks cock, maybe she'll suck his cock too. He'd love nothing more than to cum in his mother's mouth and watch her swallow his cum. Tempted to run to the bathroom and jerkoff while imagining his mother blowing him, if his mother wasn't home, he'd masturbate right here in the living room and right now while sitting in her precious, red, leather recliner.

Now that he knows she's a whore, when she's in the bathroom showering, he's tempted to open her shower door to see her naked. Allowing his imagination to run wild and his incestuous, sexual lust to get the better of him, he'd loved to push her naked body up against her shower wall and have sex with her. Suddenly feeling so horny, now when she's in her bedroom behind her closed bedroom door dressing or undressing, he's tempted to barge in her bedroom in the way she barges in his bedroom with his laundry. He'd love to catch her standing there topless and/or naked. He'd love to push her back on her bed and have his wicked, sexual way with her.

With no son thinking that their mother sucks cock, he always wondered if she ever gave his father or anyone a blowjob. Now that he knows his mother is a cock sucking, cum slut of a whore, he'd love nothing more than for his mother to give him a blowjob too. He'd love nothing more than to cum in her mouth and watch her swallow. He'd love nothing more than to give his mother a cum bath too. He'd love nothing more than to make love to her before fucking her, really fucking her hard and pounding her pussy until she had an orgasm. Wanting to make her his sexy bitch, he'd love to watch her and see her have an orgasm.

'Oh, my God. Oops, sorry Mom. I ejaculated cum all over your face and all over your tits,' he imagined saying.

He imagined jerking off while standing over his mother as she lay on the couch or in her bed sleeping. He imagined cumming all over her face, her hair, her tits, and inside of her opened mouth. He imagined her waking up with him standing over her with his erect cock in hand.

'That's okay, Robert," he imagined her saying. "Semen is good for my skin,' he imagined her suddenly awakening and opening her eyes while rubbing his sperm all over her face before rubbing his cum all over her bare breasts. 'And the protein is good for me too,' he imagined her saying as she licked her fingers and swallowed big gobs of his cum.

Now with him thinking of his mother fucking and sucking a multitude of men at a sexual orgy, she just gave him lots to masturbate about later after she leaves for her Nude Day cruise. With only a few more hours to go before noon, Robert counted down the hours until his mother left for the weekend while waiting for her to go on her Nude Day cruise. With it already past 9am, she'd probably leave a little after 11am to get to the pier for her to meet her boyfriend at noon.

"Robert?"

Without the modesty of donning a bathrobe, she walked in the living room wearing just her sheer, thin, sexy nightgown with nothing underneath. He loved seeing her in her practically see-through nightgowns. He'd love nothing more than to take her in his arms and kiss her, French kiss her, while feeling her breasts and ass through her nightgown. Now that he knows she's a slut, imagining her not stopping him, he imagined pulling her nightgown over her head and stripping her naked before bending her over the couch to fuck her. For the sake that he was her son and their sex would be deemed incestuous, he imagined his mother feebly protesting while he had his wild, sexual way with her naked body. Taking her from behind, he imagined sticking his hard, erect cock in his mother's cunt while feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples.

With her standing before him now and with his mind reeling with all that he'd sexually like to do to his mother, he looked at her with a newfound sexual lust. His eyes darted down from the impressions her big nipples made through the thin material of her nightgown to the blonde, trimmed patch of pubic hair that he imagined seeing. Tall, blonde, and busty with blue eyes, she was so very pretty. With not a wrinkle on her beautiful face, she looked 30-something instead of 40-something.

No one would ever guess or even believe that she has a 22-year-old son. Perhaps, her secret skin regimen, her skin looks so young because of all the cum baths she'd had in her life. Who knows? Maybe she keeps a jar of cum on her bureau and uses it to rub on her face each night and each morning.

Trying not to catch him staring, he watched her standing in front of the big bay windows. As if she was an angel who had just been delivered to him from Heaven, the morning light that shined through her sheer nightgown, made her appear not only angelic but also naked. Naked, naked, naked, with the glorious view he had of her shapely body, he didn't have a difficult time imagining her naked. In the sexy way she looked, how could he not be sexually attracted to her?

Even though she's his mother and he's her son, in the sexy, sensuous way she looked, there'd have to be more psychologically wrong with him if he wasn't sexually attracted to her. Now that he knows she sucks cock, has had cum baths, gangbangs, and sexual orgies, in his perversely perverted mind she's a virtual sex Goddess. Now that he knows his mother is a sexual being, sucks cock, and seemingly as horny as he is, hopefully, she'll be easier for him to see her topless, naked, and/or to get her in bed.

"Yes Mom?"

He slouched back down on the couch and looked up at her and smiled while trying not to stare at the huge impressions her nipples made in her nightgown. Imagining her leaning over him topless, he so wanted to reach up and touch and feel her big breasts through her nightgown. He so wanted to finger the impressions of her big nipples through her nightgown. He so wanted to lean his head forward and suck her nipples through the thin material of her nightgown. Now that he knows she's a cock sucking whore, he so wanted to reach beneath her nightgown and finger her pussy. Only, with him having more respect for his mother than that, he didn't do any of those things.

"Do you have any plans for this weekend?"

She looked down at him and returned his smile. From where she was standing in front of him and from the low vantage point he had resting on the couch, he could nearly see up her short nightgown. She had beautiful shapely thighs and he'd love nothing more than to plant his face between her legs while fingering her and licking her pussy. In the way that he was always exposing his cock to her, he wished she'd expose her pussy to him. Forcing the issue, he was so tempted to lift the front of her nightgown up to expose her naked pussy to him. Only, he didn't want to ruin the close mother and son relationship that they enjoyed. Rather taking it slow, now that he knows she's a slut, somehow and some way, he'll use that knowledge against her.

"This weekend? No Mom. I don't have any plans," he said suddenly sad that he didn't go anywhere and do anything because he didn't have any money.

He needed a job. He need to earn some money so that he could buy a car, get his own place, and find a girlfriend instead of spending his days incestuously lusting over his mother.

* * * * *

Just once, he'd love to meet up with his friends, stay out all night, and party. Just once, he'd love to pick up a woman who reminded him of his mother and have wild sex with her while pretending that she was his mother. Only with his luck, while imagining that he was having sex with his mother, instead of calling the woman by her name, he'd probably call the woman Donna, his mother's name. He could only imagine how angry the woman would be if he called her by another woman's name while his cock was buried deep inside of her.

'Donna? Who's Donna?" He imagined her shooting him a look while pushing him off and out of her. "Is that you wife?' 

He imagined her shooting him an angry look.

'No, I'm not married,' he imagined replying.

He imagined giving her an assuring, albeit embarrassed smile. Not dropping the issue, he imagined the woman interrogating him.

'Is Donna you're girlfriend?'

He imagined her giving him a jealous look.

'No. Don't worry. I don't have a girlfriend either,' he imagined responding.

He looked at her with reverence as if he was a holy man about to anoint her with not holy water but with his semen.

'Then, who's Donna?'

He imagined her looking at him with a face full of curiosity while he looked at her with sexual excitement.

'Um, if you must know, Donna is my Mom.'

Now that he confessed that he was an incestuous pervert by imagining having sex with is mother while having sex with her, he looked at her with a face full of shame, guilt, and remorse.

'Eww, gross. You imagine you're mother while having sex with me? Eww, gross,' he imagined her pushing him away. 'Get off of me and get out of my apartment. Beat it! Scram. Get lost,' he imagined her pushing him out her door while he's not even fully dressed.

With her looking like and sounding so much like his mother, even when she rejected him, he felt as if it was his mother rejecting him.

'Sorry but you look just like my Mom and you sound like her too,' he imagined saying while putting his foot in her door as she continually tried closing it. 'If you don't mind, I'd really like to have sex with you while pretending you're my mom.'

He gave her a lustful albeit pitiful look, the same way he routinely looks at his mother.

'Get out! Go! Just leave,' he imagined his date not going as planned as she slammed shut her door and locked it.

'May I see you again? I'll call you,' he imagined saying.

'Fuck off,' he imagined hearing her say.

Well, that went well, even if it never happened. Now he knows never to call a woman by another woman's name, especially when that other woman is his mother.

* * * * *

"That's good that you don't have any plans. You're a lifesaver," she said.

Returning from his sexual fantasy to respond to his mother, he looked up at her with love and lust.

"Why?"

Playing Mickey the Dunce, he knew why she had asked him if he had any plans. As if asking him his permission to go away for the weekend, she looked nervous. Suddenly, instead of feeling like her son, he felt more like her husband or her father. Having already heard her making plans on the phone with her boyfriend, he knew what she was going to ask him. She wanted him to take care of her dog. He loved her dog. She didn't even have to ask him to do that. He always took care of the dog while she was working.

Attached to her dog, a Rat terrier named Polo, she even had him put him on the phone. If it wasn't for her dog, he'd be more bored than he is now. If it wasn't for her dog, his best friend, his only friend, he'd have no friends. If it wasn't for having to walk her dog, staying in the house like a hermit, he'd never venture outside.

"With this the last day of my vacation, I'm going away for the weekend and I'll need you to feed, water, and walk the dog," she said.

Unable to stop his incestuous imagination that inspired his horniness and his sexual desire for her, suddenly he imagined his mother naked with a dozen other naked people on a Nude Day cruise. Suddenly he imagined himself up in a low flying helicopter with a super zoom lens photographing his naked mother laying in the sun on her back as if he was a Paparazzi cameraman. Suddenly, he imagined his mother having a sexual orgy that turned into a gangbang. Suddenly, he imagined his mother on her knees while stroking and sucking six men in a circle jerk. Suddenly he imagined six men masturbating while standing over her naked body and giving her a cum bath.

"Sure. No problem Mom. Don't worry about the dog," he said giving her a smile while imagining her without her clothes. "I love Polo as if he was my own dog," he said rubbing the dog's head who was on the couch resting beside him.

Now that he knows she's a whore, something he so wanted to do, he was so tempted to stand up and pull her nightgown over her head and off. Something he'd only do in his sexual fantasy of her, he wished he had the unprecedented gall to do that. Maybe with him doing her a favor, she'll do him a favor later when she returns home from her Nude Day weekend. Yet, now that he knows she's a cum slut, he was so tempted to barge in her bathroom while she was showering or barge in her bedroom while she was dressing.

"Thank you," she said leaning down to give him a peck on his lips while giving him a down nightgown view of the tops of her naked breasts and her long, line of sexy cleavage. 

'God, I just love my mother's tits,' he thought to himself while enjoying the down nightgown view.

He was so tempted to hold her nightgown top open and to stick his horny hand inside to touch her tits, feel her tits, and fondle her tits while fingering her nipples. Knowing all that he knows about his mother now, he wondered if she'd stop him or encourage him. He wondered if he made the first sexual mood, if she'd stay home and celebrate the Nude Day weekend with him naked. Only, not wanting to take the chance that she'd rebuff him, he didn't want to ruin his mother's Nude Day weekend by making a sexual pass at her. Maybe later, when she comes home from her Nude Day weekend of having sex with six men, after a couple of glasses of wine, she may more welcome his sexual advances.

"Where are you going?"

Again, a sexual fantasy that he was unable to remove from his mind and an erotic fantasy that he couldn't wait to masturbate over, he imagined his mother having orgy like sex with a half dozen men, maybe even pulling a train and being gangbanged. In the sexy way his mother looks, he imagined her definitely getting another cum bath. What man wouldn't want to cum in her mouth before cumming all over her face and all over her tits? With him imagining her blowing one man after another, he couldn't wait to masturbate over all that he imagined after overhearing her talking about her sexual escapades on the phone. Already sexually excited, he was starting to get an erection. Already sexually aroused, he wished his mother would give him a blowjob or at least a hand job before she left for her long weekend of Nude Day naked festivities.

'Just in case I don't come back Robert,' he imagined her saying. 'Just in case something happens to me aboard the boat,' he imagined her saying. 'Just in case I fall overboard and a shark eats me, my way of giving you a memory of me to remember forever, would you mind terribly if I blew you?'

With stars in his eyes and incestuous lust on his mind, he looked at her as if she had really asked him that question.

'Sure Mom. I don't mind you blowing me at all,' he imagined saying to her. 'Matter of fact, I'd love for you to suck my cock. If you don't mind, may I cum in your mouth too?'

He imagined her smiling while getting down on her knees.

'Of course, you may cum in my mouth," he imagined her saying with a sexy laugh. 'It wouldn't be much of a blowjob if you didn't cum in my mouth.'

He imagined his mother stroking him and sucking him while cumming in her mouth.

'And will you swallow my cum too?'

He'd love nothing more than put a hand behind his mother's blonde, pretty head and watch her swallow his cum.

'Duh?' He imagined her laughing. 'Of course I'll swallow you. What else am I supposed to do with a mouthful of cum?'

'Thanks for the memory Mom,' he imagined saying while she's on her knees and stroking his cock before sucking his prick.

Now that he knows his mother sucks cock, he imagined his mother on her knees with his hard, hairy cock in her mouth while staring up at him with her big, beautiful, blue eyes. Now that he knows his mother sucks cock, had orgy like sex, a gangbang, and a cum bath, with him having plenty of new masturbation material, he couldn't wait to masturbate over this sexy, incestuous scenario.

"Stephen is taking me on a cruise," she said looking away and down with a big smile while interrupting his sexual fantasy of her giving him a blowjob. 

With her not making eye contact with him, he knew she was hiding something. Having heard her on the phone, he knew that the something that she was hiding wasn't just going on a cruise but going on a Nude Day cruise. The something she was hiding was her getting naked and being naked the entire weekend in front of six strange men on a Nude Day cruise. 

'God, his mother is such a whore,' but with him glad that she is, he only wished that she was his whore. 

Perhaps now that he knows she's a whore, they'll be something he can do to change his sexual status with her. For sure, he'd much rather be her lover than her son. For sure, he'd much rather give her a cum bath than hearing her allowing other men to cum all over her face and naked breasts. He'd much rather that she'd suck him than her sucking someone else, someone who wouldn't appreciate her blowjob as much as he would.

He only wished he could take the Nude Day cruise with his mother. He only wished he could walk around naked in front of her while she walked naked in front of him. As much as he'd love to see her naked, he'd love nothing more than to show her his cock. With her naked breasts pressed against his muscular chest and his naked cock pressed against her soft belly, he'd love nothing more than to hold her and hug her while they were both naked. He could only imagine what it would feel like to kiss her while feeling her naked ass, fondling her naked breasts, and fingering her nipples. He could only imagine her reaction if he ever dared finger her naked pussy before licking her naked pussy and fucking her naked pussy.




Mom & Son Sexy Nude Day Surprise Ch. 02



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'Robert stop,' he imagined his mother saying when they were kissing and he rubbed her clit and tried to insert a finger inside of her. 'You can't do that. I'm your mother. How would you like it if I fondled your cock?'

He looked at her as if she was nuts.

'How would it look if you fondled my cock? I'd love it,' he imagined saying to her with a dirty laugh while forcing her hand on his stiff prick and wrapping her long, soft fingers around him.

He imagined himself moving his mother's hand back and forth while giving himself a forced hand job. Only, how would that look to her friends, a naked mother with her naked son together on a Nude Day weekend cruise? What would her friends say? What would her friends think? Maybe they'd start a new trend, a mother and son sexual trend. Maybe it would be okay for a mother to have sex with her son and a son to have sex with his mother as long as they had sex on Nude Day.

'Wow! How about that?'

Now that's a Nude Day that he'd like to celebrate. 

'So, what did you do for Nude Day?' Robert imagined his friend asking him.

'I had sex with my mother,' he imagined his response.

'Lucky bastard,' he imagined his friend saying. 'Even though it's appropriate to have sex with your son on Nude Day, my mom is old fashioned. She'd never have sex with me.'

* * * * *

Drifting back from his sexual fantasy to reality, he refocused on the conversation that he was having with his mother.

"A cruise? Wow! What's the occasion?"

He prodded her for more information while hoping she'd fess up and tell him that the cruise was a Nude Day cruise, a naked Nude Day cruise. Now with this insightful, sexual revelation, he couldn't think of his mother in the way that he thought about her before, kind, loving, and sensitive. Now instead of thinking of her as his mother, he thought of her as a sexy, sensual, and sexual woman. No longer able to remove sex from the equation whenever thinking about his mother, now he thought of her as his personal slut who he lived with and who happened to be his mother.

"No occasion," she said again avoiding eye contact with him. 

Every time she told him a white lie, she never looked him in the eye.

"Then, if it's not any type of occasion, can I go with you? I've never been on a cruise," he said knowing what her answer would be while knowing she'd feel guilty not including him.

Playing her to make her to feel guilty, he looked at her with expectancy while she looked at him with embarrassment and shame. Suddenly undressing her with his eyes, he imagined his mother topless. Topless, topless, topless, he'd love to see her big, topless tits. Suddenly undressing her with his eyes, he imagined his mother naked. Naked, naked, naked, he'd love nothing more than to go on a Nude Day cruise with his naked mother.

Naked, naked, naked, he'd love nothing more than to see his mother naked while she saw him naked too. He'd love nothing more than to see how other naked men looked at his naked mother and how his naked mother looked at other naked men. He'd love nothing more than to have incestuous sex with his mother while they were both naked on their Nude Day cruise. Whether in her mouth or in her pussy, he'd love nothing more than for his cock to be buried inside of his mother.

"No, it's just going to be the two of us," she said not making eye contact with him while lying yet again when he heard her say that they'll be six couples taking the cruise. "It's going to be a romantic cruise," she said lying again when obviously they'll be more sex than romance on the Nude Day cruise she'll be taking. 

If anything, he figured the cruise was going to be a sexual orgy. If anything with his mother gangbanging six men, he imagined his mother fucking and sucking God only knows how many men. He only wished that one of the men she fucked and sucked was him. He'd give his right arm to be naked on that cruise with his naked mother. No doubt while masturbating later, while imagining her having sex with her boyfriend and other men on the cruise, he'll be imagining having sex with his naked mother.

To be continued...

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Mom & Son Sexy Nude Day Surprise Ch. 03



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Robert deliberately flashes his mother his cock.

His mother disappeared in her bedroom to shower and change. Robert stood at her closed, bedroom door listening to the water running in her shower while touching himself through his pajama bottom while imagining her naked. For him to hear the shower water so clearly, she must have her bathroom door wide open. He only wished he had the balls to sneak in her bedroom and peer in her bathroom. With her having a glass enclosure instead of a shower curtain, he imagined that he could see her naked form through the hot water steam. 

With one thing leading to another, he knew if he ever saw her naked, he wouldn't be happy with just seeing her naked. He'd want to hold her, touch her, and kiss her while fondling her naked body. He imagined her standing in the shower naked. He imagined her washing her beautiful, naked body. He imagined her washing her big tits, her shapely ass, and her bushy, bald, or trimmed blonde pussy as he didn't know which she had. He only wished he could wash her naked body.

He imagined surprising her by barging in her bedroom. He imagined shocking her by barging in her bathroom. He imagined seeing her naked. Naked, naked, naked, he imagined opening her shower door and entering her shower naked to take a shower with her. Only, even though he fantasized doing that, it was just a sexual fantasy and nothing more than that. He'd never invade his mother's privacy in such a disrespectful way. If ever he invaded her privacy in such a sexually inappropriate way, he'd live to regret it.

If ever he barged in her bedroom and/or her bathroom to catch seeing her naked, no doubt with her not on the incestuous, sexual page as he is, she'd ask him to leave. Then, in the way she did with his father when she discovered he was cheating on her with a younger woman, she'd throw him out of her house. With him having no job, no money, and not even a car, he'd have no place to live. Where would he go? What would he do? His mother's generosity and his living arrangements were not only the two things that stopped him from making a sexual pass at his mother but also the two things kept him from being homeless.

When he heard her turn off the shower, he waited a few minutes before knocking on her bedroom door. He imagined she was naked when emerging from her bathroom. He imagined she was naked walking around her bedroom. He imagined her putting on her bra and panty, her appropriate attire when receiving him as a guest in her bedroom when not dressed in his nightgown.

He so wanted to barge in her bedroom to catch her naked. Naked, naked, naked, the one thing he'd want more than anything else in the world, he'd love to see his mother naked. Wishing he could fling open her bedroom door without knocking in the way she does when carrying his clean laundry in his room, he wished he had the nerve to barge in her bedroom to catch her naked. Only, he knew that if ever he saw his mother naked, he'd never be satisfied with just seeing her without her clothes. He'd want to have sex with her.

Wishing she sexually felt the same with him, she'd never have sex with him. Instead he waited for her to invite him in her bedroom. No doubt, she'd be dressed in her bra and panties, seeing her in her underwear was a good compromise, one that gave him something to masturbate over later. Only, wishing something that will never happen, he wished she'd invite him in her bedroom when she was naked. Just once he'd love to fling open her bedroom door when he knew she was naked.

"Come in," she said.

Only, he had more respect for her than that. He couldn't invade her privacy in the way he did by eavesdropping in on her telephone conversation. Instead, of always trying to catch her topless and/or naked without success, he watched her stand in front of the mirror brushing and blow drying her hair while dressed only in her panty and bra. So sexy and so sexually exciting, he loved seeing his sexy MILF of mother dressed in only her low cut bra and her bikini panty. The sexy sight of her always gave him an erection and he had an erection now that tented his pajama pants.

With his hand outstretched behind him, he leaned back on her bed to give his mother a better view of his pajama clad, erect prick. Just once, he wished she'd touch his cock through his pajamas. Just once he wished she'd remove his stiff prick from his pajamas and stroke him before sucking him and before fucking him. Just once, he'd love to have sex with his mother instead of just fantasizing having sex with his mother.

