4 comments/ 53985 views/ 55 favorites Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #01 By: SusanJillParker There are no underage characters in this story. All characters portrayed are over the age of 18-years-old. Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #1 Incest, incest, incest. Mother and son incest. Aunt and nephew incest. Grandmother and grandson incest. Tired of their sons abusing alcohol and chasing women, seven mothers ban together to fight Nude Day drunken nudity and promiscuous sex with a unique naked, albeit incestuous strategy. With every day Nude Day to her, most times Julia walked around her house naked, topless, or in just her bra and panty with the shades up and the lights blazing. She had no idea how many men have seen her naked, topless, or in her underwear. She didn't care. The women in the neighborhood weren't friendly to her and had their husbands steer clear from her. With her always preferring to be naked than dressed, today Julia walked around her house wearing a sheer, half unbuttoned housecoat with nothing underneath. The air that hit her nearly naked body as she walked around her home made her feel sexy. She was horny. She was always horny. She was hoping that someone would see some sexy part of her so that she could have something new to masturbate herself over while thinking about all of the other times she flashed men her naked body. Always so nakedly exposed, anyone who could see her could clearly see her cleavage, the front of her large breasts, and a flash of her pussy when walking around on her front porch or in her back and side yards. Impatiently waiting for the mailman to arrive, she enjoyed giving him a show of her still hot 65-year-old naked body. Always so very horny, routinely flashing the mailman, the UPS driver, and the FedEx driver some goodly portion of her C cup breasts and dark, bushy pussy, flashing them kept her in practice when sexually teasing her 28-year-old son, Ralph. With five much older sisters, an accident of birth, Ralph was the baby of the family. When she wasn't having incestuous sex with her son, she was masturbating herself while imagining having sex with her five, adult grandsons and/or the son of their family friend. Ordering pizzas and Chinese food from different places in town, she's flashed every delivery man her semi-nude and/or nude body. Whether deliberately dropping her towel at the right moment, answering the door with her housecoat completely unbuttoned, or answering the door naked while pretending she was drunk, she enjoyed giving men a show of her tits, her ass, and her pussy. Possessing no modesty or morals, never pulling her shades, she undressed in front of her windows with the lights on and the shades up. Yet, unbelievably, no man ever took the bait. It's not that she was an unattractive woman, looking ten years younger than her age, she was very good looking and had a sexy, shapely body to match her pretty face. Yet, no man ever stepped in her house, closed the door, and gave her his hard cock. No man took the opportunity of her flashing him her naked body to give her a hard fucking. Having always exposed her naked body to men, whether workmen, repair men, cable men, alarm men, and phone men, with all of the exhibitionism she'd done over the years, only one man ever reached out his hand to grab her breast and finger her nipple. Giving him an invited look with a smile by calling his bluff by not slapping his hand away, he retrieve his hand and left when he realized that she meant to have sex with him. He was the man that she ended up marrying forty-seven years ago when she was an 18-year-old virgin. * * * * * Julia's plan, a simple plan, was to get her adult son, all five of her adult grandsons, and the adult son of her daughter's family friend naked for Nude Day. Her plan was to have sex with all of them. She'd like nothing more than to see seven erect cocks. She like nothing more than to touch them, stroke them, suck them, and fuck them all. Her plan was for her son, five of her grandsons, and the son of her family friend to gangbang her. Oh, yeah, she'd love to take on all seven men. Always her sexual fantasy, she's never been gangbanged before. Only to accomplish this, she needed the help of her five daughters and their family friend. Once they all went along with her plan, her son and their sons would hopefully all fall in line too. With every son wanting to have sex with their mother, this was her grandsons chance to have sex with their grandmother. If only her daughters knew that she had another agenda, if only they knew what her ulterior motive was, her daughters would never agree to her Nude Day incestuous, celebratory plan. She pretended that this Nude Day party was more for the life and death salvation of their sons than it was for the sexual satisfaction of her libido. Yet, she knew that her daughters and their family friend were just as slutty as she was. She knew that once she planted a seed of naked debauchery of having incestuous sex with their sons in their pretty heads, with just a bit of prodding and coercing, they'd all jump at the idea of parading around naked in front of their sons on Nude Day. Once naked, taking the next step with touching and feeling, with her knowing her daughters and their family friend well, she knew that her little Nude Day party would become a Nude Day incestuous orgy. Julia couldn't wait. She couldn't wait for her grandsons and their friend to see her naked. She couldn't wait to see her grandsons and their friend naked. She couldn't wait to have sex with them all one at a time or all at once in a gangbang. A sexual fantasy come true, now that her husband was dead and buried, there was no one there to stop her from doing what she's always wanted to do, to have sex with her grandsons and their friend. A lonely and sexually frustrated widow, Julia's daughters and their family friend had no idea what was in store for her on Nude Day. A happy, celebratory surprise, no doubt, they'd all remember this day for the rest of the remainder of her years. Giving Nude Day a new definition, if anyone was to tell her that she'd be naked in front of her grandsons and the son of a family friend, and that she'd be seeing them all naked too, she'd never believe them. Yet, only a matter of time, the groundwork was already being laid when one of her daughters called a family meeting to discuss the decadent lifestyle of their sons. Genetically doomed, at the time Julia's five daughters, Audrey, Brenda, Carol, Kathy, and Jennifer had no idea that their mother was an exhibitionist and an incestuous slut. At the time, under the pretense of saving their sons from evil and from the Devil, the five woman and their childhood friend, Christine, had no idea that they'd all turn into incestuous sluts too. * * * * * Audrey invited her four sisters, Brenda, Jennifer, Carol, and Kathy, their mother, Julia, and their childhood friend, Christine, over her house to discuss their sons' problems with excessive alcohol consumption and sex with strippers, whores, and hookers. Not wanting to approach their sons yet with a much needed intervention, they wanted to have a plan and a developed strategy first before alienating them with well-intentioned lectures and motherly inspired rules. Being that they were young once too and enjoyed drinking and sex, they didn't want to come off as being prudish or to be deemed as women who were behind the times. Rather wanting to be open minded, they still needed to correct their sons' bad behavior. Following in the footsteps of their sexually lenient mother, so long as they didn't go overboard with their drinking and carousing, they didn't want to be women who didn't want their sons to have some innocent, albeit rowdy, drunken sexual fun. Yet, fearing that their sons may be doomed to follow in their fathers' footsteps, after years of watching them drink and chase pussy, enough was enough. Before it was too late, the time to put an end to all over this decadent living was now. Perhaps with just an open and honest dialogue they could put their sons back on the straight and narrow. Partying and having fun was one thing. Putting their lives in jeopardy in the way that their fathers all did was something else entirely. All forty-something-year-old women, but for Julia who was 65-years-old, their twenty-something-year-old sons were living and drinking for today without thinking about the repercussions of tomorrow, that is, should they live to see another day in the way that their fathers all didn't. May God rest their souls. When their sons weren't getting drunk, having sex with anyone willing, going to strip clubs to watch striptease shows and paying strippers for sex, out partying all night, they were sleeping late and lounging around the house. Being that they all inherited large sums of money with the accidental and untimely deaths of their fathers, none of them worked at a job or attended school. With their fathers dying young, a self-fulfilling prophesy when seeing life half-empty instead of seeing life half-full, the sons of the fathers thought they'd obviously be dying young too. No doubt, they would die young if they continued abusing their bodies by drinking to an excess and burning the candle at both ends by staying out too late partying. Not wanting their sons to end up like their fathers, the seven mothers were determined to set them on the right path, a straighter and narrower one, one that banned alcohol, chasing women, and kept them safely closer to home. Not knowing how to go about it, none of them had faced anything like this before. Normally it was a father's job to straighten out his son but with their fathers getting drunk and having extramarital sex, they failed to set a good example for their sons to follow. With their moms suspecting that they all had inherited the gene for abusing alcohol and chasing after women from their fathers, their problems with alcohol stemmed from their fathers who abused alcohol and who had extramarital sex with women outside of their marriage. Their sons started drinking several years after their fathers perished in a hunting tragedy a dozen years back. Their cottage, situated in the deep, unforgiving woods of northern Maine, burnt to the ground with them in it after they fell asleep drunk and an unattended wood burning stove filled the cabin with black, acrid smoke before setting the place ablaze. A horrible accidental death, with their bodies burned beyond recognition, fortunately for all who perished inside, according to the coroner's autopsies, the smoke is what killed them and not the resulting fire. Fortunately for the women, between their husbands' life insurance policies and winning a large multimillion dollar, liability lawsuit over a defective, wood burning stove from the large hardware chain who sold them the stove and from the manufacturer who manufactured the stove, the women and their sons didn't have to worry about money. Financially set for life, money wasn't the problem that it once was when they lost their husbands' income with their deaths. What their problems was their sons bad behavior. Unfortunately, following in the footsteps of their fathers, their mothers, all widows and single moms now, were losing control of their sons to the abuses of alcohol and to the depravities of sex with loose women. Already seeing the handwriting on the wall and wanting to do something to intercede and to change their fate, they didn't want what happened to their husbands to happen to their sons. * * * * * "I don't know about you girls but I've had it with Gary," said Audrey slowly shaking her head with sadness while wringing her hands. A petite, pretty redhead with bright, blue eyes and B cup breasts, looking a bit like a young Mia Farrow albeit with longer hair when she played Allison McKenzie in Peyton Place, she was one of the prettiest of the five sisters. "I'm so sick and tired of my son coming home in the early hours of the morning drunk and horny from a strip club and groping me as if I'm a stripper before he passes out unconscious. I can't tell you how many times he's grabbed my tits, fingered my nipples, felt my ass, and tried to stick his hand down my nightgown while trying to lift up my nightgown as he puts my hand on his cock. The last straw was last weekend when he came home so drunk and so horny that he exposed himself to me. He then proceeded to wrap my hand around his erect prick and moving my hand back and forth with his to give him a forced hand job, he tried to push me down to my knees to suck him." Obviously looking around the room for support, her mother was hardly supportive. "Did you suck him?" Her mother, Julia, asked of her daughter. "Did I suck him? My own son? Eww! Gross mother. I'd never have sex with my son," said Audrey. "My God, I can't even imagine him cumming in my mouth, even though I knew that was exactly what he wanted to do. At 46-years-old, Audrey was the oldest sister of the group. Her son Gary was 24-years-old. "I know what you mean," said Brenda, Audrey's identical twin sister. "The first thing in the morning and the last thing at night, Mark, peruses the Internet for pornography. I've caught him masturbating more than a few times and," she said looking embarrassed, obviously from what she was about to confess next. "With his headphones on and his eyes closed, I think he's hoping that I catch him masturbating. I think he masturbates over the thoughts of having sex with me," said Brenda with heaviness. "Why do you think that Gary would want to have sex with you?" Audrey looked at her twin sister while, no doubt, thinking the same thing that her son Gary probably wanted to have sex with her too. "First off, all sons want to have sex with their mothers. Secondly, able to tell from the disheveled condition of my laundry hamper, turning into a real degenerate," said Brenda looking from one woman to the other, "I think he sniffs my dirty panties too. Even finding a pair of my panties under his pillow, I know he masturbates over the thoughts of having sex with me." "Wow! What kind of mothers are we," said Audrey, "with drunken perverts for sons?" Just like his cousin Gary, Mark was 24-years-old too. "Just one day and just one time, I wish we could someone keep our sons safely at him instead of having them going out, getting drunk, and having sex with wild women. I wish there was a way that we could talk some sense into our sons to keep them safely at home," said Jennifer, a dark haired, shapely vixen with dark, brown eyes and C cup breasts. "I wish that too," said Audrey. "Robert is quickly developing a serious problem with drinking and chasing women, especially older women, cougars he calls them. He said, when it comes to older women, older women are easy because they're desperate to have sex with younger men," said Jennifer looking at her sisters. "I'm older and I'm not desperate for sex. Okay, admittedly, I'm horny but I'm not desperate for sex," said Jennifer with a laugh, "especially from a younger man." Jennifer was Brenda and Audrey's 44-year-old sister and Robert was her 23-year-old son. "I know what you mean about cougars. Fixated with forty-something-year-olds, that's all Tommy talks about are older women," said Carol a tall, busty blonde with D cup breasts. "If your sons are anything like my Tom, then I may have an idea how we can help them but I don't know if you women will go along with it," she said looking from one women to the other. Carol was Brenda, Audrey, and Jennifer's 42-year-old sister. Her son Tom was 22-years-old. "I'm game if you are," said Kathy the prettiest sister of the five. A petite, shapely and sexy brunette with A cup breasts and a wonderful ass, she had the smallest breasts of the group but she possessed the best ass of all her sisters. "I'm so sick of Jimmy coming home drunk and groping me before stripping himself naked and falling unconscious in bed." The baby sister of the bunch, Kathy just turned 40-years-old and her son, Jimmy, just turned 21-years-old. "You've seen Jimmy's cock?" Jennifer looked from Kathy to the rest of her sisters and they all started laughing as if they were teenaged girls talking about men's pricks instead of middle-aged women talking about their sons. "Sure, lots of times," said Kathy with a disinterested shrug. "Especially whenever he walks in my room naked. He mistakes my closet for the bathroom and pees all over my shoes and all over my feet when I try to stop him. I've seen his cock dangling in front of me too many times to count," she said pausing. "That's so gross," said Brenda. "I can't believe Tommy peed on your shoes." Leaning forward and looking as if she was about to cry, Kathy looked at her sisters with sadness. "Sometimes, especially when I'm feeling lonely, it takes all the self-control that I have not to reach out my hand to touch and stroke his erect prick," said Kathy. "Sometimes when I'm feeling horny, it takes all the self-control that I have not to wrap my fingers around his cock and stroke him before falling to my knees to suck him. Sometimes I think I'm just as sexually depraved as my son," she said laughing without making eye contact with her sisters and family friend. "Kathy! You slut," said Christine, her best friend. "Wow," said Carol. "I'd never go as far to have sex with my son but that's what I'm talking about. We need to have an early intervention with our sons, something our husbands never had. We need to somehow change their bad behavior by modifying it so that we can take them back in the bosom of our family again. We need to save our sons before they die horrible deaths in the way that their fathers all did." Julia looked at Carol with a smirk. "Take our sons back in the bosom of our family. Yeah, I bet you'd love for Tommy to suck your big tits," said Julia. "Mother! Really?" Carol stared at her mother. "Where do you get these sexually depraved thoughts?" "Wait, hold on Carol, I'm familiar with some of your crazy ideas in the past, your Ponzi investment scheme, book clubs, Herbal Life, Mary Kay cosmetics, swap meets, and your venture into e-BAY," said Christine, a 43-year-old, short blonde with double D breasts and the childhood friend to all five sisters. "I need to hear what you have in mind before I agree to anything that you propose." A member of the women's widow club, her 22-year-old son, Michael, was friends with all five of their sons. Christine lost her husband in the hunting lodge fire too and Michael was just beginning to develop a problem with abusing alcohol and chasing women with his five friends. "Well, said Carol looking from Audrey to Brenda to Jennifer to Kathy and to Christine. I propose for this upcoming Nude Day, another drunken non-holiday of an excuse to drink, that we have a no drinking night where we keep our sons safely at home." "Keep our sons safely at home? On Nude Day?" Audrey laughed. "How do you propose to keep our sons safely at home on the one of the biggest drunken, sexual days of the year? Unless they close all the bars, it's not going to happen. It will never happen. That's like trying to keep an Irishman from not drinking on Saint Paddy's Day or on the funeral day of a dearly departed friend," she said with a laugh. "They've been talking about celebrating Nude Day since New Year's Eve. Mark will be out the door and in his car as soon as I say the word prohibition and celibacy," said Brenda with a sad, little laugh. "Abstaining from drinking and sex would never be an option for any of them, especially for my horny son," said Kathy. "If I kept him in the house and forbade him to have sex with other women, he'd be forcing me to have sex with him," she said with a flash of sexual excitement betraying her face. "My son is the same way," said Christine with a sexy laugh and a naughty look. "If I kept him home, he'd be looking to me to give him sex." Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #01 "Let me ask you this," said Carol looking around the room. "Besides alcohol what drives Nude Day?" "Huh? What drives Nude Day? Seriously? Duh Carol," said Jennifer looking from one sister to the other. "That's easy. Nudity, of course," she said. "Nude Day is all about naked women, drinking copious amounts of alcohol, and having sex with naked women." "Okay," said Carol, "other than alcohol, nudity, and sex, what can we do to keep our sons safely at home?" All of her sisters, her mother, and her family friend looked at her as if she was nuts. She was always the one out of step with the others. A church going woman, albeit a woman with a checkered past, Carol was nonetheless a slutty woman hiding herself behind her rosary beads that were always suspended from her neck. With some things never changing, always on her knees sucking cocks when she was younger, now she's always on her knees praying. Praying for this one or for that one, a true believer in God, in the afterlife, in Karma, and in what goes around comes around, she's always praying for someone or for something. "What would keep our sons safely at home?" Jennifer looked at her sisters and laughed. "I don't know, celebrity night where professional wrestlers, football players, hockey stars, and race car drivers pay us all a personal visit," said Jennifer with a laugh. "Only, we don't know any celebrities and/or sports stars." "My idea is that we have our own Nude Day party, not with alcohol, nudity, or sex, of course, but with a family night of food, fun, and games," said Carol looking at everyone with piety as if she was a nun or June Cleaver of Leave it to Beaver. "We each make a special dish and a dessert, something that they really like. Wouldn't that be swell?" "Swell?" Abruptly moving her head back as if she was bumped, Brenda did a double take. "Wait, hold on, I'm not getting naked in front of my son," said Brenda. "No way. That will never happen. Sorry," she said making a sour face while holding up both of her hands. "Me neither," said Audrey making the same face as her identical twin sister just did. "Eww, gross. I'd be so embarrassed for my Gary to see me without my clothes. There's just no way he's ever going to see this body naked," she said moving her hands slowly down her body as if she was a model on the Price Is Right showcasing what was behind the curtain. "Don't worry. No one is getting naked," said Carol. "Swell? No getting naked? Bullshit," said Julia, the 65-year-old mother of Brenda, Audrey, Jennifer, Carol, and Kathy. "You want to keep your sons safely home by entertaining them with a family night of food, fun, and games," she said looking at her daughters while shaking her head before focusing her attention to Carol. "What's wrong with you Carol? Are you retarded? Did all of that pot you smoked twenty years ago destroy your brain cells?" "Pardon?" Carol looked at her mother as if she had just been insulted and she had. "I think it's a good idea to have family night where we all bond while eating, socializing, and playing family games, Monopoly, Charades, or Texas Hold'em poker for pennies, perhaps," said Carol. "Monopoly? Charades? Unless you're willing to play strip poker, ain't none of your sons going to play Texas Hold'em poker for pennies with any of you," said Julia shaking her head in disbelief." "Why not? Playing games is a good way to bond with our sons," said Carol. "Lemme tell you all something about testosterone filled, horny, young men," said Julia pointing her finger at all of the women as if they were still all children instead of all mothers themselves. "You're not going to keep twenty-something-year-old men away from the bottle and away from chasing pussy with family night, food, and games," said Julia. "Pussy? Mom," giggled Carol, "I never heard you say pussy before. It sounds funny coming from you." "Shut up Carol and listen. What the Hell is wrong with you women? You all act as if you were born with a silver spoon in your mouths instead of remembering all of the cocks that you five women sucked. I didn't bring you up that way to be so high and mighty as if your shit doesn't smell. You've all changed into someone else and you all got that way with all the money that you received after your husbands' deaths," said Julia. "Sucking cock? Really mother," said Carol. "Shut up Carol and listen," said Julia. "My husband was in that fire too and you don't see me acting any different than I was just because I have money," said Julia pointing her finger of acrimony at them again. "I act the same way now that I did when I didn't have any money." "Please get to the point mother," said Jennifer rolling her eyes and sighing. "What are you going on about this time?" "You act as if none of you had sex before you were married. You all act as if none of you have had a cock in your mouths," said Julia. "You all act as if you're all innocent virgins when I know that you're not and when I know you are all still sluts. Once a slut always a slut. Leopards can never change the color of their spots no matter how much money you have." "Mother, really," said Carol. "How dare you call me a slut? How dare you insult your daughters with your twisted, sexual thoughts? We've all lived morally, good lives since we've been married." "Well, I remember all of you differently. Hungry for cocks, if you were anything, you were all a bunch of sluts. None of you could keep your legs or mouths closed, especially you Carol and you Jennifer. Both of you always came home with dirt on your knees," said Julia. She put her hand to her mouth and moved it back and forth with her tongue pushing against her cheek as if she had a cock in her mouth and was giving a blowjob. "With both of you a constant embarrassment to me in the way you dressed and in the way that you comported yourself especially when around men, you two were the biggest whores around." "My God mother," said Carol, "how can you say that about your own daughters?" "Mother, really," said Jennifer. "Are these insults necessary to make your point? Just make your point and tell us what's on your mind." "She's right," said Kathy laughing. "I was a slut too. We were all sluts. The guys used to call us TSS, the slutty sisters." "I was a slut too," said Christine raising her hand as if she was in school instead of sitting in Audrey's house. "I couldn't get enough cock before I married my husband. I was always so horny and you know what, nothing has changed," she said with a dirty laugh while turning red. "Now without a man in my life, I'm always so super horny now. It's been a long time since I've had a cock in my hand, in my mouth, and in my pussy," she said with a sad, little laugh. "Okay, suffice to say that we're all still sluts or were once all sluts, what does that have to do with Nude Day and with keeping our sons safely home? What does our sordid pasts have to do with our sons? How do you propose we keep them safely at home mother?" Jennifer looked at her mother while waiting for her to answer. "I'll tell you how," said Julia putting her hands on her knees and leaning forward as if she was about to confess a secret. "If you want to keep your sons safely home, then you need to get down in the gutter with them," she said raising her hand and making a fist with it. "You need to be just as dirty as they are," she said as if she was a football coach trying to invigorate her team to win. "I'll tell you how to keep them home," she said pointing her finger at each and every one of the women while looking at them all. "You may not like what I'm about to say but trust me, it works," said Julia. "Okay, fine, I'll bite," said Carol. "How do we keep our sons safely at home mother?" "You keep them home with sex," said Julia sitting back in her chair as if she was proud of herself. "Sex?" Audrey looked at her mother as if she was drunk. "You keep them home with incest," said Julia. "Incest?" Brenda looked at her mother as if she was nuts. "That's right and that's how you do it," she said leaning forward in her chair again. "You keep them home by giving them incestuous sex," said Julia. "Incestuous sex?" Jennifer looked at her mother before looking at her sisters. "That's right. If you want to keep them home and if you want to keep them safe, you give them incestuous sex. By tying them to your pussy hairs and attaching them to your nipples is how you keep them safely at home." "Mother! Incest? Really," said Jennifer. "How dare you? What's wrong with you? I'm not going to give my son incestuous sex. Gross. That's so nasty." "Pussy hairs? Nipples? Mother really," said Brenda. "Have you been drinking? Have you lost your mind?" "Incest?" Audrey looked at her mother as if she was nuts or drunk. "I can't even imagine going to bed with Gary." "Wait. Let her finish. What are you talking about Mom?" Kathy gave her mother a chance to defend her odd remarks. "Well, just as I did with your brother, Ralph, if you show your sons a flash of your panty and bra once in a while that may be enough to keep them interested for them to stay home. If you flash them your tits, your ass, and your pussy then that may be enough for them to watch a movie with you while cuddling on the couch with you or spooning in bed with you instead of drinking, staying out all night, and having sex with strippers," she said. "There's nothing wrong with allowing your sons to cop a cheap feel of your bodies and if they put your hand on their cocks, so what? You've all felt plenty of cocks in your hands before. What's the big deal?" "What's the big deal? I'd never put my hand on my Tommy's cock," said Carol while fingering her rosary beads as if she was praying. "Wait, are you saying what I think you're saying? Are you saying that you flashed Ralph your panties, bra, tits, ass, and pussy Mom?" Jennifer looked at her mother as if she was nuts. "Are you saying that you've held Ralph's cock in your hand?" "Cuddling on the couch? Spooning on the bed?" Carol looked at her mother as if she couldn't believe what she was hearing. "What precisely are you saying mother?" "I'm saying that for you to keep your sons safe, if you have to, you should consider the idea of giving them sex," said Julia. "And so what if I have flashed Ralph my body and held his