He sat on his mother's bed while watching her walk around her room dressed only in her bra and panty. Having never walked around him before in only her bra and panty, her allowing him to see her in her bra and panty now is a recent occurrence that happened after he came home from graduating college. He remembered, how before going away to college, he wished he could see his mother in her bra and panty. He remembered how he always masturbated over the thoughts of seeing his mother in her panty and bra. Now here she is without embarrassment and without shame walking around him while wearing just her bra and panty. 

Even though he still masturbates over seeing his mother in her low cut bra and sexy bikini panties, he wants to see more. Not enough seeing her in her underwear, he still wonders, imagines, and sexually fantasizes what's beneath her bra and panty. Not enough, never enough, he wished he could see her topless. Not enough, never enough, he wished he could see her naked. Then, no doubt, an endless cycle, if he ever was to see her without her clothes, he'd want to have sex with her.

With her powder blue, lacy bra lifting and supporting her big breasts to better delineate her long, line of cleavage, her powder blue, lacy bikini panties hugged her ass in the way of a Grand Prix Formula One car hugging a curve. With her already dressed in her low cut bra and her sexy blue panties, no doubt she knew in advance that he'd want access to her bedroom to talk to her. Just once he'd love to see her topless and/or naked. In the way that she suddenly deemed it okay for him to see her in her bra and panty, he wished she'd deem it okay for him to see her topless and/or naked. A sexual dream come true, he wished he could see his mother naked.

If he wasn't living with her, he imagined that normally, instead of standing in front of the mirror doing her hair in the bra and panty, she'd be doing her hair in her towel, topless, or naked. Topless, topless, topless, he could only imagine what his mother looked like topless. He only wished she'd blow dry her hair while she was topless and when he was in her bedroom. He'd love nothing more than to see her naked tits, areolas, and nipples. He'd love to see her tits bobbing and swaying while she brushed her beautiful, blonde hair. 

He only wished she'd stand in front of the mirror naked to put on her makeup naked while he sat on her bed watching her. He'd love nothing more than to see her naked pussy and ass. If ever she showed him her tits or stood before him naked, he'd show her his cock. Tits, pussy, and ass for cock, he wished his mother wanted to flash him as much as he wanted her to flash him and as much as he wanted to flash her. He wished she wanted to see his naked cock as much as he wanted to see her naked tits, ass, and pussy.

If only she was wearing nothing but a towel, imagining all the sexy fun he could have, he imagined tickling her. Tickling and tickling her, unmercifully tickling her, while touching and feeling her, he imagined her trying to get away from him. He imagined her losing her towel while trying to stop him from tickling her. Imagining her topless and/or naked without the modesty of her towel, he imagined pushing her back on the bed and mounting her while kissing her, touching her, and feeling her where no son should ever touch and feel his mother.

Alas, nothing more than an outrageous, incestuous, sexual fantasy, it was one that he enjoyed having while masturbating over the thoughts of having hot sex with her. Only, his mother would never have sex with him. She's not as incestuously twisted as he is. Now he couldn't wait for his mother to leave so that he can masturbate over her having a sexual orgy, pulling a train, blowing six men, and receiving a cum bath. He couldn't wait to masturbate again with the imagined thoughts of seeing her topless and/or naked.

As much as he loved imagining her topless and/or naked, while imagining that he could see more, he loved seeing her dressed in only her panty and bra. Every time he saw her dressed in her panty and bra, filled with incestuous lust for his mother, the nearly naked image of her made him so horny. He so wished he could hold her in his arms while feeling her big breasts through her bra and feeling her shapely ass through her panty. Something that no son should ever do to his mother, nonetheless, he wished he could trace her camel toe and her pussy slit through her panty while she stood in front of the mirror blow drying her hair. He wished he could stand behind her and hump her panty clad ass while reaching up to feel her bra clad breasts and finger her nipples through her bra.

* * * * *

"Don't mind me, Mom. Continue drying your hair while I entertain myself with your bra clad breasts and panty clad pussy and ass," he imagined saying to his mother.

He stared at her in her panty and bra while imagining touching and feeling her.

'Oh, Robert, if what you're doing to my nearly naked body didn't feel so good, I'll ask you to stop," he imagined her saying and encouraging him to continue touching and feeling her. 'Only, the reason why you touching me and feeling me feels so good is because it's so forbidden. Incestuous sex between a mother and her son is wrong.'

Not taking no for an answer, he imagined continuing feeling his mother through her underwear.

'How can something that feels so good be so wrong Mother,' he imagined saying while suddenly feeling like Norman Bates in Bates Motel.

* * * * *

Only, just as he'd never touch and feel his mother in such an inappropriate way, she'd never say any of those things to him. As long as he didn't leer at her and ogle her while touching himself, she was okay with him being in her bedroom while she was dressed only in her sexy underwear. He couldn't even count how many times he's masturbated over the sight of his mother in her panty and bra while imagining her topless and/or naked. Grateful for her giving him a sexy lingerie show, he wondered if any of his friends mother allowed them in their rooms while they were dressed in their bras and panties. Only, nothing of his friends has a MILF of a mother as hot as his MILF of a mother.

If ever he confessed that he had inappropriate, sexual thoughts for her, for sure, she'd stop parading around in front of him in just her bra and panty and/or sheer, sexy nightgowns. Yet, why would he ruin a good thing by being greedy and in wanting more of a sexual relationship with his mother, something that will never happen. Just as she'd never allow him to see her topless and/or naked, she'd never have sex with him. Yet, with him a horny, testosterone filled, young man, in the sexy way she was dressed and in the sexy way she looked, it took all the self-control he had not to stare at her, leer at her, and ogle her. It took all the self-control he had for him not to push her back on the bed and have his wicked sexual way with his mother.

"Did you know you were going on a cruise and forgot to tell me?"

Deciding to broach the subject, he was hoping she'd give him more information about the Nude Day cruise.

"No, I found out just now when Stephen called," she said.

Watching her in his peripheral vision and through her reflection in the mirror, he looked at his mother in her panty and bra without staring at her. For sure, he'll be masturbating over this sexy sight of her underwear clad body again later when she left him home alone all weekend. For sure, he'll be masturbating over the imagined image of see her topless, naked, and having sex with her. For sure, he'll be masturbating all weekend long.

She had such a hot body. With her long shapely legs and flat, toned stomach from jogging and doing Pilates, she had a round, firm ass and big tits. A beautiful woman with a phenomenal body, it's a shame that she's his mother. If only she was the mother or much older sister of one of his friends, he'd put the moves on her. What a waste, such a waste, the good Lord played a bad joke on him by making him her son instead of her lover.

"Such short notice for a cruise," he said mumbling as if talking to himself.

Without turning around, she looked at him through his reflection in her mirror while doing her hair and he watched her eyes dart down to his erect cock that tented his pajama bottoms. She looked at his cock. She briefly stared at his erection. He only wished she'd do more than just stare. He only wished she'd make the first sexual move so that he could make all of the other sexual moves.

If he stared long enough and hard enough, he imagined that he could see her nipples through her sheer, sexy bra. If he stared long enough and hard enough, he imagined that he could see his mother's ass crack and her pubic hair enough to know that she wasn't bushy or bald but trimmed. If he stared long enough and hard enough, he imagined that he could see her pussy slit through her sheer, sexy panty. Only, the trick was not for her to catch him staring at her. Not an easy thing for him to do, the trick was not for her to catch him leering at her and ogling her nearly naked body even though he was always looking to see what more he could see of her.

"He didn't know if he could get the boat," she said with a shrug of her sexy shoulders as if she didn't believe her boyfriend.

Now he wondered as he suspected his mother did too if someone had cancelled on her boyfriend's invitation for a Nude Day cruise and she was his second choice. Some second choice? He couldn't imagine his mother being anyone's second choice. If she was anyone's second choice, unable to imagine anyone better than his mother, he wondered what the first choice looked like. No doubt, someone younger, it was probably some twenty-something-year-old woman who cancelled on him. If that wasn't the case, then he didn't understand why her boyfriend wouldn't invite his mother in the first place. Men are such pigs, especially those men who prefer much younger women than women their own age.

He watched his mother put on her blouse and wiggle her round, shapely ass while squeezing herself in her tight jeans. Dressed in her sexy, low cut, form fitting blouse and skintight jeans, she looked amazing. Unable to keep his compliment to himself, he complimented his mother.

"You look amazing Mom," he said.

Biting his tongue while thinking better of it, he was so tempted to tell her how good her ass looked but he didn't dare. Instead he watched her look at herself in the mirror while turning one way before turning the other way. Running a slow, deliberate hand between her shapely legs, he wished he could touch and feel her ass through her skintight jeans. He wished he could pull her back on the bed and kiss her, French kiss, while touching and feeling her everywhere a son should never touch and feel his mother. Such an abnormal wish to have, he wished he could have his wicked sexual way with his mother.

"Thank you Robert. I don't look too bad for an old broad," she said with a laugh.

Then sadly while wishing he could go with her on her Nude Day, naked cruise, he watched her finish packing. With his mother showered, dressed, packed, and ready to leave for her Nude Day weekend, Robert stood and hugged his Mom good-bye at the front door. With his stiff, pajama clad prick impaling her denim clad belly, he so wanted to surprise her with a goodbye kiss. He'd love nothing more than to French kiss his mother while feeling her through her clothes. It's been a long while since he's had sex with a woman and his MILF of a mother was making him so horny.

Now that he was hugging her beautiful body, he wondered what it would feel like to kiss his mother, really kiss his mother, French kiss his mother, while feeling her through her clothes as if she was his girlfriend instead of his mother. With French kissing his mother while feeling her through her clothes on his horny mind, he wondered what it would feel like to feel her tongue pressed against his tongue. He imagined if he closed his eyes and/or was in a pitch black room, French kissing his mother would be much the same as French kissing any other woman. Yet, if he left his eyes open and indeed he would, French kissing his mother would be so much more sexually exciting than kissing any other woman. He couldn't wait to imagine French kissing her and feeling her through her clothes later while masturbating himself over all that he heard while eavesdropping in on her private phone conversation.

Only with him wearing a tee shirt, slippers, and his pajama bottoms without underwear, his standard uniform when lounging around the house, he could feel the head of his cock rubbing against his mother's denim clad stomach and hardening again while hugging her. Nothing new there, with the remembered thoughts of seeing her in her bra and panty, he was getting an even harder erection when around his mother. He always had an erection when around his mother, especially when hugging her when she was only in her panty and bra or in her sexy nightgown with nothing underneath.

As if she was a sexy minx instead of his mother, she had such a sexual hold on him. He so wanted to hump her. He so wanted to push her down on the couch and make out with her. He so wanted to strip her naked. He so wanted to strip off her jeans, remove her panties, strip off her blouse, remove her bra, and make sweet love to her before fucking her, really fucking her.

Instead of wearing jeans and a blouse, he only wished she was wearing her short, sheer, sexy, low cut nightgown with nothing underneath. He especially loved hugging her when she was wearing her thin, revealing, sexy nightgowns. Able to feel more over her magnificent body when she had practically nothing on, he loved hugging her when there was nothing more than a thin piece of cotton, silk, and/or satin between them. Yet, every time he hugged his mother while she was in her sexy, skimpy nightgowns, he was so tempted to drop his hand down to feel her ass or reach his hand up to feel her breasts. 

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Going beyond all that's appropriately acceptable between a mother and son, he only wished his mother would fall to her knees and give him a goodbye blowjob in case this is the last time he sees her. God forbid but if she was drunk enough, she could fall overboard and be eaten by a shark. In that regard, it's not only right but it would be appropriately acceptable and the right thing to do for his mother to fall to her knees and suck his cock before she left.

'In case I don't see you again Robert, let me give you something to remember me by, a goodbye blowjob,' he again imagined her saying.

Lost in his sexual fantasy, he'd love nothing more than for his mother to give him a goodbye blowjob.

'If you don't comeback, if you don't return, I'll miss you, Mom,' he imagined saying while pulling out his cock from his pajama bottoms for her to stroke and suck.

He imagined her falling to her knees. He imagined her taking his cock in her hand. He imagined her looking up at him with her big, beautiful blue eyes before taking him in her mouth. Then, as if she had an insightful thought, she looked down at her breasts before looking back up at him.

'Perhaps you'd like to fondle my tits and finger my nipples while I stroke and suck your cock,' he imagined her saying.




Mom & Son Sexy Nude Day Surprise Ch. 03



Lost in the sexual fantasy of his mother stroking his prick while sucking his prick, he imagined feeling his mother's exposed, big tits while fingering her hard nipples.

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Nonetheless what she was wearing or not wearing, inspired by the imagined image of her naked while on her Nude Day cruise, he had an erection. Nothing new with that, sexually inspired by her pretty face and hot body, he always had an erection when around his mother. Especially after hearing her telephone conversation with her boyfriend and the two of them talking about her getting naked on Nude Day, how could he not have an erection when imagining her naked? Especially after hearing that his mother sucks cock and had blown three men she never met before, he now sexually thinks differently of his mother. Now that he knows she had orgy like sex, pulled a train, and received a cum bath when she was drunk and sleeping, he'd have more psychological problems if he didn't have an erection when thinking of his mother naked.

Topless, topless, topless, he'd love to see his mother's naked tits. Topless, topless, topless, if only he could see his mother's tits, he'd be such a happy and grateful son. Naked, naked, naked, he'd love to see his mother naked. Naked, naked, naked, if only he could see his mother naked, he'd have even more fodder to masturbate over while thinking of his mother naked about a naked Nude Day cruise.

Yet, whether she was topless or naked, he'd love for his mother to see him naked too. Naked, naked, naked, if only his mother could see him naked, he'd be such a happy son. He only wished he was going on a Nude Day cruise with her. He only wished he knew someone who had a boat so that he could trail her, stalk her, and take a video of her naked on her boyfriend's boat while celebrating Nude Day. He only wished she invited him along on her Nude Day cruise so that he could get naked with her too.

In preparation of stripping off all of her clothes for Nude Day, she was wearing skintight jeans and a low cut top that made her look so sexy. Seeing her from behind, with her long, blonde hair and her tight, little ass so round and shapely, she looked twenty-something instead of forty-something. He wished he could feel her ass through her tight jeans and/or peer down her top at her long, sexy line of cleavage and at her bra clad breasts. Only he didn't dare drop his hands down to squeeze his mothers' perfect ass or reach his horny hands up to feel her bra clad breasts while hugging her. Wishing that he could and with him now so very sexually frustrated, he didn't dare touch her in that sexually, inappropriate way.

If she gained a few pounds, judging her by the tight fit of her jeans, as she said she had gained weight to her boyfriend on the phone, he didn't know where. She looked like the same shapely slut to him that she always did. Never thinking of his mother as a slut before, after eavesdropping in on her personal, private phone conversation, he thought of her as a sexy, MILF of a slut now. Wishing he was her boyfriend instead of her son, he could only imagine what she'd look like naked. Naked, naked, naked, he couldn't wait to masturbate himself over the imagined images of seeing his mother naked. Naked, naked, naked, while wishing he was one of those lucky men, he couldn't wait to masturbate over other men seeing his mother naked when taking her Nude Day cruise.

Having never seen her naked, seemingly, if she did gain any weight, he couldn't tell. If she did gain any weight, then she gained a few pounds in all the right places. With him seeing her in her bra and panties, she looked the same to him as she did before. The last time he saw her in her bikini, she was a perfect ten. The last time he saw her in her bikini, he wanted to have sex with her in the pool.

He only wished she wasn't his mother but some cougar that he picked up in a bar. He'd love to have a sexual relationship with an older woman, especially with an older woman who looked like her. If she wasn't his mother, he'd have hot sex with her right here and right now. If she wasn't his mother, in the sexy way she looked now, he'd make a sexual pass at her. If she wasn't his mother, especially because she's his mother, he could imagine marrying someone who looked like her. 

"Mom? This is my girlfriend Donna," he imagined saying to his mother.

She looked at him as if there was something wrong with him and assuredly in the way that he lusted over her, his mother, there definitely was something mentally and emotionally wrong with him.

"Donna? Not only do we have the same name but she looks exactly like me. We could be sisters, twin sisters," he imagined his mother responding to meeting his cougar of a girlfriend while looking at him with shocked surprised and confounded confusion.

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"Bye Mom," he said watching his mother start down the stairs while struggling with her carryon bag.

So enamored with her, she was so beautiful to look at. He only wished she was his girlfriend or his wife instead of his mother. While imagining her naked on a Nude Day cruise, with his blood rushing from his heart to his cock and with his cock growing harder and bigger, he could feel his prick tenting his pajama bottoms again. As if his cock was the main mast for the S. S. Nude Day boat, his cock was so big and so hard that it could only be more noticeable if he tied a flag to it, a black, skull and bones pirate's flag.

He wondered if his mother noticed his erection. If she did, she didn't give him any indication by looking at it. He wondered if his mother knew that he had an erection from hugging her. How could she not notice his erect cock for God's sakes? He so wanted to hump her instead of just hugging her.

In the way his cock was now, the bull elephant in the room, and with him standing sideways, he wondered if his mother noticed his erection now. With her standing several steps down on the stairs and with her having to look up at him, how could she not notice his erection? He just wanted her to stare at his pajama clad erection in the way that he always stared at her bra clad breasts and panty clad pussy and ass. Something he'll masturbate over later, he just wanted to see her eyes dart down to acknowledge that she saw his engorged cock.

"Bye Robert. No drunken parties while I'm gone," she said staring up. "Matter of fact, I'd rather you not have anyone in the apartment while I'm away. I don't want anyone going through my things."

With her looking up at him while struggling with her overnight case, he only wished his cock would pop out of his pajama bottoms. On the pretense celebrating Nude Day early, he'd love nothing more than to flash his mother his erection. Wishing he could do so much more than just showing her his erect prick, just as he'd love to see her naked, he'd love for her to see him naked too. Too preoccupied thinking of his mother naked and thinking of flashing her his prick, he didn't realize his mother needed his help with her bag.

"Don't worry. I'll be alone," he said. "Wait. Lemme help you with that."

He ran down the stairs to meet her and as soon as he did, bobbing and weaving, just as he hoped it would, his erection popped out of his pajama pee hole. While hoping that she'd give him a goodbye blowjob in case anything happened to her aboard the boat, his cock emerged to say goodbye to her too. With his prick already exposed and erect, this would be the perfect time for her to give him a goodbye blowjob or at the very least a goodbye hand job, in case she didn't return. He only wished she'd take the not so subtle hint and walk up to touch his cock and stroke his cock before sucking his cock and fucking his cock.

With him being so purposely exposed to his mother before, especially when cuddling up against her while watching a movie, as if giving her a preview of cumming attractions, normally, he just tucks in his cock after giving her a quick, sneak peek. Only, with his mother leaving for a Nude Day celebration, as a prelude to her naked holiday, wanting to join in the premature celebration and naked festivities too, if only vicariously, making no attempt to preserve his modesty, he left his cock totally exposed. He hoped that she'd stare at his prick in the way that he stares at her when she's in her sheer, sexy nightgowns or when she's parading around him in her bra and panty. Leaving her with the image of his naked, erect cock, he'd love nothing more than for his mother to sexually lust over him as much as he sexually lusts over her.

As if she was drawn to it in the way that he was sexually attracted to her, he watched her eyes dart down from his face to his exposed erection. She saw his prick. He watched her look at his penis. She stared at his dick. Now if only she was as sexually interested in him as he was in her, he'd be such a happy man.

With his sexual imagination filling in all of the unspoken and physical details of touching, feeling, and fondling, he wished his mother sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. Wide-eyed and unblinking, his sexual fantasy come true, she was staring at his cock. His dream woman and the one woman who was the love of his life, his mother was staring at his dick in the way that he stares at her bra clad breasts and panty clad pussy and ass. Seemingly not even caring if he caught her leering, the longer she stared the more sexually excited he became.

Normally he flashes her his prick it's in the dimly lit living room illuminated only by the TV. Now in the brightly lit hall with daylight shining through the hall windows, he was lit up as if he was a stripper on stage. Never has his cock been so big and so hard. Never has his erect cock been as exposed. Never has his mother had a better look at his cock. Never has his cock been so visible and never has she seen his cock so clearly. Never has she stared at his erect prick in such a focused way. Never has he been as sexually excited exposing his prick to his mother. In the way that he imagines having sex with his mother when having sex with another woman, he wondered if his mother imagined having sex with him when having sex with someone else.

In the way that he always imagined she would but never did when exposing his cock to her, finally his mother was staring at his engorged prick. As if she was his big fish to catch in his small pond and his cock was his baited hook, his erection held his mother's sexual interest. He couldn't believe his mother was staring at his exposed dick. In the way that he was horny thinking about her naked on Nude Day and parading around a boat with five other couples, she must be horny thinking about her Nude Day festivities too.

His mother was staring at his cock. He couldn't believe his mother was staring at his prick. Normally, she tells him that he's exposed. Normally, whenever she sees his errant prick, she looks away. Normally, she's embarrassed by this sight of his flaccid and/or engorged cock. Only, today, she seemed to enjoy the sexy sight of his errant, naughty, erect prick.

Seemingly enjoying the view, she was staring at all that he was showing. If he read her body language correctly, with her touching her hair, curling her hand with her finger, and licking her lips, the sight of his hard prick was sexually exciting her. Not only did she seem enamored with is cock, she seemed engrossed in staring at his prick. If he was to make a sexual move on his mother, this was the best time to do it. Only, he didn't dare. Needing a place to stay, he has too much to lose should she reject him.

This time, she appeared as if she was mesmerized by his errant dick. Hypnotized by his stiffened prick, she continued staring at his cock in the way he stared at her ass when she was wearing her panties, at her breasts when seeing her in her bra, and in the way that he now stared at her in her skintight jeans. Now he wished she was standing on the sunlit stairs in her sheer, nearly see-through nightgown with nothing on underneath. Now he wished she wasn't leaving. Now he wished he was home alone with his mother celebrating Nude Day together.

If only she'd stay home for Nude Day, in the way that she parades around him in her sheer, sexy nightgowns and in her bra and panty, on the pretense that it was Nude Day, he'd parade around her naked. Perhaps, on the pretense that it was Nude Day, taking the hint of him being naked, maybe she'd parade around him naked too. Nude Day, the one day a year that he imagined he's allowed to remain naked in front of his mother, maybe she'd take the not so subtle hint and get naked with him too.

Perhaps, they could establish their own mother and son tradition of having sex with one another on Nude Day. Now he wished they could have their own Nude Day naked celebration. Now he wished they could watch a movie together while naked. In case something tragic was to happen to her, now he wished his mother would give him a hand job before giving him a blowjob and before allowing him to make love to her.

With her appearing as horny staring at his cock as he was horny in flashing her his prick, maybe if she reconsidered and stayed home for the weekend, while watching a movie, he'd expose her prick to her again. Only, maybe this time, she'd be horny enough and sexually interested in him enough to give him a hand job. He liked imagining that she would. He'd love to cum all over his mother's hand. Cumming all over her naked breasts and pretty face, he'd love to give her a cum bath after cumming in her mouth.

Maybe while watching an X-rated movie, imagining the sex scenes making her sexually aroused enough, along with giving him a hand job, she'd give him a blowjob too. He'd love nothing more than to play with his mother's tits while fingering her nipples as she was blowing him. He'd love nothing more than to cum in his mother's mouth while watching her swallow. A sexual dream come true, with his mother leaving for her long, Nude Day weekend, he only hoped she'd change her mind and stay home with him.

If she decided not to go on her Nude Day cruise and if she decided to stay home and celebrate Nude Day with him, maybe if she was horny enough, she'd allowed him to fuck her. Maybe if she was horny enough, she'd allow him to give her a cum bath. He could only imagine what it would feel like to be in bed naked with his naked mother. He could only imagine what it would feel like to cum in his mother's pussy before cumming again in her mouth. He'd love nothing more than to have a weekend of nudity and sex with his mother.

Only, his mother wasn't as perversely perverted as he was. No way, not even close. Just because she willingly had sex with a number of other man, she'd never have sex with him. Just as she'd never fuck him, she'd never blow him. She'd never even give him a hand job.

With his mother obviously having sex on a regular basis, she wasn't as horny and as desperate as he was for sexual attention. No way, not even close. With his hormones driving his horniness, he'd love nothing more than for his mother to give him a weekend, a night, or even an hour of hot sex. If she's already participated in an orgy and was about to participate in a Nude Day orgy this weekend, maybe his mother isn't the innocent, virtuous woman that he thinks she is.

"Robert," she said still staring at his cock before looking up at him.

She gave him a warm and understanding motherly smile that seemed even a little flirtatious.

"Yes Mom?"

She stared down at his exposed cock again that made him want to take her hand and wrap her fingers around his exposed prick.

"Robert Junior came out to say good-bye too," she said with a laugh while using that as her excuse to still stare down at his exposed penis again.

He looked down at his cock and before putting his errant prick away, he looked up at his mother. 

"Oops, sorry Mom," he said tucking himself back in with one hand while carrying her overnight bag down the rest of the stair with his other hand. His excuse to hug her goodbye again, he gave her a big hug while wishing he had the nerve to reach down and feel her shapely ass. "Bye Mom. Have a good time. Be careful. Stay safe. Don't be a victim," he said while thinking it would be such a waste if she fell overboard and a shark ate her before allowing him to eat her.

To be continued...

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Mom & Son Sexy Nude Day Surprise Ch. 04



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Alone with his bad self, Robert has a Nude Day masturbation party

With his mother gone on her Nude Day, naked, weekend cruise with her latest boyfriend, Robert was finally home alone. Feeling as if he was judged and scrutinized whenever his mother was home with him, he took a big breath of freedom. Seemingly with her having no control over the bad men that she dated, he paid the price of her wanting to make him into a better man. She exerted the physical and emotional control over him that her boyfriends didn't allow her to have over them.

Now, alone with his bad self, king of his castle, he was finally able to do whatever he wanted to do and what he wanted to do was to watch whatever he wanted to watch on TV without feeling guilty for watching all of the sports shows that he wanted to watch. Moreover, instead of hiding in his bedroom as he always does whenever he's horny and masturbating, which seemingly was all the time lately, 22-year-old Robert made himself comfortable in the living room. When not watching sports, his plan was to masturbate. In the way that his mother so controlled him and always told him what to do, what would she think of him now if she saw him pulling his prick?

Actually, with Nude Day not until Tuesday, July 14th, his mother's premature, Nude Day celebration started early from Friday, July 10th through to Sunday July 12th. A real treat for him, with his mother gone on a Nude Day cruise for the weekend with her current boyfriend, he was celebrating his own Nude Day early by walking around the house naked all weekend long. Freeing his cock from the confines of his pajama bottoms to dang all through the house, he wished he could walk naked in front of his mother. He wished his mother would walk naked in front of him.

Yet, with her not there, he planned on touching and/or rubbing every area and everything with his cock that his mother usually touches. Then, when she returns home and touches the countertop, the coffee pot, the toaster, the sink, and the refrigerator, his way of imagining that she's touching his cock, he'll remember that he put his cock to all of those things. He planned on rubbing his naked cock against all of her clothes, especially her panties and bras. For her not to know he's such a perverted son who sexually lusts over his mother, he'd have to take care to put everything back as it was. He didn't want her to know that he was in her underwear drawer. How embarrassing would that be for her to know that he was feeling her bras and sniffing her panties while rubbing his cock over everything she touches. He could only imagine what she'd say if she knew.

"Robert! Did you rub your cock on the countertop, the coffeepot, and the toaster? Did you go through my underwear drawer and rub your cock on my panties and bras?"

"No, Mom, I'd never do that?"

"Then, why does everything I touch smell like cock?"

He wished his mother would walk around the house naked in front of him. He wished he could put his erect cock on his mother's shoulder when she was sipping her coffee at the kitchen table, he imagined her turning her head to take him in her mouth to suck him. He wished his mother would hang her naked breasts in his face, if she did that, definitely, he'd take her tits in his mouth and suck her nipples.

He wished she had more of a European attitude about nudity. In Europe, mothers and sisters go to the beach topless and nude in front of their sons and brothers. He'd love to go to a topless beach with his mother. He'd love to frolic in the water with her while accidentally on purpose touching, feeling and fondling her beautiful breasts while fingering her big nipples. Something more to masturbate over, he couldn't wait to masturbate over his mother.

Naked, naked, naked. Now that he was naked, it felt so good to walk around his mother's house naked. If only she was home with him, with this the advent of Nude Day, daring himself to do just that, he imagined walking naked in front of his mother. He imagined walking out in the kitchen naked Tuesday morning, Nude Day.

"Robert! What are you doing? You're naked? Where are you clothes?"

He imagined his mother saying while staring down at his cock.

"It's Nude Day, Mother, get naked with me," he imagined saying to her.

Getting ready to masturbate himself, he imagined her stripping off her skirt, blouse, bra, and panty. Only, even though he wanted to walk around the house naked in front of his mother, he didn't dare. If only she'd walk naked in front of him, he'd walk naked in front of her. Only, just as he'd never walk naked in front of his mother, she'd never walk naked in front of him. Still with her gone for the weekend and with him home alone, he could masturbate over the sexual fantasy of being naked with his naked mother for Nude Day.

'What's the big deal,' he thought, as if he didn't know any better. 'It's just a body, albeit a naked body. We all have the same bodies. Men have one body and women have another. It isn't as if we haven't seen naked bodies before,' he thought while thinking of his mother naked.

Only, it was more than that and he knew it. She was his mother and he was her son. Even if she was a slut and a whore who had sex with a multitude of men, she was still his mother. Even if she paraded around him in her low cut bra and sexy bikini panties, she was forbidden fruit. As if she was Eve in the Garden of Eden and he was Adam, with them both knowing that the Devil was watching, he wasn't allowed to touch.

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Now that he's naked and alone without his mother's judgmental supervision, he only wished a sexy, female neighbor would knock at his door asking to borrow a cup of sugar. Oh, yeah, he'd love to show some woman he doesn't even know his cock. How hot would that be to flash his cock to someone he doesn't even know? He wondered what her reaction would be to seeing his exposed prick.

"Knock, knock," he imagined his sexy, female neighbor at his front door.

Wearing only his big, welcoming smile, he imagined opening his door naked.

"Hi. Welcome. Come in," he imagined saying.

"Oh, sorry. You're naked," he imagined her saying while she stared down at his cock. "Maybe I should come back later when your dressed or...not at all," she said not removing her eyes from his exposed prick.

Wishing she was naked too, he looked at her staring at his exposed prick.

"Don't go. I'm not a pervert. With my mother gone for the weekend on a Nude Day cruise, I'm just celebrating Nude Day early," he imagined saying. "Won't you join me?"

She seemed uncomfortable with him being naked but in the way she continued staring at his cock, even though she voiced her disinterest in his invitation, she seemed sexually interested to join him in his Nude Day celebration.

"Join you? Join you naked? You want me to get naked too?"

She looked up at his face before looking down at his cock again.

"Yes," he imagined saying to her.

Obviously horny, she looked more at his naked cock than she did at his face.

"Oh, um, I only wanted to borrow a cup of sugar," he imagined her saying.

Trying to avoid the elephant in the hall, she stared up at his face.

"Sure. I can get that cup of sugar for you. Won't you come inside? Perhaps, you'd like to celebrate Nude Day with me by getting naked too," he imagined saying again, his way of sexually enticing her.

He watched her play with her hair while licking her lips. If he was reading her body language correctly, she was becoming sexually aroused by the sight of his cock. Hopefully, she was becoming sexually aroused by the thought of her stripping naked in front of a man she had just met and didn't know.

"Actually," she said fingering the button of her blouse while giving him a naughty, sexy look. "Something I've never done before and something that's on my bucket list of things to do, I've always wanted to celebrate Nude Day naked," he imagined her saying. "Being that you're already naked, I don't mind getting naked too."

As if a spider allowing a fly in his web or a vampire allowing an innocent victim in his house, he closed the door behind her. He so wanted to laugh in the way that Vincent Price, the dark prince of horror movies, laughed on Michael Jackson's Thriller.

"What's your name?"

Enjoying the impromptu, striptease show, he turned to watch her strip off her short skirt, her low cut blouse, her B cup bra, and her white, bikini panty. Naked, naked, naked, she was now as naked as he was.

"Cindy," she said turning to face him naked.

She looked nervous. She looked scared. She seemed embarrassed. Judging her from her erect nipples, either she was cold or sexually aroused. Whether she was sexually aroused or not, she was naked. Naked, naked, naked, they were both naked.

Now to make it more of a celebratory party, he only wished a female real estate agent, a woman wanting him to sign a petition, a female Jehovah's Witness, and/or the Avon lady would ring his doorbell. As long as they were all female, the more the merrier.

"Ding, dong!"

As if magically appearing, he imagined a female real estate agent, a woman wanting him to sign a petition, a female Jehovah's Witness, and an Avon lady at his door. He imagined opening his door naked. Naked, naked, naked, he only wished he had the balls to open his door naked when he knew there was an unsuspecting woman standing on the other side of the door.

"Hello?"

He watched the four women look down from his face to stare at his cock.

"Oh, my, you're naked," he imagined the women all saying in unison as if a chorus while staring down at his cock.

Counting his next door neighbor, he smiled that five women he didn't even know stared at his cock in the way that he imagined five men his mother didn't even know were staring at her naked body aboard her Nude Day cruise boat. As if they've never seen a prick before, women always act so shocked, surprised, and innocent when seeing a man's cock. Yet, when confronted by a naked cock, as long as they know that no harm will come to them, they stare at a naked man as much as men stare at naked women. Surely, unlike his next door neighbor who willingly stripped naked, he'd have a better chance of getting this four women to strip naked when they're all together then if they came to his door individually.

"It's okay. I'm not a weirdo or anything. I'm not even a nudist. I'm just celebrating Nude Day early. Come in. You may remove your clothes too, if you'd like and celebrate Nude Day with us. This is Cindy, my next door neighbor. She happened by to borrow a cup of sugar and I asked her to join me in my Nude Day celebration. The next thing I knew she was naked."

Being that this was his sexual fantasy and he could do anything he wanted, the four women entered his house and immediately began stripping off their clothes. Enjoying the scene of four women stripping off their skirts, their blouses, their bras, and their panties, he looked from one naked woman to the other naked woman. If Robert couldn't escort his mother on a Nude Day, naked cruise, then he was going to have his own naked, Nude Day party.

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With the thoughts of being naked with five naked women already making him horny and giving him an erection, he imagined entertaining his sexy female neighbor, a female real estate agent, a woman wanting him to sign a petition, a Jehovah Witness woman, and an Avon Lady naked. Naked, naked, naked, they were all naked celebrating Nude Day naked with him. He imagined himself as Will Forte playing Phil Miller in the Last Man on Earth but surrounded by surviving women who he'd have to sex with to impregnate them to save the human population.

Already beginning to have his sexual fantasies in preparation of him masturbating himself all weekend long, he wished he was with other naked people celebrating Nude Day in the way that his mother was with other naked people celebrating Nude Day. Jealous of her, he wished he was having a good, naked time with his friends in the way she was obviously having a good, naked time with her friends. Instead of being home alone, he wished he had been invited to a Nude Day naked party instead of having a party by himself.

Yet, if he dared open his front door naked, even with the excuse of it being a premature celebration of Nude Day, with his luck someone would call the police and have him arrested for lewd and lascivious behavior and public indecency. Besides, he didn't need to flash his naked body to unsuspecting women to have a good time with himself. Home alone with his bad self, he had everything he needed, a jar of lube, a box of tissues, his horny hand, and, hopefully, a home movie of his mother strutting around the backyard in her barely there bikini with her drunken girlfriends.

Having never seen this video before, with him waiting a week to be alone to watch it, he couldn't wait to watch it now. Hoping that it met with his sexual anticipation of all that he imagined was on it, at least enough for him to cum while masturbating himself, he found it hidden at the bottom of his mother's underwear drawer. An encouraging sign, with the video not out in the open but hidden beneath her panties in her lingerie drawer, he suspected that it was X-rated. Hoping to see his mother naked or, at the very least topless, ever since he found it, he's been waiting for days to watch it. Ever since he found it, he's been masturbating over the thoughts of watching it while imagining his mother was topless and/or naked on the video. Now that his mother wasn't home, this was his perfect chance to watch it while masturbating himself.

With her gone for the entire weekend celebrating Nude Day with one of her latest boyfriends on his rented boat, he was home alone celebrating Nude Day with his horny hand and, hopefully, along with the topless and/or naked videotaped sight of his mother. The first time he's had the whole house to himself, he was ready to masturbate the entire weekend away while imagining having sex with his topless and/or naked mother. Ready to stroke his cock to see how many times he could cum in a day while having his favorite fantasy, seeing his mother in her barely there bikini, topless, and/or naked while imagining having sex with her, he couldn't wait to begin masturbating himself. He couldn't wait to watch her 40th birthday party video.

Now that he knows his mother attended an orgy, paraded around naked, had a gangbang, gave strange men blowjobs, and got drunk enough to allow men to give her a cum bath, he couldn't wait to masturbate over the imagined thoughts of his mother blowing him. His mother was a slut. His mother was a whore. Now that he knows his mother is a slut and a whore, a real game changer, from this moment on, everything will changed between them. 

Thinking that she was a good and moral woman, all this time he's been lusting over her while afraid to put the moves on her. Now that he knows that she's been doing God knows what with Tom, Dick, Harry, Mo, Curly, and Larry. How dare she? If she could have sex with strange men, men that she didn't even know, then why can't she have sex with him? Now that he knows she likes cock, when she comes home from her little, Nude Day, naked adventure, he'll be treating her differently than he's ever done before.

He'll be more aggressive sexually and insistent too. Maybe he'll summon the courage to barge in her bathroom while she's showering or barge in her bedroom when she's changing. He'd love to catch her naked. If only for more masturbation fodder, he'd love to see his mother's naked body.

'Oh, sorry Mom. I didn't know you were naked,' he imagined saying to her when finally barging in her bathroom or bedroom and catching her without her clothes.

"Happy Nude Day to me," he said for no one to hear while content to be alone with his horny self.

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Oddly and suspiciously enough, he thought about her 40th birthday, pool party video again. Now that he thought more about it, he's searched through her underwear drawers several times before to feel her bras and sniff her panties while looking for nude photos of her without finding any. Checking all of her hiding spots, other than finding her sexy panties and lacy bras, there was never any sign of her hiding this video beneath her bras and panties before so why now?

Never as much as finding even a sexually inappropriate photo of her, other than her sexy underwear, he's never found anything to inspire him to masturbate over the thoughts of seeing his mother topless and/or naked while having sex with her topless and/or naked body. Then, suddenly, as if it magically appeared, something he never knew even existed until last week when he found it at the bottom of her underwear drawer. He couldn't believe he found his mother's 40th Birthday, pool party video.

"Wow! What the Hell is this? Fuck me. Where did this come from? Are you kidding me? No way," he said wishing he could play it now while masturbating. "I can't wait to watch this."

He couldn't believe his luck. Finding this video of his mother was like winning the lottery jackpot. Only with him not very lucky, finding this video at this most opportune time made him as suspicious as it made him sexually excited with the anticipation of watching it. Wondering what was on the video, he couldn't wait for his mother to leave him alone for the Nude Day weekend.

Still, not very believable that he'd suddenly be successful in finding something so privately personal and something that he's so sexually excited to watch when he's never had any luck in finding anything like this before, he suspected he was being setup. After routinely looking through her lingerie drawer and finding nothing but her lingerie, no naked photos and no X-rated videos, it seemed all too perfect that he'd find her 40th birthday, pool party video, especially with her now gone for the entire weekend. How convenient is that for him? Seemingly, he suspected that she wanted him to find this. Whatever was on this DVD, seemingly, she not only wanted him to find it but also she wanted him to watch it. 

Every day for a week, while waiting for the day she left him alone, he checked her underwear drawer to make sure the video was still there. Every day for a week the video was still there. Day after day, he opened her underwear drawer not to sniff her panties and/or to feel her bras, which he did anyway, he couldn't help himself from not doing that, he made sure her video was still there. The video was still there. The burning question was, would the video still be there on the day that she left him alone. Then, when she told him that she was going away for the weekend, he just hoped she'd leave the video behind. As soon as left, he checked her underwear drawer for the video and it was there. Now with him ready with his lube and tissues, he couldn't wait to watch this hopefully topless and/or naked video of his mother.

Waiting for her to leave him alone long enough for him to watch her video over and again while masturbating over and again, he couldn't wait to have the house to himself. With her working from home lately and with her on vacation for the past week, seemingly she was always home. Feeling as if he was being used, he couldn't help but think that his mother set him up and was playing a joke on him. Knowing her fun sense of humor, the DVD probably was filled with cartoons or a stupid movie. Maybe the video had a private message to him to stop masturbating.

"Ha! Ha! You thought you found something sexy and sexually revealing of me," he imagined her saying to him on the video. "When it's just a video of me doing your laundry. Stay out of my underwear drawer Robert. Stop sniffing my panties and feeling my bras. Do not masturbate while sitting in my red, leather recliner," he imagined her saying on the video.




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Now with him thinking that he didn't find anything that he'd want to see, without even seeing it yet, he was suddenly already disappointed. Then, for her to hide the DVD at the bottom of her lingerie drawer, private enough to hide, he hoped that it was a sexy video of his mother. Yet, with him routinely going through her underwear drawer and never seeing it hidden there before, he wondered if she had just purposely put it there for him to find now, but why? 

Either she was tricking him or she was just as sexually attracted to him as he was to her. Maybe this was her way to show him her topless and/or naked body without coming off as a slut or an incestuous whore. Maybe she wanted him to see this DVD as much as he couldn't wait to watch this DVD.

He wondered if his mother wanted him to find this video of her and wanted him to watch it. Maybe with her showing her naked body to a bunch of strangers for Nude Day, she felt bad for him and wanted to show him her naked body too. Maybe in the way he's been trying to see her topless and/or naked, she's been wanting him to see her topless and/or naked. Maybe this was her way to finally do that. For sure, he wouldn't know what it was until he watched it. Now excited to watch it, he wondered what was on the video.

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College educated albeit unemployed, at 22-years-old, one would think that he'd be out celebrating the weekend before Nude Day with his girlfriend or with his male friends. Only, sexually frustrating when pondering the lonesome thought before stroking his erect prick over pornographic videos, he doesn't have a steady girlfriend. Having a steady girlfriend is an expensive proposition and he doesn't have any extra money to spend on himself never mind to spend on a woman. He doesn't even have a car. Not able to afford a night on the town drinking, carousing, and cavorting, with him not socializing since he graduated from college, his price to pay to earn his degree, he no longer has any friends.

Paying his way through college took whatever extra money he had and more, now with the first payment on his college loans coming due next year, he needed a job. He needed to save money instead of spending money. Only, since the big banks, the insurance companies, Sallie Mae and Freddie Mac in conjunction with Wall Street crashed the financial markets, and with no one going to jail, there were no jobs and there hasn't been any jobs since 2007. Even though the government brags about the strong, growing economy and touts the low unemployment rate, the only jobs now are part-time, low paying, service jobs with no benefits and no future. With all of the good manufacturing jobs lost overseas and with state governments successful in breaking unions, the United States is quickly becoming a third world country.

For sure, instead of jerking off while sitting in his mother's red reclining chair while watching a video of her topless and/or naked, he needed to start planning for his future. Yet, now that he found her video, with this one DVD superseding everything, all else could wait. After unsuccessfully spying on his mother while trying to see her in all manners of undress, now he found something even better than seeing a brief glimpse of her topless or naked. He found her 40th birthday, drunken, pool party video. Hoping she was topless and/or naked on the video, he could watch her any time he wanted. He could watch her while masturbating over her night and day for the whole weekend.