cock in my hand. So what? You've all done a lot worse with strangers." "Sex? What? Are you kidding me Mom? That's incest." Brenda looked at her all of her sisters and family friend before looking at her mother with disbelief. "You expect us to have incestuous sex with our sons? How dare you Mother? I can't do that," she said shaking her head with a look of horror. "Well, to be honest and it's about time you girls knew the truth, I did more than flash Ralph my panties, bra, tits, ass, and pussy," she said with a dirty laugh. "I sucked his cock and I made love with him many times over the years." "Oh my God," said Brenda looking at her mother with shocked surprise. "Say this isn't true. Say this is a joke. Say that I'm still sleeping and this is just a bad nightmare I'm having." "I don't believe it," said Audrey. "I don't think I want to hear any more of this Mother." "Over the years with one thing leading to another, after your father died and I was a single mom, just like you girls are all alone without men in your lives now, after I saw Ralph following in the footsteps of his father, I had sex with him and we've had sex multiple times since then. It's no big deal, once you get over the first time, just another man with a cock, it's easy." "What? I don't believe this." Carol looked at her mother as if she had lost her mind. "Mom? How could you have incestuous sex with your son?" Julia sighed, made a face, and rolled her eyes. "How could I? Rather the question should be, why wouldn't I? As my way to keep my son away from the bottle and away from chasing women, I gave him what he needed and he gave me what I wanted. A two-way street, we both had what the other wanted and needed so we helped one another in that way." She looked from Audrey, to Brenda, to Jennifer, to Carol, to Kathy, and to Christine. "Answer me this one question," she said looking at her girls." "What question is that mother?" Jennifer looked at her mother with curiosity. "Why do you think Ralph wasn't at the cottage with the rest of those drunken fools?" She looked from one of her daughters to the other of her daughters. "I'll tell you why. Because he was home in bed with me sleeping after we made love instead of drinking, licking hookers, and fucking whores," said Julia. "Oh, my God," said Carol. "Mother, this is too much for me to wrap my brain around. I can't process you having sex with my brother." "Too much to process? In the way that you women act like innocent virgins, your sexual appeal wasn't enough to keep your husbands from cheating on you, now was it? I know as well as you all know that the men didn't go to Maine for hunting and fishing. They went to Maine for drinking and fucking. They went to Maine to have sex with women. If they were hunting and fishing for anything, they were hunting and fishing for pussy. They went hunting and fishing as their excuse for women to give them sex," said Julia. "We know that mother," said Kathy with sadness. "Don't forget, along with our husbands, they found seven, dead women in that cabin too," she said pointing her finger at all the women in the room. "Talk about being caught with your pants down, obviously, the women were their overnight guests." "Wow, I had no idea that you and Ralph were intimate," said Jennifer ignoring what her mother said about their deceased husbands getting drunk and having sex with whores and prostitutes. "Now that you confessed your incestuous sins, I always suspect there was something going on between you two," said Carol obviously not willing to discuss her husband cheating on her with another woman. "You always had secret looks and little laughs between the two of you. I always figured you were doing something with Ralph." "Incestuous sins?" Julia laughed. "Listen to you. You're a piece of work Carol. No wonder why your husband cheated on you." "Yeah, well, Daddy cheated on you too," said Carol. "Nothing new, your father always cheated on me. He even had sex with my mother," she said. "What?" Brenda looked at her mother as if she was just stabbed through the heart. "Daddy had sex with Nana?" "If you want to keep your sons safe, keep them out of the bars, keep them from chasing women that are no good for them, and keep them from being killed or killing someone else while driving drunk on the highway, give them sex. You don't even have to go all the way. Just show them something while allowing them to fondle your tits and finger your pussy as you stroke their cocks. Tease them. Seduce them. Suck them and fuck them. What's the harm in a little hanky-panky between a mother and her son?" "Oh, my God," said Carol. "I can't believe what I'm hearing." "Then, once they are decent, young men, when the right woman comes along, you cut the apron strings and let them go. With no ill effects from having sex with me, Ralph is married to a wonderful woman." The women fell silent while looking at one another. "I can't believe you flashed Ralph, Mom. I can't believe you had sex with him. I don't think that I could flash Gary and I know that I could never give him sex," said Audrey suddenly acting better than thou. "How could you? How could you have sex with your own flesh and blood?" "I could never flash my son or give him sex," said Brenda tightly crossing her legs and wrapping her arms as tightly around her body as she crossed her legs. She looked as if imitating a pretzel. "Gross," said Jennifer, "that's so gross. That's just nasty thinking about Robert feeling my tits while I stroked his cock," she said with her body language betraying her indignation by licking her lips and running her fingers through her hair. "I'd die before I'd have incestuous sex with my son," said Carol fingering her rosary beads as if she was already praying to God for strength for her not to have incestuous sex with her son or as if she was already fingering her son's cock. "I know that Jimmy wouldn't turn me down for sex. He'd let me stroke him and suck him if I showed any sexual interest in him at all. He's always staring at me to see what he can see of me," said Kathy with more than a glimmer of sexual excitement flashing across her face. "Now that I think more about it, he's always flashing me his cock. To be honest, if it meant that I could keep my son safely at home by giving him sex," she said pausing to look from one sister to the other, "I would. Oh, yeah, I'd fuck and suck him in a heartbeat if I knew that I'd be saving his life." "My son is the same way. He's always trying to catch me naked," said Christine with her eyes betraying her not so secret sexual thoughts when it came to thinking about having sex with her son. "He's enamored by my big tits. He's always staring at them. Sometimes, I'm tempted to show him what he's been so dying to see just to see his reaction to seeing my breasts," she said with a dirty laugh. "If I had tits the size of your double D boobs, I'd be flashing everyone my tits, including my son," said Kathy with a dirty laugh. "I'm with you Kathy," said Christine looking at her best friend. "If I could keep my son safely at home by teasing him and seducing him, I would too. For sure, I'd rather keep him home by having sex with him than to have him die behind the wheel of his car or kill someone else while driving drunk." "Well, I said what I needed to say. You figure it out," said Julia. "If you can't have sex with your sons than maybe you can have sex with your nephews. Make a deal with one another. Switch off and tease the shit out of them. Sons or nephews, it doesn't much matter, so long as you do your best as mothers to keep them home safe this Nude Day and every other drunken holiday." "If I had a couple glasses of wine, I'd be more likely to flash my nephew than my son," said Brenda. "Me too," said Audrey. "Even though we still blood related, it doesn't sound as bad to flash my nephew as it does to flash my son." "So long as you don't get pregnant and so long as you don't tell anyone what goes on behind closed, bedroom doors, I don't see the problem with any of you having sex with your sons under the pretense of saving their lives," said Julia pointing a finger of warning at them. "It's a family thing. Just keep what you do between yourselves." "Wow! I never thought I'd see the day when we'd be discussing having incestuous sex with our sons and/or nephews," said Brenda with a sad, little albeit sexually excited laugh. "The way that I remember the lot of you growing up, you were all a little slutty. As soon as you all turned 18-years-old, prom night was your coming out party. All of you had sex before you even graduated high school. Then, once you were no longer virgins, the flood gates opened. I remember in college, all of you were pretty promiscuous if my memory is correct, especially when it came to you going down to Florida on Spring break and fucking and sucking everything, even other women. So, I don't understand why you're being so morally modest now. It's just sex," said Julia. "Hell, if you girls didn't disown me, I'd have sex with any or all of my grandsons, including your son, Michael, Christine, he's cute." "Thanks, I think," said Christine making a sick face. "You know," said Brenda, "now that I think more about it, maybe Mom is onto something. It's a few weeks until Nude Day, maybe we can test the waters." "Test the waters?" Audrey looked at her sister. "What do you mean test the waters?" "Have we all been married and widowed too long that we forgot how to act like women," said Audrey to the group. "I understand what Brenda is saying. What if we sexually teased our sons and nephews by showing them some panty and a little tit? What's the harm in flashing them? What's the harm in allowing them to cop a cheap feel every now and then if it means keeping them safely at home? We all have sexy nightgowns we've been dying to wear. Why not have some fun with this? At the very least, whatever we do now will at least give us something to masturbate over later." Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #01 "Gees, Bren, you're making me horny just thinking about flashing Robert my panty and tits," said Jennifer. "Against it before, I think it would be kind of fun to flash my son and your sons bits and pieces of my body for the sake of keeping them safely at home on Nude Day," said Carol. "Maybe we could even have a Nude Day party," said Christine, "where we take it off, take it all off?" "Do we dare do that?" Kathy looked from one sister to the other. "Do we dare strip naked in front of our sons and nephews? Only, my God, sexually excited to think about stripping naked in front of them, it's been a long time since a man has seen me naked." "I could strip naked after I had a couple glasses of wine," said Brenda. "Oh, yeah, I can do a lot of things when I'm drunk," she said with a dirty laugh. "Me too," said Audrey. "I'd do anything after a couple of glasses of wine, just as I did with those CFNM strippers. If I'm drunk enough, I'd even have sex with my son." "Being that I'm always horny anyway, I'm game if you all are," said Jennifer. "I don't know," said Carol. "One step at a time. It would be enough for me to flash Tommy my panties. I don't know about flashing him my tits and I certainly don't know about allowing him to cop cheap feels of my body and groping me. I don't think I could ever have sex with him." "Now wait. Hold on," said Julia. "The real fun is in the seduction and the teasing. Just as Audrey said, you have to tease them first by wearing sexy nightgowns to get their attention and to get them interested before flashing them some tit, panty, ass, and pussy. Moreover, you mustn't be blatant about it. You must be coy. You must make your flashes appear accidental. You need to make your sons feel like the perverts that they are so that they'll see you as the type of women they hope to marry one day." "That's an interesting concept mother," said Kathy. "I never thought of it like that but it makes sense to me now," said Christine. "If we can't lead a horse to drink water, we can sexually tease the shit out of our sons and nephews to not only keep them preoccupied but also out of trouble." "I don't know about you girls," said Jennifer, "but I'm already sexually excited over the thoughts of flashing Robert and your sons my panties, bra, tits, ass, and pussy." "I can't wait for Michael and all your sons to get a look at these babies," said Christine pushing up her bra clad double D breasts with her hands. "Can we all be so wicked to actually do this and go through with this?" Carol looked from one sister to the other sister before looking at her best friend and her mother. "We can if we think of the big picture," said Audrey. "I'm ready to sexually tease my son, even have sex with my son, if it means that I'll save him from having a similar fate of his father. Rather than him killing himself or someone else while driving home drunk on Nude Day, I'd suck his cock. I would. If it meant my son staying alive, oh, yeah, I'd allow him to cum in my mouth and I'd swallow his cum rather than having to attend his funeral," said Audrey. "Definitely, if it meant saving my son from dying drunk on the highway or killing someone else, I'd suck and fuck my son, too," said Brenda. "Oh, my God, I can't believe we're really going to do this," said Jennifer. "Yet, now that I think more about it, being that it's been so very long since I've had a cock in my mouth, I'm actually looking forward to blowing Robert." "We can even do this in teams," said Carol finally getting into the spirit of having incestuous sex with her son and nephews. "I can go over your house and flash your son and you can go to my house and flash my son," she said to Jennifer. "Only, how about this? Every time we do something naughty with our sons and/or with our nephews, we'll meet once a week to discuss what we did and their reactions to all that we showed, all that they saw, and all that we sexually did with them," said Brenda. "Yeah, that's a good idea Bren," said Jennifer. "We don't want to be doing the same things at the same time." "What if our sons talk to one another about how we flashed them and sexually teased them?" Audrey looked at her sisters for support. "Ain't no one gonna talk," said Julia shaking her head in disbelief of her daughters' obvious naiveté when it came to incest. "Trust me," she said. "Why not?" Brenda looked at her mother. "Why wouldn't they talk among themselves in the way that we're discussing it now? "Yeah, why wouldn't they discuss what sexually happened between us?" Audrey looked at her mother for answers. "Men are different from women, especially when it comes to incest. Everything stays in the closet. The last thing your sons or nephews will say is that their mother flashed them her tits or his aunt flashed him her pussy. Being that they all know one another and are at the age where they're embarrassed by everything. Incest is still something forbidden and something that no young man talks about to his friends, especially when his friends are his cousins. Incest is just something that they masturbate over in the privacy of their rooms while imagining having sex with you all." "Okay, I'm ready to party," said Kathy. "If nothing else, at least I'll have some sexual fodder to masturbate later when alone in my room or while taking a bath." "Me too," said Christine. "I'm sexually aroused, just thinking what I'm going to do." "Now you're talking," said Julia. "I'm ready to party too. I'm ready to get naked on Nude day. I'm ready to have sex with all of my hot grandsons and your son too Christine," said Julia. With all six women staring at her, Julia raised her hand to her mouth and moving it back and forth with her tongue pushing out her cheek, she pretended that she had a cock in her mouth and she was giving a blowjob. "Eww," said all of the women all at the same time. "Mom! Gross," said Carol. "You're disgusting mother," said Jennifer. To be continued... Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #02 Sexually teasing him to test the waters, Audrey flashes her son her nearly naked body. That night, after the coercion of her mother and with the encouragement of her sisters and her best friend, Audrey was ready to take back her son from the bottle and from the sluts, the whores, the strippers, and the hookers. Willing to show him some sexy part of her unclothed body, she was willing to even give him sex if she had to and if she must, if that's what she needed to do to keep him safely at home. Knowing she could have prevented a tragedy and saved her son, what kind of mother would she be if he was killed in a drunken car accident that she could have prevented by flashing him bits and pieces of her naked body to keep him home? She's flashed plenty of men in the past and just because Gary's her son shouldn't make a difference. The bottom line is that he's a man and she's a woman. The bottom line is no matter if they're mother and son it's all just about sex and if sex is the one thing that she could give him to set him free, then so be it. It certainly didn't make a difference to her mother with her flashing and having sex with her brother, Ralph. When all of their husbands perished in a fire, her mother was able to save her son by giving him incestuous sex. Usually comfortably walking around the house in her jeans and a sweatshirt, Audrey looked at herself in the mirror. A petite, pretty redhead, she had bright, blue eyes, and B cup breasts. Everyone used to say, especially when she was younger, that she looked like Mia Farrow albeit with longer hair when Mia played Allison McKenzie in Peyton Place. Today, not her best day, with all the worrying she's been doing lately over her son, she looked old. With the bags she had under her eyes, she looked tired. With the desperation she felt in trying to stop her son from drinking and whoring, she felt sad. A good idea when they first discussed it, now the reality of the idea of her flashing her son and/or having sex with her son hit her hard as if she was up against a brick wall. She couldn't do it. She couldn't show him any part of her naked but only she must. She must do what she needs to do to keep him from drinking, whoring, and killing himself on the highway. She stared at herself in the mirror. A 46-year-old-woman long past her prime. Where have the years gone? Once carefree, beautiful and sexy, now she was just like any forty-something-year-old woman who lost her husband to drinking and whoring. She was angry that she needed to cross the incestuous line to save her son from himself. Giving herself a hard look, why would her son want an old woman who looked like her when he had his pick of young, sexy women, whores, sluts, hookers, and strippers his age? How would flashing her son her tits keep him safely at home? The only thing she had going for her, her ace in the hole, so to speak, was that she was his mother. According to the great works of literature and the perversely provocative thoughts of Sigmund Freud all sons wanted to have sex with their mothers. If sex is what he wants and sex is what he needs to stay away from the fast and dangerous life, then sex is what she can give him. Fixing her face, Audrey reapplied her makeup, put on fresh lipstick, and fixed her hair. A complete transformation, she didn't look half bad. Once removing the bags and smiling, she looked ten years younger. With just a little blush, eye shadow, and a lot of lipstick, she looked rested. Actually, if she said so herself, she looked pretty good. If she was a man, she'd do her. One by one, she took the time to go through her nightgowns to pick the sexiest one. She found it. The pale blue one, the one that plunged down to there and was cut up to here. This nightgown was the perfect nightgown for her to flash her nearly naked body to her unsuspecting son. Afraid of flashing her son something of her body that he shouldn't see, always so modestly and morally appropriate before, whenever she wore her nightgown she always wore her robe over it. Not tonight. Tonight she'd be sashaying around in front of her son in just her sexy, revealing nightgown. If he looked closely and she knew he would, with this nightgown so very transparent, he could see everything she owned. Coerced by her mother and encouraged by her sisters and her best friend, her way of testing the water, walking around in front of her son nearly naked, she wasn't wearing a robe tonight. Tonight, with her showing her son more of her body than she's ever shown him before and more than he's ever seen of her body before, she wasn't covering all that she was showing through the sheer material of her sexy nightgown with a bathrobe. Tonight, making her stand to help save her son from the follies of himself, she was ready to flash him, to tease him, and to seduce him if need be. On the premise of a mother saving her son, if whatever she did tonight would save his life tomorrow, she was willing to do whatever she needed to do. Something she's never done before, she was ready to flash him her panties and her tits to see what would happen next. A good plan when talking about it with her sisters and with her best friend, perhaps if she could interest her son enough with the charms of her nearly naked body, he'd make the decision to stay home with her instead of going out drinking and carousing. Maybe with her flashing him, in the way that her mother flashed and had sex with her brother, with her son having the hopes of having sex with his mother too was enough to keep him home and away from the fast, wild, and crazy life. Only, flashing him was one thing, uncharted waters and a line she was reluctant to cross, she didn't know if she could have sex with him too. With the Nude Day celebration a couple of weeks away, perhaps gradually, while showing him more each day, maybe she'd eventually do more to keep him interested in her enough to forsake the bars and stay home. If she had to, she'd give him a hand job. Having given lots of hand jobs before, a hand job was no big deal. If she had to, she could give him a hand job. Oh, yeah, she could wrap her fingers around her son's big, hard cock while he fondled her tits and fingered her nipples. It's been a long time since a man has sexually touched in that way. It's been a long time since she's had a hard cock in her hand. In the horny and sexually aroused way that she felt right now for her to flash her son her panties and tits, she could stroke him while he sucked her nipples and put his hand between her legs. Maybe, in the way he's done lots of time before when he comes home drunk and horny, she'll allow him to touch her, grope her, and feel her. In the horny state she was in right now, she wouldn't mind him feeling her tits and fingering her nipples while he fingered her pussy and she stroked his cock. While he touched and felt her where no son should ever touch and feel his mother, maybe she'll touch and feel him too where no mother should ever touch and feel her son. Maybe she'll stroke him while he feels and fondles her. Yet, for tonight, starting slow and gradually building up, she was only going to flash him her tits and panties. Maybe tomorrow, she'll allow him to do a little more. Playing the part perfectly of the provocative, incestuous mother seducing her young, adult son, whatever innocent move she made while wearing her sexy nightgown, she knew she'd be showing her son something of her nearly naked body that he's never seen and shouldn't see now. With her wearing this sexy nightgown, if she innocently leaned forward in front of him to reach for something or to pour her or her son a drink, she'd deliberately be showing him her tits. With her nightgown top leaning forward and open with her every downward movement, her son Gary would be seeing a lot of her B cup breasts. With her already sexually aroused just wearing her nightgown and by the thoughts of flashing her son her breasts, her nipples were already erect and hard. Wanting to see what he could see, she looked at herself in the mirror while leaning forward. Definitely and without a doubt, if she could see the reflection of her tits in the mirror, if she could see her areolas and her nipples, then he'd be seeing them too. Definitely because of how her nightgown was cut so low, whenever she leaned forward, she'd be flashing him her areolas, her nipples, and her breasts in their entirety in a beautiful down nightgown view. Having never flashed her son so much as her bra strap before, she couldn't believe she was about to flash him her tits now. Hoping that flashing him her breasts along with her panties was enough to interest him to stay home, she wasn't ready to do any more than that just yet. Being that her nightgown was so short, even when she sat with her knees glued together, her son would be seeing some of her sheer, white panty over the triangular opening that appeared over her thighs. Perhaps because she received the informal permission from her mother, sisters, and her best friend, it sexually excited her for her to know that she'd be flashing her son her tits and panties tonight. Unless she sat with her hands in her lap, which she usually did when sitting across from her son, tonight she was keeping her hands by her sides, her nightgown as loose as her morals, and her knees as open as her lack of modesty. A first time for everything, she's never knowingly flashed her son her panties before. Not daring to walk around him without her panties, she wasn't ready to flash her son her pussy just yet but, by her thinking about flashing him her pussy, she knew she would eventually flash him her naked ass and pussy. More than she's ever done or even thought about doing before, flashing her son peeks of her panties and down nightgown views of her tits was enough for the first night. Quite enough, a big step for her that she was parading around her son while wearing her sexy nightgown without her mandatory bathrobe, she knew she'd be showing him more of her than he's ever seen before. She stood in front of the mirror while looking at herself, with her hair fixed, her makeup applied, and with her wearing her sexiest nightgown, if she said so herself, she didn't look half bad. Actually, she looked good. She felt better about herself. She looked hot. She looked sexy. Definitely, if she could clearly see the outline of her breasts and the impressions her nipples made through her nearly see through nightgown, then she knew that he could too. Sexually teasing him while making her flashing appear accidental, just as her mother warned her to do, she was curious to see his reaction to seeing all that she was willing to show him. Truth be told, sexually aroused just thinking about it, she couldn't wait to flash him her tits. Wanting to see the look on his face, she couldn't wait for him to see her areolas and nipples. She wondered what his reaction would be to seeing her naked breasts and to seeing her panties. Taking it a step further, she knew that there was some things that she could do to show him even more of her sexy body without being blatant about it and while making her flashes appear accidental. She knew that he could see all that she was immorally showing when she stood in the kitchen with the light off and the refrigerator door open while bending her head inside as if she was looking for something to eat. The light from the opened refrigerator door lit her up as if she was being X-rayed with a full body laser beam. Showing enough of her shapely form, even more than if she was walking through a TSA X-ray machine, she knew he'd be seeing his mother in a whole new light, pardon the pun. When leaning in the open refrigerator and with her nightgown so revealingly transparent, she knew she's be giving him an up nightgown view of the underside of her B cup breasts. With her breasts falling forward as if she was leaning over her son when about to suck his cock, and her nipples clearly visible, she knew that he could see more of her than he's ever seen of her before. With her not wearing a bathrobe over her nearly see through nightgown, for the first time, she felt nakedly exposed while in the company of her son. With her wearing such a low cut nightgown, for the first time, she felt sexy when in the presence of her son. With her acting more than the woman that she is instead of his mother, for the first time, in the way that he'd be staring at her and obviously lusting over her, she felt wanted and desired by a man who was forbidden to have sexually feelings for his mother. Never sexually aroused before when in the company of her son, for the first time, she could feel a familiar wetness between her legs when thinking about all that he could clearly see of her. Unmercifully about to tease him, she did the same exhibitionist act with the TV as she did with the refrigerator. Being that her mother has already done this with her brother, made it somehow okay for her to do this with her son. Having never thought of her son as a sexual man before, she was thinking about him in that way now. When standing in front of the television, she knew that the bright light of the TV would light up her nearly transparent nightgown. Clearly, when turning from side to side, she knew that Gary could see her braless breasts and her panty clad ass and pussy. When standing in front of the TV, even with her blocking the picture, usually complaining that she was in the way, he wouldn't be complaining that she was blocking his view now. Instead of blocking his view from the television, she'd be giving him an even better view to see than what he was watching on television. Obviously, with him not complaining, she'd know that Gary was looking. It's been a long time since she's teased and flashed a man but as if riding a bike after not being on one for years, she didn't need any lessons on how to be a sexy woman. Without a doubt, she knew that they'd both be masturbating tonight over all that she was showing him of her nearly naked body and over all that he was seeing of her nearly naked body. Without a doubt, if flashing him her nearly naked body tonight, maybe she'll do even more tomorrow night. Imagining him touching and feeling her, she thought