Working to help defray his college expenses when away at school, different today than when his mother graduated from college 20 years ago, when he graduated college, he didn't have a job. There were no jobs other than those part-time, no benefit, campus jobs that didn't pay any more than minimum wage. If it wasn't for his mother welcoming him home to live with her in the house that his father left her in the divorce settlement, he'd be homeless. A young man with a college education and his whole life in front of him, unbelievably, he'd be living on the street.

If it wasn't for his mother giving him a place to stay and food to eat, he'd be sleeping in a shelter and eating at a mission. Not much else, at least he has a roof over his head and food to eat. Albeit not for sex, at least he has one woman in his life who loves him and who he loves, his mother. Only he wished his mother was more than just his mother. As ridiculous as it sounds to most but sexually exciting to some, he wished his mother was his lover.

Actually, unfortunately, sadly, and perversely, not that it's remotely her fault but, aside from him not having any money, his mother is the biggest reason why he doesn't have a girlfriend. His mother is the reason why he's home alone masturbating with a tube of lube and a box of tissues while hoping to watch her parade around the backyard in her bikini during her 40th birthday, pool party on this stolen video. No matter who he dates and which woman he's been intimate with, with him comparing every women to her, every woman pales in comparison to Donna, Madonna, his nickname for his mother by combining Ma with Donna, her first name.

She's so very beautiful and she's so very sexy. If only she wasn't his mother, he'd be hitting on her. Yet, if she wasn't his mother, she'd never give him a second look. He wasn't her type. She liked the hard drinking, bad boys, and the tattooed, hog riding men who don't conform to what society dictates how they should live. 

A dozen years older than her, he never understood why she married his father, a milk toast, certified, public accountant. Maybe she married him because she was pregnant by him with him. Maybe she married him because, at the time, she loved him and he loved her. Maybe she married him because with him a partner in his accounting firm, he had money. Maybe she was just young, too young to even know what she wanted. With her only 22-years-old when she gave birth to him, if his mother was anything like him at twenty-two-years-old, then she was naïve and horny, the two words that most describe him now. Maybe with her marrying a man twelve years older than her, she was looking for a daddy figure in the way that he now wishes he could have sex with his mother.

Perhaps the reason why they're no longer together, his father knew something about his mother that he doesn't know. Maybe his father knew that his wife and the mother of his child was a slut and a whore. Now, perhaps, finally, after blowing three strange men who gave her a cum bath, his mother isn't the virtuous woman that he thinks she is. Perhaps when she's not being a mother to him, she's a slutty whore to other men. Nonetheless, thinking that his father was stupid for cheating on his mother, her reason for divorcing him, his mother is everything that he'd want in a woman. His father divorcing his mother is like JayZ divorcing Beyoncé, Joel Osteen divorcing Victoria Osteen, Brad Pitt divorcing Angelina Jolie, or Billy Joel when he divorced Christie Brinkley.

Skirting the issue of incest, if he was to date a woman, he'd date a woman who looked like, talked like, laughed like, and walked like his mother but younger, of course. Not that he has an aversion to dating and to having a sexual relationship with a woman her age, he's attracted to older women. Only, he'd much rather date someone who looked like and reminded him of his mother so that he could pretend that he was having sex with his mother. Definitely, for sure, he'd never kick a beautiful, sexy, shapely older woman out of bed for eating crackers because of the fact that she was old enough to be his mother. If his dream woman looks anything like and reminded him of his mother, she'd be too beautiful and has too much of a shapely figure for him to kick her out of bed for any reason.

Most definitely, the fact that she was his mother made his sexual attraction to her even more sexually appealing and erotically exciting. He only wished she looked at him in the way she looks at other men. He only wished she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. Now that he was naked, he only wished she was here with him now to see his cock in the way that he flashed her his cock on the stairs. Perhaps, with her willingness to celebrate Nude Day naked with strangers, and in the way that she immodestly and immorally parades around him in her bra and panty, maybe he could persuade her to celebrate Nude Day naked with him.

Only, confounding as it is disturbing and sexually exciting, why is he so sexually attracted to his mother? Perhaps a better question would be, why wouldn't he be sexually attracted to his mother? For sure, in the way she looks and comports herself, there'd be something more wrong with him if he wasn't sexually attracted to his mother.

She's tall and he likes tall women. She's blonde, a natural blonde and he loves naturally blonde women. There's just something about a naturally blonde women that dyed blonde women can't replicate. Perhaps it's the complexion that's not right, the darker colored eyebrows, and the pubic hair that attests to the fact that they weren't born blonde.

She's naturally busty and he loves women who have big, natural tits. As far as he's concerned, a woman who wastes her money on silicone implants is below a woman who has A cup, natural breasts. There's something about being real that he finds so sexy. In the way that his mother is a natural beauty who doesn't need to wear much more than eye liner and lipstick, he'd much rather see the real woman behind all of the makeup, fancy clothes, dyed hair, and phony tits.

She's beautiful and what man doesn't like a tall, blonde, busty, beautiful woman? Definitely, he'd want a beautiful woman on his arm and in his bed than a plain Jane or an ugly woman. Lastly, she has big, beautiful, blue eyes. His dream woman is the description of his mother. For sure, with him having a penchant for older women, he prefers tall, blonde, busty, beautiful women with big, beautiful, blue eyes to any other woman.

Yet, while still playing the field and unable to find one, special man ready and willing to commit his love to her, she's alone without a man in her life just as he's alone without a woman in his life. Thinking every day why they're both so alone, he's unable to conclude why they're alone when they're both attractive, witty, funny, educated, and loving people. Yet, believing that there's someone for everyone, just as she's still young, he's still young too. If she found someone to love and marry before, she'll surely find someone to love and marry again.

His problem is that he's looking for women who are clones of his mother. His problem is that he's too emotionally and sexually enamored with his mother, an understatement, to see past her for him to see other women, women more his age. He's in love with his mother but not in the way that a son should love his mother. He loves his mother more in the way that a man loves a woman. As soon as he thought that, in the way that a man loves a woman, he thought of the famous, classic song by Percy Sledge, "When a Man Loves a Woman."

With him unsuccessful in bedding his mother, now that he knows his mother is a whore, maybe there's a chance for him to have sex with her. Now that he knows his mother participated in an orgy, had a gangbang, blew men she didn't even know, and allowed them to give her a cum bath, maybe she'll suck his cock too. Maybe if he got her drunk enough, played Percy Sledge's song, and turned the lights down low, she'd be more in the mood to dismiss that sex between a mother and her son is incest. Maybe if she sold her house and bought a doublewide trailer, he learned to play the banjo, and they moved somewhere that incestuous sex between a mother and her son was a common occurrence, she'd more readily agree to give him incestuous sex with him.

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Embarrassed to admit it, even to himself, what stops him from having a girlfriend besides money is every time he thinks of a woman, he thinks of his mother. Perversely perverted, lusting incestuously over his mother prevents him from having a normal, loving, sexual relationship with a woman. Every time he holds a woman, with his arms around her waist and his hands on her hips, he imagines holding his shapely mother in his arms while staring in her big, blue eyes. Every time he closes his eyes and kisses a woman, especially when French kissing a woman, he imagines kissing his mother's full, red lips while feeling her wet tongue against his wet tongue. Every time he feels a woman's breasts and fingers her nipples through her blouse and bra while kissing her, he imagines being there with his mother while feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples.

Unable to remove his mother from his sexual thoughts, whether she's wearing a short skirt with a low cut blouse, skintight jeans, parading around in her panties and bra, her sheer, sexy nightgowns, and topless or naked, she's always there in his head. Every time he feels a woman's tits, ass, and/or rubs her clit and fingers her pussy, he thinks of feeling his mother's big tits and her firm, round ass while fingering her blonde, wet pussy. Unable to help himself from thinking of her naked while having sex with her, he's unable to evict his mother from his sexual thoughts. Now the only way that he can cum whenever a woman gives him a hand job, a blowjob, or when making love to a woman is when thinking of his mother stroking his cock and/or sucking his prick.

A new wrinkle to his sexual life that interferes with his relationships with women, for him to cum, any time he has sexual intercourse with a woman, he thinks of having sexual intercourse with his mother. A new incestuous perversion he has from him sexually and incestuous lusting over his mother, unable to get sexually excited otherwise, any time he's makes love to a woman, he imagines making love to his mother. The latest incestuous, sexual fantasy that he routinely has when he's horny and masturbating, any time he imagines having sex with a woman, he imagines fucking his mother and pounding her pussy hard enough and long enough to make her cum. Sometimes with his sexual fantasies of his mother so very real, something he hopes he never does, he's nearly called the woman he's in bed with Donna. Seemingly with her always in his thoughts, especially his sexual thoughts, everything he does is with his mother in mind.

A sexual fantasy come true, if it's not enough that he's seen his mother in her bra and panties, he'd give anything to see his mother without her panties and bra. Now that he's seen her in her panties and bra, he'd give anything to see her topless. He's sell his soul to see her naked. A sexual fantasy come true, he'd give anything to have sex with his naked mother.

A sexual fantasy come true, he'd give anything to cum in his mother's pussy while making love to her and while fucking her. A sexual fantasy come true, he'd give anything to cum in his mother's mouth while fondling her big, natural breasts and fingering her hard, erect nipples. He'd be happy and sexually satisfied if only she agreed to give him a hand job while allowing him to fondle her naked breasts and finger her hard nipples. Only, even though his mother is a slut when around her boyfriend and seemingly when around other men, his mother wasn't an incestuous slut when around him and in the way that he obviously was an incestuous pervert when around her. She's his mother and he's her son.

Only, a recent occurrence and something so disturbingly bizarre, ever since he graduated college to return home to live with his mother, during the few sexual dates and sexual encounters he's had with women, he's been unable to cum. No matter how hard he tries and how hard the woman he's with tries, he's been unable to cum. He doesn't cum. Totally bizarre as it is disturbing, he can't cum.

Embarrassing for the woman as much as it's embarrassing for him, not cumming is insulting and is as if telling them that they didn't sexually excite him enough for him to cum. Not cumming while having sex with a woman is paramount to saying that he's not sexually attracted to her when just the opposite was the case. The silver lining for woman, because he can't cum, he's able to maintain an erection longer. Just because they can't give him an orgasm doesn't mean that he can't give them an orgasm.

With his mother haunting his sexual thoughts, if only they knew that he needed to imagine having sex with his mother, they'd think him incestuously insane. Now that he knows the secret formula to cumming while having sex with a woman his age, he must imagine that he's having sex with his mother. Only, now, even when imagining having sex with his mother when with a woman doesn't work. What worked then, no longer works now. Now that he's back home living with his mother and with her more of an integral part of his life, even when imagining having sex with his mother, he's unable to cum. Strangely weird, it's unnervingly and disturbingly bizarre not to be able to cum when with a woman other than his mother.

"What the Hell is that all about? When I didn't have a problem before when away at college, why suddenly can't I cum now? Perhaps it has something to living at home with my mother."

In the past, as long as he thought and truly believed that he was having sex with his mother, he could cum and now, unless he's masturbating himself while thinking of his mother naked and having sex with her, he can't cum. Yet, now, with his mother more in his life than when he was away at college, perhaps he's no longer able to fool his brain into thinking that he's having sex with his mother when he's having sex with someone else. If only he had sex with women in a pitch black room, he'd have a better chance of pretending that he was having sex with his mother. If only the women wouldn't talk, maybe he could pull off the sexual fantasy of pretending that he's having sex with his mother but the women always ruin it as soon as they open their mouths.

"Shut up! Just shut the fuck up while I imagine that you're my mother and I'm having sex with her instead of with you," he imagined saying to whichever woman was in his bed with him while knowing that wouldn't go over very well. "Okay?"

As hard as he tries to cum, and as hard as women have tried to get him to cum, unless he's masturbating himself with his own hand, with his mother invading his sexual thoughts, he's unable to cum. Perhaps feeling as if he'd be cheating on his mother by having sex with any other woman is why he can't ejaculate. With her invading his thoughts morning, noon, and night, he's too sexually fixated on his mother. Whenever he has an erection, he thinks of his mother. Whenever he's horny, he thinks about his mother. Whenever he has sex, whether with anyone or with himself, he thinks about his mother.

Yet when thinking about a incestuous relationship as a mature, consensual adult, what's wrong with him being sexually infatuated with his mother? What's wrong with wanting to have sex with her in the first place? Certainly he's not the only son who wants to have sex with their mother. With Shakespeare writing plays in the 16th and 17th century about incest and Freud having his mother and son theories in the 19th and 20th century, wanting to have sex with his mother must be a fairly common sexual fantasy. Only God knows how many sons have had sex with their mothers and how many mothers have slept with their sons. We all may be surprised to learn that some very famous people have had incestuous mother and son sex.

Unable to stop himself from extrapolating in his incestuous thought process, he wondered if all of his friends sexually fantasized about having sex with their mothers in the way that he did continually thought of having sex with his mother as his mother, as his Donna, his very own Madonna. Only, none of his friends have a mother who's as beautiful, as sexy, and as shapely as his mother. All of his friends' mothers are old, fat, and unattractive. All of his friends' mothers are respectably married. Instead of sexually fantasizing over their own mothers, no doubt, all of his friends sexually fantasize over having sex with his MILF of a mother.




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Using himself as his own sounding board, how dare he incestuously lust over his mother? It doesn't matter that she's a slut, she's his mother for God sakes. She's not some whore he picked up at the bar and fucked in his dorm room, in the backseat of her car, or in her bedroom at her apartment. With him having no other explanation other than him wanting to have incestuous sex with his mother, the only other explanation is that he's in love with his mother in the way that a man loves a woman and not how a son should love his mother.

Definitely, he'll need years of therapy to unravel the incestuous, sexual attraction that he has for his mother, Donna, his personal Madonna. Yet, as strange as it may seem, in the way that no other man was ready to commit to his mother, until death do they part, he was ready to commit to his mother. With him imagining living together with her as husband and with her as his wife, he'd marry his mother if he could and if she'd marry him. Even if he's unable to marry her, he'd live with her as his common law wife. He could just hear the banjo music now while living in the hills of Kentucky, West Virginia, or Tennessee and drinking moonshine.

Only and obviously, she doesn't love him in that way, in a sexual way, and in the way that he loves her. Obvious to him that she's not sexually attracted to him, no secret there, he knows that already. If she was remotely sexually attracted to him in the way that he's sexually attracted to her, they would have had sex long ago. At the very least, she would have flashed him and he would have seen her topless and/or naked already. With them always together since he graduated college, if she was as sexually attracted to him as he is to her, she would have made a move on him in the way that he'd love to make a move on her.

In the way that she's been trying to find love by dating men, bad men who are cheaters, liars, cads, and scoundrels, if only she'd give love a chance with him, he'd be the happiest son in the world and he'd make his mother the happiest woman in the world. Putting aside that she's his mother and he's her son, he'd treat her the way that a man should treat a woman. Only, shades of Jerry Springer, with so very many sons willing to have a sexual relationship with their mothers if only they could, what mother would willingly have a sexual relationship with her son? For sure, with him living proof of that torture, there are far more sons who'd want to bed their mothers than there are mothers who'd want to have sex with their sons. Alas, he knows that having sex with his mother would never happen.

To be continued...

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Mom & Son Sexy Nude Day Surprise Ch. 05



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Masturbating over his mother's 40th birthday, pool party video

Finally home alone and with him having the whole house to himself, Robert's filled with sexual anticipation. He's been sexually excited to watch his mother's 40th birthday, pool party video. With her strutting around in her barely there bikini, he couldn't wait to masturbate over the nearly naked image of her ever since he discovered the DVD at the bottom of her underwear drawer last week.

With her home on vacation all week and not leaving the house other than to walk the dog and to go food shopping, he didn't dare slip the video in the DVR player to see what was recorded on it. Fearing that she'd come home unexpectedly, he didn't have enough time to even preview the disc. With his imagination running wild with sexual speculation, he had no idea what was on it. Besides, using his imagination to control his sexual fantasies of his mother, he imagined her dancing around topless and/or walking around naked. Fun to imagine all that was on the video, he couldn't wait to masturbate to it while watching it.

When snooping through her underwear drawers while feeling her bras and sniffing her panties, an unexpected surprise, he found the video marked 40th Birthday, Pool Party. Filled with as much sexual anticipation then as he still is now, just holding the video in his horny hand hardened his cock. He could only imagine all that was on it. With his mother celebrating her 40th birthday four years ago when he was away at college, he never knew this video even existed.

Pretending he didn't know the video was there, not disturbing it while hoping that she'd leave it undisturbed, seemingly forgotten, and unattended, he left the video beneath her panties while waiting for his mother to return to work on Monday after her vacation. Then when she was unexpectedly invited on a Nude Day cruise, now that she'll be gone for the entire weekend celebrating Nude Day, this was the perfect time to watch the DVD. If the disc was good enough and if he was horny enough, he could watch it day and night while masturbating the entire weekend over his bikini clad mother.

Excitedly waiting to watch the video of his mother, he's been counting down the days until his mother returned to work and left him home alone. Now with her going on a Nude Day cruise for the weekend, his long wait has ended. He couldn't wait to watch the video of her in her bikini while masturbating. He could only imagine what was on the video. Maybe his mother, as part of her drunken, birthday celebration removes her bikini top. Maybe his mother is topless in the video. He loved to see her big tits while masturbating.

He could only imagine what she looked like topless. He could only wish this is a video of her topless and/or naked. As if she was a movie star and with her good looking enough to be one, he'd love to see her shapely C cup breasts on his television screen while masturbating over his mother. Hoping she had a naked 40th birthday, pool party, he'd love to see her and all of her hot friends naked. Topless, topless, topless, he couldn't wait to masturbate over his video of his mother topless. Naked, naked, naked, he couldn't wait to masturbate over this video of his mother naked.

Maybe his mother was so drunk at her birthday party that she stripped naked. Maybe this is a video of his mother naked. Maybe her girlfriends hired male strippers. Her last fun, drunken, sexy time before getting too old to enjoy it, maybe this was his mother's 40th birthday sex video of her having sex with a man or a gangbang with men. He'd like nothing more than to watch his mother having sex with someone. A prelude to him having sex with her, watching her having sex with another man would give him more fodder for him to masturbate over later.

Hoping that she didn't hide the DVD in a different spot, not only did he hope that the video was still there at the bottom of her underwear drawer but also he hoped the video was X-rated instead of G rated. As advertised, he hoped the video was what was written on the front and not some other home movie or a trick that she was playing on him. He couldn't wait to watch whatever was recorded on it, even if it was only a video of her having a pool party with her drunken friends in their barely there bikinis. He couldn't wait to see his mother at her drunken 40th birthday, pool party while masturbating himself to the sexy image of her sashaying around the backyard nearly naked.

With her having cut way back on her drinking, perhaps her 40th birthday was her last hurrah before middle age which would explain why she's been so bitchy lately. He just hoped she celebrated her birthday topless and/or naked. He'd love nothing more than to watch a video of his mother topless and/or naked while masturbating over the naked image of her. He'd love nothing more than to see his mother's naked tits, ass, and pussy.

Wishing he was there for her party, he remembered that she told him about the drunken pool party that she had on her 40th birthday when he was away at college. Only, she never told him any of the details of her birthday bash. Respecting her privacy, as any good son would, other than when he's snooping through her underwear drawer and/or eavesdropping on her personal, private telephone conversations, he never asked her for the details of her birthday bash. With him never knowing what happened at her 40th birthday, pool party, she never told him that there was a video of the drunken celebration. Had he known there was a video of his mother and her friends in their bikinis, he would have searched for the video, found it, and watched it long ago.

He only wished he was home while watching them party topless and naked from his bedroom window and making drunken fools of themselves, if that's what they did as he imagined they did. Instead of being away at college, he only wished he was home to watch his mother having a good, drunken time with her sexy girlfriends. He wished he had been upstairs in his bedroom while videotaping all of the imagined X-rated action. Obviously, something that she felt embarrassed doing while he was living with her, once he left for college, she let loose with drunken pool parties with her girlfriends. Always wondering if there were men in attendance too, she told him that it was only her female friends at her birthday party and no men were invited or allowed.

Suspecting that she did have men there and fantasizing the pool parties were more sexual in nature than not, he wondered if she lied about not inviting any men to her pool parties. He couldn't help but imagine men being there, seeing his mother topless and/or naked, and having sex with his naked mother. Especially now that he knows she's had an orgy, a gangbang, and has blown three men she didn't even know, men who gave her a cum bath, he wondered what other sexual secrets his mother was hiding.

Replacing Pamela Anderson with his mother, he imagined watching this video of his sexy mother in the way that he watched and masturbated over two of Pamela Anderson's sex tapes, one with Brett Michaels and the other with Tommy Lee. Replacing Paris Hilton with his mother, he imagined watching this video of his sexy mother in the way that he watched and masturbated over two of Paris Hilton's sex tapes. Replacing Kim Kardashian with his mother, he imagined watching this video of his sexy mother in the way that he watched and masturbated over two of Kim Kardashian's not so secret sex tape videos. With him playing the starring role in all six of the sex tape videos, he imagined himself having sex with Pamela Anderson, Paris Hilton, and Kim Kardashian before they all morphed into him having sex with his mother.

'Oh, my God, if only I could have sex with my mother, I would. I'd love nothing better than for her to blow me. I'd love nothing better than for her to fuck me.'

In the way that he watched and masturbated over their sex tape videos, he imagined watching and masturbating over his mother's birthday video while hoping that it was a sex tape video. He imagined his mother having 40th birthday sex with twelve of her closest topless and/or naked friends along with a cavalcade of men in attendance. Including his mother, especially his mother, he hoped that the women in attendance at his mother's 40th birthday, pool party were drunk enough to remove their tops and/or to skinny dip naked in their pool. He'd love to see naked women interacting with one another while seeing some of his mother's hot friends topless and/or naked while having sex with men.

Shaking with sexual anticipation, as if there was a drumroll going off in his head, he turned on the TV and the DVR before inserting the video. Knowing there'd be lots of noise, drunken laughter, and loud talking, not wanting to miss any of the dialogue, he grabbed his headphones so that he didn't miss a word that anyone said in the background. He put a towel down beneath his naked ass and made himself comfortable in his mother's precious, red leather, reclining chair.

This chair was once his Dad's favorite chair and that was now something else his mother got as part of her settlement in the divorce. He wondered if his Dad masturbated in his chair in the way that he was about to do. Being that the chair had a built-in massager, he wondered if his Dad and Mom had sex in this chair, perhaps the reason why she's so possessive of her special chair. He could only imagine his naked mother moving up and down on his father's cock while her big tits bounced and sway from side to side. He'd love nothing more than to have sex with his mother in this red, reclining chair. Not wasting any time, as soon as he turned on the video, the star of the show, his mother, was there front and center.

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"Hi. I'm Donna and this is my 40th birthday party," already a bit tipsy, she smiled and waved to the camera.

It's amazing in just four years how much younger his mother looked. She looked twenty-something instead of forty-years-old then. Now she looks thirty something instead of forty-four-years-old. With her always worried about money and with the strife of life seemingly taking a toll on her looks, he wished he could get a job to help pay some of the bills. He wished he could take care of his mother in the way she has always taken care of him.

"Don't worry Robert. You'll get a job. You've worked hard to earn your degree. Enjoy the time you have now because once you start working, you'll be working for the next forty years of your life," she said with a laugh while pointing to herself as the working fool, poster child.

Robert returned his focus back to the video. He stared at the image of his mother's pretty face, Donna, his very own Madonna, formed from Ma and Donna. Only knowing now that she's not the virginal saint that he thought she was, his mother seemingly is more like Jesus' whore, Mary Magdalene

Looking so very much like a California girl with her long, lush, blonde hair, blue eyes, and superhot body, few would think that she was from Connecticut. Few would think that she's 44-years-old and has a 22-year-old son. If she reminded him of anyone, she reminded him of Victoria Osteen when she was younger and nicer, a time before she slapped that flight attendant in a rage.

"Hi Mom," said Robert as if she was in the room with him or he was at the party with her.

With her holding a drink in her hand and seemingly already a little bit tipsy, he felt as if he was watching one of the bachelorettes on the Bachelor television show. With her not giving him her permissions to watch her video and with her not there to watch the video with him, he felt as if he was peeping on his mother. Yet, instead of feeling embarrassed or that he was doing something wrong in invading his mother's privacy while masturbating over his mother, he felt sexually excited that finally he was going to see his mother topless and/or naked.

Actually, knowing that she never would, he'd love nothing more than for his mother to watch this video with him, especially if she's topless and especially if she's naked. He'd love to see her reaction to him seeing her tits or seeing her naked. He could only imagine the sexually excited reaction she'd have when showing him her topless and/or naked body. He enjoyed imagining her giving him a hand job while they both watched her X-rated, 40th birthday, pool party video. He'd love for his mother to suck his cock while he continued watching what he imagined was a naked video of her.

He wondered what she'd say if she knew he was watching this video of her while sitting in her red, leather recliner and masturbating. If she is, indeed, topless and/or naked on the video, he wondered what she'd say if she knew that he saw her tits and/or her naked body. Maybe she purposely hid the video in her underwear drawer knowing that he'd find it. He liked thinking that she wanted him to find her video and watch it. With this the premature advent of Nude Day, he liked thinking that his mother wanted him to see her topless and/or naked. He liked thinking that his mother was topless and/or naked while having sex with a few men.

"God she's so pretty. God she's so sexy. God she's such a MILF," he said. "I can't believe someone who looks like her is his mother. I can't believe someone who looks like her hasn't been scooped up by some man. I can't believe I'm sitting here naked while masturbating over someone who looks like her while hoping that she strips topless and/or naked."

If only she was his neighbor or one of his professors from the university, perhaps he'd have a better chance of bedding her. Only, if she was his neighbor or his professor instead of his mother, maybe he wouldn't want to bed her in the way that he wants to have sex with her now with her being his mother. Perhaps his biggest sexual attraction to her is not because she's beautiful and sexy but because she's his mother. What's with that? Maybe his sexual attraction to his mother is more than just a mere sexual attraction. Maybe there's more to Dr. Freud's theories than he wants to admit. Maybe he's psychological twisted for wanting to have sex with his mother.

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No longer paying any mind to why he was psychologically so very sexually attracted to his mother, too sexually excited to care, he returned his attention to her video.

"Happy birthday, happy birthday, Happy Birthday Dear Donna," sung her friends. "Happy birthday to you!"

"Happy Birthday Mom," he said.

With her the center of attention, as if she was a little girl instead of a grown woman who was his MILF of a mother, she was laughing with glee. Surrounded by friends and well-wishers then, four years later where are they all now? Gone. They're all gone.

Suddenly feeling sad for her, she lost most of her friends when she divorced his Dad and she lost most of the others when she moved to a different city. Fair weather friends, they're all gone and she's alone with him, her adult son, who's masturbating while lusting over her. In that moment he felt sorry for her but unable to stop himself from masturbating over the sexual thoughts of his mother naked while having sex with her, he continued. A twang of guilt nearly ruined his fun masturbating over his mother's video when he thought that he was using her too by masturbating over the hopeful topless and/or naked images of her. Yet, he put his guilt aside when his mother appeared front and center on camera again.

"Happy Birthday to me," she said holding her drink in one hand and her bikini bra in the other.

'Bikini bra?' Not expecting her to be topless so soon, he did a double take and stared at the screen as if he had seen a ghost. 'Holy shit! My mom is holding her bikini bra in her hand. Are you kidding me? Is she topless? Is she naked?' Suddenly even more sexually excited that he was before, he gulped his incestuous lust for his mother while staring at the screen wide-eyed. He momentarily stopped stroking himself to stare at the screen while waiting to see her tits.

"What? No way! Oh, my God. What's that in her other hand? Is that what I think it is? Is that her bikini top or is that someone else's bikini top? I don't believe it. She's holding her bikini bra," he said unable to see her naked breasts yet. "Oh my God! I hope she's topless. I hope I see her tits," he said fingering the head of his cock.

If this video is of his mother topless and/or naked, he'll be masturbating over this birthday video the entire weekend. If this video is of his mother topless and/or naked, he'll be masturbating over the memory of her naked breasts and/or her naked body for the rest of his life. He couldn't believe she was standing there drunk and topless or maybe even naked. He couldn't believe he was about to see his mother's tits and/or his mother's pussy and ass.

"Lower the camera please or step back from the camera. Lower the camera," he said to the video and to whomever was taking a video of his topless and/or naked mother. "Lower the camera so that I can see my mother's tits and my mother's naked body. Please, lower the camera or step back away from the camera Mom."

He talked to the video as if they could hear him. As soon as he saw the video of her holding her bikini bra, totally aroused, he was sexually excited. Only not wanting to cum too soon and before seeing his mother topless and/or naked, he stopped stroking himself. Was his mother already drunk enough to get topless? Was she really standing there with her tits out for everyone to see her big boobs or was she faking it by holding someone else's bikini bra? He searched the background to see if he could see any men but it was all women. He searched the background to see if he could see any topless women but all the women were wearing their bikini tops or were wearing one piece bathing suits.

With only women at her 40th birthday, pool party, maybe his mother is a closet lesbian. With her not having invited any men to her 40th birthday, pool party, maybe his mother is bi-sexual. Maybe his father cheated on his mother because she refused him sex. Maybe his father left his mother because she preferred having sex with women than with men.

Nah, with all the boyfriends she's had and all the sex she must be having, he couldn't imagine his mother being lesbian or even bi-sexual. Definitely his mother likes men. Definitely his mother prefers cock to pussy. With his backyard totally private, he knew that unless someone was in a helicopter or someone was standing on a ladder looking over their 8 foot stockade fence, no one could see her. 

"Happy Birthday Mom," he said again. "Oh, my God, my sexual fantasy come true, this is going to be so unbelievably hot," he said taking his cock in hand and slowly stroking himself.

He stared at the video as if he was watching a porn movie.

"I can't believe she went topless in front of all of her friends. Topless, topless, topless, my Mom is topless. I can't believe I have a topless video of my mother, maybe even naked.

He stared at the video as his mother was the star in a porn movie.

"Naked, naked, naked, unable to see the rest of her, I wonder if she's naked. I wonder what else she's done while I was away at school. Maybe, in the vein of Pamela Anderson, Paris Hilton, and Kim Kardashian, she has sex tape hidden somewhere in her room."

Normally, he only pulls out his cock from his pajamas to masturbate himself when in bed or in the bathroom but with him home alone, he was already naked. Naked, naked, naked, he's been walking around the house naked since his mother left. Now that he's home alone and totally naked, he wanted this masturbation session to be the best masturbation session ever. He repositioned the towel beneath him. God forbid he should get cum on her precious, red leather recliner.




Mom & Son Sexy Nude Day Surprise Ch. 05



The recliner was something she bought as a gift for his father on his 35th birthday. Then, when he cheated on her with another women, she reclaimed the chair as her own and took it as part of her divorce settlement. With most leather recliners black or brown, a beautiful and comfortable chair, how often does anyone see a red, leather recliner? Made from the finest, softest, and most durable leather, it was a custom made chair with lumbar support and an electric massager that cost a lot of money.

He hoped that she'd step away from the camera. He hoped that the camera would zoom out and pan the area to show him who else was in attendance and who else was topless and/or naked. As if this video was purposely teasing him, he couldn't wait to know if his mother was topless and/or naked.

He couldn't wait to see his mother's tits. He couldn't wait to see her ass and pussy. Hoping to see if his mother was topless or naked, the suspense was killing him. Yet, not wanting to rush the first time seeing his mother topless and/or naked, instead of fast forwarding to see if she was topless and/or naked, he took his time instead in watching the video. With her already drunk and standing in front of the camera without her bikini top, he couldn't wait to see what else he could see of her.

If she was topless, he couldn't wait to see her tits. Topless, topless, topless, if she was topless, he couldn't wait to see her areolas and her nipples. Topless, topless, topless, if she was topless, he couldn't wait to masturbate over his mother's tits.

Naked, naked, naked, if she was naked, he couldn't wait to see her naked body. Naked, naked, naked, if she was naked, he couldn't wait to see her ass and her pussy. He couldn't wait to know if she was shaved, bushy, or trimmed. He couldn't wait to see her incredible, naked ass. While slowly stroking himself, he imagined seeing the entire shape of her breasts, her nipples, and her areolas. While slowly stroking himself, he imagined seeing her tits, her naked pussy, and her naked ass.

He only hoped that her present boyfriend would be taking another video of her now, a Nude Day video that was even hotter than her 40th birthday video. He hoped his mother's boyfriend was making a Nude Day sex tape of his mother. Sex, sex, sex, he'd love nothing more than to watch a sex tape of his mother having sex with lots of men. 

He'd love to watch her boyfriend having sex with his Mom. He'd love to watch his mother on her knees sucking six men and giving her a cum bath. He'd love to watch his mother gangbanged and pulling a train. He'd love to watch his mother having orgy like sex. He'd love to see his mother naked while acting like a whore.

Sexually frustrated with the camera only shooting her from her shoulders up, if he didn't suspect that she was topless by her flashing her bikini bra to the camera, he wouldn't know she was topless. He only hoped she was topless. Just as he hoped she was topless, he hoped whomever was taking the video of her would step back to video more of his mother and for him to see more of his mother's topless or naked body. Just as he thought that, it happened.

"Step back from the camera, Donna, so that I can get a shot of your big boobs," said Kathy, her best friend, obvious the one holding the camera while filming his mother.

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Not wanting to rush anything by stroking himself too fast and cumming too fast, he slowly stroked himself while watching the video. Robert held his breath as his mother slowly stepped back to expose her naked breasts to the camera and to him. First he saw the tops of her meaty breasts, then he saw the top portion of her long line of cleavage. Finally, he saw her tits in all of their glorious entirety. As if he was watching a sex scene in a movie, not believing his eyes, her naked breasts were right there on the TV screen. Robert rubbed his eyes in disbelief. 

"Oh, my God. Fuck me," he said not believing his eyes. "Oh, my God. There's her tits. I can't believe I'm finally seeing my mother's tits. Her tits are right there."

Unable to stop staring at his mother's breasts, he paused the video to stare at the shape of her beautiful breast, the color of her areolas, and the size of her big nipples.

"Oh, my God! Fuck me. Just fuck me. Un-fucking believable, this is so un-fucking believable. Topless, topless, topless, I can't believe my mother is topless. Tits, tits, tits, I can't believe I'm finally seeing my mother's naked breasts while masturbating," he said staring at the stopped video to concentrate on the sexy sight of his mother's big tits, her round, light, brown areolas, and her pink, erect nipples. "I don't believe this. I can't believe I'm seeing my mother's big tits," he said stroking his cock a little faster and a little harder.

Not believing his luck in finding this video and now not believing his eyes in seeing his mother's tits, his mother's big breasts filled the entire television screen. His incestuous, pornographic Goddess, his mother was his sexy, topless, big breasted star. Having never seen her naked breasts before, there they were in living color.

With him having the entire weekend to masturbate over his mother topless and hopefully naked in this video, he stared at the screen while gently fondling and massaging the head of his cock. Wanting to take his time, he didn't want to rush seeing the rest of her. He hoped she was naked. He hoped she'd show him her ass and pussy. He couldn't wait to see all of her. He couldn't wait to cum while watching the rest of the video.

Already so very sexually excited, too sexually excited, knowing that he could and no doubt would, he didn't want to cum too quickly. Wanting to take his sweet time and enjoy the moment of seeing his mother's tits for the first time, he didn't want to cum just yet. He wanted to take his time masturbating over all that he was seeing and over all that this mother was showing. With him having the whole weekend to himself, not wanting to rush his first masturbation session of seeing her video for the first time, he didn't want to prematurely blow his load before seeing the rest of the video and hopefully the rest of her naked body. Naked, naked, naked, just as she was topless, he hoped to God that she was naked too.

Now that he saw her topless, maybe she was naked. Naked, naked, naked, he wondered if she was naked. He hoped she was naked. Naked, naked, naked, he'd love to see his mother naked. He'd love nothing better than to see her naked pussy and her naked ass along with more views of her naked tits.

He'd love to see her bending forward with her tits leaning with her while imagining her hanging her big breasts in his face. He'd love to see his mother bent at the waist to show him her pussy and her ass. Oh, yeah, along with seeing her tits, he'd love to see her naked, blonde pussy and round, shapely ass. He couldn't help but wonder if his mother was bushy, trimmed, or shaved. He hoped to soon find out what she looked like naked.

Maybe her friends get topless and/or naked in the video too. She has some superhot friends and he'd love to see them topless and/or naked too. Not knowing when he'd get another opportunity like this to watch his mother parading around topless and hopefully naked, he only wished he knew how to make a copy of the video. If he had a copy of this video, being able to return the original, he'd watch it every day. He'd show the video to his friends, if he still had any. He'd make the picture of her naked breasts his screensaver. 

He continued staring at the television screen while analyzing the size and the shape of her big tits. Without doubt, her breasts were very shapely. Without doubt, she had great tits, the best tits he's ever seen and he's seen lots of tits while away at college. Without doubt, his mother is a mother than he'd love to fuck. He'd love nothing more than to touch her breasts, feel her breasts, fondle her breasts, and suck her big nipples. Based upon his expert breast opinion with him having seen so many naked breasts in online videos, definitely, she's a C cup, a large C cup, or even a D cup, a small D cup.

"Damn, she has big, beautiful, shapely breasts. Damn, I love my mother's tits," he said out loud and for no one to hear but himself. "Damn, I wish I could touch them, feel them, and suck them."

Robert hit the play button to watch more of his topless and hopefully naked, drunken mother. As if she was at a live concert, albeit not topless but wearing her bra and blouse, she started jumping up and down while dancing to the music. Only, she wasn't wearing her blouse, her bra, or even her bikini top. She was topless.

Robert watched his mother dancing while her big tits bounced up and down and swayed from side to side while he stroked his prick up and down and up and down to an even harder erection. Imagining her looking like that while having sex with her, he loved it when she turned his head to the side and lifted her long, blonde hair in her hands and pursed her lips while dancing. She was so sexy. She was so beautiful.

Robert watched his mother's big, natural breast jump, bounce, and sway. If he was there with her then, he'd harness her naked breasts by cupping them in his hand while fingering her nipples. If he was there with her then, he'd have sex with her drunken body. He'd fuck her. He'd definitely fuck her.

He only wished he was there standing behind her for her to use his hands as human bra cups. He'd love nothing more than to touch her big tits, feel her big tits, fondle her big tits, and suck her big nipples. He'd love nothing more than to finger her big nipples, pull her big nipples, turn and twist her big nipples, while fingering her pussy. He'd love nothing more than to see his mother's tits live and in person. He'd love nothing more than to masturbate his mother. He'd love to hear and see her cum.

"Oh, my God, fuck me. Bounce those big boobs Mommy. Bounce those boobs," he said while stroking himself. "That's right. Continue dancing. Don't stop dancing. Continue jumping up and down," he said while stroking himself faster. "God, you're such a slut. Damn, you're such a whore. Now that I've seen you topless, I can't wait to see you naked. I can't wait to have sex with your naked body."

Even though the video had only just started and even though there was so much more to see, he stopped the video to restart it and to play it all over again. Seeing her naked tits is not only the best part of the video but also the best part of his mother's shapely body. With him having the entire weekend to watch this video, the best part of the video was seeing her tits for the first time. The best part of the video was when Kathy asked his mother to step back from the camera so that she could video her best friend topless on her 40th birthday.

"Wow! I don't believe this. Fuck me! Just fuck me," he said for no one to hear.

Suddenly, when watching the video from the start again, seeing his mother's big tits again, and watching her jumping up and down while bouncing her big boobs again, his sexual excitement got the better of him. Unable to stop himself, he was going to cum. Too soon, he didn't want to cum just yet but he could feel the rush and the gush coming in the way of an uncapped oil well.

"Oh, my God. I'm going to cum. Are you kidding me? I don't believe this. I can't believe I'm ready to cum already. I can't believe I'm already going to shoot my load so soon, too fucking soon," he said slowing the action of stroking himself to make himself last longer, it was no use. "God damn it! Fuck!"

As if he was Mel Gibson as William Wallace in Braveheart telling his Scottish countrymen to hold, he couldn't hold himself from cumming too soon, way too soon. 

"Hold! Hold! Hold!"

He tried to hold himself from cumming and to stop himself from prematurely ejaculating. He tried not to cum so soon. He tried to stop from shooting his load already. Only, his mother's big boobs bouncing up and down and swaying side to side on the television screen made him too sexually excited.

"Hold! Hold! Hold!"

He imagined her dancing topless and/or naked for him with her topless and/or naked body wrapped around a pole. There was just no way that he could stop himself from cumming. Then, while wondering if she had made a sex tape or was making one this weekend on her Nude Day cruise, his sexual excitement got the better of him and he couldn't stop himself from cumming.

"Robert? What the Hell are you doing?"

To be continued...

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Mom & Son Sexy Nude Day Surprise Ch. 06



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Home alone with my MILF of a mother.

As soon as he heard his mother's voice even through his headphones, her voice sounded so close and so real. Instead of imagining her voice in his head, he imagined she was standing there watching him masturbate himself and watching him about to cum. He'd love for her to watch him masturbate. A sexual fantasy come true, he only wished his mother was really standing there watching him masturbating and getting ready to cum. If only she was really standing there, he'd love nothing more than for his mother to watch him masturbate and shoot his load of cum all over himself.

In the way that men have given her cum baths, he'd love to give her a cum bath. He'd love for her to watch him give himself a cum bath. Maybe she'd be so sexually aroused watching him masturbate and cum that she'd want to masturbate him or even allow him to masturbate her. Maybe after she watched him masturbate and ejaculate, she'd allow him to watch her masturbate and have an orgasm too. Maybe, if she was as sexually excited as he was now, she'd suck him and fuck him. Only nothing more than a sexual fantasy, the reality that he'd never have sex with his mother made him sad and even more sexually frustrated.

As soon as he heard his mother's voice, as if her sweet, sexy voice encouraged him to cum, he shot a huge load of warm, oozy cum all over his chest, all over his stomach, all over his thighs, and all over his hand. So much cum, after seeing her naked tits, he couldn't stop cumming. Cumming and cumming while staring at his mother's breasts on the paused video and thinking of his mother watching him masturbating and cumming, he's never ejaculated as much cum. He only wished she was here to take his cock in her hand before taking his cock in her mouth. He'd love nothing better than to cum in his mother's mouth while feeling her tits and fingering her nipples.

As if she was there in the room with him instead of far away on some boat in the middle of the ocean celebrating Nude Day naked with her new boyfriend and five other naked couples, he distinctly heard his mother's voice just as he was cumming. So weird. So real. So surreal. So sexually exciting. Already, with her only gone a couple of hours, he missed her company. He longed to watch his mother parade around him while dressed in only her panty and bra.

He was a mess. With cum on his chest, his stomach, his thighs, and his hand, his cock was still oozing cum. He'll clean himself up in a minute but as if his cum was a sexual toy it was exciting to think of his mother seeing him like this, covered in cum. He only wished he could cover her naked body in his cum. He'd love nothing better than to cum all over her face, her hair, and her breasts after cumming in her mouth and before cumming in her pussy.