about touching and feeling him too. When she finally emerged from her bedroom while wearing her sexy, nearly see through nightgown without the modesty of wearing a robe, he stared at her as if she was a cold, six pack of beer on a hot day. Just standing there under his constant surveillance, she felt sexy. She felt wanted. She felt desired. She felt so very sexually aroused, a feeling that she hasn't had in years. "That's a pretty nightgown Mom," he said using his compliment as his excuse to stare longer at her tits that showed through the shear material of her nightgown as if she was wearing nothing at all. He stared at her as if she was naked. Undressing her with his eyes, he didn't have to undress her very much to see her naked. She felt as if she was Jennifer Lopez or Cher at the Oscars wearing something so very transparent without the modesty of a bra. In that regard and with those sexy women in mind, she knew what she was flashing Gary not only the defined, entire outline of her breasts but also she was clearly showing him the size and the shape of her erect nipples. If he stared any longer and any closer than he already was leering, having already tested how much he could see of her by staring at herself in her mirror, she knew that he could see the defined outline of her areolas too. As if she was standing there topless but with a light piece of nearly transparent material, she knew that he could clearly see her tits. Especially when standing in front of the open door of the refrigerator or in front of the TV, with her being so lit up, it was as if she was standing there naked but for her bikini panties. She never thought she'd be so very sexually excited showing her son her nearly naked body but she was. "Thank you," she said putting a hand to her nightgown to pull the material tighter while looking down at herself. When she pulled her nightgown tight like that, as if pulling Saran wrap to clearly read the contents inside, she knew that she was giving him an even better view of her breasts. When she pulled her nightgown tight like that, her nipples pushed through even more. She watched his mouth go in the shape of a goldfish. In the shape his mouth involuntarily moved when he was a baby and was hungry for her nipples, being that he looked hungry for her nipples now, some things never change. "You're always covering that beautiful nightgown with a robe," he said continuing to stare at her as if she was a frosty beer on a scorching hot day. "You always look so uncomfortable when wearing your robe. Maybe you should walk around in your sexy nightgowns more often in the way that I walk around in a tee shirt and pajama bottoms," he said looking down at himself with her looking down at him too. He had an erection. With his cock pushing his pajama bottom up and out, it was obvious that he had an erection. It was obvious to her that she had given her son, Gary, an erection by flashing him her tits. It made her sexually excited to know that she gave him an erection. It made her even more sexually excited to see his erect prick tenting his pajamas in the way that her erect nipples pushed themselves against her nightgown. Now thinking about his cock as much as he was obviously thinking about her tits, she wanted to see his cock. She wanted to touch his cock. Knowing no boundaries once crossing the incestuous line, just as she once was with her prom date when she as 18-years-old, out of control, one thing seemingly led to another. "I've been having hot flashes lately and wearing a bathrobe is much too hot," she said defending her reason for not wearing a robe and for not being the moral, modest mother that she normally is. "I hope I'm not showing you something of me that I shouldn't and that you shouldn't see," she said turning one way before turning the other and before leaning forward enough to give him the perfect view of her braless breasts down her nightgown. "You can't see anything of me, can you?" She leaned forward in front of her while he stared down her nightgown top. "I mean, I'm modestly covered, aren't I?" When she leaned forward, as if they were taking a bow after their curtain call, she felt her B cup breasts leaning forward with her. As if he was high on drugs, she watched his eyes widen while staring down her open nightgown top at her tits. Not three feet away from him and close enough for him to reach out his horny hand to stick down her nightgown to cup her breasts while fingering her nipples, she stood there like that with him staring and her exposing her tits to him. She felt so wicked. She felt so sexy. Wanting him to touch her and to feel her, she felt so sexually aroused. Then, standing, she pulled her nightgown tighter to her body again. She knew that when she made that move, Gary could clearly see the impressions that her nipples made in her nightgown. If he looked closely enough, he could see more than just her nipples. He could see her areolas too. If he looked closely enough, he could see her panties too. With her panties as sheer as her nightgown, definitely, if he could see her panties, then he could see her pubic hair through her nightgown and through her panties too. Groping her, touching her, and feeling her when he's drunk, she knew by the look on his face that he wished he could grope, touch, and feel her now. She recalled the touch of his hand when he squeezed her ass through her bathrobe and nightgown. She recalled the feel of his fingers when he stuck his horny, drunken hand inside of her bathrobe to fondle her breasts through her nightgown and fingered her nipples as soon as she was aroused enough for them to make their appearance. She recalled she'd always masturbate herself that night and the next morning with the dirty thoughts of having incestuous sex with her son. Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #02 With the excuse that he was drunk and too drunk to know what he was doing, she recalled how he'd always reach beneath her nightgown to cup her panty clad pussy. She remembered the time when he grabbed her by her wrists, pulled her hand forward, and wrapped her fingers around his cock. Then moving her hand back and forth, he humped her hand while giving himself a forced hand job. Now she wished she wasn't wearing panties. She was horny enough now to flash him her pussy in the way that he's flashed her his cock numerous times. Now, wishing she had reciprocated, she wished she could fondle his cock now in the way that he's fondled her body over the years. In the aroused state that she was, if he reached out his horny hand to feel her breasts and finger her nipples through her nightgown or reached beneath her nightgown to cup her ass and/or pussy through her panty, she'd let him. If he wrapped her fingers around his cock, without him having to hump her hand, she'd stroke him before falling to her knees to suck his cock. Oh, yeah, in the sexually aroused state she was in right now, she'd suck her son and even allow him to cum in her mouth. Yet, before things got out of control, flashing him her tits was enough for one night. When she retired to bed, she'd be masturbating herself to the best orgasm she's had in years with the forbidden yet totally sexually arousing thoughts of having deeply penetrating, albeit forbidden sex with her son. Knowing her son would do the same when he retired to bed, she knew that he'd be masturbating to all that she was showing him and all that he was seeing of her. She only wished she could masturbate him now. She'd like to watch him cum. "Nah, you're covered Mom," he said. "Besides, you're my mother. If you were accidentally flashing me, I wouldn't look," he said obviously lying when he was already staring at all that he could see of her. "I'd advert my eyes," he said staring down her nightgown top at her tits, areolas, and nipples. To be continued... Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #03 Jennifer strips naked and gives her son a hand job. To get the sexually incestuous ball rolling, Jennifer, a dark haired, tall, shapely, and pretty woman with big brown eyes, and C cup breasts, chose a different strategy than did her sister Audrey used to flash her son. Instead of passively flashing him and submissively teasing him, taking a more aggressive route, she played more of an active role in his seduction. "Robert would you do me a favor?" Jennifer rubbed her back and shoulder while grimacing. "Sure Mom. What do you need?" She continued massaging her back and shoulder while giving her son a pained look. "My back is really hurting me. Could I bother you to give me a back massage? It's been so very long since you gave me one of those," she said. "I'm so tight," she said moving her arm around in her socket as if she was winding up to pitch slow softball. "Sure," he said looking at her as if he was already undressing her with his eyes and in the sexy way she always looked, no doubt he was. "Go change into something, um, less confining and more comfortable. I'll meet you in your bedroom." "Okay, give me ten minutes to get ready and knock first please," she said. "I don't want you catching me naked," she said with a dirty laugh and a sexy look. After the sexually laced, incestuous conversation she had with her mother, her sisters, and her childhood, family friend, she was horny for her son. Something she never wanted or even thought about before, she now wished her son would abruptly enter her bedroom without knocking. She'd like nothing better than to be standing there without a stitch on while staring at him as if a deer staring at headlights. Taking her time, she fixed her hair and painted her lips. Not such a difficult thing for her to do being that she was already as sexy as were all of her sisters, she wanted to look sexy for her son. 'What to wear? What to wear? Maybe this. What about that? Oh, this might do the trick.' Pulling out nightgown after nightgown, she tried on half a dozen nightgowns before she found the most revealing one, a sheer, sexy, pale yellow form fitting one that clung to her shapely body and that wore like colored Saran wrap. For the sake of flashing him her trimmed, dark brown pussy, she decided against wearing panties. Without even having flashed him, just the thoughts of her flashing her son her tits and her pussy was enough to sexually arouse her. She could already feel her nipples hardening and erecting. As her sister Audrey did with her son Gary, Jennifer slipped into her sexy nightgown, the one that was sheer enough to show everything for the sake of the sexual excitement of her son, Robert, and for the sexual arousal of her too. She fixed her hair and reapplied her makeup while paying special attention to her lipstick. Lipstick on his dipstick, she couldn't help but think of coating his cock with her bright, red lipstick in the way that she's coated the cocks of so very men before she was married. Only, not totally a slut, instead of putting on the bright light of the bedroom, she put on the dim glow of her nightlight on her nightstand next to her bed. Giving the room a sexy, soft ambience, with her red lips, dark hair, and abundant breasts, she looked like Cleopatra waiting for her Mark Antony or Elizabeth Taylor waiting for Richard Burton to come make love to her. She looked like a sexy goddess resting upon her bed while waiting for her arrival not of her lover but of her son. Yet, having an ulterior motive by putting on the dim nightlight, she knew that her energy unconscious son would turn on the brightly revealing overhead light as soon as he came in her bedroom. Not wanting to be blatant about it, wanting to make flashing her son appear accidental, she didn't want to be the one to put on the bright spotlight of a light overhead. With her knee positioned up and her nightgown pulled down not to prematurely reveal anything of her nearly naked body just yet, already laying on her back, she looked as if she was posing for a sex scene in a movie. As soon as he put on the bright overhead light, she'd give him an eyeful of her trimmed dark pussy and C cup breasts through her the sheerness of her sexy nightgown. "Mom?" He knocked on her closed bedroom door. "Are you decent?" No doubt hoping to catch her naked or topless, he peeked his head inside without waiting for her to respond. Decent? With what she was about to do with her son, no decent mother would have the incestuous thoughts that she had now. Already following in her mother's footsteps, this was her first step to becoming an incestuous slut. Wishing she had a mirrored ceiling or could have an out of body experience to see all that her son would soon be seeing of her, she wondered what and how much he could see of her. Just the thought that he'd be seeing the dark shadow of her nipples and trimmed patch of pubic hair through the pale yellow of her nightgown made her want to masturbate herself with the sexy thoughts of flashing her son. Just as she'd love to watch him masturbate in front of her, she'd love to masturbate in front of him. Wondering what sexual sounds he made while stroking himself, she'd love to watch him cum. She'd love to give him a masturbation show too. While feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples, something she was embarrassed to do in front of her husband, she'd love to do that in front of her son. She'd love for him to watch her fingering her pussy not only with her fingers but also with her vibrator and dildo. Sure enough, just as she expected, as soon as Robert entered her bedroom, as if he were the attending surgeon in an operating room, he turned on her overhead light. As if her bedroom light was the sun and she was a jellyfish, or if she was being interrogated under the bright light at a police station, she knew that he could see right through her nightgown. As if she was something to be examined and/or someone to be desired, he stared at her as if she was the top shelf of a bar and he was deciding what his poison was. "Honey, that light is so bright that it hurts my eyes," she said shading her eyes while not making any move to cover her nakedness with her hands or with her arms. Especially in the way that he was leering at her as if she was a stripper on stage, she knew that he could see her nipples and possibly even her areolas too. Definitely, with her pubic hair so very dark and her nightgown so very transparent, she knew he could see the dark shadow of her trimmed pubic hair too. She knew that he could see a lot of her and more of her than any son should ever see of his mother. "Wow Mom! You look so sexy," he said using his compliment as his excuse to really ogle her nearly naked body. "You look so hot?" Without a doubt, just as she would be masturbating too, she knew that he'd be pulling his prick over the thought of seeing her naked and having sex with her. She wondered if he thought about her sucking his cock as much as she sometimes thinks about sucking his cock. It's been a long time since she's had a cock in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy and with him always walking around with an erection, he sometimes made her horny for him. "This old thing? It's just something that I threw on to cover myself," she said while knowing she was already so nakedly exposed to his horny eyes. "You should wear that more often. It's a beautiful nightgown," he said staring at her as if she was already naked. "With your dark hair against the pale yellow, your nightgown really contrasts and enhances your complexion," he said as if he was a fashion designer. With her dark pubic hair against the pale yellow of her nightgown, no doubt he was referring to the complexion of her pussy and not of her face. Without a doubt, she suspected that he was referring to her trimmed, dark pussy and not her cheekbones. Jennifer knew that Robert was no gay fashion designer. If anything, she knew that he was a horny, young man who, obviously, by his lustful leer was ready to have incestuous sex with her, his mother. All she needed to do was to give him the least bit of encouragement and he'd be all over her as a drunk would be drinking cheap drinks during happy hour. "Damn, you're such a MILF. You're a real cougar." "MILF? Cougar." She laughed. "So, being that I'm old and you're young, I'm a cougar of a mother that you'd like to fuck." "Oh, no, um, I mean. Sorry, Mom. I didn't think before saying that," he said turning red. "That's okay. As a 42-year-old woman who seldom receives compliments anymore, I'll take what you said as a compliment," she said. Eager to flash her son her nearly naked body, only she didn't want to be blatant about it. Besides, leaving something for his imagination, showing him less is always not only showing him more but also enticing him to come back for more while making him continue to stare longer and harder. Now with the shine of that bright light, she felt totally exposed. Reluctantly obeying his mother's wishes, he took his sweet time turning off the light while staring back at her. As if she was a stripper on stage and he was asked to leave by a big, burly bouncer, he took one last, long look of her nearly naked body before he extinguished the light. Feeling her nipples grow hard and erect under his constant leer, she felt a familiar wetness between her legs in knowing that her son was looking, staring, and leering at all that she was showing and at all that he was seeing of her. She wondered if he thought she was pretty. She wondered if he thought she was sexy. She wondered if he really did think that she was a MILF. In the way that he was attracted to older woman, she wondered if he really did think that she was a cougar. She wondered if he thought about having sex with her in the way that he always thought about having sex with older women and in the way that she was thinking about having sex with him now. "I have some scented oils that you may like Mom," he said. "Only you'd have to slip your arms out of your nightgown so that I don't stain your beautiful nightgown." "Okay, let me get comfortable on my stomach first," she said rolling herself over and slipping her arms out of her nightgown. Leaning up as if she was sunning herself while wearing an unhooked bikini top, she deliberately flashed him the entire side of one of her big breasts in the process removing her arms from her nightgown. "Do you just want me to do your back or do you want me to massage your legs too?" "Oh, a leg massage would be wonderful," she said. "I haven't had a leg massage in years. Your father used to give me wonderful leg massages. Yes, please, Robert, I would love a leg massage." "I can give you a foot massage too," he said. "Seriously? A foot massage? I'd like that very much," she said. She couldn't help but remember the dialogue between Vincent Vega, played by John Travolta, and Jules Winfield, played by Samuel L. Jackson, in Pulp Fiction when Jules admitted that he routinely gave his mother foot massages. She couldn't help but think of Howard Wolowitz played by Simon Helberg in The Big Bang Theory giving his mother foot massages too. Something that most sons would never do, give their mothers foot massages, she wondered if Justin Bieber, Brad Pitt, or Leonard DiCaprio gave their mothers foot massages. No doubt, with their money, they could afford to send their mothers to a swanky, beauty salon. With her not wearing any panties and with him giving her a leg and foot massage, she knew that she'd be flashing him her son her naked pussy any minute now. Just the thought of flashing her son her cunt made her horny. It's a good thing that her nightlight was so dim. Nonetheless thinking more about flashing him her pussy, just by the mere thought of flashing Robert her cunt, she could feel herself getting sexually aroused and wet again. Wondering where and when he was going to stop, she felt him pull her nightgown up higher and higher. Feeling much like Alberta Watson did as Susan Aibelli in Spanking the Monkey, when her son was massaging her broken leg high up above her cast, she enjoyed being touched by a man even if that man was her son, especially if that man was her son. Finally, with her nightgown collecting just beneath her buttocks, feeling a bit of a draft, he raised the hem of her nightgown up to the bottom of her ass cheeks. As if she was now wearing a wrap around her ass and waist, that were the only parts of her covered. Already flashing him the bottom of her naked ass, with him standing at the end of the bed, she knew that if she parted her legs even just a little, she'd be flashing him not only her ass crack but also her dark, brown, trimmed pussy. He warmed the massage oil with a candle and, as if he was leaking warm cum on her back from his cock, he dripped warm oil on her one tiny drop at a time. Then, when he had accumulated enough warm oil, he rubbed and massaged his mother's back while taking a slow, purposeful detour to the sides of her naked breasts with his long, errant fingers. Copping cheap feels of the sides of her breasts under the pretense of massaging her back, she couldn't believe her horny son was feeling her big, firm tits. There was a silent incestuous code between mother and son. With her not saying anything to stop him massaging the sides of her breasts, he stopped just before touching her nipples. Goading her and teasing her, sexually arousing her and making her horny, at that point, she wished he would finger her nipples. Then, when massaging her long, shapely legs, parting her thighs, she allowed him to move her legs further apart. Now she knew that he definitely had a good up nightgown view of her naked ass and trimmed pussy. He slowly and erotically moved his hands all the way up her thighs. He continued massaging his mother as if he was Ray Aibelli played by Jeremy Davies in Spanking the Monkey. When he was ever so slowly sliding his horny hands further up his mother's thighs on the pretense of giving her a leg massage, Robert was going where no son should ever go when having his mother in such a vulnerable position. Shame. Shame on him for touching and feeling his mother in such a sexual way. Shame. Shame on her for allowing her son to touch and feel her in such a sexual way. What has this world come to when sons lust over their mothers and mothers willingly have sex with their sons? Where are the boundaries? Are we all tempted by the Devil and looking down to Hell instead of embracing God and looking up to Heaven? * * * * * When she felt the back of his hand lightly touch her pubic hair, she quivered. As soon as she felt his light touch, she became sexually aroused again and she wondered if he had felt how wet she was. Momentarily, she was embarrassed to reveal to her son that he had sexually aroused her. Then, immediately, she was sexually excited that her son knew that she wanted him, no doubt, as much as he wanted her. At that point in the massage, sexually aroused and wet enough, if he dared touch any part of her, even her pussy, she'd let him rub her clit and finger her hole. At that point of the massage, she'd love nothing more than for him to finger her pussy while fondling her breasts and fingering her nipples. At that point of the massage, if he stood by her head and leaned over her on the pretense of massaging her shoulders, arms, and the top of her chest, she'd unzip him, pull out his cock, and stroke him. With her husband back at the hotel room, just as she did with her massage therapist on her Honeymoon when vacationing with her husband, she suck him as his personal payment for massaging her. If he didn't know before, he knew now that massages make her so sexually aroused. If only her husband knew that she gave her black, massage therapist a blowjob, he'd no doubt be as angry as he'd be sexually excited. Only, she never told her deceased husband that she sucked the cock of every man who gave her the relaxed pleasure of a massage when touching, kneading, and feeling her naked body. She couldn't help herself. Whenever a man touched her where her husband no longer touched her, she felt compelled to give him as much pleasure as he gave her. With her thoughts going from sexually pleasuring her son, she thought about her son sexually pleasuring her. In the way that her black, Jamaican massage therapist did in Jamaica so very long ago while on her Honeymoon, she'd love nothing more than to have her son finger her pussy while licking her. If her son dared pleasured her in that way, definitely, without a doubt or having a second thought, having gone so very long without the sexual touch of a man, she'd suck his cock after he fucked her. Not only would she suck his cock but also she'd allow him to cum in her mouth. Oh, yeah, thirsty for cum, a real cum slut in her youth and the proudly crowned, blowjob queen of her neighborhood, she'd swallow her son too, every single drop of him. When he massaged her feet, whether purposely or accidentally, he rested her foot on his cock. Oh my. She could discern that he had an erection even with the soles of her feet and especially with her toes. As if her toes were little fingers, she played with his the head of his cock with her toes. Feeling his cock throbbing and pulsating against her foot and her toes, she knew that Robert was just as sexually aroused as she was. With her on her bed nearly naked, why wouldn't he be sexually aroused? She was. When he lifted her leg to massage her foot, slowly up and up, she felt her nightgown climb even higher. Knowing that the bottom of her ass was totally on display to his horny eyes, she knew that he could see her pussy too. Suddenly, she felt much like she imagined Alberta Watson did when she played Susan Aibelli in Spanking the Monkey when her son, Ray, played by Jeremy Davies, was giving her a massage and moving his hands higher up her thighs and ever so close to her pussy. Just as it was then in the movie it was now with the both of them knowing what they both wanted to do. Yet, crossing the line of incest was forbidden and as it was with her toes on his cock, their toes were already over the incestuous line. Not wanting him to have all of the fun, she wondered after he finished giving her a massage, if he'd allow her to give him one too. "Would you like for me to give you a massage Robert after you've finished massaging me?" "I'd like that Mom very much," he said. Too sexually aroused to wait for him to finish, needing to touch and feel her son's nearly naked body in the way that he was touching and feeling her nearly naked body, she couldn't wait to massage her son with her horny hands. "Well go change and I'll meet you in your bedroom," she said. "Okay Mom." She waited a few minutes before entering Robert's room. So very horny now after flashing her son her tits, her ass, and her pussy, she couldn't wait to masturbate herself. Naked but for his briefs, he was face down on his bed. In the way that he did with her, she poured warm oil on his back and thighs and massaged in the liquid until he glistened as if he was wearing suntan lotion. Then, when he flipped over, the elephant in the room, he had a huge erection that tented his underwear. As soon as she saw his erect cock peaking his underwear, she had the urge to masturbate him too. While pouring oil on his chest and stomach, she made sure that she deliberately poured oil on his underwear that concealed his cock. Now with his underwear soaked and totally transparent, his cock was clearly visible to her as if he was in a wet brief contest. Licking her lips while feeling dizzy with sexual excitement, she stared at the huge impression his cock made in his underwear before speaking. "Did I do that to you?" "Do what Mom?" Unlike his mother looking down at her naked breasts to see what she was showing her son, not daring to look down at his cock, he pretended that he didn't notice the elephant in the room when, of course, he obviously did. How could he not? His cock was so very conspicuously hard. Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #03 "You have an erection Robert," said Jennifer with a sexy, little laugh. "Is it because of me that you're sexually aroused?" "Sorry Mom. I can't control that from happening sometimes," he said covering his erection with his hand. "Damn, you got a little bit of oil on my underwear," he said laughing and pulling his underwear tighter for her to see more of his cock while looking up at her to watch her staring at him. "Don't worry about that. It will come out in the wash," she said pausing as if rethinking what she was about to say next. "I can do something about that," she said pausing with her words again. "If you'd like and if you wanted me to," she said as nervous as she was sexually aroused. "Pardon? Sorry. I don't know what you mean," he said when he knew exactly what she meant. "Maybe after your massage," said unable to conceal her incestuous lust for her son. Pausing again, she said with a dirty laugh. "I'll give you a happy ending." Staring at her son's erection through his oil soaked underwear, she couldn't help from imagining her hand wrapped around his cock. Stroking him slowly before stroking him faster, she'd love to watch him cum while knowing that he ejaculated because of the mutual lust that they had for one another. "Happy ending?" He lifted his head to look up at his mother and when he did he was rewarded with a beautiful down nightgown of her C cup breasts. With her poised over him while massaging him, but for only her areolas and nipples, he could clearly see most of her breasts down her nightgown. "Yes, I'd like to give you a happy ending," she said. "Wouldn't you like for me to give you a happy ending?" "Do you even know what a happy ending is Mom? When it comes to massage, it doesn't mean an ice cream sundae at Friendly's restaurant after a meal." "I know what a happy ending means Robert. I used to give them to your father whenever I massaged him. I was just teasing you," she said covering her tracks after obviously being embarrassed that her offer wasn't well received by him. She paused again but this time instead of going backwards, she proceeded forward. "Does that sexually excite you to think about me doing that to you?" "Doing what?" "Giving you a happy ending to your massage," she said. "Mom, I really don't think you know what a happy ending really is," he said looking embarrassed that he'd have to explain what a happy ending was. "I know what a happy ending is, Robert. It's a hand job," said Jennifer. "Gees, Mom. Oh my God. If I wasn't sexually excited before, I am now," he said. "Just the thought of your stroking me is a sexual overload." "Gees Mom what? It's no different than what you pay all of those strippers to do for you." "Think about what you're saying. You, my mother, would really give me, your son, a hand job?" "Sure, why not," she shrugged. When she shrugged her left nightgown strap fell to her arm and exposed most of her breast just short of her areola and nipple. Slow to replace her strap, she gave her son a good, long look at nearly the entirety of her nearly naked breast. She paused again as if rethinking what she was about to say. "Oh, my God," he said under his breath. "You have such beautiful breasts." "Thank you," she said looking down at how much of her breasts she was exposing to the horny eyes of her son. "If you wanted me to, I would," she said running a slow tongue over her full, red lips. "Think of it as a medical procedure. It's no different than me giving you an enema or taking your temperature anally," she said staring at the impression his cock made in his underwear before staring up at him. "Are you sure you know what you're saying to me," he said. "I don't mind giving you a hand job, if you don't mind me giving you a hand job," she said tossing her long, dark hair back with a practiced flick of her pretty head. They both fell silent with Jennifer massaging her son's arms, shoulders, and chest. Then, when she started massaging her son's thighs, Robert spoke. "I'd like that," he said. Knowing exactly what he meant, she asked him the question anyway. "You'd like what?" He paused in his answer and by the sexually excited look on his face, he looked as if he was imagining his mother's hand around his cock and no doubt by the stiffness of his erection, he was. "I'd like for you to give me a hand job." "You would?" "Yes," he said, "only..." "Only what?" "While you're masturbating me, may I play with your breasts?" She looked down at herself and back at her son before speaking. "You want to fondle my tits while I masturbate you?" "Yes, please, if you don't mind," he said. "Not only would I love to play with your tits Mom, while you masturbate me but I'd love to see them. Judging them by how they look in your nightgown, you have beautiful breasts." She stared at the impression her son's erection made in his underwear before staring down at the impressions her big nipples made in her nightgown. "Okay, but you must promise not to finger my nipples and you mustn't suck them," she said. "Why not?" "Because if you finger and/or suck my nipples," she said with a long pause. "You'll get me sexually excited enough to make me want to suck your cock," she said in a soft, sexually excited voice. Truth be told, as her excuse to suck her son, she'd like nothing better than for him to play with her nipples while sucking her tits. She like nothing better than for her son to get her so sexually excited that she'd forget about the ramifications of crossing the incestuous line and would give him the best damn blowjob he's ever had. She'd like nothing more than for her son to cum in her mouth. It's been a long time since she's sexually satisfied a man with her hand, mouth, or pussy. "You say that as if there's something wrong with you giving me a blowjob," he said. "Well there is," she said with a little laugh. "I'm your mother and having sex with you is incest." "You giving me a blowjob is no different than you giving me a hand job," he said. "Think of it as a medical procedure," he said with a dirty laugh. "Me giving you a blowjob is a lot different than me giving you a hand job," she said. "Mom, oh my God. I'd love for you to suck my cock," he said. "Really, I would." "Not tonight," she said with a laugh. "Let's just start with a simple, innocent hand job while you fondle my breasts without fingering my nipples. Let me think about it. Okay? Maybe tomorrow, if you're good and if you behave, I'll blow you." "Okay," he said. Robert removed his underwear while Jennifer slipped out of her nightgown straps. As soon as she wrapped her fingers around her son's cock he touched, felt, and fondled her big breasts. "You're so very hard Robert," she said stroking him faster. "And your breasts are so very firm. I love your big tits Mom," he said feeling them and fondling them while avoiding touching her nipples. Stroking him faster and harder while he fondled her big tits, it didn't take Robert very long to shoot a load of warm oozy cum all over his mother tits and hand. To be continued... Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #04 Carol flashes her son her pussy and gives her son a blowjob. More reserved than Audrey, definitely more modest then Jennifer, and the most religious one in the family, Carol faithfully attends church every week. Hard for her to return to her slutty ways after she's taken her soul from the Devil and given it to God, yet for the sake of her son, she'd do anything to save him from himself even have sex with him. That kind of self-sacrifice mixed with justification was much like the turmoil that women have wrestled with between church and sex for thousands of years. Giving into the Devil again for the sake of her son, Carol felt a bit like Fay Dunaway when she played, Mrs. Pendrake in Little Big Man. In the way that Carol was about to do now was what Fay Dunaway as Mrs. Louise Pendrake did in the movie. She shrouded her sexual appetite with tidbits from the Bible and hid her perversity with her blessings from scripture as if she was about to baptize her son a new life. As if God wanted her to have sex with her son for her to protect him, she used God to hide her sexual incest for her son. "Well, Jack. Now you know. This is a house of ill fame. And I'm a fallen flower. This life is not only wicked and sinful. It is even fun," said Mrs. Louise Pendrake played by Fay Dunaway to Jack Crabb played by Dustin Hoffman. Torn between religion and saving her son, having to make her choice Carol suddenly felt like Faye Dunaway did in that movie. She felt like a fallen flower in a house of ill fame. Once she started down this path, turning her back on God and embracing the Devil, she'd no doubt feel wicked and sinful. Yet, her reason for her to have sex with her son, if it was indeed to come to that, was an unselfish reason. She wasn't having sex with her son for her sexual pleasure and sexual satisfaction but as her way to save him from the bottle and hookers, whores, and strippers. "Amen," she said removing her rosary beads from around her neck and kissing them before hiding them away in her drawer. Carol had two glasses of wine before slipping into her short, low cut, sexy nightgown. Feeling like her sexy, old self again, she looked at herself in the mirror of her bedroom before stepping in the living room. Already showing a lot of her D cup breasts, one false move and she'd be showing her son the entirety of her tits. If she leaned too far over with what she was wearing her D cup breasts would be taking a bow after making their surprise appearance. She loved her tits. Of all of her sisters, she had the biggest tits. When looking at herself in the mirror, she thought about her sisters. Except for the twins, she wondered how five women could look so different and be so very unalike. Identical twins, with Audrey and Brenda having red hair, blue eyes, and B cup tits, Carol looked more like her sister Jennifer than she did the twins. Only, where Carol had natural blonde hair and blue eyes, Jennifer had blue black hair and dark brown eyes. Then, there was Katy who looked nothing like any of them. Petite with A cup breasts, she had brown hair and hazel eyes. Weird, all so weird how they were all born one after the other, except for Ralph, the baby of the family and an obvious accident of birth. In thinking about it now, he was the only one who looked like his father. Being that she recently discovered that her mother was having sex with her brother, she wondered if her mother had sex with anyone else. Except for the twins, of course, it wouldn't surprise her if they all had different fathers. Who knows, maybe her mother had a thing for the mailman, the UPS driver, the FedEx man, and/or the Pizza delivery man. Something she would have laughed over the thought of having her sisters having 4 different fathers before, now she pondered the thought. For sure, with the twins looking more like the mailman, Jennifer looking more like the UPS man, her looking more like the FedEx driver, and Katy looking more like the pizza delivery man, she and her four sisters more looked like those men than they did their father. If her mother was unashamed and unembarrassed that she was having sex with her son, perhaps she's been having sex with other men her whole marriage. With the alcohol encouraging her naughtiness, forgoing wearing panties, Carol was curious to see how far she'd go in flashing her pussy and what her son would do when seeing her pussy. She emerged from her bedroom wearing her sexy nightgown and nothing else but for a big, sexy smile. Not accustomed to seeing his mother walking around in such a sexy nightgown without wearing anything underneath and without wearing a robe, Tom never removed his eyes from the sheer impressions his mother's big breasts and erect nipples made through the thin material of her nightgown. Somewhat of the exhibitionist himself as well as a voyeur, her son was always lounging around the house in a tee shirt and pajama bottoms without underwear. Always looking to see what he could see of his mother, he pretended that he didn't notice that he was sexually aroused when around his sexy mother. Only unable to hide his erection, unless he taped it to his body, he was always walking around her with an erection that tented his pajama bottoms. Never wondering about it before but now she wondered if he was sexually teasing her as much as she'd be sexually teasing him today. With his cock such an obvious clue to his sexual excitement, she knew that he was sexually attracted to her. That was a given and, being that he was attracted to older women, why wouldn't he be attracted to her, a beautiful blonde, blue-eyed, busty beauty? In the relaxed way that she felt now with the wine working its magic on removing her inhibitions, if he walked around her with an erection today, especially in the horny and inebriated way she was feeling now, she just may reach out her hand and grab his cock. "Tommy?" "Yes, Mom." In the way that most men do when confronted by her abundant, D cup breasts, instead of looking at her eyes, he looked at her tits. As if her tits were her doors to her soul instead of her eyes being her windows to her soul, whether they were harnessed in her bra or hanging free and loose, he was always staring at her big breasts. In the way he stared at her breasts, he made her feel like Christina Hendricks from Mad Men when she played Joan Harris. Two very large elephants in the room, all men stared at Carol's breasts, even her son. "You're into exercise and physical fitness, what can I do for my stomach? She turned to show him her side profile while sticking in her stomach and pushing out her enormous breasts. Had he been standing in front of her, she would have knocked him over with her big, bodacious boobs. "I'm getting a paunch," she said pressing her hand against her stomach while pulling her nightgown tighter and sticking out her tits further. She had such big tits, much bigger than any of his aunts, and that move of pulling her nightgown tighter against her skin made her breasts pop out as if they were suddenly overinflated with air. The only one who had breasts as big as his mother's breasts was Christine, the family friend. By pulling her nightgown tighter, her nipples popped out even more as if they were battery operated. Where most women, even those women with big breasts, have small nipples, Carol had big nipples, the kind that any man would love to suck. "Sit ups and crunches are the best exercises for that," he said staring at the impressions her big nipples made in her thin, sheer nightgown instead of staring at her stomach. In the way she was recently always staring at his erection in his pajama bottoms without him seeing her looking, he was always staring at her tits. In the way that he stared and leered at her big breasts, seemingly, he didn't care if she caught him looking at her tits. Now with her teasing him, she didn't care if he caught her staring at his cock. Every time she looked at his erect prick, an involuntary reaction, she couldn't control herself from touching her hair and licking her lips. "Can you show me the proper form so that I don't hurt my back? I don't want to hurt my back again as I did before when I was jogging," she said. A sight to see, every man and some women in the neighborhood missed seeing his mother jogging around the neighborhood every morning. With coffee cups in hand, neighbors would come out of their houses in their pajamas on the pretense of getting their newspapers to watch Carol jog by. Not wearing a sports bra, her big breasts bounced in the way that all men imagined her tits bouncing when she's sitting on their cocks when in bed with her. Amazing, just amazing, not right, such a waste, and not fair to mankind, no woman who had a rack like that should be without a man. "Sure," he said getting down on the floor while looking up at his mother. "I can show you," he said while no doubt thinking, I can see you while he peered up her nightgown at her. "Thank you Tommy," she said. With him already on the floor staring up at her and with her nightgown so short, from that angle, she wondered how far up her nightgown he could see. Sexually aroused by the mere thought that he could, she wondered if he could see her pussy. She took a step closer to him to show him that she wasn't wearing panties. Definitely now, with her standing nearly over him, she was giving him a nice, up nightgown view of her cunt. She only wished he'd reach his hand up and up her shapely thighs before paying homage to her pussy. In the horny way she felt at that moment, if he reached up her nightgown to cup her pussy, rub her clit, and/or finger her, she'd let him. "Get on the floor and I'll hold your ankles," he said not so much looking up at her face as he was looking up her nightgown. Get on the floor? Is he kidding? Hoping he'd ask her to get on down on the floor, she was so nervous when he did. No doubt about it, no matter how hard she tried not to, she was going to flash her son her pussy. Obviously, with her nightgown so short, with her standing over him, and with him on the floor, he knew now that she wasn't wearing panties. No doubt hoping that she'd get down on the floor, she was a little shocked albeit sexually excited that he told her to get on the floor with what she was wearing. More than that, taking two to play this incestuous game, she shocked herself by getting on the floor with what she was wearing. Oh, my God, his mother, a church going woman, how dare she flash her son her pussy. Careful how she lowered herself down without prematurely flashing her son her pussy, Carol got on the floor, pivoted to face him, and stretched out her legs while Tom held his mother's ankles. She knew as soon as she started doing sit ups, her nightgown would raise higher up her shapely thighs and she'd be showing her son more of her than any mother should show her son. Excited about exposing herself to him, she wondered if she'd give him a harder erection than the one he already had showing now. In the way that she'd masturbate over showing her son her pussy, once he retired to her room, she wondered if her son would be masturbating over all that he was showing and all that he was seeing of her. "Now try to sit up," he said. She couldn't believe she was going through with this. She couldn't believe she was really going to flash her son her pussy. Oh, my God. She wondered how much of her breasts he could see when she sat up and leaned forward in her feigned sit up position. Forcing herself to do half a sit up, she moved her arms forward as if reaching for something to help her sit up. "Wow. That's much harder to do with you holding my ankles," she said. Every time she tried to sit up, her knees parted enough for him to get a glimpse of her between her shapely legs. Every time she tried to sit up, as if her nightgown was the slow, seductive curtain being raised to show a strippers naked body, she could feel her nightgown slowly climbing higher and higher up her thighs. Every time she tried to sit up, with her hearing strippers' music in her head, she watched her son's eyes dart from the impressions her nipples made in her nightgown to the view he was obviously seeing between her legs. She knew that she was flashing him her pussy and moreover, she saw that he was obviously interested enough to not only look but to stare. Giving him even more to see, every time she tried to sit up, her nightgown straps fell from her shoulders to the crooks of her arms. With her tits slowly making their surprise appearance, soon Tommy would not only have a view of her pussy but also a view of her massive, D cup breasts. "What if I bent my knees a little," she said unmercifully teasing him. "Would that be easier?" "You can try it that way," he said. "Yeah, that position may be easier for you," he said obviously encouraging her to flash him her cunt by bending her knees. Pretending that she didn't want him to see what she was immodestly and immorally about to flash him, she modestly sat up and pulled her nightgown down around her. Then she resumed her position on her back and bent her knees up towards the ceiling. Just as she knew that as soon as she tried sitting up with her knees bent that her knees would part enough for him to have a good view between her legs of her blonde, trimmed pussy. Suddenly having a sexual fantasy with the thought of him mounting her and fucking her, she only wished he'd spread her knees and stick his face in between her legs to lick her while fingering her. It's been years since she's had her pussy eaten. It's been years since a man has made her sexually excited enough for her to cum. So very sexually aroused, she was so very horny. She knew that as soon as she tried doing a sit up in that position with her knees bent up and with her nightgown so very short that he'd not only see her pussy but also that he'd have positive proof that she was a natural blonde. Further teasing him, she knew that as soon as she tried sitting up, her nightgown straps would slide down from her shoulders to expose much more of her cleavage and the tops of her big, beautiful breasts. Sure enough after only three crunches, her nightgown was nearly up to the tops of her thighs and her top was only held in place by her fully extended nipples. With the bottom of her pubic hair clearly visible to her son's horny eyes, she could tell by her son's erection, along with his unbroken stare, that he was enjoying all that she was immorally showing and all that he was immodestly seeing of her. Her son was just as sexually excited watching her doing sit ups in her sexy nightgown as she was exposing her body to her son. Taking her mother's advice to give her son incestuous sex as her proven way to keep him safely at home, she wished she knew about her mother's surefire method years ago. Then, as if it was a sign from above, the epiphany of having a moment of eureka, as if she was having a vision, something she never expected to occur, unexpectedly happened. With her son obviously so very sexually excited over seeing his mother's cunt and most of her exposed breasts, Tommy's cock pushed itself out of his pajama bottoms and stuck straight out of his pee hole. Every time she did a sit up, staring at it and leering at it, she came face to face to his erect prick. If she leaned more forward and if he leaned more to her, and she opened her mouth, she'd be able to take him inside. As if she needed any more motivation, seeing his cock staring at her was all the inspiration she needed. Meant to be as if God removed his cock from his pajama, in the way that Mrs. Louise Pendrake did with Jack Crabb in Little Big Man, glory to God, she now knew what she needed to do. Obviously with him knowing that he was so exposed to his mother, he pretended that he didn't know his cock was sticking out of his pajama bottom. Really? How could he not know his cock was so exposed, especially with her staring right at it? He was flashing her as much as she was flashing him. He wanted her to see his cock as much as she wanted him to see her pussy. Enjoying the view of her son's stiff prick, after having not seen a cock in years, she wasn't about to tell him that his prick was exposed. Trying not to see her looking, Carol stared at her sons cock whenever she could and as much as she could without him detecting her staring. Sexually aroused by the mere sight of it, she could feel the warm, familiar wetness between her legs. A telling sign, in the way his erect prick had grown to more than twice the size of his flaccid cock, without even needing to be fingered or sucked on, her nipples were already twice the size too. "I think that's enough for one day," she said embarrassed that she was showing so much of herself, that he saw so much of her, and that she saw so much of him. She pulled down her nightgown and pushed her nightgown straps back over her shoulders. "Help me up please," she said grabbing onto his pajama leg. As she got up to her knees his pajamas went down and his cock bounced out as stiffly as a sprung diving board. "Oops," he said looking down at his mother staring at his prick. Poised nearly by her mouth, his erect prick was at her eye level. Now not only was the elephant in the room but the elephant escaped from the zoo. Unable to avoid discussing it, with his cock right there staring at her, she had no choice but to comment on his erection. "Oh, my," she said staring at her son's erection before staring up at him. Looking back down at his cock, she reached out her hand to touch it with her fingertips. Then, before touching it, as if rethinking her decision to touch his cock, she withdrew her hand. "Did I do that to you?" She used her comment as her excuse to stare longer at his exposed prick. "Yes," he said looking down at his stiff prick before looking in his mother's blue eyes. "Was it my fault?" Playing the innocent mother, she asked him her loaded question. "Was I inadvertently flashing you something you shouldn't see?" She looked at him while taking the sexually excited look on his face as an affirmative answer. "Is that why you have an erection," she said playing the dumb blonde that she wasn't. "Yes," he said. "Oh," she said surprising herself that she turned a bright red. Glad that she did turn red, her embarrassment would prove to her son that her flashing wasn't accidental and not intentional. "Sorry Mom. This is so embarrassing," he said slowly pulling up his pajama bottoms. "You have nothing to be embarrassed about. Don't be embarrassed," she said staring at his erect. "Actually, and if you don't mind me saying so, you have a good reason to be proud. You have a much bigger cock than your father," she said reaching out her hand to touch his cock with her fingertips through his pajama bottoms but retracting her hand again before touching his cock. "May I?" "May you what?" He looked down at her hand while looking down at his cock that still tented his pajamas. "May I touch your penis?" "You want to touch my cock?" "Yes," she said. "Sure," he said with a dirty laugh while sticking out his hips as if giving the air a hump. "It's so hard," she said touching him through his pajamas with her fingertips. As if she was unscrewing a cap, she fondled the head of his cock through his pajamas with her fingertips. Surprising herself and obviously her son, she pulled his pajamas down again. Not resisting her, he allowed her to expose his cock to her again. "Mom, what are you doing?" "If you don't mind, I'd like to see it again. It's been such a very long time since I've seen a penis, especially an erect penis," she said turning red again while looking up at him before looking down at his cock again. "Mom, you're getting me sexually excited," he said. "I can tell," she said wrapping her fingers around his stiff prick. Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #04 "Mom?" He stared down at her hand around his cock. "What are you doing?" "I'm horny," she said looking up at him before staring down at his cock. "I have needs just like you have needs," she said slowly stroking her son. "You don't mind if I stroke you a little bit, do you?" "No, go right ahead," he said reaching his horny hand down to feel her breasts and finger her nipples through her nightgown. "I don't mind you stroking me at all." She wrapped her fingers around his cock tighter to stroke him a little faster. Stroking him while looking up at him and while he fondled her tits and fingered her nipples through her nightgown, they remained silent until she spoke again. "Would you do your old, widowed, lonely mother a favor?" He smiled down at her while pushing a strand of her hand that had fallen forward in her eyes. "Anything Mom. You just tell me what you want and it's done," he said. "This is really difficult for me to ask you," she said. "What Mom? What is it? Just ask me," he said. "You can ask me anything." "Promise me that you won't think less of me," she said looking up at her son with her big blue eyes and her full, red lips. "How could I think less of you, Mom? You're so very beautiful. I love you, Mom," he said leaning down to give her a peck on the lips. "Now what is it you wanted to ask me?" "Promise me that you won't think me a slut," she said. "A slut? I'd never think of you as a slut Mom," he said. "Promise me," she said. "I promise I won't think of you as a slut. Now go ahead, ask me your question," he said. "Okay," she said satisfied with his promise. She looked up at him and smiled before looking down at his cock again. Slowly stroking him, she blurted out her inappropriate, incestuous, sexual question. "May I suck you?" "Suck me?" He looked at her in total shock. He looked at her as if she was nuts or as if he was dreaming this exchange. "You want to blow me?" "Yes," she said stroking her son while looking up at him before refocusing her stare to his erection. "Sure," he said. "It would be my pleasure for you to suck me," said Tommy with a dirty laugh while taking a step close to his mother. "Only--," she said. "Only what?" He interrupted her thought to immediately question her. "You mustn't tell anyone that I did this. No one must know," she said. "I'd be so very embarrassed if anyone knew that I sucked my son." "I won't tell anyone Mom. I promise," he said taking his cock in hand and offering it up to his mother's lips. "I mean it Tommy. What we're doing is incest and people wouldn't understand," she said. "Don't worry Mother. I won't tell anyone," he said. Carol moved to her knees, took her son's prick in hand, and stroked her son a little faster while looking up at him. "It's been such a very long time since I've had a cock in my hand. You have such a beautiful prick Tommy," she said. "You're so very hard. It's been even longer since I've felt a hard cock in my hand. I can't even remember the last time I sucked a cock." "Suck me Mom, suck me," said her son touching her cheek before putting a gentle hand to the back of her head while reaching inside of her nightgown with his other hand to feel her breasts and finger her nipples. While Carol stroked her son harder and faster, Tommy humped his mother's mouth and fucked her face while feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples. With her giving him such an incredible and experienced blowjob, and him obviously so very sexually excited that his mother was blowing him, it didn't take him very long to shoot a warm, oozy load of cum in his mother's mouth. Instead of spitting him out of her mouth, as understandably she should have with him being her son and her being his mother, she swallowed. Not only did she swallow him but after she was done swallowing every drop of his cum, she licked him clean with her tongue. Whenever he oozed cum, she'd take him in her mouth to suck him again. "Mom, I need to make love to you," he said. "Please. May I make love to you? I really need to fuck you," he said. "No. Not now," she said. "Maybe another time," she said staring up at him. "I think it's enough that I stroked you and sucked you while you felt my tits and fingered my nipples." To be continued... Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #05 Kathy sexually and incestuous teases her son by flashing him her naked body. Naked while thinking about walking from the bathroom to her bedroom naked, acting as if he wasn't home, Kathy knew with her son sitting in the living room that he'd see her naked body. Instead she emerged from her shower wearing a towel around her petite body and another towel on her head. Wanting to accidentally flash him, she didn't want to be blatant about showing Jimmy her naked body. She wrapped the towel around herself while waffling in her indecision to actually go through with flashing her son. Surprised that she was, she was as sexually excited as she was sickened to her stomach about flashing her son her tits, her pussy, and her ass nonetheless. Not wrapping the towel too tight, allowing it to fit loosely around her, she needed the towel to fall at the right moment. All it took her towel to fall was for her to move to fast or to suck in a big breath of air. Knowing her son was a voyeur, she wasn't normally an exhibitionist. Somehow, she needed her towel to fall with her modesty and with her morals in the way that her sisters' and family friend's modesty and morals will be falling when they do the same with their sons by flashing them. Filled with a sudden horniness she hadn't felt in years, she was still reeling over her mother's confession of having sex with her brother. Yet, if her mother could have an incestuous relationship with her son, one that kept Ralph safely home with her, if only for that expressed reason, then she could have and incestuous relationship with Jimmy too. She just needed to stay focused on the big picture that her nakedness was more for Jimmy's continued good health than it was for her sexuality. So long as she convinced herself that she was doing this for him and not for her, she could flash her son. Even though she had the exhaust fan going to remove some of the steam from the bathroom, she had her bathroom door open enough to allow the cool air in while still preserving her modesty. Even if her son walked by the bathroom, he couldn't see her unless he stopped and peeked inside the open door crack. She removed the towel from her head to fluff out her hair before drying it. This was it. This was really it. She couldn't believe she was about to flash her son her naked body. She looked at herself in the mirror while trying to summon the courage to go through with what she needed to do. Never feeling that she was good enough, never quite feeling that she was a woman because of her small breasts, especially when her sisters and family friend made such a big deal over their abundant breasts and excessive sized tits, she always felt self-conscious about what she wore. Deciding against wearing padded bras, unless she was going somewhere formal she seldom wore a bra. Her sisters and friends were always flashing their cleavage, especially in the summer when they all wore their bikinis. Now, ready to flash herself to of all men, her son, finally at 40-years-old, she felt proud of her body. She tried to look at herself in the mirror in the way that she thought a man would look at her. Her fourth best feature behind her pretty face, big hazel eyes, and her perfect ass, she had beautiful hair. Always thinking about cutting her hair every time she washed it, she had long, beautiful, lush, brown hair. Where all of her girlfriends wanted to be blonde and dyed their hair blonde, she was happy being a brunette. Yet, she was at that age where she was tired of caring for her hair. Taking the focus from her breasts to highlight her face, she was at that age where she wondered what she'd look like with short hair and if she'd look better if her hair was shorter. Both Brenda and Audrey cut their hair short and they looked prettier. Always looking so very much younger than her 40-year-old age, a good twenty years younger, she looked like a teenager. On a good day when she wasn't sitting at home crying while worrying over her son and when she didn't have bags under her eyes the next morning, she looked ageless in the way that Mia Farrow, Katie Couric, and Naomi Campbell somehow always look ageless. Whenever she told anyone that she had met for the first time that she had a twenty-one-year-old son at home, no one believed her. With her looking so young, they were shocked. "Jimmy be a dear and pour me a glass of wine," she yelled over the noise of her hairdryer and the noisy exhaust fan from the half opened bathroom door. With him always hoping to catch her naked, as if he was a room service attendant about to be flashed, she knew he'd be more than happy to pour and serve her a glass of wine. Having never done anything like this before, coerced by her mother and encouraged by her sisters and family friend, she was as sexually excited as she felt ill with what she was about to do. Having never knowingly flashed her son any part of her, yet with him coming home drunk and groping her while trying to see what he could of her, she was about to show her son her naked body. Naked, naked, naked, she couldn't wait to see his reaction to him seeing her naked. Something she's never done and never thought about doing, she couldn't believe she was going to accidentally on purpose drop her towel. She wondered what his reaction would be to seeing her naked. Always embarrassed by her small breasts, she was reluctant to show any man her tits, especially when that man was her son. Yet, willing to do whatever she must do to keep him safely home in the way that her mother successfully did with Ralph, anything was worth a try to change his bad behavior when it came to drinking and whoring. A line she didn't have to think about crossing, even if it meant her giving her son sex, she was willing to do that to keep him safe. Timing it perfectly, with the noise of the hairdryer and the exhaust fan louder than the noise of Jimmy stealthily entering her bathroom, Kathy's towel fell just as Jimmy pushed open her bathroom door without knocking. Busy drying her hair, with her arms over her head and her tits, pussy, and ass on naked display of his horny eyes, she acted oblivious to his presence. She knew he was standing there staring but she pretended that she didn't know that he was standing there ogling her naked body. A point of no return and a line that no mother should ever cross with her son, she couldn't believe that she was exposing her naked body to her son's horny eyes. It was done now. She did it. With her side profile fully exposed to him, she turned away from him while facing the mirror as she dried her hair. Not making an immediate grab for her towel, she continued pretending that she didn't know that her son was standing there in the bathroom doorway not ten feet away staring at all that she was showing and all that he was seeing while watching her. Slow to retrieve her towel, then when she turned to face him, as if she was a deer in headlights, she acted shocked and surprised that he was standing there staring, she stood motionlessly in place while not covering her nakedness. She watched his eyes go straight from her small breasts and erect nipples to her shaved pussy. Then when she turned from him and bent at the waist to reach for her towel, mooning him, he saw her naked ass and the back of her pussy in between her legs too. After giving him a good, naked show of her beautiful body, she acted embarrassed that he saw her A cup breasts, her shaved pussy, and her tight, little ass. With her ass one of her best features, after her very pretty face and hazel eyes, even though she had the smallest breasts of her sisters, she had the best ass of all of her sisters. She more had the body of an 18-year-old girl than she did a 40-year-old woman. More focused on drying her hair, she reacted to her son seeing her naked with an Academy Award winning performance of shocked embarrassment and feigned shame. Obviously by her son's continued staring, she knew that seeing her naked was a big deal to him. Even though he's had sex with countless women, seeing his mother naked was more sexually exciting and she understood that about sons wishing they could have sex with their mothers. Yet, she never would have thought to sexually flash her son had her mother not told all of her sisters about what she did with their brother. "Oh, my God. Jimmy! Get out! Get out of here. I'm naked. Don't look at me. I'm so embarrassed," she said feebly trying to cover herself with her towel when her towel deliberately fell again. Quickly becoming expert at accidentally on purpose dropping her towel, she now thought about trying this with the pizza delivery man or UPS driver. When her towel was in place and secured around her petite body again, she turned to face her son with the attitude of a mother being embarrassed by her son. "How long were you standing there?" "I've only be here for a second," he said lying while staring at the sexy, naked show his mother continued giving him. Even though she had such small breasts, she had a beautiful body, the body of a dancer or of a ballerina. "Here's your wine Mom," he said putting the glass on the bathroom sink. "And your towel," he said with a dirty laugh when her towel fell yet again for the third time, this time her towel fell accidentally and not deliberately. When he picked up her towel, as if he was her lover instead of her son, his face was mere inches from her naked body. In hindsight, she couldn't have timed losing her towel any better if her son was the pizza delivery man or the room service waiter. Showing him all that he needed to see, she hoped that her mother's advice about giving her son incestuous flashes of her tits, her ass, her pussy, and/or of her naked body would work to keep him safely at home. If she had to, for him not to kill himself or someone else while driving drunk on the highway, she'd give him sex for her to keep him safely at home. Sickening her before but ready to do it now, if she had to, she'd fuck and suck him to save her son. "Oh, my God, Jimmy. I didn't know you were there. I was coming out to the living room for my wine. I'm so embarrassed," she said quickly wrapping her towel around her again. "Don't be embarrassed Mom. You have a beautiful body," he said stepping to her as if to give her a kiss on the cheek. Only, instead of kissing his mother on the side of her face, in one quick tug, in the way that a magician pulls a tablecloth from a set dining room table, he pulled the towel off of her naked body. Looking behind him while waiting for her to chase after him naked, he ran from the bathroom to his bedroom while taunting her with her stolen towel. "Jimmy, oh, my God, give me that towel this instant," she said covering her A cup breasts with one hand and her shave pussy with her other hand while chasing after him naked. A mother running naked and chasing after her son is never a good thing. No doubt wanting her to catch him, a son hoping that his mother will chase after him naked can't be good either. Catching him in his bedroom and exposing her shaved pussy to him again when she reached to grab the towel from his hand, he pushed her back on his bed and tickled her. Tickling and tickling her, with her naked and laughing while rolling all over his bed as if they were lovers instead of mother and son, Jimmy was not only getting two eyefuls of his mother's naked body but also two handful of her tits, ass, and pussy. Laughing and laughing, with her legs spread wide open and showing him a lot of pink while being tickled, she kicked at the air and with her arms flailing. Forget about briefly exposing her naked body to her son with a dropped towel, with him tickling her, she showed him more than she imagined she'd ever show him the first time flashing him. Naked, naked, naked, she was naked for a prolonged amount of time. Tickling and tickling her while copping cheap feels of her tits, her ass, and her pussy, he touched and felt his mother everywhere. Daring him to touch and feel more of her, when she didn't resist and when she didn't push his horny hands away, he touched and felt his mother where no son should ever touch and feel his mother's naked body. He not only took liberties with her naked body but also with her feigning her embarrassment and meekly slapping away his hands, as if he was her date after having bought her dinner, she allowed him to touch and feel her everywhere. Then, when she turned the tables on him, still naked, she tickled him while deliberately grabbing handfuls of his cock and his ass through his pajama bottoms. Tickling and ticking him, in the way that he touched and felt her, she touched and felt him. Then having enough of being tickled, Jimmy rolled his mother over. Taking her by each wrist and pinning her arms down, he spread her legs with his knees and mounted her as if he was going to fuck her. With her in the shape of a starfish and with her son on top of her, Kathy was helpless to do anything when her son leaned down, kissed her, and parted her lips with his tongue. Immediately evicting his tongue from her mouth with her tongue while moving her head away, she broke off his kiss. Only persistently insistent, he kissed her again and again until she returned his kiss with hers. A son kissing his mother and a mother kissing her son is one thing but a son and mother French kissing one another was really crossing the incestuous line. French kissing one another, they kissed and kissed while he continued touching, feeling, and fondling his mother. Fondling her tits, he fingered her nipples before reaching around to feel, grab, and squeeze her perfect ass. He pushed her hand down to his throbbing cock. Forcing her hand there for her to feel his erect cock through his pajamas, she lightly fingered the outline of his erect prick with her fingertips as if trying to find the surprise in a cereal or Cracker Jack box. It wasn't until he reached his horny hand between her legs and rubbed her clit and fingered her already moist pussy that she pushed him away. "Jimmy no. What are you doing? This is wrong. We shouldn't be doing this. I'm your mother and you're my son," said pulling away from him and pushing him off of her. "You're so beautiful Mom. I can't help myself," he said. Pulling his mother's hand toward him with one hand by her wrist, he forced her hand inside of his pajamas and on his cock. He left his hand there and wrapped her fingers around his erect prick before pulling his pajamas down with his other hand. Slowly humping her hand with his hips while moving her hand back and forth with his, he forced his mother to give him a forced hand job. "Jimmy no. Stop," she said trying to free her hand from his engorged prick. "What are you doing? You mustn't do this. We can't do this." "Touch me Mom. Please," he said staring up at him and not even looking down at his exposed prick. "Jimmy no, I can't," she said pulling her hand away and making eye contact with her son to avoid looking at his prick. "At least look at me," he said. Giving in to his sexual desires, she looked down at her son and stared. "Jimmy," she said still staring at his cock without looking away to look up at him. "We can't. We mustn't do this," she said softly and unconvincingly. "Please Mom," he said pulling her hand to his cock again. This time she didn't resist. Unable to control her lust for her son, and with her being so very horny with not having had sex for years with anyone but herself, she wrapped her fingers around her son's stiff prick. When she wrapped her fingers around her son, as if they were boyfriend and girlfriend instead of mother and son, he French kissed her again and again while fingering her nipples before moving his hand between her legs. Then, as if she was a cheap barroom whore that he picked up for the night, he gently pushed at her shoulder. He moved his body higher as he pushed his mother lower. Then, with a gentle hand behind her head, he pushed and forced her head down until her lips touched his prick. Kathy couldn't believe that her son wanted her to suck him. With his prick right there by her mouth, she was so very tempted to open her mouth and take him inside but she couldn't. This was her son and not some guy that she was dating. She couldn't suck her own son, she just couldn't. What kind of mother would she be if she blew her son? Actually, following in her mother's footsteps, she'd be just like her mother. She'd have an alive son instead of a dead one. Had it not been for her mother confessing that she's had sex with her son, she never would have dropped her towel to flash her son her naked body. Had it not been for her sisters and her family friend encouraging her to give her son incestuous sex with them giving their sons incestuous sex, she never would have considered sucking her son. Only with his cock right there, right by her mouth, how could she not suck him? To keep him safely at home with her, the very least she could do, now that she's already flashed him her naked body, she must suck him. She must. "Jimmy no. I can't suck you," she said. "I want to but I can't," she said saying it softly while putting her hand on his prick and looking from his cock to look up at him before staring down at his erect prick again. Taking him in her hand again, she wrapped her fingers around him. She loved the feeling of having a hard cock in her hand, even if that cock was her son's cock, especially if that cock was her son's cock. It's been so very long since she's stroked a hard cock. "Suck me Mom. Please. No one will ever know that you blew me. I won't tell anyone," he said gently touching the side of her face before lightly running his fingertip across her lip. Such a wicked mother to do so, she took his finger in her mouth and sucked it as if she was sucking his cock instead of his finger. Slowly stroking him, while staring at her son's cock and sucking his finger, she evicted his finger from her mouth with her tongue. Then, she leaned in to kiss and lick his engorged prick before leaning down to take him in her mouth. She was sucking her son, she couldn't believe she was blowing her son. As if she was giving him mouth to mouth to save his life instead of mouth to cock, she couldn't believe she was sucking him. She couldn't believe that she was actually blowing her son. With the intention of only flashing her son her naked body, she couldn't believe she was actually giving him sex. A mother flashing her son her naked body is one thing but a mother having sex with her son is entirely something else. Sucking him and sucking him while stroking him harder and faster, she was making all of those cock sucking sounds that men love to hear for them to know that the woman is enjoying sucking them as much as they are enjoying being sucked. Only with her pretending he was someone else and she was sucking someone else's cock, anyone but her son, she sucked his cock while stroking him harder and stroking him faster. It was when he fondled her breasts and fingered her nipples that she wanted him to cum in her mouth. She knew right then that she wasn't about to stop sucking him until he ejaculated in her mouth. With her nipples her erogenous zones, she'd do anything so long as a man fingered and/or sucked her nipples. "Oh, my God, Tommy," she said removing his cock from her mouth to speak. "Don't stop playing with my nipples," she whispered. "I love it when you finger my nipples in that way. Pull them, turn them, and twist them. Don't worry, you won't hurt me," she said. "Squeeze them hard between your fingers. I love that." He continued pulling, turning, twisting, squeezing, and fingering her nipples while she sucked him deeper and stroked him harder and faster. With the memories of all the men she sucked flooding her head, she sucked her son as if he was one of them and as if he was all of them. When Tommy started humping her mouth, she knew he was close to cumming. Sucking him harder and sucking him deeper, while stroking him faster, she couldn't wait for her son to cum in her mouth. Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #05 "Oh my God, Mom," he said. "I'm going to cum." "Cum Tommy, cum. Cum in my mouth," she said removing his cock from her mouth again to speak. "I want you to cum in my mouth. I want to taste you. I want to swallow you." As soon as she encouraged him to cum, he did. He exploded a huge volume of cum in his mother's mouth and she swallowed. Not ready to make love to her son, it was more than enough that he saw her naked, that he touched and felt her everywhere, and that she blew him. She grabbed her towel and retired to her room to masturbate over all that she showed her son of her naked body, over all that he saw, touched, and felt of her, and over all that she incestuous did to him. She couldn't wait to tell her sisters all that happened and all that she did. To be continued... Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #06 There are no underage characters portrayed in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old. Audrey, Jennifer, Carol, and Kathy tell Brenda, Christine, and Julia what they did with their sons. The following week, the women met to disclose and discuss all that they did with their sons. "Well, nothing new for me. I had sex with your brother again," said Julia with a loud cackling laugh. "He's been super horny since his wife came down with the flu and instead of calling a hooker or seeing a stripper in the way your sons routinely do," she said taking a swipe at her daughters. "He called me," she said with pride. "Sleeping over, I've been helping out wherever I can. Cooking, cleaning, and doing other things, if you know what I mean," she said raising her hand to her mouth and popping out her cheek with her tongue as if her tongue was her son's cock and she was giving him blowjob. "I can't believe you two are still having sex. That's unbelievable," said Brenda while leering at her mother. "I figured you'd stop once Ralph was out of the house and married," she said. "You'd think he'd be tired of your old, wrinkled ass and saggy breasts by now," said Jennifer. "Mom, if you don't mind, we really don't want to hear the lurid details about you having incestuous sex with Ralph," said Carol. "That's disgusting. That's just nasty. That's just wrong." "My mistake. I thought we were sharing," said Julia with attitude and with a shrug of her pretty, albeit elderly shoulder while sighing her boredom and rolling her eyes with disinterest. "Let me tell you something Jennifer," she said pointing her finger in her face. "When you give a man head in the way that I suck cock, no man will ever get tired of having sex with me." "I think you've shared quite enough about your long-term incestuous affair with our brother," said Jennifer. "Once sluts and now prudes," said Julia while flipping her hair in that sexy way that she's been doing for nearly fifty years. "I wish you women would make up your minds if you're going to be whores or nuns," said Julia waving a disgusted hand. When most mothers would seemingly be happy that their daughters are modestly moral instead of whores, Julia seemed disappointed that her daughters weren't the sluts that they were when they were in college and the slut that she still is now. Attending drunken frat parties and sleeping with anyone who they were attracted to back then, all six women, Christine included, were promiscuous sluts. Suddenly, now that they all have money, they all act as if they're all above getting naked and getting down and dirty with the rest of the immoral world who have unsated, sexual appetites. They were a wild, sexually depraved bunch of party anywhere, anytime, animals. If only her five daughters knew that their decadent mother was much sluttier and much wilder than they ever were and than they ever could ever be, wouldn't they be surprised. With Julia only sharing the information about her having sex with their brother, she never told her daughters that they all had different fathers, the reason while none of them looked alike but for the identical twins. Wouldn't they be shocked to know that important tidbit of information if she did tell them? Wouldn't she finally shut them up with them knowing that not one of them shares the same father? Only, she knew that if she told them, they'd only hate her even more than they do now. Julia's sleeping around when Larry told her that he liked to watch. He started bringing home men for her to sleep with while he masturbated over all that they did. Then, when he tired of watching Julia having sex with a multitude of friends, co-workers, and strangers, apparently wanting to have some sexual fun himself, he started cheating on her behind her back. Not about to be disrespected while thinking they had an open marriage, having longtime affairs with them, Julia continued her sexy, sexual relationships behind his back with the mailman, the UPS man, the FedEx man, and the pizza delivery man. Her husband, Larry, suspected that Julia was sleeping around but preferring to have sex with other women in the way that she had sex with other men at his coercion in the beginning, he never complained that she was sleeping with and was impregnated by other men. Besides, never wanting to divorce his wife, he truly loved Julia. What was not to love? For an old broad, she was still very attractive. Not looking her age, she was sexy, witty, funny, and irreverent. Where most women her age no longer have sex, still very sexually active, Julia was still craving cock and orgasms. Quick to defend her, her husband always said that he loved her wild spirit and never met anyone like her. For a man to support five children that he didn't father, he had to be either an idiot, a very special man, and/or loved his wife. With Larry being more the latter than the former, he'd do anything for Julia, even allow her to have lovers that impregnated her back then. Ralph is the only child that her husband fathered. A secret that only her husband and their biological fathers know, if only they knew that Ralph was their half-brother, she wondered what they'd say to her then. Her ace in the hole to play, should her daughters ever tire of her and her shenanigans, she wasn't about to hurt them unless they hurt her first. With so very man always on the scene with Julia, it was sometimes difficult to keep who was who straight. Audrey and Brenda, identical twins were fathered by the mailman, a good looking, Irish redheaded man, named Sean. Jennifer was father by the UPS driver, a tall, dark haired Italian man, named Angelo. Carol was fathered by the FedEx driver, a blonde haired and blue eyed man of Russian descent, named Peter. Kathy was fathered by the pizza delivery man, a nice man who worked delivering pizza while teaching astronomy at the community college and working as a part-time musician while hoping to further his musical career by playing guitar professionally. His name was Martin. "Well, if no one else is going to start the conversation about what they did with their sons, I have something to report," said Audrey looking around the room. Allowing her the floor, all eyes, Brenda's, Carol's, Jennifer's, Kathy's, Christine's, and Julia's, were on Audrey. Whether out of nervousness or embarrassment, Audrey paused as if waiting for her sisters to give her the permission to continue. "Okay," said Kathy. "We're all curious to know. Tell us what you did and what happened." Audrey looked down at herself with shame before looking up at the woman with obvious sexual excitement. "I wore my sexiest and sheerest nightgown and walked around the house like that," said Audrey. "Normally, I modestly wear a robe over my nightgown when with my son but on that night I didn't. With my nipples nearly poking holes in my nightgown, when Gary saw me showing a lot of cleavage and with my nightgown so very sheer and see through, his eyes bugged out of his head," she said. "Wow," said Kathy encouraging her sister to continue her incestuous confession. Audrey took a big breath before continuing. "Not thinking that I could do this but in the way that he was staring at me as soon as I walked from my bedroom to the living room, he made me want to do and show him even more," she said looking around the room. "What do you mean by he made you want to do and show him even more Audrey?" Brenda looked at her sister as if she needed to know the motivation behind Audrey's flashing that perhaps was necessary for her to tease her own son. "Just in the way he lustfully stared at me, he made me feel special. He made me feel wanted. He made me feel desired. He made me feel so sexy that I did feel sexy," she said. "I never looked at my son in the way that I was looking at him now." "How much of you could he see?" Brenda looked at her twin sister no doubt with the same curiosity that her father, the mailman had when delivering a package that he wondered what was inside. Audrey remained silent for a moment as if replaying in her head all the incestuous, sexual teasing that she did with her son. "Well, when I opened the refrigerator door with the light off in the kitchen and leaned peering in, with my breasts moving forward with me, I knew he could see the underside of my breasts and my panty clad ass. Then, when I stood in front of the TV in the darkened living room, with him able to see right through my nightgown as if I wasn't wearing a nightgown at all, he was looking, staring, and leering at me as if I was an ice cold keg of beer," said Audrey. "That's hot," said Kathy. "I knew he could see through my nightgown as if he was a TSA agent X-raying my clothes. Having practiced those exhibitionistic moves in my unlit bedroom in the mirror with a flashlight, I knew that Gary could see everything I own. Moreover, just as Mom warned, I was making my flashing appear accidental." "Good for you," said Julia. "Were you wearing panties?" Always in competition with one another and always topping one another, Carol looked at her sister seemingly eager to give her own confession about what she did with her son Tommy. "Of course I was wearing panties. Especially with what I was wearing, what kind of mother would I be not wearing panties when parading around my son? I'm not a total incestuous whore," she said staring at her mother who was. "It takes one to know one," said Julia in defense of herself while fluffing her grey, hair dyed brown. "Besides, unless I plan on flashing my bright, white panties to unsuspecting men, I usually don't wear panties. I never liked the feel of panties against my naked skin." "Well, I wasn't about to flash him my pussy mother," she said pausing while giving out a nervous laugh. "Not yet anyway," said laughing again. "A prelude to sex, I'd need to drink a half a bottle of wine for me to do that." When there was a pause in the conversation, Carol jumped right in without waiting. "Well, I flashed Tom my pussy," said Carol holding up her head as if she was proud that she flashed her son her pussy. Audrey looked around the room waiting for someone to comment and add to her incestuous confession, only Carol had the floor now. With her natural blonde hair, big blue eyes, and big tits, Carol was unaware that her father, Peter, was of Russian heritage. If she did know she was half Russian, in the way of a baseball player being introduced with a song when coming up to the plate, somehow the musical score for Peter and the Wolf would seem an appropriate song to play whenever she walked in