As if she was there in the room with him, pretending she was there watching him masturbate, he closed his eyes while imagining his mother watching him masturbate himself. He imagined his mother staring at his erect prick. In the way that he'd be mesmerized watching his mother finger herself while playing with her nipples, he imagined his mother watching him stroking himself. As if she was there in the room with him now, pretending she was there, he imagined his mother watching him cum. He only wished she was there watching him stroking his cock while he stared, touched, felt, and fondled her naked breasts while fingering her big nipples.

He only wished she was there to take him in her hand before taking him in her mouth and before licking him clean while sucking him to another erection again. He only wished she was there because if she was there right now, in the horny way he still was from watching her topless video and masturbating himself, he'd make love to her before fucking her. He only wished she was standing there watching him masturbate while watching him cum. He'd give anything to give his mother a masturbation show. He'd give anything to give his mother a cum bath.

"Robert! What the Hell are you doing?"

There it was again only louder this time. As if she was really there, he heard her voice again. Only, this time, she sounded even closer than she did before. This time, she really sounded as if she was in the room with him. She sounded as if she was standing beside him. Only this time, she sounded agitated, perturbed, and emotionally disturbed.

This time she sounded distraught, as if she'd be disappointed in him that he'd be masturbating over her sexy video while she was gone for the weekend. If she knew he was sitting in her red, leather recliner while jerking off over her topless 40th birthday, pool party video, no doubt, she'd be quite upset with him. Only, as soon as he's done masturbating himself, long before she's due home, he'll return the video to her panty drawer. She never know he watched it. She's never know he jerked off over see her tits.

Different in the way he imagined her reacting to seeing his prick, watching him masturbate, and cumming, in his sexual fantasy, he thought she'd sexually be excited in watching his masturbation show. He thought she'd be sexually aroused in watching him masturbate himself. He thought she'd be sexually excited in watching him cum. Yet, now, instead of imagining her staring at him with sexual lust in the way he always stares at her, he didn't understand why she sounded so agitated. Yet, she really wasn't agitated. She wasn't even there. He was only imagining that she was.

Something that wasn't part of his sexual fantasy, she sounded annoyed. She sounded angry. With him imagining her standing there watching him masturbate himself while watching him cum, her voice suddenly sounded so scolding of him, disappointed in him, and so real. He stopped stroking himself to remove his headphones and to open his eyes to look up at the imagined voice.

As if seeing a ghostly vision of her, shocked, totally flabbergasted, and discombobulated, he couldn't believe his mother was really standing beside him. In the way that he always imagined she would, he watched her staring at his erect prick. She must have been standing there when he was masturbate himself. She must have watched him stroking himself. She must have watched him cum. Oh shit, her video is on pause. Her tits are frozen on the TV screen.

"Mom? Oh shit! Oh, my God. I'm so sorry Mom. I'm so embarrassed," he said covering his exposed and still oozing prick with his hand.

Contrary to her agitation and disappointment in him, she stared at his erect prick in the way that he always imagined her staring at his cock whenever he flashed her his dick while on the couch with her and watching a movie. She stared at his cock in the way that she stared at his exposed prick when he was on the stairs and helping her with her suitcase. Instead of staring at his cock with disgust and disinterest, as she usually does before looking away, she stared at his cock with sexual interest.

In the way that he imagined her staring at her boyfriends' erect pricks, he always imagined her staring at his erect prick with the same sexual interest. Only, disappointing him and ruining his sexual fantasy, whenever he exposed his prick to her, she stared at his erect cock as if she was totally disinterested and totally disgusted instead of sexually excited. It wasn't until he flashed her his cock on the stairs that she seemed sexually interested enough to stare longer while licking her lips and playing with her hair.

Now after seeing his cock twice within a few hours, maybe she's sexually excited. Maybe she's horny. Maybe she came home to invite him on her Nude Day cruise. Maybe she rejected her boyfriend for him. Maybe they'll spend the entire Nude Day weekend naked. Only, when she tore into him, she didn't sound very horny or sexually excited. She sounded angry.

"Is this what you do when I'm not home, you masturbate? How dare you?"

His mother stood over him while staring down at his exposed, erect prick that still continued oozing a steady stream of cum while throbbing. He couldn't believe she had not only seen his erect, naked cock but also that she had seen him cum. He couldn't believe that she was staring at his erect, naked cock before looking away in shocked displeasure. Rejecting him with her look, he wished she had a better reaction to seeing his prick.

Ideally, he wished she'd fall to her knees and take him in her hand before taking him in her mouth. He wished she'd remove her tight jeans and her panties and straddle him to take him in her pussy. Now, instead of making him feel sexually excited and sexually wanted, she made him feel bad. She made him feel like the incestuous, pervert that he is. She made him feel how he imagined his father must have felt when she threw him out of the house.

Nonetheless her negative reaction to seeing his prick, a memory he'll never forget, the images of her seeing his prick were already playing through his mind in the way of an endless video. He always loved flashing his mother his cock. He only wished she enjoyed seeing his prick as much as he enjoyed showing her his prick. He only wished she enjoyed flashing him her tits, pussy, and ass in the way he enjoyed flashing her his prick.

Still, totally surprised, shocked actually, he couldn't believe she had been standing there watching him masturbate himself. He couldn't believe she had just watched him shoot a huge load of cum all over his chest, his stomach, his thighs, and his hand. Instead of turning away or walking away, he couldn't believe she was still standing there watching his cock oozing cum while involuntarily throbbing, pulsating, and bouncing up and down.

Her widened eyes were in direct conflict with her angry attitude. Her body language revealed to him everything that he needed to know about his mother's sexual interest in him. In the way she did on the stairs when seeing his cock, she did everything but run her hands through her hair and slowly lick her lips with her tongue. In the way she was staring at his engorged prick, she did everything but take him in her hand before falling to her knees to take him in her mouth.

Even though he tried covering his erection with his hand, he couldn't. His cock was too big for him to totally conceal with his hand and long fingers. He looked up at her with shock mixed with sexual excitement. He looked up at her wishing she'd make a sexual move instead of giving him her dissatisfaction and discontent. He looked up at her with love and lust while she looked down at him with distain and disgust. Hoping to change the subject, he made this about her instead of about him.

"Ma! What are you doing here? I thought you were gone on a Nude Day cruise for the Nude Day weekend with Mark, George, Harry, or William, whoever it is you're dating now," he said with jealousy and possessiveness.

He watched her still staring at what she could still see of his exposed prick before he made a move to cover his cock less with his hand and to wipe it with a tissue. She shot him a look that told him that she felt guilty about her current, promiscuous dating situation, while looking for Mr. Right. Moreover, she seemed personally offended that he'd dare make a comment of her recently dating and having sex with several, different men. As if he had just insulted her and as if she had just eaten something unpleasant that was too horrible to digest, she made a sour face. With him still holding his cock in his hand and holding it up to her as if offering it to her, he was about to see the real nature of his loving mother.

"You talk to me as if I'm a slut because I have a few dates with different men while you're sitting in my red, leather recliner with your hand around your cock masturbating yourself," she said looking from him to look at the TV. She fell silent while staring at her frozen topless image of herself from her stolen DVD. She turned to him with outrage. "Oh, my God! How dare you?"

As if she couldn't believe her eyes, she turned from him to look back at the TV again. When she first looked at the TV it was obvious that she didn't immediately recognize her image. Now it registered why he was sitting in her red, leather recliner masturbating. Now she knew why he had been masturbating and why he had ejaculated so hard and so much.

"Sorry Mom. I didn't mean any disrespect by my remark," he said trying to change the subject again by taking her attention from him and putting it more on her.

Then, when she realized what was playing on the TV, she looked at him with shocked anger.

"Is that me topless? Is this my 40th birthday, naked, pool party video?" She looked from the TV to look at him. 

'Naked pool party? His mother was naked?'

Now he was kicking himself for stopping the video.

"Robert! How could you do this to me? I'm so very embarrassed. How could invade my privacy in such an invasive way? I can't believe you saw my tits," she said putting her hands to cover her breasts as if she was standing there topless. "I can't believe you saw me naked. How could you? How dare you? You sneaky, ungrateful, little pervert."

She looked at him with humiliation but with a tiny twinge of sexual excitement, no doubt that he had seen her topless and had been masturbating over seeing her naked body.

He couldn't remove the thought of her being naked in the video. Had he not stopped the video, he would have seen his mother naked instead of just seeing her topless. Not having yet gotten to the good part, he didn't even get by seeing her big, naked tits before he started cumming. Too sexually excited to go any further, he never saw the rest of the video. He didn't see his mother naked.

Now he wished he hadn't stopped it. Now he wished he had played it all the way through. If only he could have controlled himself from cumming when seeing her big tits, he would have seen more of the video. He would have seen her naked ass and her naked pussy. He would have learned the answer to his question, is she bushy, trimmed, or bald?

"Sorry Mom," he said wiping cum from himself with tissues while his mother watched him.

Only, he wasn't sorry for watching her pool party video. He wasn't even sorry that she caught him masturbating and cumming. He was happy. If he was anything, he was sexually excited, the most sexually excited he's ever been. Sexually excited enough to take whatever consequences she gave him, he just hoped she didn't throw him out of her house in the way that she did with his father.

With her standing there looking, staring, and watching him exposing his half erect cock to her again, he took his sweet time wiping cum from his naked body. With this possibly the last time she ever sees his prick, in the way that she gave him a good look of her tits in her 40th birthday video, he made sure that he gave his mother a good look of his semi-erect cock. Knowing she was going to confiscate her video, he only wished he had the time to watch the rest of her naked, birthday video. He only wished he had seen his mother naked. Naked, naked, naked, he would have loved to see his mother naked. Yet, a long time coming, he was happy to have seen her tits.

Now he wondered if any of her friends were topless and/or naked too. Now he wondered if there were any men at her naked, birthday, pool party. If there were men at her birthday party, now he wondered if she had sex with the men later in the video. Now, he more than suspected that she left that video where she knew he'd not only find it but also watch it. Obviously, he wasn't as dumb as she thinks he is. Obviously, she's not as morally modest as he thinks she is.

In the way she was looking at him and staring at his cock, he half expected her to help him clean the cum from his naked body. He only wished she would help him clean up his mess of cum by taking his cock in her hand before taking his cock in her mouth and then in her pussy. Putting his cock away, he put on his pajama bottoms. Had he not been so sexually excited that his mother not only saw his erection but also watched him masturbate himself and ejaculate a huge load of cum, he would have been just as embarrassed as she was.

Only, truth be told, he wasn't embarrassed at all. He was too sexually aroused to be embarrassed. Finally, he saw her naked tits. Finally, she saw him not only masturbate but also cum. Finally, twice in one day, she got a good, long look at his cock.

He couldn't believe he finally saw his mother's tits. He couldn't believe his mother saw his erection. He couldn't believe his mother watched him masturbate himself. He couldn't believe his mother watched him cum. He couldn't believe his mother was still standing there, under the pretense that she was angry while still staring at his cock before he stood and put on his pajama bottoms.

If anything, he was sexually excited that he saw her tits. If anything, he was sexually excited that she saw his erect prick. If anything, he was sexually excited that she watched him masturbate himself. If anything, he was sexually excited that she saw him cum. Unless she threw him out of her house, which he didn't think she would, from now on, he had a funny feeling that things between them would change forever. Always close to her before, he sensed that he'd be even closer to her now, hopefully sexually closer to her.

* * * * *

With the thoughts of what just happened playing over again in his head, his mother not only caught him masturbating but also she caught him cumming too. Then, when she saw that he was watching her naked 40th birthday, pool party video, the fact that she thinks he saw her naked is beyond sexually exciting. Now, all he wanted to do was to masturbate over all that just happened.

He saw his mother's tits. He couldn't believe he saw his mother's tits. His mother saw his erect cock. He couldn't believe his mother saw his erect cock. His mother saw him masturbating. He couldn't believe his mother watch him masturbate himself. His Mom saw him cum. He couldn't believe his mother watched him cum. He couldn't believe his mother watched him masturbate himself and cum in the way that he'd love for her to masturbate him or for him to masturbate her. 

Dizzy with sexual excitement, he hasn't been this sexually excited since after having seen his mother's tits and after having exposed his erection to her. He couldn't believe his mother saw him shooting his warm, oozy load of cum all over his chest, his thighs, and his hand in the way he wished her could have shot his load in her pussy and/or in her mouth. Maybe in the way she was sexually excited about receiving a cum bath when she was drunk, she was sexually excited watching him, her son, giving himself a cum bath. He'd love nothing more than to give his mother a cum bath. Other than to cum in her mouth and/or in her pussy, he'd love nothing more than to cum all over her beautiful breasts, her pretty face, and her long, blonde hair. In the way she watched him, he wished he could have watched her masturbate herself and cum.

Only wishing he had the time to watch the whole video before his mother abruptly interrupted his fun, he'll be masturbating over what he saw of her naked 40th birthday DVD for the rest of his life. He saw his mother topless. He saw his mother's tits. He couldn't believe he saw his mother's tits.

With him seeing his mother's tits and with her seeing his cock when cumming, by far, with nothing coming close in comparison, no matter what the holiday, better than any Christmas and better than any birthday, this was the best Nude Day he's ever had. Even better than watching nearly naked models protesting in front of a furrier for the ethical treatment of animals, this by far, is the best day of his life. Even though he knew he'd get a ration of shit from his mother for going through her lingerie drawer and watching her naked video, she still stood there staring while watching him masturbate himself. She still stood there staring while watching him cum. Seeing her naked tits on the video and then having her watch him masturbate and ejaculate was well worth whatever amount of anger that she'd dump on him.




Mom & Son Sexy Nude Day Surprise Ch. 06



"You went through my underwear drawer?" Not even waiting for him to respond, she shot him a dirty look before verbally attacking him and raising her voice with each question. "Where you feeling my bras and checking the tags for the size of my breasts while imagining you were feeling my bra clad breasts or sucking my naked tits? Is that what you do? You imagine feeling Mommy's tits while fingering Mommy's nipples? Is that why you go through my drawer of brassieres?"

He was so tempted to say yes. Only, she looked at him as if he was a monster instead of her son. She looked at him with anger. Yet, even though she looked at him with outrage that he invaded her privacy by going through her lingerie and watching her personal, private, 40th birthday, pool party video, she looked at him with a flash of sexual excitement.

'Is she sexually aroused? What was that about?' 

Not letting him get away with it, obviously determined to make him see his mistakes, she continued lambasting him and haranguing him.

"Were you feeling and sniffing my panties while imagining feeling me when I'm in them? Is that what you do? You imagine feeling Mommy's ass and pussy? Is that why you go through my panty drawer? Must I put a lock on my lingerie drawer Robert? Must I padlock my bedroom door to keep you out of my personal things?"

Again, he wanted to say yes, that he feels and sniffs her panties while imagining her in them. Yet, even though he was full of shame, remorse, and embarrassment, all of that was superseded by his sexual excitement. He gave her with a pitiful albeit sexually excited look.

"Sorry," he said really not meaning it.

She looked at him with anger before looking at him with compassionate understanding.

"Sorry? Is that all you have to say for yourself?" She shot him a look of disappointment. "You don't look very sorry to me."

He felt like such a shit that not only for violating his mother's privacy but more for being caught. Had she not walked in on him, with her never knowing that he saw her topless and naked, he would have watched the entire video. Had she not walked in on him, he would have masturbated at least two more times. He would have seen her naked. As if in a drug induced daze, he would have masturbated himself over and again while watching his mother's 40th birthday, naked, pool party video.

"Sorry," he said again as if he was Matt Damon playing Will Hunting when caught by Professor Gerald Lambeau, the Massachusetts Institute of Technology's math professor, while writing the correct answer on the hall blackboard in Good Will Hunting.

She looked at him as if he was nuts and he was. He was nuts over her. If he was crazy, he was crazy with incestuous lust for her.

"Must I take you to see a psychiatrist for professional help? How dare you invade my privacy in such a disgusting, incestuous, sexual way by masturbating over my 40th birthday video? How dare you take advantage of my trust? What's wrong with you Robert? What's wrong with you? Why are you so sexually attracted to me, your own mother? It's not right. It's not normal. It's just nasty."

Now he felt like the pervert that he is. Having never seen her as mad, as if he was a bad dog caught going through the garbage or caught peeing on the carpet, he put his head down. Only, he wasn't sorry. He was too sexually excited to be sorry. He saw her tits and she saw his erect cock. She caught him masturbating and watched him cum. He couldn't wait to masturbate again while envisioning his drunken mother topless and waving her bikini bra over her head. If he was sorry about anything, he was sorry that he didn't have the time to watch the whole damn video. He was sorry that he didn't have the chance to see his mother naked.

'Naked, naked, naked,' he wished he could have seen his mother naked. If only he saw her naked, he'd had masturbation fodder for the rest of his life.

In the way a dog lifts his paw up in a defiantly aggressive move, his cock was still standing at attention while waiting for her to touch it, stroke it, suck it, and fuck it. Obviously, in the way that he was so very sexually excited that his mother stood there staring at his exposed prick, even if she was looking at his cock with disdain and disgust, he'll never forget her watching him masturbate himself and watching him cum. He wasn't sorry. Not at all. If he was anything, he was happy.

Obviously, he wasn't sorry that he went through her underwear drawer. He wasn't sorry that he routinely feels her bras while imagining feeling her breasts through her blouse and bra. He wasn't sorry that he feels and sniffs her panties while imagining kissing his mother and reaching beneath her short skirt to feel her panty clad ass and pussy. Just as there's no way that he was sorry for flashing her his cock now, there's no way that he was sorry that he watched her 40th birthday, naked, pool party video. For sure, he wasn't sorry that she caught him masturbating and for sure he wasn't sorry that she saw him cum.

Absolutely for sure, he wasn't sorry that she saw his cock, watched him masturbate, and saw him cum. With the image of her topless still playing through his mind as if a looping video, he surely wasn't sorry that he watched that 40th birthday video of his mother topless. Topless, topless, topless, matter of fact, he couldn't wait to watch it again to see her naked tits. He couldn't wait to watch it again to hopefully see his mother naked. Naked, naked, naked, now that he knows she's naked on her video, he couldn't wait to watch the video again and to finally see his mother naked. 

Topless, topless, topless, he finally saw his mother topless. He finally saw her tits, her areolas, and her nipples. Naked, naked, naked, now he couldn't wait to see his mother naked. In addition to seeing her tits, he couldn't wait to see her ass and her pussy. He couldn't wait to watch her sexy video again while masturbating himself.

If all of that wasn't enough, she saw his erection and watched him cum. Oh, my God. He'll never forget this day. He'll be masturbating over this one sexual experience that he had with his mother for the rest of his life. He only wished she had reached out and touched his erection. He only wished she had wrapped her hand around his naked cock and stroked his erect prick. He only wished she had taken him in her mouth and sucked him to a harder erection before allowing him to cum in her mouth.

"Sorry Mom," he said again. Only, he wasn't sorry. If anything he was happy. "I, um, was just horny. I, um, was hoping to find topless and/or naked photos of you when I found your video."

She stared at him as if he had wrecked her car or killed her dog.

"Please remove the video from the DVR and return my personal, private property where you found it. No, never mind, I'll do it. I don't want you going through my underwear drawer again," she said. "I'm very disappointed in you Robert, so very disappointed," she said ejecting the video, turning off the DVR, and turning off the TV. "How dare you ruin my trust that I have in you by invading my privacy?"

In the way that he wanted to lift up her short skirt, pull down her panties, put her over his knee, and spank her naked ass, he wondered if she was disappointed enough in him to give him a spanking too. He'd love nothing better than to feel his mother's naked ass while spanking her. Actually, she has been bad, very bad, for having sex with so many different men and for allowing them to give her a cum bath. Seemingly a different boyfriend every few months, it was hard to keep track. Yet, not all her fault, these married men have been using her for sex.

Nonetheless her promiscuous sex life, he wondered if she was disappointed enough in him to pull down his pants and underwear and put him over her knee to spank his naked, ass red too. He'd love nothing more than to feel his mother's soft, warm hand on his bare-naked ass. In the sexually aroused way he felt right now, if she spanked his naked ass, humping her leg in the way of the dirty dog that he is, he'd cum all over her leg. He wouldn't mind being submissive to his mother and allowing her to control him and boss him around, as long as she gave him sex.

'Robert, mop the kitchen floor, vacuum the whole house, walk the dog, take out the trash, and dinner better be on the table when I come home,' he imagined her giving him her orders for the day.

'Yes Mother,' he imagined replying.

'If you're a good boy, maybe I'll allow you to sleep with me in my bed,' he imagined her saying with a wink and a sexy smile.

* * * * *

Lost in a sexual fantasy of his mother being his Dominatrix, he returned himself to present time to answer her.

"Sorry Mom," he said while quickly changing the subject with his next response. "What are you doing home? I thought you'd be gone the entire weekend celebrating Nude Day with someone special," he said without the accusatory, possessive, and jealous tone that he had before.

She looked from him to look at the jar of gel and the boxes of tissues before looking back at him.

"Obviously, judging by your masturbation aids, you were happy to be home alone without me," she said looking at his masturbation supplies. "With the jar of gel and the box of tissues, it looks like you had your whole weekend planned," she said with a snide, little laugh before giving him a disappointed sneer.

An unemployed college graduate, suddenly he felt like that loser that he is. He looked from her to look at his masturbation aids before returning his focus to his mother.

"I can't help my hormones mother. You were my age once. You know what it's like to be horny and not have someone sexually in your life," he said with a shrug and without apologizing.

He fell silent for a minute while studying her.

"You need to find a job so that you have money enough to go on a date and have a girlfriend. Everyone needs someone," she said with compassionate understanding.

He looked up at her and nodded his head in agreement.

"So why are you here instead of celebrating a romantic Nude Day on a boat somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean with someone special? With us enjoying this mild patch of winter, I thought you'd be on your way to Provincetown, Woods Hole, or Martha's Vineyard by now," he said covering his erection with his hands that showed through his pajama bottoms.

She looked at him with hurt and sadness.

"Yeah, well, I most definitely wanted to go on a romantic cruise and would have celebrated a passionate Nude Day with my special someone," she said with a long, sad pause. "Only, once again, my special someone isn't as special as I thought he is. Just before we left the dock, I saw there were five other men aboard the boat instead of five other couples. Once again, I was the only woman," she said looking at him with sadness while he looked at her with sexual excitement. "Once again, I was the sexual entertainment. They all thought that they were all going to have their wicked, sexual way with me for the entire weekend."

As long as she was a willing and consensual participant, he'd love to watch his mother being gangbanged by six men. Only, she didn't look so willing. She looked hurt and angry. She looked embarrassed that she had blurted out her sexual confession. 

"Sorry Mom that your weekend was ruined," he said.

She suddenly looked so sad. She looked at him as if she was about to cry.

"Obviously just like the last time, I was going to be their gangbang entertainment," she said surprising him by being so forthcoming about what happened to her.

She revealed even more of her sexual life than he heard eavesdropping on her personal, private phone conversation with her now ex-boyfriend.

"Sorry Mom," was all that he could utter when instead he wanted to hold her and comfort her.

Remaining silent to allow her to continued, he wanted to remove the focus from him.

"Then, when he lowered the sun visor in his car to retrieve his sunglasses, a picture fell on the car seat of his wife and three kids," she said with anger. "He was about to take me on a romantic Nude Day cruise when he's married with children, the pig. Not only did he lie about there being six couples instead of six drunken, horny men on the cruise but he's married with children."

Feeling her pain, he looked at her with sadness.

"That bastard," he said.

He had a good mind to go down to the dock and beat the shit out of her boyfriend.

"There was never going to be a romantic Nude Day cruise. I was just there for the sexual entertainment of his friends," she said falling silent before speaking again. "Just like the last time, he expect that I'd suck them all and fuck them all while he videotaped it all."

He looked at her with understanding. He looked at her with compassion. He looked at her with as much lust as he looked at her with love now that he knew there was a videotape of his mother somewhere of her having gangbang sex with six men. There's a videotape of her receiving a cum bath. There's a videotape of her sucking and fucking six men.

"Sorry, Mom," he said again while not knowing what else to say when all he wanted to do was to masturbate over the thought of watching her videotape.

She looked at him with frustration.

"Obviously that picture of his wife and kids was a picture that he forgot was there and forgot to hide. He claims he's getting a divorce but I heard that lying line before from men. Besides I could tell by the look in his eyes that he only wanted me for one thing and that one thing wasn't love," she said looking as if she was about to cry. "That one thing was sex, gangbang sex with him and his five, horny friends for the whole weekend."

They looked at one another without speaking before he spoke.

"Sorry Mom," he said removing one of his hands from covering his erection that tented his pajama bottoms to touch her hand with his.

She looked down at his hand in the way that he always stared at her the impressions of her big breasts made through her clothes.

"Much like all of the other men I meet, with none of them wanting to commit, he only wanted me for sex," she said with sadness. "I'm tired of being used and abused for sex. And then to find you watching my private video of me naked with your hand around your cock while cumming is just too much for me to take," she said giving her son a sad look. "To find out that my own son is no better than any man who's sexually used and abused me is difficult for me to understand."

Now, having disappointed her, he felt like such a shit. He felt like all of the other men in her life who only wanted to sexually use and abuse her. Even though she ruined his weekend of masturbation while watching her X-rated video, he was glad that she was home with him for Nude Day. With him only seeing the part of the video where she was topless, he couldn't wait to watch the video again to see her naked. Only, she took the video and wherever she was going to put it, now having to wait until she wasn't home again, he'd have to go looking for it again.

Maybe the other video is here somewhere too. Maybe her ex-boyfriend has that video or maybe she demanded that he return it before she left. Maybe the video is in her pocketbook. Now, even more excited over her gangbang video than he was over her 40th birthday, pool party video, he couldn't wait to watch them.

Robert looked at his mother with as much love as he looked at her with lust. Only, if he knew she'd be home, he would have scraped up a few dollars to buy her flowers. He knew that thoughtful gesture would go a long way in improving her mood. Thinking she wouldn't be home until Nude Day was over, he figured that when she did come home, she'd be on cloud nine after having a romantic weekend away and having sex with her boyfriend all weekend long.

"I'm so sorry Mom," he said meaning it this time.

He stood and stepped to her to hug her and, just as he was about to put his arms around her, she stopped him with a stiff arm to his chest.

"Eww. Gross. Go wash your hands please before you touch me," she said. "Matter of fact. Please take a shower. You smell like sex. You smell like cum," she said holding her hands up to her shoulders as if he was diseased. "And don't say sorry Mom again. Just go take your shower while I clean my recliner with disinfectant."

"Okay," said Robert. 

* * * * *

Robert used the guest bedroom bathroom instead of the master bedroom bathroom to shower. While his mother was away for her romantic, Nude Day weekend with her current boyfriend after dumping the last boyfriend who only wanted her for sex, he was hoping to use her bathroom. He didn't understand any man who was unable to commit to his mother. As far as he was concerned, she was special. A quality, one in a million type of woman, she was the most beautiful and sexy woman that he knew.

If he wasn't her son, he'd do her. If she wasn't his mother, he'd vow his love to her and commit to her. Yet, being that he's her son, he'd still do her mother. Only, his mother would never do him. His mother may be a slut, even a whore, but she's not an incestuous whore.

Sadly, his mother wasn't sexually attracted to him in the way that he was sexually attracted to her but she was staring at his exposed prick before he covered it with his pajama bottoms. Then again, she was staring at his exposed cock on the stairs as she was leaving and again when she caught him masturbating. Perhaps his mother is as horny as he is. Perhaps his mother is as sexually attracted to him as he is to her. Wouldn't that be something if she was? Perhaps the reason why she can't keep a boyfriend is because she wants him.

She's so sexy. She's so beautiful. More than her sex appeal and beauty, she's intelligent and talented. Maybe with her being so mechanically inclined and with her knowing as much about car repair and home renovation as the average man did, perhaps men found her intimidating. Able to support and care for herself, perhaps men wanted a woman who was more needy and clingy.

Seemingly unable to find a man to commit to her, with the free time she had by not dating, she spent her time remodeling and redecorating her house. Just remodeled, her bathroom is much nicer and bigger than his smaller and outdated bathroom. While imagining showering with her and imagining her naked, he would have enjoyed showering in the same space and in the same place where his mother showered her beautiful, naked body. He'd love nothing more than to masturbate in her shower knowing that his mother showers and possibly masturbates there too.

Wishing he was one of her boyfriends instead of her son, he could only imagine how hot it would be to shower with his mother. He could only imagine what it must be like to be with her naked in the shower while soaping up one another's naked bodies. He could only imagine what it would feel like to push her wet, naked body up against the slate wall of her shower and hump her while fucking her. Wanting to masturbate again, this time over the imagined image of showering with his mother and over his mother having a gangbang, there's so much that he wished he could sexually do with his mother than just masturbating over the video of seeing her tits.

Replaying all that happened again over in his mind, he still couldn't believe that she saw his erect prick. He still couldn't believe that she watched him masturbate. He still couldn't believe that she saw him cum. He still couldn't believe that he saw her tits. What a day? What an unbelievable day. Never forgetting this Nude Day as the day he jerked off in front of his mother while staring at her tits, he'll be masturbating over this day for the rest of his life.

Only, just as he started enjoying his shower while thinking about masturbating again to all that just happened, something she's never ever done with him before but always wishing she would, his mother barged in the bathroom and opened the shower door. With the warm water, along with his sexual fantasy of showering with his mother heating his incestuous passion for her, he stood there for her to see him in all of his glory before he realized that he wasn't alone. As if he was having a sexual fantasy of his mother standing there staring at his naked body, he couldn't believe his mother was standing there outside of the shower while staring down at his semi-hard cock.




Mom & Son Sexy Nude Day Surprise Ch. 06



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Mom & Son Sexy Nude Day Surprise Ch. 07



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While spanking the monkey, there's nothing like a long, hot shower, literally and figuratively...with Mom.

As soon as Donna opened her son's bathroom door, feeling the cold air rushing in his warm bathroom, Robert knew there was someone in the bathroom with him. Suspecting it was his mother, who else would it be, instantly he was sexually aroused. Maybe she needed to get something from his medicine chest, a bandage or a pain pill. Why ever she was there, with her in his bathroom while he was naked, he was tempted to open the shower door to flash her his cock. He was tempted to emerge from the shower naked and dry himself with a tiny face cloth while she watched.

"Honey, if you used a bigger towel, you wouldn't be continually flashing me your cock," he imagined her saying.

Being that the only other person living there with him was his mother, he knew his mother was in his bathroom while he was taking a shower. Maybe she wanted to talk to him. Maybe she had something important to say. Maybe she was leaving to go out and what she had to tell him was something that couldn't wait. Maybe she needed something that was in his bathroom.

Were it not for all the steam that covered his glass, shower door, she'd see him naked. Giving him more to masturbate over besides seeing her tits on her 40th birthday video, he'd love for his mother to see him naked. Only, why was she in the bathroom while he was showering? She never enters his bathroom when he's in here. She never invades his privacy in such a brazenly bizarre way.

"Mom? What are you doing? I'm taking a shower," he said.

When he saw his mother standing there standing outside his shower door, unable to stop himself from doing so, instead of stroking his cock for her, he had an involuntary reaction to cover his nakedness from her, so he did. Even though she couldn't clearly see him as he couldn't clearly see her either, involuntarily, he still lowered his hands to cover his penis, testicles, and pubic hair from her detection nonetheless. In direct opposition to what he really wanted to do, instead of protecting his modesty, being that she was standing there in his bathroom, he immorally, immodestly, incestuously, and shamelessly wanted to flash her his cock. He so wanted to expose his prick to his mother again in the way he had just done before when she caught him masturbating and when his cock poked out of his pajama pee hole when he rushed down the stairs to help her with her suitcase.

Confused, ashamed, and embarrassed, no doubt the same emotions his mother felt when she caught him watching her nude video, he didn't know why she burst in his bathroom while he was showering but she did. Just standing there staring, she was watching him taking a shower in the way he imagined barging in her bathroom to watch her take a shower. Where his favorite movie, "Spanking the Monkey" left off, a son helping his mother shower after she broke her leg, he'd love nothing more than for his mother to help him shower while massaging his third leg. He'd love nothing more than for his mother to strip off her clothes and climb in his shower with him. Only, nothing more than a sexual fantasy, something like that would never happen. 

Yet, even though he recently discovered that his mother is a slut, she's not an incestuous whore. She'd never solicit him for sex in the way that he'd love to initiate having sex with her. She's his beloved mother, albeit a mother that he'd love to fuck. Obviously, for her to rant over him masturbating while he watched her naked video, she doesn't sexually want him in the way that he sexually wants her. Nonetheless, with her standing there for a period of time watching him stroke himself before he noticed she was standing there, she was staring at his cock and she stayed to watch him cum. 

Tits, ass, and pussy for cock, ass, and balls, now that she's standing in his bathroom while he's showering, he wondered if it was acceptable for him to stand in her bathroom while she was showering. He always wanted to barge in on his mother when she was dressing, undressing, and/or showering. Only under what pretense would he give as the reason why he was in her bathroom while she showered? He could always say that he had something really important to tell her, something that couldn't wait until she was dressed. He could say that he had a splinter and needed to borrow her tweezers.

A sexual fantasy he had over again while masturbating and wished would come true, he imagined watching his mother washing herself through her glass, shower door. Not ruffled by his brazen attempt to see her naked, he imagined his mother stepping out of the shower naked and asking him to hand her a towel. He imagined handing her a facecloth. He imagined her drying her naked body in front of him with that tiny, revealing facecloth while they made small talk. In the way that she now parades around him in her panty and bra, he imagined her walking around him while topless and/or naked.

The next progression, he'd love nothing more than for his mother to walk around him naked in the way that he'd love to walk around her naked. Only and again, with her not being the incestuous whore that he wished she was, something like that would never happen. Lucky that she walks around him in her panty and bra, something she never did before. It wasn't until he graduated college to live with her that she walked around him in her underwear. Yet, she'd never walk around him topless and/or naked. For sure and without a doubt, if she walked around him topless and/or naked, the next logical progression in their incestuous relationship would be to have sex.

Yet, the unanswered question remains, why was she in his bathroom while he was showering? Knowing his mother as well as he does, giving him a taste of his own medicine, in the way that he had invaded her privacy by snooping through her panty drawer and taking her video, obviously she's now invading his privacy too. Only backfiring on her, he doesn't care if she sees him naked in the way that she's obviously embarrassed for him to see her topless and/or naked. In the way she's morally modest, he's immorally immodest. He'd love nothing more than to flash her his cock again and again.

With her already in a mood after she discovered her boyfriend is married with kids, obviously, this is just her being pissed. With her already in a mood that her Nude Day cruise was ruined, no doubt, this is just her being bitchy. With her already in a mood after discovering that her boyfriend just wanted to use her to sexually satisfy his friends again, sadly yet understandably and regrettably, she probably now hates all men. With her already in a mood after catching him watching her 40th birthday, naked pool party video while masturbating, she's probably not too crazy about him either.

A son who'd masturbate over his topless mother is perversely perverted and despicably deranged. Obviously and psychologically there's something wrong with a son who'd want to have sex with his mother. Unable to help himself from ogling her nearly naked body, with her walking around him in her barely there bikini, her bra and panties, and/or her sexy, low cut, short nightgown, he can't help himself from staring, leering, and ogling while lusting sexually over his mother. He can't help himself from masturbating over the incestuous thoughts of seeing his mother naked and having his sexual way with her.

In the way she never allows anything to slide by him without her disapproving comment, no doubt, she's probably in his bathroom to scold him with more crap about him invading her privacy. Confident in her demeanor and boldly opinionate, a woman of substance, his mother is a strong and intelligent woman, the kind of women that he hopes to marry one day. By invading his privacy in the way he did to her, she probably thinks she's teaching him a lesson for going through her underwear drawer in the way that he did for him to find her naked video. Yet, worth whatever punishment she dishes out to him, short of her throwing him out of her house, he saw her tits.

He saw her topless. He saw the sexy shape of his mother's beautiful C cup breasts. A sight to behold and a sight he'll never forget, he saw his mother's areolas and nipples. An image she can never remove from his horny, incestuous mind and a sight he's been longing to see, he saw his mother topless. He'll be masturbating over that video for the rest of his life. Only, now on a mission, his task is to find that video again and watch it all the way through. For the time being, if he does nothing else with his life, his life's mission is to see his mother naked.

Now that he knows his mother is naked on the video, maybe her girlfriends are topless and/or naked too. Maybe she or two of her girlfriends had sex with one another. Maybe his mother is a closet lesbian. Maybe she's bi-sexual. Maybe she enjoys licking pussy as much as she enjoys sucking cock.

'Wow!' He'd love to see his mother with another woman as much as he'd love to watch her having sex with a man. 'Wouldn't that be something to watch?'

Maybe there were naked men at her naked, birthday, pool party. Maybe she or some of her girlfriends had sex with them. In the way of Pamela Anderson, Paris Hilton, and Kim Kardashian's sex tapes, maybe his mother's birthday video is nothing more than a sex DVD. He'd love to watch his mother sucking and fucking a multitude of men while imagining her sucking and fucking him too.

'Wow!' 

Maybe she's jealously, sexually excited that he saw her naked and now she wants to see him naked too. With her obviously embarrassed that she thinks he had already seen her naked body, even though he had only seen her topless, she probably thinks that she'll embarrass him by seeing him naked too. No doubt with her thinking that he had seen her naked, she's probably humiliated and pissed that he watched her naked video while masturbating over her naked video. Only, instead of embarrassing him by coming in his bathroom while he's showering, she's sexually exciting him. If anything, she's empowering him. Now, he won't think twice about walking in her bathroom while she'd showering or barging in her bedroom while she's dressing or undressing.

Just by the thought of his mother seeing him naked and seeing his cock, he already has an erection. He'd love nothing more than for his mother to see his erect cock again. He'd love nothing better than for his mother to take a shower with him. He'd love nothing more for his mother to stroke his erect prick before sucking his erect prick and before fucking his erect prick. An unbelievable prelude to Nude Day, he can't wait to masturbate over all that's happened today.

With her naked in the part of the video that he hadn't yet seen, he only wished she had given him time to watch the rest of it. Obviously, she was probably totally grossed out that he masturbated himself over her perceived naked body in that video while seated in her precious, red leather recliner. What kind of sick son masturbates over his topless mother? Taking incest to the nth degree, when she's his mother and he's her son, how dare he masturbate in her chair over watching her naked, pool party video? What's wrong with him for him to do that?

Taking incest to the nth degree, when he's her son and she's his mother, how dare she barge in his bathroom while he's taking a shower? What's wrong with her for her to do that? Now that the incestuous ice is broken, he couldn't wait to barge in her bathroom while she was taking her shower. He couldn't wait to barge in her bedroom while she was dressing or undressing. He couldn't wait to see her topless and/or naked.

With her now standing in his bathroom while he's showering, hoping that she wants to see more, perhaps she enjoyed the masturbation show that he gave her. He liked thinking that it sexually excited her to watch him stroke his cock. He liked thinking that it sexually aroused her to watching him cum. Perhaps, his mother is just as horny as he is. Perhaps his mother sexually wants him as much as he sexually wants her. If she's not horny and if she doesn't sexually want him, and if she doesn't want to see any more of his naked body, then why is she here now in the bathroom with him while he's showering?

Baffled by her bizarre behavior, he watched her through his fogged up shower door standing there and staring at him. He watched her stare down at his hand covering his cock and testicles before she stared back up at him. A look he had never seen on her face before and a look that he routinely has on his face when staring at her, she had a sexy look on his face. It was then that he wondered if she was thinking what he was thinking and what he was thinking was having sex with her.

Instead of standing there in her low cut top and skintight jeans, the clothes she returned home wearing, she was standing there in her low cut bra and sheer, sexy, bikini panty. With him accustomed to seeing his mother in her panty and bra, he didn't think of anything in seeing her in her underwear. His only thought was why was she in his bathroom in her underwear now? Unable to even imagine her reasons for doing anything she does, he had no idea. He only wished she'd strip off her underwear and join him in the shower.

With her never entering his bathroom before when he was showering, he didn't know why she was there now. With him always imagining her entering his bathroom while he was showering, he was happy that she was standing there now. Even though she couldn't see him very well and he could barely see her through all of the steam, as if he was imagining her, it still sexually excited him to see her standing there. He wondered what she wanted. He wondered why she was standing there staring at him in the way that he envisioned himself staring at her should he ever find himself standing in her bathroom while she was showering.

With him always imagining entering her bathroom while she was showering, he didn't dare invade her privacy in the way that she invaded his privacy now. Only, now with her standing there staring at him and watching him, maybe this is his green light to do the same to her too. With her lathering her naked body with soap, he imagined watching her washing her tits, her pussy, and her ass. He'd love nothing more than to watch his mother taking her shower. He'd love nothing more than to take a naked shower with his naked mother. Pushing her up against her cold, slate wall, he'd love nothing more than to have sex with her in her newly remodeled shower.

"Mom?" Then, when she opened his shower door, stepped in the shower with him, and closed the shower door behind her, he couldn't believe his eyes. "What are you doing?"

Suddenly he felt like Norman Bates from the Bates Motel or like Ray Aibelli from Spanking the Monkey. Suddenly he felt like Jimmy West in Little Boy Blue or Bubby in Bad Boy Bubby. As if she stood beneath a waterfall in some remote tropical island, in a minute her bra and panty were totally transparent. As if she was standing there naked, clearly, he could see her nipples and her trimmed patch of blonde pubic hair. In a minute, she was all wet, sopping wet. She was so wet. As if standing there naked, he could see every perfect line, fold, and crease of her beautiful body. 

"Being that you've been so very horny lately," she said staring down at his hand that covered his cock while running a slow tongue across her lips. "Obviously you were horny enough to invade my privacy by snooping through my lingerie drawer. Obviously you were horny enough to masturbate while watching my naked, pool party video."

He looked down at where she was looking in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, Mom," he said yet again.

Unable to look at his mother, he kept his head down in shame.

"Sorry? You're not sorry," she said as if she was scolding her dog or her prepubescent child. 

Truth be told, he wasn't sorry. Instead of apologizing to her yet again, he had the urge to strip off her bra and panty, push her up against his shower wall, and fuck her, really fuck her.

"You're right Mom. I'm not sorry that I saw your birthday video. If anything, as you already know, I was sexually excited and sexually aroused enough to masturbate over you. If I'm sorry about anything, I'm sorry you caught me watching your video while masturbating over you," he said. "If I'm sorry about anything, I'm sorry that I wasn't able to watch your video over and again."

She gave him an understanding smile.

"Obviously, never crossing your mind, you were horny enough that you didn't care that I'm your mother and you're my son. Apparently it doesn't make a difference to you that what we're doing now with me standing in your shower with you naked and me practically naked is incestuous behavior and something that a mother should never do with her son," she said.

Even though she deemed this as incestuous, instead of feeling that he was doing something wrong, he felt that he was doing something normal, natural, and right.

"If anything, it feels right and not bad," he said justifying why he wasn't feeling guilty of not only wanting to see his mother naked but also in wanted to have sex with her.

Instead of disagreeing with him or arguing with him, she gave him an understanding nod.

"Not wanting to make an issue of you invading my privacy in too much of a negative way, I realize that it's your hormones driving your perverse actions. Instead of continuing to berate you and make you feel bad about yourself, I thought I'd give you a sexy treat for Nude Day," she said with a sexy smile instead of an angry look.

'Huh? What? A sexy treat?'

What just happened that changed her from an angry bitch back to his sexy MILF of a mother? He had no idea. Yet, whatever happened to transform his mother back to the way she was before she caught him watching and masturbating over her DVD, he was happy. He was glad that he hadn't ruined their close relationship by going through her lingerie, watching her video, and masturbating over the sight of her big tits.

He liked her better this way with her standing in his shower while in her see-through panty and bra and with him standing there naked next to her. Tempted to do so and not sure why he wasn't, he felt so much closer to her that he wanted to hug her and kiss her. He imagined pushing her up his shower wall, stripping off her underwear, and having sex with her right here and right now.

Yet, amazed that she was standing there in her underwear while getting all wet, he couldn't even guess what she wanted. Of course the obvious reason would be that she wanted sex but, in the way that Norman Bates could never tell with his mother, he could never tell with his mother. Hoping beyond hope, but knowing better even with her standing in the shower with him, he hoped that she was going to shower with him.

Rub-a-dub-dub having some sexy fun with Mom in the tub, he'd love nothing better than to soap up his mother after she lathered his naked body too. In the way she's always done whenever he was nervous or upset, she smiled her reassurance. With his cock very dirty, very dirty indeed, he hoped that she thoroughly washed his prick with her hand before washing it clean with her mouth.

"After seeing all of those videos that you saved as favorites on my computer, I know you enjoy watching Japanese mothers bathing their sons," she said giving him a sexy smile before bowing to him. "I'm here to bathe you," she said with a sexy laugh.

'Shit. She's here to bathe me? He couldn't believe his ears.'

Suddenly embarrassed and feeling as much of a pervert as he truly is, he forgot he had saved a bunch of porn to her computer as his favorites. Usually, he saves nothing to her favorites and erases his cookies but with her gone for the weekend, he didn't think he'd have to do that until Sunday night. With her gone for the weekend, he'd thought he'd be alone with his bad self while masturbating over her DVD. Yet, now standing in the shower naked with his nearly naked mother, this is much better.




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She grabbed a facecloth and filled it with soapy water. Then, as if she was washing her car in a thin cotton dress without wearing underwear in Cool Hand Luke with George Kennedy and Paul Newman watching, she held the facecloth in front of her chest and squeezed. As if the sudsy soap was cum flowing down her shapely, sexy body, he stared at his mother in the way those chain gang prisoners stared at that woman sexually teasing them while washing her car in her skimpy dress while wearing nothing underneath. 

"Oh, my God," he said while imaging that soapy water was his cum.

As if he was having a sexual fantasy while awake, he couldn't believe his mother was sexually teasing him.

"Oops," she said rubbing soapy water all over her bra and panties in the way that the sexy woman washed her car with soapy water in Cool Hand Luke. "Being that you've already seen me naked on my video, what does it matter if you see me in my soaking wet bra and panty now," she said rubbing her underwear clad body up against him.

With her standing behind him and with her hands on his shoulders, she pressed her underwear clad body against him. Perhaps it was just his imagination but he thought he could feel her nipples through her thin, wet bra rubbing up against his back. He turned to face her with his hands still covering his cock and looked down at all that she was showing and all that he was seeing. Her bra, totally transparent was sopping wet, as well as her panties. As if she was standing there naked without underwear, he could clearly see his mother's big tits, her areolas, her nipples, and her trimmed blonde pussy.

'Oh, my God.'

His sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't wait to masturbate later over all of this. With all what he's seeing of his mother's beautiful body now, he'll be masturbating over this day for the rest of his life.

"Just because I'm standing here in my sopping wet and now totally see through bra and panty with you naked doesn't mean that I want to have sex with you. Just because I'm standing here in my sopping wet and now totally see through bra and panty with you naked doesn't mean that I'll allow you to have sex with me," she said as if scolding him again for staring at her.

She looked down at herself as if to see what he could see of her before looking up at him and giving him a sexy smile. Obviously pleased with all that she saw of herself, she knew that he could see a lot.

"I, um, wasn't thinking about having sex with you, mother," he said lying.

Not believing him, she rolled her eyes and sighed her disbelief.

"Being that you've watched my video and have already seen me naked and I've already seen your erect penis while watching you masturbating and cumming, perhaps we can make a new cohabitation arrangement where nudity is no longer a big deal," she said.

'What? Huh?'

A new cohabitation arrangement where nudity is no longer a big deal? Be still my heart. Definitely, with her being his modest and moral mother, from her walking around him fully clothe in her bathrobe, to her walking around him in her bra and panty, and now with her agreeing to walk around him naked, obviously nudity is the next progression. Perhaps, next, they'll be having sex. Actually what she proposed made sense.

"Naked?"

He looked at her as if he was dreaming her and she really wasn't there in his shower with him but she surely was there with him.

"Why not?" She shrugged as if nudity was suddenly no big deal. "Removing the mystery surrounding sex and the stigma of seeing one another naked, perhaps with you always seeing me naked and me always seeing you naked, as if we're living as nudists, you'll no longer feel the need to invade my privacy."

"I'd like that," he said imagining parading around his mother naked while she paraded around him naked too.

Now that she was standing there in her sopping wet underwear, wishing she'd remove it, he couldn't wait to see her naked.

"Being that you've already seen me naked on my video, what does it matter if you see me naked again now? With you already knowing what I look like without my clothes and with me already knowing what you look like without your clothes," she said looking down and staring at his cock. "The mystery, the shame, and the embarrassment is gone." 

Naked? She's naked in her video? Only, he didn't see her naked. He couldn't believe he had a naked video of his mother and he didn't see anything of her past seeing her tits. With her standing in the shower with him in her soaking wet, see through underwear, for thirty seconds, he forgot that she said she was naked in her video. Somehow and someway, wherever she hides it, he needs to find that video. He needs to watch all of it over and again while masturbating. Somehow, he needs to make a copy of it.

With her coming home unexpectedly, he didn't have a chance to watch her naked video in its entirety. He only saw the part where she was topless. He never got beyond seeing her tits before shooting his load and before his mother came home to catch him masturbating while watching her video. Yet, not wanting to ruin a good thing by telling her that he didn't see her naked, he pretended that he had seen her naked. He pretended that he had watched her video in its entirety.

Then, as if it wasn't enough that she was standing in his shower in her underwear, as if she was a stripper on stage teasing her all male audience, she reached around herself to unhook her bra. He couldn't believe his mother was removing her bra. Twice in one day, he couldn't believe he was going to see her tits again. Only, this time, with her standing next to him in his shower, he'll be seeing her tits up close and personal instead of merely on a television screen. 

While watching him staring down at her bra clad breasts, she removed her bra straps before she removed her bra one, slow, bra cup at a time. She dropped her bra to the shower floor and put her arms by her side. Arching her back, she puffed out her chest as if she was proud to show him her tits. Indeed, he was proud of her tits too. She had beautiful breasts so symmetrical and so shapely.

'Fuck me,' he thought to himself holding his breath.

She was topless. His mother was topless. As if she was replaying her video in his shower, his mother was topless. Just a mere foot away from him, her naked tits, areolas, and nipples were right there in front of his horny eyes. He couldn't believe all that he was seeing of his mother.

"Oh, my God, Mom, you're so beautiful," he said staring at her naked tits.

Not only was his MILF of a mother topless but also she was standing in the shower with him naked while she was topless. What a day? This is such an unbelievable day, the best day in his life. He saw her tits, her oval areolas, and her erect nipples. As if he was dreaming, he couldn't believe his eyes. His mother was standing before him nearly naked and topless with just her panties covering her pussy and ass.

He so wanted to touch her tits, feel her tits, and fondle her tits while fingering her nipples. With the water running down his back, he so wanted to lean forward and take her nipples in her mouth to suck them. Yet, one slow step at a time, he didn't want to frighten his mother. He didn't want her leaving his shower. Afraid he'd make her realize what she was doing and what she had done, he control his sexual urge to feel his mother's tits.

Then, tucking a manicured fingernail in her panty band, she slowly slid her panties down and off. Naked, naked, naked, his mother was naked. He couldn't believe is mother was naked. Taking her all in and memorizing every fold of her beautiful body, as if in slow motion, he saw her tits and her trimmed blonde pussy. Then, when she turned and bent to pick up her bra and panty from the shower floor and opened the shower door to toss them unceremoniously in the bathroom sink, he saw his mother's perfect, naked ass.

'Oh, my God. She has such an incredible ass,' he thought.

He so wanted to hump her. He so wanted to fuck her. He so wanted to have sex with her right there in the shower. He so wanted to put a heavy hand to her shoulder, force her to her knees, and stick his stiff prick in her warm, wet mouth. He so wanted his mother to blow him. He so wanted to cum in her mouth and watch her swallow his cum,

"Now I can bathe you," she said.

'What? Huh? Bath me?'

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. As if he was dreaming or having another one of his sexual fantasies, not only he couldn't believe his mother was standing in the shower with him naked but also that she offered to bathe him. As if he was in a fog from the steam of the shower, his mother just offered to bath him. As if he was the star in a Japanese video, he couldn't believe his mother offered to bath him. Hoping she'd pay more attention to washing his dirty cock, he couldn't wait to feel his mother's soft hand on his hard prick. Maybe once she washed him, she'd allow him to wash her too. 

"Bathe me? You want to bathe me?"

Suddenly he felt embarrassed enough to cower and cover his nakedness from his mother. Something he never understood when watching Japanese sons and sons being washed by their mothers and mothers-in-law, the men all cowered and covered themselves when their mothers and/or mothers-in-law entered the bathroom. Yet, here he was doing the same thing. In the way that those Japanese men do when being bathe by their mothers or mothers-in-law, he was now cowering and covering his nakedness with his hand while his mother was ready to bathe him.

"With us eventually walking around one another naked, perhaps you won't feel the need to masturbate as much as you do and I won't have to put a lock on my lingerie drawer," she said with a laugh. 

Walking around naked? She suddenly thinks it's okay to walk around naked? She wants to walk around naked in front of him. She wants him to walk around naked in front of her. She wants to live like a nudist.

What's wrong with this picture? What's wrong with his mother? Is she drunk? Is she high? Is she crazy? Did she have a sudden blow to the head? 

He didn't know what to say to her. He didn't know how to answer her. What could he possibly say other than to utter his sexual excitement of seeing his mother walking around him naked while he walked around his mother naked? Naked, naked, naked, he couldn't wait to live his life with his mother naked.

"I'd like that," he said. "I'd like us to shed our clothes and be more open and honest not only about our bodies but also who we are."

What a crock of shit? Open and honest, his ass. He just wanted to see his mother's tits, ass, and pussy on a daily basis. He just wanted his mother to see his cock, ass, and balls on a daily basis. He was just hot and horny for his mother.

"Then, maybe one day, if the moment is right, with us both mature adults, I don't see anything wrong with us sexually pleasuring one another," she said giving him a sexy smile before giving him a wet kiss.

'Oh, my God! His mother just kissed him, French kissed him. Is she kidding me? Maybe one day, if the moment is right, with us a both mature adults, she doesn't see anything wrong with sexually pleasuring one another. Pinch me, I'm dreaming.'

This is not happening. If he had a dream, a sexual fantasy, this would be it. It's as if his mother read his mind to give him his sexual fantasy. With her standing beside him naked, telling him it's okay for them to be naked in front of one another, and giving him hope that one day they'll sexually pleasure one another, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. He couldn't believe his mother just French kissed him.

With her standing naked with him naked in the shower too, he wonder if the moment was right now. It certainly felt right to him. He's ready to give her sex. He's ready to continue French kissing her while feeling her naked body. He's ready to have sex with his MILF of a mother. He's ready to push her down to her knees for her to suck him before pushing her up against the tile wall to fuck her. He's ready. He's ready now.

She French kissed him again. He couldn't believe his mother was kissing him, French kissing him. Blowing his mind, his mother was French kissing him. His mother was making out with him. With her naked body plastered against his naked body, he felt his erection pushing up against her soft belly. Not wanting to ruin a good thing by being prematurely aggressive, even though he couldn't wait to feel and fondle her big breasts, finger her nipples, squeeze and feel her ass, and finger her pussy, he didn't dare touch her.

Now that he knows there's a possibility of them sexually pleasuring one another and of them having sex, he couldn't wait to touch her and feel her where a son should never touch and feel his mother. He couldn't wait to move between her shapely legs and lick her trimmed, blonde pussy. He couldn't wait to make sweet love to his mother before fucking his mother hard, really pounding her pussy. He couldn't wait for the day when she took him in her hand and stroked his cock before sucking his cock.

"I'd like that," he said again while unable to verbalize anything else. "I'd love nothing more than to have sex with you, Mother."

She looked down at him looking down at her.

"You may touch me," she said. "As long as it's consensual and not forced, I don't mind you feeling my breasts and fingering my nipples. I don't mind you rubbing my clit and fingering my pussy and I wouldn't mind you feeling and squeezing my ass." Then, moving his hand to the front of her, he rubbed her clit while fingering her pussy. In the way that he was so very hard, she was so very wet. "As long as you're gentle and respectful, I don't mind you taking sexual liberties with my naked body."

Immediately, his hand felt her naked breasts and fingered her nipples while his other hand felt and squeezed her naked ass. In the horny way that he groped her body, she groped his body too. She took his already erect prick in her hand and fondled the head of his cock with her manicured fingers before ever so slowly stroking his prick.

"Oh, my God, Mom. I can't believe this is happening," he said.

She looked at him as if there was something wrong with him for not thinking that her wanting to bathe him and perhaps even have sex with him was normal.

"What's not to believe? With us prematurely celebrating Nude Day, the day of nudity, what better way for a mother to celebrate Nude Day with her son by the both of us getting naked. What better way for a mother to show her son that she loves him by bathing him. Women routinely bathe their men in Japan, so why not continue that tradition here in our house? What better way for a mother and son to show one another how much they love one another by having sex?"

He was stunned. Not only was he in his shower naked with his naked mother but she Frenched kissed him. She gave him permission to touch and feel her naked body while French kissing her. She decided that they should walk naked in front of one another. Lastly and most importantly, she decided that it was okay for them to sexually pleasure one another.

"I can't wait for us to have sex mother," he said pulling her to him and kissing her while touching and feeling her naked body.

As if she was a running back giving a stiff arm to a defensive end, she stiff armed and pushed him back. Just as she changed before, she changed again. First changing from her bitchy self to a mother who enters her son's bathroom while he's showering and offers her son sex, now she returned to her bitch self again.

Was this all just a ruse? Was this just her way to get back at him for invading her privacy? Was she just teasing him? Is she having a breakdown? Is she having mental issues?

Yet, what did any of it matter? He saw his mother naked? He felt what it would feel like to kiss his mother, really kiss his mother, French kiss his mother. Moreover, he got to touch and feel his mother's naked body while French kissing her again and again. Last but not least, she felt his cock. She held his prick in her hand while fondling him.

"Only, I'm not ready to give you sex yet. I'd much rather we take it slow. I'd rather take my time in teaching you how to make love to me so that you'll know how to make love to other women. I'd much rather not rush this," she said.

Take it slow? He'll take it any way he can get it as long as he can have sex with his mother.

"Whatever you say, Mother," he said while feeling her tit and fingering her nipple.

As if he was a pesky fly, she brushed his hand away with her hand.

"It's enough that we've seen one another naked. It's enough that I allowed you to touch and feel me and I touched and felt you. Maybe later, if the moment is right, you can sleep with me. As long as you respect me and don't try to force yourself on me sexually, I don't mind you sharing my bed," she said giving him another deep, wet kiss.

Dizzy with sexual delight, he couldn't wait for maybe later. Maybe later was tonight or tomorrow night. Now that he's seen her naked and she's seen him naked, he couldn't wait to have sex with her. He couldn't wait for her to suck him. He couldn't wait to lick her pussy. He couldn't wait to fuck her cunt, his mother's cunt.

Finally, he was going to have sex with his mother. Finally, he was going to cum in her mouth and in her pussy. Finally, his mother was going to make him a man, a sexual man by not only teaching him how to make love to her but how to make love to women. Finally, maybe he'll get to give his mother a cum bath.

As if he doesn't know that already, he knows how to make love to a woman. Duh? He's had sex with women before. He knows what to do. Yet, playing along with her, if that's the game she wants to play, he's willing to play along with her too. If she wants to be his sexual teacher, then he's willing to be her sexual student.

"I'd like that," he said yet again while not knowing what else to say.

* * * * *

That night, Friday night, four days before Nude Day night, Donna walked in the living room dressed in only her sheer, low cut, short, sexy nightgown and wearing nothing underneath. Giving him a good look of her naked body beneath her nightgown, she said something that he never thought he'd ever hear his mother say.

"Being that tonight is the first night of our Nude Day celebratory weekend together, tonight is the night of love and passion," she said giving him a sexy look. "Would you like to sleep with me tonight? Would you like to share my bed?"

Even though she asked him twice, she didn't have to ask him twice. As if imagining something that she didn't say, he looked at her with excited shock. Thinking that he was going to have sex with his mother, he couldn't wait to get into bed with her.

"Yes," he said immediately without even thinking about it.

She gave him a stern look that quelled the sexually excited look that he had on his face.

"Now I don't mean that we're having sex," she said. "I apologize for getting your hopes along with your erection up," she said looking down at his cock that already tented his pajama bottoms. "We can just talk, cuddle, and spoon. Okay?"

A bit sexually frustrated but nonetheless with his foot in her bedroom door and his horny body in her bed, he was certain that something would happen during the night.

"Okay," he said with some obvious disappointment but happy enough just to be invited to sleep in the same bed with his mother.

As if teasing him and playing a game with him, she looked at him and smiled at his disappointment. Obviously, even though she said she wasn't ready to give him sex, he suspected she was ready to give him sex. In the way that he's ready to give her sex, he'll have a better chance to change her mind once he's in bed with her.

"Maybe if you're good, I'll give you some sexy pillow talk," she said.




Mom & Son Sexy Nude Day Surprise Ch. 07



She looked at him with love while he looked at her with lust.

"I'd like that," he said while hoping that she'd masturbate him while talking dirty to him.

He stared at all that she was showing through her nightgown. He'd love for his mother to give him dirty pillow talk while he returned the favor.

"We can cuddle and we can spoon but that's it. I mean it Robert. With this our first night together, I don't want to rush things. I don't want us getting bored with one another," she said as if she already has all of this planned out in her mind.

Doing his best to hide his sexual lust, he looked at her and smiled his affection while imagining her on her knees and looking up at him with her big, blue eyes with his hard, hairy cock in her mouth.

"Okay, Mother," he said as if he was Norman Bates after his mother, Norma Bates, invited him to sleep with her in her bed.

As if she was a school girl asking a boy out on a first day, she suddenly looked so shy and so demure. Only, there was nothing shy and demure about his mother. If anything, she was a sexy minx. If anything, hiding it under the pretense that she'd be teaching him how to be a sexual man and a good lover, it was obvious that she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her.

"As if we're experiencing our own version of Masters and Johnson's sex course, I want us both to take this slow," she said giving him a sexy look. "Just as sex is always ruined with men only wanting me for only one thing while rushing through it, I need to teach you, my son, my special man in my life, how to make love to a woman while removing sex from the equation," she said.

"I'm willing to learn Mother," he said.

"That's good because if you're willing to learn and if you're willing to be patient with me and not ruin it by having sex right away, then I'm willing to teach you how to properly romance, seduce, and make love to a woman. I promise you, as your graduation gift from my love making course that I will give you the best sex you've ever had," she said.

So that's it. Because of how men have sexually used and abused her, she's determined to make a real man out of him. She's determined to teach him how to better treat a woman. That's okay as long as he can have sex with his mother. He doesn't mind playing the good man as long as he can sexually use and abuse his mother's MILF of a body.

"I'm willing to learn Mom," he said. "I'm willing to have you teach me how to make love to a woman."

He imagined his mother being his sexual education teacher and his lover. He imagined his mother giving him the best sex he's had in his life. He imagined cumming all over his mother's hand, on her tits, all over her face, in her mouth, and in her pussy. He imagined giving his mother orgasms with his fingers, his mouth, and with his cock. He couldn't wait to be in bed with his mother. He couldn't wait to hold her, cuddle with her, and spoon her while talking dirty to her. He couldn't wait to have sex with his mother. 

"First things first," she said. "In the way that Alex, played by Malcolm McDowell in Clockwork Orange was made to watch disturbing videos of sex, violence, and debauchery, your punishment is to watch my naked video over and again."

'What? Huh?'

Punishment? She thinks that she's punishing him by allowing him to watch her naked video over and again? Well, that's one punishment he's looking forward to having.

"Okay," he said willing to agree with anything she had to say.

She walked up to him and kissed him, French kissed him, in the way she did when they were naked in the shower. Immediately, he wrapped his arm around her waist. Dropping his hand to her perfect ass, he felt his mother's backside while feeling her breast with his other hand.

"Stop," she said pushing him away. "Women don't want to be groped. Women don't want to be felt until they're ready. You have much to learn," she said.

No longer his mother, she gave him a look that made him realize that she was now his teacher and he was her student.

"Sorry Mother," he said.

She straightened her nightgown where he ruffled it with his horny hands before fluffing her hair. She was so sexy. She was so beautiful. He was so glad that she was his mother. He was so happy that she was going to teach him how to have sex with a woman by volunteering and using her body.

"After a while, you'll be desensitized to seeing my naked body. After a while, you'll learn that there is much more to me than just tits, ass, and pussy. After a while, you'll grow to love me as a woman and not just as your mother," she said.

After a while he'll grow to love her? He loves her now in the way that a man loves a woman and not how a son should love his mother. In addition to loving her as his mother, he's always loved her as a woman too. He'd marry her if he could. She morphed from his mother to his MILF of a woman as soon as he turned 18-years-old. Now that he's 22-years-old, he's been waiting four, long, sexually frustrating years to have sex with his mother.

To be continued...

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