the room. "No way," said Brenda. "You did? Shut up. You did not." Normally wearing her rosary beads around her neck and looking so piously holy, Carol gave her sister a sly look. "I did," said Carol. "And you shut up," said Carol with a laugh that made everyone laugh. "How'd you do it?" Obviously with her not being as slutty as her sisters Jennifer and Carol, Audrey looked at her sister with a face full of curiosity, envy, and jealousy. "Wearing my barely there nightgown without underwear, I had Tom show me how to do sit ups and crunches by getting on the floor with him holding my ankles," she said with a dirty laugh while rolling her eyes. "You slut," said Kathy laughing. "That's so wicked," said Christine, "but such a good idea." "He's so naively trusting. If only he knew his mother was a slut, I wonder what he'd think about me now." "If only our sons knew the sluts we were," said Jennifer. "I wonder what they'd really think of us. No doubt, probably, they all would have tried to have sex with us long ago." "If only my daughters knew the slut that I am," said Julia under her breath. "That's not all I did," said Carol. "Wanting to make sure that he got a good, long look of my pussy, I did the sit ups with my knees bent up with my knees partially opened." "Wow," said Kathy. "No way." "Good, that's good," said Julia. "So you gave Tommy a good, long look of your pussy" she said as if she was their teacher of incest and at that moment she was. "I did," said Carol. "That's more like it," said Julia. "Flashing a man your pussy, even if that man is your son, especially if that man is your son, is always a good start." "Then, when I was getting up from the floor," she said looking from one woman to the other before continuing. She focused her stare on her mother. "I was holding onto Tommy for support and along with my morals and modest, I accidentally or deliberately, I don't remember which, pulled down his pajama bottoms." "You did not," said Kathy laughing. "I did too," said Carol nodding her head up and down as if she needed that extra affirmative head action for her sisters to believe her. "Oh, my God. Wow! Was he wearing underwear?" Brenda stared at her sister with shocked disbelief. "Did you see his cock?" "No he wasn't wearing underwear and he yes he was naked beneath his pajamas. Being that his cock was right there level with my mouth, I did something very wicked," she said with a laugh while pausing in her confession. "Don't stop now. Tell us what you did," said Kathy. "I asked him if I could touch it," said Carol. "Wow," said Kathy. "And did you?" Brenda looked at her sister with shocked interest. "I did. I wrapped my fingers around his cock and stroked him," said Carol. "No way," said Audrey and Brenda nearly at the same time, an identical twin thing. "Then, while stroking him and looking up at him, I asked him the question that he wanted to her," said Carol with a dirty laugh. "You asked him if you could blow him," said Jennifer looking at her sister with as much shocked disbelief as was Brenda when looking at Carol. "You sucked Tommy?" Audrey stared at her sister no doubt relieved that she wasn't the only one who gave her son a blowjob. "I don't believe you," said Christine. "You're always lying and making up stories. There's no way you'd suck your own son, especially you, holier than thou with your rosary beads. The only time you've been on your knees lately is to pray," she said with a laugh. "I did. I sucked my son. I swear on Daddy's grave that I blew Tommy," she said raising her right hand as if swearing on a Bible. "Not only that, just like old times when I was giving free blowjobs to whoever wanted one, he ejaculated in my mouth and I swallowed," said Carol. "Well, good for you," said Julia. "Now we're finally getting somewhere," she said rubbing her hands together as if she was a fly about to land on excrement. "Finally you girls are all doing what you need to do to keep your sons safely at home." "I wish I had the ovaries to flash my son my pussy but I just couldn't. I didn't do anything," said Brenda ignoring her mother's comments. "I don't think I could ever suck Mark. Maybe if I was drunk enough I could, but even just thinking about giving my son a blowjob is just nasty." "Me either," said Christine. "I didn't do anything. The timing wasn't right. Every time I got up the nerve to do something sexy and sexual, I'd chicken out and hide in my room. Only, I think I could give Michael a blowjob after a couple of drinks and if he sexually aroused me enough. Much in the way of Kathy, all Michael needs to do to get me going is to feel my tits and finger my nipples. My nipples are so very sensitive and I love having them fingered," she said putting her hands to her chest. "Well, I had Robert give me a massage," said Jennifer with a sly, sexy grin. Of the five sisters, much like her father, the UPS driver, Jennifer had the best package of them all, tall, shapely, and pretty, she was so sexy. "A massage? That's a good idea. Now that's sexy," said Christine. "I could do that. Actually, I should try that with Michael. If he gave me a massage and if I had a couple glasses of wine, who knows what I do. I'd definitely flash him my tits, at the very least." "Were you showing anything?" Carol looked at her sister. "I was?" Jennifer returned Carol's look with a smile. Being that they were all so close in age, all the sisters were competitive, even when it came to men and sex, especially when it came to men and sex. "Did he touching anything?" Christine looked at Jennifer with interest. "He sure did," said Jennifer with a dirty laugh. "Knowing you as I do," said Brenda rolling her eyes, "pray tell, what happened next?" "After he gave me a massage, I gave him a massage too," said Jennifer holding her head up high. "Only the massage that I gave him included a happy ending," she said looking from one woman to the other. "A happy ending? What? No way! Oh my God, you incestuous whore," said Carol laughing. "You gave Robert a hand job?" She looked at her sister with shocked surprise. "Kettle black," said Jennifer to Carol. "You gave you son a blowjob and I only gave my son a hand job. You're much more of an incestuous whore than I am." "Is that what a happy ending means?" Brenda looked at her sisters with innocence before they all burst out laughing at her. "I thought a happy ending was an ice cream sundae after your meal at Friendly's restaurant," said Brenda and again her sisters burst out laughing. "You did not give Robert a hand job! Tell me it's not true. Tell me you're lying. I don't believe you. You're lying," said Audrey looking at her sister with suspicion. "I did," said Jennifer holding up her head with pride. "I masturbated him and he creamed my hand with cum. There was so much cum that he could have given me a cum bath," she said laughing. "Good for you Jennifer," said Julia. "That's the ticket. Now you're on your way to keeping your sons safely home by giving them incestuous sex." "He wanted me to suck him," said Jennifer ignoring her mother's comments in the way that Brenda just had. "I wanted to suck him I really did but I figured a hand job was good enough for now. I did allow him to fondle my naked breasts, so long as he promised not to finger and/or suck my nipples." "Wow," said Audrey. "You're making me horny. Now I wish I had done more with my son. With him having an erection the whole time he was leering at me while I was flashing him, I so wanted to reach out and fondle his cock. Now that you gave a hand job to your son, I think that I could give a hand job to my son too. Only, I don't know if I could blow him," she said looking at Carol. "I'm horny now too," said Christine. "I wish I had flashed Michael my big tits. I'm curious to see his reaction to seeing them. Maybe I'll try something tonight." "Well, I have a confession to make too," said Kathy looking innocently wicked while looking around the room. "What did you do with Jimmy?" Audrey, Brenda, Jennifer, Carol, Christine, and Julia looked at Kathy with baited breath. Enjoying the attention, Kathy paused as if replaying all that she did in her mind first. "After I took my shower, I asked Jimmy to pour me a glass of wine. Knowing he'd bring the wine in the bathroom, I accidentally on purpose dropped my towel when I knew he was standing in the doorway staring at my naked body," said Kathy with a seductive laugh. "While standing there naked, I continued drying my hair while pretending that I didn't know he was standing there staring." "I should try that with Michael. That's a good one to do," said Christine. "I like the massage idea too," she said to Jennifer. "And doing sit ups without wearing panties is something that I could try too," said Christine. "You shouldn't copy Kathy, Jennifer, or Carol," said Julia. "In case they talk to one another, I don't think they will but if they do, you should flash your son in a different way." "Yeah, that makes sense," said Christine. "Maybe I'll wear my bikini and be there hanging around the pool sunning myself when he comes home." Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #06 "Speaking of towels, that reminds me, I dropped my towel more than a few times," said Julia with a dirty laugh. "Let's see, she said opening her hand to count the number of towel drops on her fingers. I dropped my towel in front of the mailman, the UPS man, the FedEx driver, and the pizza delivery man," she said seemingly proud that she was not only an exhibitionist but also an incestuous whore and a slut too. If only they knew that they were all the product of her having sex with Sean, Angelo, Peter, and Martin, she wondered what they'd say. "Really mother," said Carol. "You're just trying to one up Kathy's story," she said shaking her head. If only the five women knew that Julia dropped more than just her towel back then. She dropped her morals when she seduced and had a long time sexual relationship with the mailman, the UPS driver, the FedEx man, and the pizza delivery man. "Whatever," said Julia raising her hand as if telling her daughter to talk to her hand? "Then, when I picked up my towel to cover my nakedness, figuring that was enough flashing for one day, Jimmy stole my towel. I chased after him naked and with one thing leading to another, once he started tickling me and fingering my nipples, you all know how much I love having my nipples fingered. Anyway, ordering the extra cheese, I gave him a blowjob. I sucked my son too," said Kathy looking from one woman to the next before focusing on Carol. Extra cheese? How fittingly appropriate. If only Kathy knew that her father was the pizza delivery man who impregnated her mother with her, she'd find her comment about extra cheese not only more meaningful but psychically insightful. From the mouths of babes, if only Kathy knew how integral extra cheese was to her creation, she may never use that comment again. "I'm proud of you," said Julia getting up out of her chair to hug her daughter while obviously enjoying the extra cheese comment. To be continued... Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #07 Brenda strips naked and sexually teases her son. After listening to all that Audrey, Carol, Jennifer, and Kathy did, feeling sexually aroused over the thoughts of flashing her son, Brenda was eager to flash Mark more than just her smile. That night, Brenda planned an exhibitionist show for herself and a voyeuristic surprise for her son. Ready to expose her naked body to her son, she was ready to give him a striptease show of her naked body. She suspected that he masturbates over her and with the evidence of knowing that he goes through her dirty laundry hamper to touch, feel, and sniff her panties and bras. After finding a soiled pair of her panties under his pillow, conclusive proof that he masturbates over the thoughts of her naked and having sex with her. Now, she was ready to give him more than just a little masturbation material in seeing her naked. If all went well and she didn't chicken out, in the horny way that she felt, she planned to masturbate herself in front of him. With her sisters Audrey, Jennifer, Carol, and Kathy telling her all that they already did with their sons, they made her horny. Unwilling and unready to do anything incestuous with her son before, she was willing and ready to incestuously sexually tease him now. Thinking about doing the same thing with her son, she couldn't believe that her twin sister, Audrey, flashed her son her naked body. She didn't just flash him her bra, her tits, her panties, her ass, or her pussy, totally naked, she flashed him her entire naked body. Being that they are identical twins, with one sister looking so much like the other sister, having seen her twin sister naked, they both looked the same naked too. In that regard with Gary seeing his mother, Audrey, naked, in essence, he's seen her, his aunt, Brenda, naked too. With one twin sister looking much like the other twin sister naked, Gary seeing Audrey naked was much like seeing Brenda naked too. Applying that logic to what she was about to do with her son, when she flashed her son, Mark, her naked body, if she was to go that far, with him seeing her naked would be much like him seeing his aunt, Audrey, naked too. With her four sisters way ahead of her in their incestuous experimentation to keep their sons safely at home, out of the bars, and away from hookers and strippers, by giving them incestuous sex, she couldn't believe what she was about to do. Sexually excited and sick to her stomach at the same time, she had no idea if she'd actually go through with flashing herself to her son or not. She wouldn't know until she either flashed her son or didn't flash him. Not wanting to be the odd woman out, all she knew now was that she felt pressured to go along with the group and, at the very least, to expose her naked body to her son. Something she never thought about doing before, she was ready to do now. With all three of their sons seeing them naked, she couldn't believe that Jennifer gave her son a hand job while Carol and Kathy already sucked their sons. She still didn't even know if she could even look at her son's cock never mind touching, fondling, stroking, and/or sucking Gary's cock. Boy, wouldn't that surprise him if she did. With him always walking around her with an erection, she wondered what he'd say or do if she grabbed for his stiff prick. If only he knew his mother was a slut, he would have tried something sexual with her long before now. Reluctant before over the thoughts of anything incestuously sexual with her son, she made a complete one-hundred-eighty degree turn in her thinking about incest. Now willing to do anything to keep her son home and safe on Nude Day, even if it meant her stripping herself naked to entice him with her naked body, she was ready to give him a real show of her naked body. Only one step at a time, she didn't know if she could take the next step yet, a really big step, to give him sex. In the way that her four sisters have already had sex with her son, she still had a difficult time with allowing Gary to see her naked. In the way that her sister have already done with their sons, she couldn't even wrap her brain around giving Gary a hand job never mind a blowjob. Something that she trained him to do and something that he always did, whether he went to the mall, to the bar, or to a friend's house, he called her before coming home from anywhere. Being that she needed him to call her now for her plan to work, she was glad that she instilled that courtesy of him giving her a phone call. Always worrying about him, her way to stop them from bickering about his drinking, whoring, and staying out all hours of the early morning, she asked him to give her the courtesy of a phone call so that she wouldn't unnecessarily worry about him. Reluctant to do so at first with his friends calling him a Mama's boy, he infrequently called her in the beginning. Now entrenched in his mind that she wanted him to call her, he called her all the time to let her know where he was, supposedly what he was doing, and when he was coming home. Always there to answer his calls, it was her feeble way to keep him safe. Only, this time, instead of taking his telephone call, she allowed the answering machine to answer the phone. Instead of talking to him in person, she used his call to time when he was coming home, so that she could arrange to be waiting for him wearing just her towel in preparation flash him her naked body. Naked, naked, naked, she couldn't believe she was about to allow her son to see her naked. * * * * * "Hi Mom. Mom? You must be in the shower. I'm leaving Jerry's house, I'll be there in ten minutes. Bye," he said. Short and sweet, his phone message gave her enough information to allow her to ready her plan of flashing him. As part of her naughty, incestuous plan, she had a quick couple glasses of wine before she went up to her room and turned her stereo on loud. Quickly stripping off her clothes while thinking of flashing her son her tits, her pussy, and her ass, she imagined him seeing son seeing her naked. What a difference a day makes, naked, naked, naked, never even thinking about flashing him before, she was prepared to have her son see her naked now. In the way that her twin sister, Audrey, said she did, she wrapped a towel around her naked body as if she had just gotten out of the shower. As further proof that she had just emerged from the shower, she wrapped a second towel around her hair. She was so nervous to daringly do what she was about to do. Chances are with her naked, her son wouldn't even know if her hair was wet or dry. Now having second thoughts again, she considered cancelling her plan to flash him and getting dressed. Yet with her concern for her son's safety vetoing her moral modesty of a mother flashing her naked body to her son, she didn't change her mind about flashing her son. Staying in her towel, having plenty of time to chicken out and get dressed, she didn't chicken out and she didn't get dressed. Instead with the wine working it's magic in allowing her to lose her inhibitions, she was ready to flash her son her tits, her pussy, and her ass. A simple plan albeit a good one, compared to Audrey's, Jennifer's, Carol's, and even Kathy's incestuous complicated plans where anything could have gone wrong, her plan was not as elaborate. When he unlocked and opened the back door, she'd pretend that she didn't hear him come in the house. Besides knowing him in the way she does, he'd probably sneak in the house while hoping she was in the shower or in her bedroom with the door open while hoping to see something that he shouldn't be seeing of her. With him always trying to see something of her that he shouldn't see of her, with him always hoping to see her dressing or undressing, he was sneaky like that. With her bathroom door flung wide open, opened plenty wide enough, she knew that he could see her as soon as he started walking up the stairs. In the way that he skulked around the house always staring and leering at her, she knew he'd stand there on the stairs in the dark. No doubt hoping that she'd give him a striptease show, she knew that he'd be there watching her dancing while waiting and hoping that she'd remove her towel to get dressed. "Showtime," she said when she heard the back door unlock, creak open, and nearly silently close. Even over the loud music, with her listening for him coming in the back door, with the bathroom window facing the driveway, she heard his car pull in the driveway before she heard him. Hoping it was her son and not some intruder, being that his allotted ten minutes had passed, she had a sense that it was Mark coming home. She knew that any second he'd be there on the stairs under the cover of darkness watching her dance while only wearing her towel. This was it. This was really it. She was going to flash him her naked body. With the thoughts of her chickening out, closing the bathroom door, and getting dressed, that option was already off the table. With the pressure from her sisters, her mother, and her family friend to do what she needed to do to keep her son safely home, in addition to the two glasses of wine removing her morals and modesty, she was ready to go through with her plan. Always so morally modest before, she couldn't believe she was skipping over flashing him her bra and/or panties to flash him her naked body. With no turning back now, she was about to cross the incestuous line by showing her son her all of what he's been longing and lusting to see of her. With her tits, her pussy, and her naked ass filling his horny brain, maybe flashing him all of her naked self would be enough to get him back under her motherly control. She wondered what his reaction would be to seeing her naked, naked, naked. As if dancing to striptease music, slowly, seductively, and erotically, she was ready to peel her towel away from her naked body. She couldn't believe she was about to flash her son. She couldn't believe she was ready to stand there naked. If it wasn't for her sisters not only already flashing their sons but also having sex with their sons and if it wasn't for her mother already having sex with her son too, she could never do anything like this, not in a million years. Yet, even with all of that pressured encouragement from her mother, her sisters, and her family friend, it was the two glasses of wine that removed her inhibitions enough for her to be ready to strip herself naked in front of her son. She knew he was already there watching her. She didn't have to hear him to know that he had crept up the stairs. Once seeing her naked, she wondered what he'd be thinking. Besides staring at her, she wondered what he'd be doing while he stood on the stairs in the dark watching her dancing while wearing only her towel. Maybe he had already unzipped himself, pulled out his cock, and was masturbating on the stairs to her hoped for striptease show. Thinking about his cock, horny enough now, especially with her planning to get naked, something she'd like to see, she wouldn't mind watching him masturbate himself. Imagining the look of pure, sexual pleasure on his face, she wouldn't mind watching him cum. If he asked her to and if she was horny enough, she may even give him a hand job. If he asked her to, she may even allow him to cum all over her tits. It's been a long time since she's seen a man pleasure himself. Yet, as nervous as she was sexually excited, she couldn't believe she was about to expose her naked body to her son. Naked, naked, naked, her son, Mark, was about to see his mother naked. No doubt and without doubt, if she dared remove her towel, she'd guarantee and bet her life that he'll be masturbating over her naked dancing show for the rest of his life. Yet, as her justification to strip naked, if having him see her naked body would keep him home on Nude Day to attend their Nude Day, family party, then her self-sacrificing her naked body to his horny eyes was well worth it. Further, exposing her naked body to her son would give her fodder to masturbate over too. * * * * * Slowly but surely, exposing herself to him, she strategically and seductively removed the towel from her left breast and allowed the top portion of the towel to hang loosely from her body. Something she's never even contemplated doing before, she couldn't believe she was flashing him her tit. With her left breast exposed to him, she looked at herself in the mirror to see what he was seeing of her. Then, she allowed the towel to fall from her right breast. Standing there topless, she couldn't believe she was showing her son her bare breasts. Seeing all that he's no doubt imagined of his mother while masturbating himself in his room, she exposed her breasts, her areolas, and her nipples to his horny eyes. Furthermore, taking her striptease show a step further, she couldn't believe what she was about to do for his sexual benefit. Thinking about masturbating herself, now that she was sexually aroused from showing her son her tits, she was ready to masturbate before his horny eyes. With her horny enough to do so, she wondered what he'd do if she fondled her tits and fingered her pussy in front of him As if she was with a man instead of being by herself, while looking at herself in the mirror and as if giving herself a breast exam, she felt her shapely B cup breasts before fondling and really feeling her breasts. In the way that Mark must be imagining his horny hands feeling her B cup breasts, she imagined his horny hands feeling her B cup breasts. Then, taking her breast exam much further, she ran a slow hand across her nipples before teasing them out with her fingertips. Pulling them, turning them, and twisting them, once her nipples were erect, she did something that no mother should do in front of her son. She lifted her breasts to her lips to suck her nipples, first one and then the other. With him seeing this sexy combination striptease and masturbation show, if he wasn't masturbating before, surely, he was masturbating now. Loaded with testosterone and unable to sexually control his raging hormones, if he wasn't masturbating himself on the stairs now, she knew that he soon would be with what more she had planned. Never thinking that she would, she loved teasing him. She loved the fact that along with her getting wet while stripping naked in front of her son and masturbating herself that she was making him hard and horny. Then, as if removing a stuck bandage, she slowly removed the rest of the towel from her flat stomach, her trimmed red pussy, and her round, firm ass. Standing there naked, she continued dancing as if she was alone in the house. Knowing that he was there watching, feeling him staring, and sensing him leering, with her tits bouncing and with her singing in her hairbrush to the words as if she was doing Karaoke, she danced around her small bathroom naked. Twirling around to make sure that he got a good look of her tits, her ass, and her pussy, she turned to him before bending from the waist to pick up her dropped hairbrush. Then, turning to face him, showing him a good, long view of her red pussy, she kicked her legs up to her shoulders as if she was a Rockette or was a professional dancer. Suddenly feeling aroused in knowing her son was crouched on the stairs watching her, she stopped dancing to look at herself in the mirror. Going beyond what she had planned to do and going beyond what no moral mother should do in front of her son, she started masturbating herself. She decided that she wanted to give him a sexy show that he'll never soon forget. Wanting him to take that image to bed with him and to give him something more to masturbate over than just her soiled panties, she wanted to fill his horny brain with the sounds she makes when cumming. "I don't look bad for an old broad," she said loud enough for him to hear her while she stood there looking at herself in herself in the mirror. Cupping her breasts in her hands, she raised them as if offering her tits to herself in the mirror. Then, while flashing him her breasts and pussy, she turned to face him while looking behind her at her ass. "My ass still looks good. I've always had a nice ass," she said slapping her firm, round ass. Standing in the dark on the stairs in close proximity to the bathroom, Mark stared at his mother's naked body. In the way she was going on about herself, Brenda believed that he'd never guess that she was giving this show just for him. He'd never know that her whole plan was to keep him sexually and incestuously interested enough in her to keep him away from the booze and from the whores. If what she was doing now accomplished her keeping him safe, then it was well worth the embarrassment, the shame, the humiliation, and now the mutual sexual excitement of showing him her naked body. "Only, I wish my tits were bigger, as big as Jennifer's C cup breasts or as big as Carol's D cup breasts," she said cupping her breasts again and lifting them. "I wouldn't want tits as big as Christine's double D breasts. That's just too big." She continued staring at herself. "I'd have any man I wanted if only I had bigger tits. I don't understand why Jennifer, Carol, and Christine haven't found another man, especially with the big tits that they all have." Had she not had the two glasses of wine, suddenly feeling the effects of them, she would have ended her show there with her son seeing her naked body. Going for broke, being that she was naked already and feeling horny after showing Mark her naked body, she gave him more to see and more to masturbate over later when she started touching, feeling, and fondling her B cup breasts. Fingering her nipples, she pulled them, turned them, and twisted them before reaching down to rub her clit and finger her pussy. "I'm so horny," she said fingering her nipples. "I wish I had a man to do this to me for me," she said rubbing her clit faster and harder. "I'd suck any man's cock who fingered my nipples while rubbing my clit," she said loud enough for her son to no doubt hear her. "I'm so horny," she said reaching down to insert her finger in her pussy. Mark adjusted his cock in his pants before adjusting his position on the stairs for a better look of his mother's naked body. "I swear to God, in the horny way I feel now, if Mark was here, I'd flash him. I really would. I'd flash him my naked body and allow him to feel my tits and finger my nipples. Then, once he got me sexually aroused enough by sucking my nipples, I'd suck his cock. I would, I really would. I'd let him cum in my mouth and I'd swallow his cum," she said plenty loud enough for him to hear her. No doubt ready to bolt up the stairs to feel his mother's tits and finger and suck her nipples, he was ready to have his mother suck his cock. Only ruining it for himself, when Mark leaned down for a better look in between the staircase spindles of his mother touching herself, he slipped on one of the steps and nearly fell down the stairs. Immediately Brenda stopped playing with her pussy and covered her nakedness with her hands and forearms. Quickly but ever so silently Mark made his way down the stairs to run in the kitchen. "Who's there?" She covered her nakedness with her hands and forearms before closing the bathroom door. Instead of running up the stairs to call his mother's bluff for her to suck his cock, obviously not wanting her to know that he was peeping on her, he silently hustled down the stairs. "Mom! I'm home," he said yelling loudly while slamming the back door shut. "Mom? Where are you?" Shocking even herself at all that she said about sucking her son's cock if only he fingered and sucked her nipples, she was surprised that he didn't come upstairs to call her bluff. Only now that he hadn't, she was relieved that he didn't. Only, she knew that this wasn't over. She knew with her saying what she did, that this was just the beginning. No doubt, one day, when she least expected it, he'll probably grab her tits and finger her nipples with the hope that she'd fall to her knees and suck his cock. Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #07 "I'm in my bedroom getting dressed," she said quickly moving from the bathroom to her bedroom and closing her bedroom door. "I'll be right down." A few minutes later when she entered the kitchen, Mark was drinking a glass of water as if needing that to cool himself. When he turned from the kitchen sink to face her, it was obvious that he had an erection. Ignoring the elephant in the room, it was enough for her to know that she had aroused her son enough with her naked dancing and masturbation show to give him an erection. Still horny, she only wished she could have finished masturbating in front of him. Instead of just masturbating herself with only her finger, she would have given him quite the show with her vibrator and dildo while calling out his name. Still horny, she only wished she had the courage to reach out her hand and fondle his erection. In the horny way she felt now and in the way that Carol and Kathy sucked their sons, she could suck her son too. It was just a blowjob. She's given plenty of those in her time. The only difference was that he was her son. With her already saying that she'd suck his cock if he were there with her in the bathroom feeling her tits and fingering and sucking her nipples, wouldn't that have shocked her son, if she called out his name while fingering her pussy and nipples? Wouldn't that have shocked her if he walked up the stairs and called her bluff and forced her to suck him instead of him running down the stairs. She wondered if she had continued masturbating herself in her room while calling out his name, if he would have entered her room with his cock in his hand. Maybe had he not fallen down the stairs, he would have masturbated over her masturbating herself. Maybe he would have lifted from her bed and had her suck him. Maybe he would have mounted her and fucked her. Thinking more about having sex with her son, she was really horny. If nothing else, with her always knowing that he has incestuous, sexual feelings for her, now he knows that she has incestuous, sexual feelings for him. To be continued... Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #08 There are no underage characters in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old. Christine incestuously, sexually teases her son by not only flashing him her breasts but also by allowing him to have his wicked way with her breasts while she masturbates him. After meeting with her five best friends and their mother, Christine thought of how she could flash her son her big tits. Not wanting to be obvious about the flashing, she took Julia's advice to heart when she suggested that whatever flashing they do must appear accidental. Not wanting to be blatantly obvious about flashing Michael her breasts, she needed to think of a good way to flash him. Following Audrey's plan to expose her nearly naked body to her son, with her big tits clearly visible and her nipples making their hard impressions in her nightgown, Christine imagined walking around her son in her sheer, sexy nightgown without the modesty of a robe. She imagined herself opening the refrigerator door in a darkened kitchen and peering inside while knowing that her son could see through her nightgown as if she was standing there naked. As if she was being X-rayed by a TSA agent, she imagined him seeing her ass crack, the underside of her breasts, and her pussy through her lit up nightgown. Then, she imagined giving him the same sexy show leaning in front of the television in a darkened living room. Further, she imagined leaning over him in her low cut nightgown to pour him coffee while acting oblivious that he was peering down her open top at her tits. Oh, yeah, if she was going to flash him any sexy part of her, she'd love to show him her big tits. Continuing her flashing, she imagined acting oblivious that she was flashing him her pussy, while sitting across from him in the living room with her knees parted just enough to show him what he should never see of his mother. Then, when retiring to bed horny, she imagined masturbating herself over all that she showed her son of her nearly naked body. She imagined her son in the next room masturbating over all that he saw of her nearly naked body. Yet, even though Christine thought it a good idea to walk around her son in her sexy, sheer, nearly see-through nightgown without the modesty of her robe, wanting to be more subtle than that, she didn't want to copy Audrey by walking around Michael nearly naked. * * * * * Instead, following Jennifer's plan to expose her naked body to her son, she imagined the smell of incense while her son rubbed warm oil all over her nearly naked body. She imagined her son copping cheap feels of the sides of her naked breasts on the pretense of massaging her back. Relaxing her with the feel of his warm, soft hands, she imagined her son massaging her naked ass with her allowing him to do so. She imagined her son seeing what he should never see of his mother when she turned one way and moved the other way while exposing herself in all exhibitionistic positions to accommodate his horny hands massaging her. Giving him an uninterrupted view of her pussy, she imagined him massaging her legs higher and higher before giving her a sexy foot massage with her feet resting on his hard cock. Then, returning the favor, she imagined giving him a massage too, but one with a happy ending. She imagined him asking her if he could see and fondle her big breasts while she masturbated him. With her stroking him faster and harder, wanting to watch him cum, she imagined him creaming her hand and cumming all over her exposed breasts. Yet, even though Christine thought it was a good idea and a great way for her to flash her son her big tits by him giving her a massage, she didn't want to copy Jennifer by asking Michael to give her a massage. * * * * * Instead, following Carol's plan to expose her naked pussy to her son, she imagine getting down on the floor while wearing her sexy, sheer, short, low cut nightgown while asking Michael to show her the correct form when doing sit ups and crunches. Ever so wickedly seductive, she imagined her nightgown climbing higher up her thigh to expose more than a son should ever see of his mother. She imagined her knees parting and her flashing him her pussy when trying to sit up with him holding her ankles. Giving him a great up nightgown view between her legs, she imagined trying to do crunches with her knees bent upward and her trimmed, blonde pussy on full display. With her nightgown straps falling from her shoulders to her forearms, she imagined giving him perfect down nightgown views of her tits every time she struggled to sit up doing crunches. Then, surprising even her, she imagined his erect cock poking out of his pajama bottoms. When she stood from her kneeling position she accidentally on purpose pulled down his pajama bottoms. With his big, hard, hairy cock right there only inches from her hungry mouth, she imagined wrapping her fingers around his cock to stroke him before taking him in her mouth to suck him. Yet, even though Christine thought that was a good idea too and a great way to flash her son her pussy and tits while doing sit ups and crunches, she didn't want to copy Carol by asking Michael to help her exercise. * * * * * Instead, following Kathy's plan to expose her naked body to her son, she imagined stepping out of the shower and walking around the house wearing just a towel that barely covered her big breasts, round, firm ass, and blonde, trimmed pussy. With him staring and leering at her naked body beneath her towel, when he least expected it, she imagined accidentally on purpose dropping her towel. Naked, naked, naked, she imagined being naked in front of her son. "Oops. Please don't look at my naked body. I'm so very embarrassed. Please avert your stare Michael," she imagined saying to her son while being slow to react to cover her naked body with her towel. Standing there naked longer than necessary while feigning shocked surprise that her son was seeing her tits, her pussy, and her ass, how perfect would that flash be for her to do. Who knows? Maybe her son would flash her his cock in that way too. Maybe in the way that Jimmy stole her towel and tickled her, Michael would steal her towel and tickle her too. In the way that Jennifer and Carol saw their son's cocks, she wouldn't mind seeing her son's prick. Yet, even though she thought that dropping her towel was a good idea too, she didn't want to copy Kathy by dropping her towel at the most opportune time to flash her son her naked body. Instead, Christine had something else planned for Michael. She had plans on flashing him her two most valuable possessions, her humongous, double D breasts. In the way he's always staring at her tits, no doubt, he couldn't wait to see them, to feel them, and to suck them. In the way that she loved the attention from him staring at her breasts, she couldn't wait to flash him her tits, her areolas, and her nipples. * * * * * It was a hot day and Christine was lounging out by the pool drinking and laying in the hot sun in her itsy bitsy, teenie weenie, white, nearly see-through bikini. Because she was so petite, a cheap date, being that it didn't take more than two drinks to get her tipsy, she already had a nice buzz. Difficult to find a bikini top to fit her massive 34 double D breasts, especially with her being a 34 on the bottom too, and with her tiny 22 inch waist, she had the perfect hour glass figure. Only, her hour glass figure would need extra glass on the top to house her enormous boobs. Figuring she'd give Michael a surprise show of her breasts, she wore her little, barely there bikini, the one that wore like a second skin, the one that barely covered her giant boobs, and the one that turned totally transparent when wet. Only with her having two drinks, because she was so petite, her having two drinks was like someone larger having four drinks. Moreover, with her wearing her white, transparent bikini, especially after telling him she couldn't get her bikini wet, she knew that her son, Michael, would pick her up and throw her in the water. Always touching her, hugging her, touching her, feeling her, and holding her, especially when he's drunk and horny, he's always picking her up, not a difficult thing for him to do when he's so big and she's so tiny. Because she's so petite and cute, he's always picking her up and carrying her around in his arms. He enjoys walking around with her and walking her by the full length mirror, especially when she's wearing a short skirt, no doubt, in the hopes that he'll see her panty clad pussy and ass. Now with her nearly naked, if he was to pick her up while she wore her barely there bikini, she knew he'd be copping cheap feels of her ass and her tits. "Showtime!" As soon as she heard her son's car pull in the driveway, as if lifting the curtain on a Broadway show, she undid her top and got on her stomach. As if she was laying on top of two, foam pillows, her big tits squished out the sides of her. Not wasting any time in flashing her son, the fear that she'd change her mind about flashing him made her want to flash him her breasts as soon as he entered the backyard looking for her. At the very least and if nothing else, and even if she chickened out, she'd give him a good view of the sides of her squished tits and her bikini clad ass. "Mom? Mom? Where are you?" "I'm out back," she said through the back screen door. Just as she planned, as soon as he entered the backyard, she waited until he got a good look at her in her barely there bikini before she sat up while tying her top. With her bikini bra not very supportive and with the weight of her breast overwhelming her bikini bra, she knew that as soon as she made the move to tie her top that the bottoms of her heavy breasts would escape her skimpy bikini bra. With her slow to react while busy talking to him and while tying the top of her bikini around her neck, she knew that her breasts would be exposed long enough for him to see what he was hoping to see. "Do you want me to rub some lotion on your back," he said staring down at all that she was already showing. "No, I'm getting up," she said. "I've been out in the sun long enough. I don't want to burn." This was it. This was really it. She couldn't wait to flash him her breasts, her nipples, and her areolas. She couldn't wait for him to see her tits. She couldn't wait to see his reaction to him seeing her big boobs. Thinking about doing this for a long time, but never having the nerve to cross the incestuous line, and with Julia and her five daughters giving her the reason to expose herself to her son, she couldn't believe she was about to flash Michael her tits. As if she was a sexy, busty stripper and he was a horny, paying customer, with her breasts escaping the bottom of her bra, his eyes went straight down from her pretty face to her big tits. She didn't even have to look down at herself to know that her tits were fully exposed. By his focused stare, she knew that he was seeing something of her that he's never seen before and shouldn't be seeing now. Suddenly feeling like the sexy woman she used to be, she couldn't believe she flashed her son her tits. She did it. She really did it. Something she'll masturbate herself over later, she couldn't believe the sexually excited reaction he had on his face. Obviously he enjoyed seeing her big breasts as much as she enjoyed showing him her big breasts. Wait until she tells the girls what she just did. She did it. She really did it. She couldn't believe she just flashed her son her tits. Now she couldn't wait to masturbate herself over the focused stare and sexually excited look that he had on his face when seeing her tits for the first time. If it wasn't for the alcohol removing her inhibitions, she never would have flashed him her breasts. She couldn't wait to see the looks on all of their faces when she told her five, best friends that she flashed Mark her tits. Now if it was this easy to flash her son her tits, maybe she'll flash her friends' sons her big tits too. Oh, my God, so sexually excited that she was turning into the sexy slut she once before she was married, when was when so hungry for cock, she couldn't wait to flash her friends sons her huge breasts too. "Oops, don't look. Please don't look at my tits. Oh, my God, this is so very embarrassing," she said acknowledging that she was so exposed and that he was looking, staring actually, at her exposed breasts. "Oh my God," she said reaching down to pull her bikini bra over her enormous breasts. "You didn't see anything did you?" "Enough," he said with a dirty laugh. "You have huge boobs Mom," he said with a shit eating grin. "Wow!" "Thanks," she said, "but you shouldn't be looking at my boobs. I'm so very embarrassed that you saw my breasts. A little slow to react, had I not had those two drinks, I would have tied my bra before they escaped." "Sorry, Mom, but I couldn't help from staring when they fell out of your bikini bra," he said still ogling her in her bikini before changing the subject. "The pool looks inviting. I'm going to change in my trunks and go for a swim," he said turning his attention to the pool. "Do you want to join me for a swim?" "No. I can't. Not in this bathing suit," she said looking down at herself before looking back at him to catch him staring at her as if she was an open bar at an Irish wedding. "With this more of a tanning bikini than it is a swimming bikini, my swimsuit turns so very transparent when wet," she said slowing sliding her hands down her big breasts. "You'll see everything I own," she said. She gave him a naughty laugh, a sexy look, and a subtle hint of what she hoped he'd do in pushing her in the water. She finished the last little bit of her second drink while waiting for Mark to reappear wearing his swim trunks. So wicked in her incestuous desire for her son, she couldn't believe that after flashing him her tits she that she was thinking about flashing him the rest of her body. * * * * * With him in the house and with her still outside, reeling and sexually aroused after flashing him her tits, not ready to stop there and in the sexy mood to do more, she planned her next move. Encouraging her to be even more seductive and sexy in teasing him, she couldn't believe the sexually excited look on his face when he saw her double D's. Knowing that he'd try something, she wanted to be prepared when he came back outside. Figuring that he'd pick her up and throw her in the pool, she wanted to check the water to see how cold it was. Now that she told him that her bikini turns totally transparent, she knew that he'd want to get her all wet. She wore that particular bikini for that expressed reason of subtly and accidentally showing him her naked body. While waiting for her son to appear behind her, she squatted down by the edge of the pool. Knowing he'd push her in the water, she timed it perfectly that he'd catch her at the edge of the pool reaching down to feel the temperature of the pool water. As soon as she heard him coming up behind her, she stood and turned to face him too late. With her teetering on the edge of the pool, and with just a gentle nudge to her shoulders that had the heels of his hands coming in contact with her big boobs, he pushed her in the water. "Michael no! Don't," she said feigning her struggle by feebly grabbing his arm. Too late. Losing her balance, she was already in the water. As if she was wearing a bathing suit made of cellophane, she knew that he could see the color of her skin right through her suit. Wanting him to see all of her, she climbed out of the pool to watch his eyes staring at all that she was showing and all that he was seeing. With his eyes going right to her pink, erect nipples, she watched his eyes move down to her blonde, trimmed patch of pubic hair. Having practiced this move in the mirror with a wet bikini long before he came home, she knew that he could see her tits, her nipples, her areolas, her patch of blonde, trimmed public hair, and her ass crack when she turned away from him. The perfect garment to flash her sexy body to him, she knew that he could see more of her body in this wet bikini than he could see of her if she was wearing her sheerest and sexiest nightgown. "Sorry Mom. You were right. Wow! That bathing suit is totally transparent," he said staring at her tits and ogling her pussy. "I can see all of you as if you're naked." Denying him any more of a view, she covered herself with her hands and forearms. "Please get me a towel," she said with feigned attitude. "I'm cold. In the way that you're leering at me, I feel so exposed. I really do feel naked. I'm so very embarrassed," she said. "How could you do that to me after I told you that I couldn't get this bikini wet? Oh, my God, Michael. How can you look at me like that? I'm your mother and you make me feel so naked." "Why wouldn't I push you in the water after you told me that you couldn't get your bikini wet," he said with a dirty laugh. "Besides, you have nothing to be embarrassed about Mom," he said with leering look. "You have a beautiful body, a better body than some of the women I've dated. And they all would give anything to have your tits," he said. "Thank you but that's quite enough about my body and about my tits. With you my son and me your mother, you're making me feel uncomfortable," she said playing the modest, moral mother that she wasn't. If only he knew how sexually aroused she was in exposing her nearly naked body to her son, she wondered what he'd say. Only, instead of grabbing her a towel, he grabbed her. Picking her up, with one hand feeling the side of her breast and his other hand coming in contact with her Spandex clad ass, he jumped in the water with her in his arms. "Cannonball," he said laughing. "Michael no!" 'Splash!' Once in the water together, he came up behind her and wrapped his big arms around her slim waist. With his chin resting on her shapely ass, he paddled her around the pool as if she was his personal floatation device. With his mouth so very close to her pussy, she imagined him licking her. With her breasts resting on his forearms and with her already having had two glasses of wine, while knowing that he was getting a view of her naked body through her transparent bikini, she was quickly becoming sexually aroused. Her nipples were already pushing against her bra and if she wasn't already wet by the pool water, she'd be wet with her vaginal secretions. Then, as if it was meant to be, he turned his hands palm up and cupped her big tits through her bra. Glad that he was, she couldn't believe he was feeling her tits. "Michael!" She swatted at his hands while laughing with glee but he didn't remove them from her breasts. "Are you having fun feeling me?" "Damn, you have big tits Mom," he said squeezing her firm breasts before sliding his slow hands across the impressions her nipples made in her bikini bra. "Please don't do that," she said swatting at his hands again. "Don't do what?" Playing Mickey the dunce, he slid two, slow fingers across her nipples. "That. Don't finger my nipples," she said. "Please don't finger my nipples." This time instead of sliding slow fingers across her nipples, he pulled them out with his thumb and index fingers. "Your nipples are so big Mom," he said. "They're huge." "Oh, my God, Michael, if only you weren't my son, I'd allow you to not only have your wicked way with my tits but also with the rest of my body," she said looking down at his hands. "I've been alone for so long. I have needs too, you know." "I'm sorry Mom," he said running his hand between her legs and stopping only to cup her pussy through her bikini bottom. "Michael! Oh, my God, you mustn't do that," she said wishing that he'd continue and never stop. Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #08 He sent shivers through her whole being when he touched her in that inappropriate, sexual way. "Sorry Mom. I thought you wanted me to do that," he said. "I don't," she said playing the modest, moral mother again. "It must be hard for you without having a man in your life. Why don't you date?" "Men only want one thing," she said, "especially when they see a blonde, busty, petite woman." "Do you like it when I touch you like this?" He fingered her nipples more by pulling at them to erect them. "I'd be lying if I didn't say that you were making me horny," she said. "Only, I wish you'd stop doing that. A son shouldn't be touching his mother in a sexual way. It's just wrong." "Damn, Mom, your nipples are so big," he said ignoring her while staring down at the huge impressions her nipples make in her bikini bra. With her not stopping him, he reached his horny hand inside her bikini top to cup her naked breast in his hand. She felt her nipple resting in her palm and she so wanted to remove her bikini top to allow him access to both of her breasts. Only, she wished he'd remove her bikini top for her. With her not having felt the touch of a man in years, she was so sexually aroused that she'd allow her son to have his wicked, sexually way with her tits, if only he'd remove her bikini top. "Okay, that's enough," she said pushing his hand away. "I can't believe you pushed me in the water," she said. "How am I going to get out of the pool now without you seeing every bit of my nearly naked body?" "Just climb up the ladder," he said with a dirty laugh while slowly and ever so gently fingering her nipples through her bathing suit top again. "Michael stop," she said swatting his hand away. "You'll see everything I own," she said. "I'll advert my eyes," he said. "You promise?" "Yes, I promise," he said. "Okay. Close your eyes, then," she said while making her way to the ladder. "Okay, they're closed," he said lying. Following close behind her as if he was her shadow, he waited for her to reach for the ladder before he untied her top, pulled it from her body, and swam away with it. "Two can play that game," she said covering her naked breasts with her hands. With her breasts serving as her built-in, personal, floatation devices, she dove in the pool and swam after him. Just before she reached him, she submerged herself to come up beside him while pulling down his bathing suit. She stayed underwater long enough to pull off his bathing suit before coming up behind him. "Now what do we do? I have your bra and you have my bathing suit. It's a standoff who gets out of the water first," he said. "Give me my bra and I'll give you your bathing suit," said Christine. "No," he said. "I don't need my bathing suit to get out of the water," he said with a dirty laugh. "You wouldn't dare flash me your cock," she said with shocked, sexual excitement. "Just watch me," he said swimming to the ladder. "I dare you. I double dare you to flash me your cock," she said sexually excited by the thoughts that she was about to see her son's erect prick. "You don't have to dare me to flash you my cock Mom," he said with another dirty laugh. With that he climbed out of the pool, bent at the waist, and mooned her before turning around to flash her his cock. "Michael," she said laughing. "Have you no modesty and no shame? What if I did that to you? What if I climbed out of the water topless?" "I dare you. I double dare you," he said. Had she not consumed the two glasses of wine, she never would have considered flashing her son her tits but she did. With him standing by the ladder with his exposed prick dangling practically in her face, not even covering her exposed breasts with her hands, she climbed out of the water and out of the pool. She watched his eyes dart down to right to her tits. With him staring at her areolas and nipples, she stared at his cock. "Gees, Michael. You have a big cock, much bigger than your father's cock. I had no idea," she said still staring at her son's stiff prick. "I knew you had big tits Mom, but I never knew they were this big. Can I touch them? Can I feel them?" "No Michael, I'm your mother. How would you feel if I asked you if I could touch and feel your cock," she said staring down at her son's erect prick. "I'd say yes," he said with a dirty laugh. With that, she wrapped her hand around his cock while he touched, felt, and fondled her tits. Then, when he started fingering her nipples, she pulled away from him. "Don't," she said covering her nipples with her hands. "Why not?" "You fingering my nipples is like me stroking you. You'd get me sexually excited," she said. "I don't mind if you stroked me Mom," he said. "I don't mind if you get me sexually excited." "You'd seriously want me, your mother, to give you a hand job," she said. "Yes, so long as I can fondle your tits while fingering your nipples, yes, I'd definitely want you to masturbate me," he said. They both remained silent while Christine stared at his cock and her stared at his tits. "Okay," she said. "I'll masturbate you but I have three conditions." "What's your conditions? I'll agree to anything for you to give me a hand job," he said. "You can't finger my nipples," she said. "I can't finger your nipples," he said reaching out to finger her nipple. "Why not?" "Because you'll get me too sexually excited," she said pushing his hand away again. "What's your other two conditions," he said keeping his hands to himself. "You can't tell anyone that I masturbated you," she said. "Okay, I can do that," he said. "What's your last condition?" "I'm not going to suck you," she said. "I can't do that. That's just wrong. That's just nasty. That's incest," she said. "Agreed," he said. "Come by the chaise lounge where I'd be more comfortable and where we'll be away from the prying eyes of our neighbors," she said walking over to the patio furniture topless. Immediately, she took her son's cock in her hand and started stroking him while he touched, felt, and fondled her big breasts. Stroking him harder while stroking him faster, he squeezed and felt her big breasts while occasionally running an errant finger over her nipples. "I love your big tits Mom. I wish I could suck them," he said. "You can't," she said. "If you sucked my tits, I'd suck your cock. When he leaned his head down to take her nipples in her mouth, she pushed him away. "No, Michael. Please don't. It's enough that I'm giving you a hand job," she said stroking him harder and faster. "Oh, my God, Mom, this is so unbelievable. I've never gotten so sexually excited so fast. I'm going to cum," he said. "Please take me in your mouth. Please allow me to cum in your mouth. Please Mom, please." "No Michael, I can't. You can cum on my tits, if you'd like," she said. "Yeah, I'd like that. If I can't cum in your mouth, I'd like to cum on your tits," he said exploding a sudden stream of warm, oozy cum across her big breasts. To be continued... Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #09 There are no underage characters in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old. Brenda and Christine tell Audrey, Jennifer, Carol, and Julia what they did. The next day Brenda and Christine called an emergency meeting to tell everyone what they did with their sons. With all of them at Audrey's house again, the women helped themselves to drinks before getting comfortable in the living room. Serious about the issue of saving their sons from drinking, whoring, and from themselves, instead of having a gab fest, which they usually did when getting all together, they focused on confessing and discussing what they incestuously did to tease their sons. "I don't know how else to say this other than to just blurt it out but..." said Brenda looking from Audrey, to Jennifer, to Carol, to Kathy, to Christine, and lastly to her mother. Obviously needing a sip of alcohol for courage, she took a sip of her drink before continuing. "I stripped naked in front of Mark," she said into her drink and too softly for everyone to hear. "Pardon? What did you do? I didn't hear you," said Carol. "I stripped naked in front of Mark," said Brenda looking up at the group of women. "Naked? You stripped naked? You? Naked?" Doing more than she obviously did with her son, Audrey looked at her twin sister with shock. "Wow, Bren, I didn't know you had that in you to strip totally naked in front of Mark." "Good for you," said her mother, Julia, pumping her hand in the air before slapping her daughter a high five. "Now we're talking. Way to go! That's the ticket when all five of my daughters are committed to keeping their sons safely at home by incestuously teasing them and/or giving them sex." "Let Bren talk mother. She has the floor," said Jennifer. Never giving their mother a chance to speak, Jennifer rolled her eyes and Carol sighed with what their mother said about Brenda flashing herself. Obviously the both of them could do without their mother interrupting and injecting her sexual perversity on the group. Obviously with Julia too much of a forceful presence, with Jennifer and Carol always in competition with her and with one another and the rest of their sisters, no doubt, they wished that Julia wasn't even there. "How'd you do it?" Carol looked at her sister after making a bitter face at her mother. "Did you shock him? Tease him? Seduce him? Or did you just stand in the middle of the living room and start undressing?" Brenda looked at Carol and made the same face that Carol made at her mother. "No, of course not," said Brenda with a nervous laugh. "I was much more subtle than that. Besides, just as Mom warned us to do, wanting to make my flashing appear accidental, I picked my moment." Being that Brenda and Audrey were the eldest sisters of the group, perhaps out of a sign of respect, there was an uncomfortable silence while waiting for Brenda to speak. "So, tell us," said Audrey. "How did you flash yourself to Mark?" Audrey looked at Brenda with as much curiosity as she did with sexual excitement. It was oddly telling that Audrey would look at her twin sister in that way, with sexual excitement, after Brenda told her sister that she stripped herself naked in front of her son. Perhaps, being that they were identical twins and had the same thoughts lots of times, maybe she figured, as did Brenda, that Mark seeing his mother naked was much the same as seeing her, his aunt, naked too. With them having identical bodies, the only obvious differences between them were their personalities. "Mark was out but I knew he'd be home soon," she said with unusual certainty when none of them knew when their sons would ever be home. "You knew he'd be home? How'd you know he'd be home?" As if not believing that she stripped naked in front of her son and as if she was trying to poke holes in her story for the truth, Carol looked to Brenda with suspicion before looking to the rest of her sisters. "Always bickering about his drinking, whoring, and staying out late before, as a courtesy to me and as our appeasement to put a stop to our arguing, I asked him to let me know where he is, what he's doing, and what time he's coming home," said Brenda. "Wow," said Christine. "I never know where my son is and/or what he's doing." "Moreover, I asked him to call me when he's coming home so that I don't worry needlessly. Now he always calls me before heading home. So far," she said knocking on the coffee table, "that's been working well for us." "Really? And he calls you," said Kathy. "Yes. Hit or miss in the beginning, he calls me all the time now," said Brenda. "Lucky," said Kathy. "That's a good idea. I wish my son would do that, call me when he was coming home so that I wouldn't have to worry," said Carol. "Me too," said Jennifer. "I never know when he's going to stumble and fall through the backdoor drunk and/or horny. Why any of them haven't been arrested for drunk driving is beyond me." "It's only a matter of time before they crash into something, kill themselves, and/or kill someone else," said Carol shaking her head with sadness. Julia rolled her eyes and shrugged her shoulders. "Hello? That's the reason why we're all here. That's the reason for all of this incestuous sex," said Julia while forcing the women to confront all that they've sexually done and/or what else they were planning to do with their sons. "We all know the reason why we're here mother. You don't have to remind us and you don't stuff it down our throats. A necessary evil, none of us feel very good about having incestuous sex with our sons," said Jennifer. "Get over it Jen. What's the big deal? It's just sex," said Julia. "When you're my age, it's not as important to have a sexual good time that it was when you were in your twenties. When you're my age, more concerned with health issues and—" "Be quiet Mother. Go ahead Bren," said Carol interrupting her mother and making a sour face at her mother for daring to speak and to voice her opinion again. Brenda took a long sip of her drink for the courage that she needed to continue her sexual, incestuous confession. "Only, this time, when he called I let the machine pick up the phone. Using his call as my scheduled time to put my plan in play, I stripped off my clothes, wrapped a towel around me, and turned on the radio really loud while in the bathroom with the door wide open. Being that my bathroom window faces the driveway, when I heard his car, I knew he was home and it would only be a matter of a few seconds before he'd unlock the back door and stealthily make his way through the house," said Brenda. "Stealthily make his way through the house? You make him sound like a burglar or an intruder in his own house," said Christine. "Mark is sneaky in that way. He's always trying to see me in my bra and panty, topless, or naked. Peeping on me, he's always sneaking around the house while hoping to see something of me that he shouldn't see," said Brenda. "My son is the same way," said Christine. "Mine too," said Kathy. "The reason why my plan to keep your sons safe is because all of your sons are incestuous perverts," said Julia. "Mother really," said Carol. "Please continue Bren. Mother promises not to interrupt again." Julia smiled at Carol before giving her the finger. "This time, knowing he was standing on the stairs in the dark, I had a surprise for him. This time he was going to see all that he's been hoping to see of me. This time, he was going to see me naked," she said looking around the room. "Standing there naked but for my towel while dancing and singing to the music, I pretended that I didn't know he was standing there watching me from the stairs. I felt so naughty. I felt so wicked with the delicious thoughts of exposing my naked body to him." "Oh, this is good. I can see where this is going now," said Christine. "Yeah, this is a good one. I wish I had thought of doing this, stripping myself naked while pretending that I didn't know Michael was home. He'd have had a heart attack if he saw me naked while dancing with my big boobs bouncing." "That's been a problem for me too," said Kathy making everyone laugh while looking down at her A cup breasts. "Whenever I dance naked my tits hit me in my face," she said jumping up as if trying to make her braless breasts magically jump out of her blouse to hit her in the face. "Some days, when my back hurts from lugging these around, I wish I had your tits," said Christine cupping her double D's in the palm of her hands and lifting them. "I know what you mean," said Carol lifting up her D cups by her bra straps. "I love my tits," said Jennifer caressing her C cuppers. "I wouldn't trade them for the world." "You're welcome," said Julia. "You all got your tits from me," she said proudly pushing out her C cup chest. As if they were 10-year-old girls instead of grown women, Carol made a face at her mother and Julia made a face back. "Anyway with the hall dark, I couldn't see him but I knew that he sure as Hell could see me," she said with a dirty laugh. "He's always trying to see whatever he can see of me. With him always trying to catch me dressing and undressing, I knew he was standing on the stairs staring. I just knew he was standing there watching me," she said with another dirty laugh. She paused to take another sip of her drink before continuing. "Then—" "Then? Then what? Are you kidding me? There's more?" Audrey looked at her twin sister with shocked surprise. Comparatively speaking, with Brenda the reluctant one, the most modest one, the shyest one, the most reserved one, and the one less slutty, she was the one less likely to flash more than her bra strap to her son. She was nothing like the whores that Jennifer and Carol still were and always will be. Yet, even with her modesty, shyness, and sexual reservations, she was no virgin, not by a longshot. Just as slutty as her sisters and best friend were back then, she's given plenty of men blowjobs when she was dating and out partying before she was married. Yet, now that she's a respectable middle aged woman, a widow, with an adult son, she's changed her life for the better. Had it not been for her son's bad behavior and her mother professing that she knew how to save her son from the Devil, she wouldn't be playing in the Devil's playground now with her shockingly inappropriate, incestuous behavior of showing her son her naked body. Obviously for sister, Audrey, to be so shocked, in the way that she did with her son, Gary, Audrey must have figured that her twin sister only flash her son her bra and/or her panties. Obviously, Audrey must have figured that Brenda would never flash her son her naked body. A giant leap over her twin sister, even Audrey didn't flash her son her naked body. "There sure is more to tell, a lot more," said Brenda with a dirty laugh. Adding more suspense to what she did, she took another sip of her drink before looking around the room at the six women waiting for her to tell them what she did with her son. "As if I was one of the strippers that he sees on stage, I slowly stripped off my towel." "Oh, you sexy slut," said Carol laughing. "Incestuous whore," said Jennifer laughing too. "One slow breast at a time, first I exposed my left breast to him, then I exposed my right breast to him. Standing there topless, I teased him by bouncing my tits while dancing around the bathroom. Finally, I removed the rest of the towel for him to see my ass and my pussy. Standing there naked while singing and dancing to the music, that's when the real show started," she said with a dirty laugh. "Wow," said Audrey. "Well, I don't feel as guilty about stripping myself naked," said Kathy. "I never knew you had it in you," laughed Christine. "Oh, my God. You truly are such an incestuous whore," said Jennifer laughing. "I can't believe you of all people got naked in front of Mark," said Carol. "I knew you'd do the right thing," said Julia sticking her tongue out at Carol and Jennifer. "When it comes to the safety of your sons, there's more at stake than modesty and morality," said Julia. "Really mother," said Carol shaking her head at her mother. "How childish can you be?" "Don't mind her," said Jennifer referring to her mother. "Please tell us more about what you did with Mark." "Being that I had already stripped myself naked that was it, show over, or so I thought. I figured giving him a quick flash of my naked body and giving him something to masturbate over later was the extent of how far I'd be willing to go," said Brenda. "Only, once I was naked, something happened?" "What?" Audrey looked at her sister with surprise. "What happened?" "Did he attack you?" Carol looked at her older sister with compassion. "The bastard." "Did he rape you?" Jennifer looked at her sister with shock. "That animal." "No nothing like that," said Brenda. "As soon as I stripped myself naked, I was horny," said Brenda with a sexy laugh. "Horny?" Audrey couldn't believe her uptight sister. "You? Horny? I never figured you ever got horny," said Audrey with a laugh. "We all have sexual urges Audrey," said Brenda laughing. "I'm not dead." "Oh, goody," said Christine. "Here comes the good part. I can just feel it." "Never believing that I'd ever do such a thing in front of my son, I started touching myself," said Brenda smiling over at Christine. "Feeling my tits, I fingered my nipples, before reaching down to finger my pussy." "Jesus Bren, you're turning into a real slut. You're just as bad as Jennifer and Carol," said Audrey. "Thank you," said Jennifer. "Watch yourself," said Carol pointing her finger at her big sister. "Just as I started giving him a sexy masturbation show, before I could even reach for my dildo and vibrator, which I already had in the bathroom with me and ready to use," said Brenda looking around the room. "He made a noise when he nearly fell down the stairs," she said laughing. "So ready to do this, I wanted him to watch me masturbate myself. I wanted him to watch me cum and hear me having an orgasm. Prematurely, my surprise striptease and masturbation show was over." "Oh my God," said Kathy. "Is he okay?" "He's perfectly fine," said Brenda. "I suspect that he was masturbating to all that I was doing while he was perched on the stairs watching me. Quickly and silently, he ran down the stairs and, pretending he had just gotten home, he called to me from the kitchen after slamming shut the back door. Mom, I'm home," she said with a laugh. "Wow," said Audrey. "Now that you flashed Mark your naked body, you make me wish that I had flashed Gary my naked body." "That's a lot for you to do," said Jennifer. "It appears that we are all on our way to keeping our sons happily home for Nude Day." "So, what happened with you Christine?" Kathy looked at her childhood friend. * * * * * "Well, I wasn't as brazen as Brenda was in stripping herself naked but I was brazen enough to flash Michael my tits," said Christine. "Flashing tits is always the best way to get a man's attention," said Julia. "I remember the first time that I flashed my tits to—" Carol shot her mother another look while Jennifer returned the subject back from her mother to Christine, their childhood, family friend. "Was this the first time Michael has seen your breasts?" "Yes," said Christine. "Actually, who knows? He could have been peeping on me for all that I know." "He may have installed one of those cameras in the bathroom ceiling," said Julia. "When I stayed at the Holiday Inn in Florida—" "Please, not again mother," said Carol. "We've all heard that candid camera spy story a hundred times of how the maintenance man installed a camera in your room to watch you strip naked. Please stop interrupting mother. Please continue Christine," said Carol. "Quit interrupting me Carol," said Julia. "You never let me talk. I have things to say too, you know. This isn't all about you." "Let her tell us all that she did with Michael," said Jennifer and then you can talk all you want. "After we all leave," said Carol under her breath. "I heard that Carol," said Julia. "Drink your drink mother while Christine tells her story," said Kathy. "Much like Brenda, I had planned on flashing Michael my tits with that being the end of it. Sunning myself in the backyard, I waited until I heard his car in the driveway before I undid my top. I knew, if nothing else and if I chickened out, that he could see the sides of my squished breasts peeking out either side of me. Then, when I sat up to tie my top, something that happens all the time, unless I put my hand there to hold them in place, my too heavy boobs for my bikini bra fall out of the bottom of my top," said Christine. "That happens to me all the time," said Kathy making fun of her A cup breasts and causing everyone to laugh. "So there I was tying my top around my neck with my tits hanging out of the bottom of my bikini bra while pretending that I wasn't exposed. Michael's concentrated stare made me so very horny that I thought I'd give him more of a treat with a prolonged flash," said Christine. "Here comes the good part," said Kathy. "How come you don't say anything to her when she interrupts?" Julia looked at Carol. "Quiet please mother," said Carol. "I was wearing my barely there, transparent when wet bikini," said Christine with a sexy look and a dirty laugh. "Knowing that Michael would push me in the pool, especially after telling him that I couldn't swim in this bikini because it was see-through when wet, he pushed me in the pool," she said laughing and causing everyone else to laugh. "Then when I told him to close his eyes so that I could get out without showing him everything, he swam up behind me and stole my bikini top." "Wow," said Kathy. "Did he see your boobs?" "Did see my boobs? Duh? Of course he saw my boobs, especially when I jumped back in the pool on the pretense of getting my bikini bra. How could he not see my boobs? My boobs are so big that I can't cover them with my hands and forearms," said Christine. "There's no way that he didn't see my boobs." "I have the same problem," said Kathy looking down at her small boobs and making everyone laugh. "Walnut shells barely cover them." "More than seeing just my boobs, Michael could see everything through my bikini. If he was looking closely enough, and he was, he could see my patch of pubic hair, my nipples, and even my ass crack. Instead of getting out of the pool, I dived under the water and stole his bathing suit," said Christine with a dirty laugh. "You did not," said Jennifer. "I do so," said Christine. "Well, good for you," said Julia suddenly looking as sexually excited as Christine was when Michael was staring at her breasts that escaped from her bikini bra. "So, tell us all, did you see his cock?" "Mother, let her tell the story," said Jennifer with Carol making a face, sighing, and rolling her eyes. "I did see his cock and he had a beautiful erection," she said with a sexually satisfied smile. "With him having no modesty whatsoever he climbed the ladder and stepped out of the pool. After he mooned me, he turned to flash me his cock," she said looking around the room. "Not having seen an erect cock in a few years, since the time we all went to that CFNM show—" "Oh my God, that was a blast," said Carol. "I think I had every stripper's cock in my mouth." "Whore," said Julia under her breath. "I heard that mother," said Carol with attitude. "And it takes one to know one." "Don't skimp on the good part," said Julia. "Tell us more about Michael's cock." "Mother," said Carol. "Really." "I'm with Mother," said Jennifer with a sexy laugh. "I'd like to hear more about Michael's cock too. He's so handsome." Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #09 "Well, being that he was standing there with an erection, I saw him when he was sexually excited and let me tell you, I was looking. He has a big, beautiful cock, much bigger than his father's prick," said Christine. "Then, with him standing there at edge of the pool while flashing me his hard prick, he dared me to climb out of the pool topless." "And did you?" Kathy looked at her friend with shock. "I did," said Christine. "I can't believe I did, but I did. Had it not been for the two glasses of wine I consumed before he came home, I never would have been so wicked in flashing him my tits." "So...what happened then?" Jennifer looked from Christine to Carol. "Well, when we were swimming around in the pool, one thing led to another. With him feeling my tits and fingering my nipples, and you all know how my nipples are my erogenous zones, he got me so very sexually aroused," she said looking around the room. "I'm the same way with my nipples," said Kathy. "All it takes to get me going is for a man to finger my nipples while kissing me." "Anyway, when he climbed out of the water and with him wanting me to suck him, instead I masturbated him. I masturbated my son. I did. I really did," she said looking around the small room. "He really wanted me to suck, he did. When he started fingering my nipples, I really wanted to blow him but controlling myself, I masturbated him instead," said Christine. "Did he cum?" Julia looked at Christine with sexual excitement. "Did he cum? Oh, my God. He exploded. Practically giving me a cum bath, he ejaculated a huge load cum all over my tits," said Christine with pride. "Wow," said Jennifer. "Wow," said Carol. "It sounds like you had some fun with your son," said Julia. "I did," said Christine. "So being that we've all done something incestuous with our sons, now what?" Brenda looked from one sister to the other. "Now that we teased our sons by showing them our semi-naked and naked bodies and in some cases masturbated them and/or sucked them, where do we go from here?" They all looked to Julia for guidance. "Where do we go from here? I'll tell you if I'm allowed to speak," said Julia. "Go ahead mother, you have the floor," said Kathy. "Slowly and gradually building up the sexual excitement, we continue flashing them, teasing them, and/or having sex with them until Nude Day. Then we plan our Nude Day party with our sons as our special invited guests," said Julia. "Under the guise of Nude Day, we attend the party showing our sons and nephews bits and pieces of our bodies while teasing them. Trust me, they will do the rest. They'll unwrap us as if we're birthday gifts. They'll strip us naked, as if we're strippers in the VIP room." "Mom, what are you saying?" Audrey looked from her sisters to her mother with shocked disbelief. "Are you asking us to not only have sex with our sons but also to have sex with our nephews too?" "Rather than having sex too, wouldn't it be enough that we all got naked at the Nude Day party?" Brenda looked from her mother to Audrey before looking back to her mother. "You said you wanted to keep your sons safely at home," said Julia. "Right? You said that you'd be willing to do anything, even suck and fuck your sons if it meant that you'd keep them alive on Nude Day. Well," she said looking from one woman to the next. "This is the time for you to put your money where your mouth and pussy is. This is your chance to not only fuck and suck your sons but also your nephews too." "Oh, my God, Mom, it's one thing to tease my son, but I don't know if I can have sex with him," said Audrey. "Now to factor my nephews in the equation, I don't know if I can flash them too, never mind having sex with them. It was hard enough for me to walk around in my sexy nightgown in front of my son." "I don't think I could have sex with all of my nephews," said Brenda. "Maybe I could do one or two but certainly not all." "Having sex with all of them is the only way you'll keep your sons and nephews safely alive not just on Nude Day but every day thereafter. Once you've had sex with your sons and with your nephews, you'll have them," she said leaning forward to close her hand as if she was crushing paper. "Tied to your pussy and glued to your tits, they'll forever be at your beck and call. They will do whatever you ask of them," she said looking around the room. "Can you say...gangbang?" "Oh, my God," said Carol. "I'd have to have a couple glasses of wine to strip naked in front of my sons and nephews and before agreeing to be gangbanged," she said sliding a slow tongue across her lips, obviously sexually aroused by the thoughts of sucking six cocks, maybe even seven, if her brother attended the Nude Day party too. "Me too," said Jennifer. "Yet, being that selfless, self-sacrificing mother and aunt I am, I'm willing to do anything if it means keeping Robert and my nephews alive," she said fluffing her hair before flicking it back with a toss of her head. Oh, yeah, between Carol and Jennifer, they could gangbang their sons, all of their nephews, and even their brother, Ralph. Her personal agenda to begin with, Julia could easily gangbang all of her grandsons and Christine's son too. "Actually, I'm looking forward to showing my body to six, young men who, no doubt, have been incestuously lusting over me for years," said Kathy. "Is Ralph going to be at the part too?" Christine looked at Julia with sexual excitement. "He sure is," said Julia. "Being that you've always had a thing for Ralph, this is your chance to fuck and suck him too, while showing him your big tits," said Julia. "Stop it," said Kathy. "You're making me horny." "Me too," said Christine with a laugh. "With me being so very proud of these," she said cupping her bra clad breasts in her hands raising them, "It's about time that I showed off my tits to everyone." Julia was still sitting there when everyone stood and were ready to leave. "Wait. Don't go. I didn't get a chance to speak," said Julia. "I have to go mother," said Carol. "Me too," said Jennifer. "Sit your asses down in those chairs," said Julia raising her voice while staring hard at both Carol and Jennifer. "I have something to confess to all of you. I have something to say that you're all going to want to hear." To be continued... Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #10 There are no underage characters in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old. Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #10 Julia has the floor and she has mind blowing, life altering, sexual confessions to make to her five daughters. "I wasn't always like this," said Julia with sadness while looking at her daughters with shame, humility, and remorse. She paused too long in her confession and, as usual, Carol used that delay to interrupt her train of thought. "You weren't always like what Mother?" Obviously wanting to rush things along, Carol looked at her watch before looking at her mother with annoyance. "What does that even mean?" If Julia was expecting forgiveness for what she did and understanding during the time that she did what she seemingly had to do, Carol wasn't about to give her any. She seemed perturbed with her mother. When she wasn't angry with her mother, with her sisters, or with her son, she was angry with the world. She'd be the only daughter who not only wouldn't forgive her mother but also who wouldn't understand her reasoning for doing all that she did at the time. Angry over everything and mean to everyone, with her not so kind and caring, Carol wasn't the easiest sister to embrace as a friend or the easiest woman to control as a daughter. Suffice to say that Carol had issues. "I wasn't always a slut and a whore. I was a good girl until men took advantage of my pretty face and my shapely body. A different time then with no sexual harassment laws in the workplace, men were free to do whatever they wanted to do and to sexually take whomever appealed to them. Women were taught to give men respect. Women were taught not to say no to a man, especially an older man. Women were taught to not speak unless spoken to first." Carol looked at her watch with impatience again. "I'm going to be late for my appointment mother. Please just get to the point of your confession," said Carol. "Please confess whatever it is you need to confess? I have a busy day today. I have things to do," she said. Julia looked at Carol with tired frustration. She was tired of spending a good part of her life placating, humoring, and arguing with Carol. She wondered what she did wrong to create such a rude woman when the rest of her daughters were so respectful of her. "You've never stopped talking since the day you uttered your first word Carol. It's my turn to speak," said Julia. "Whatever it is you need to do can wait. So shut up and listen." Carol tossed her beautiful, blonde hair back with a flick of her pretty head while rummaging through her pocketbook for her phone. "Hello," said Carol. "Yes, I know I'm late. I'll get there when I get there. I'm with my mother and she's busy talking," she said to whomever was on the other side of her conversation. "She's making a confession. What about? I don't know. Perhaps she had a lover," said Carol with a hearty and heartless laugh. "No one knows with her. She kept secrets like that, even from her own daughters. Okay. I'll see you soon. Bye." Seemingly either she was talking to her son or Carol had a secret lover that she didn't want anyone to know she had. "Sorry," said Carol with attitude. "Okay, go ahead, as you were saying. You have the floor." "I'll have you know that I was a virgin when I was married," she said while looking as if she truly believed that she was. As if her chair was suddenly electrified, Carol wiggled her shapely ass in it as if she was in class and had to pee. "A virgin? Seriously mother? Oh brother," said Carol," sighing loudly while rolling her eyes. "Not hardly mother," she said with a vindictive laugh while fingering her rosary beads that always hung from her neck, unless she was having sex with her son. "Unless you became pregnant by Immaculate Conception, how could you be a virgin when you were pregnant with twins?" She looked at her sisters, Brenda and Audrey, and smiled. Brenda returned Carol's vindictive look with annoyed frustration while mouthing the words, 'Knock it off.' "Okay, you're right, that's not entirely true," she said with a laugh. "I wasn't a virgin when I was married. How could I be? I was pregnant with you Brenda and with you Audrey but in my heart and in my thoughts, so very innocent, I was virginal like and pure," said Julia giving Carol a stern look. "Pregnant at 18-years-old doesn't sound like you were so innocent, virginal like, and pure to me," said Carol with a mean spirited laugh. "With all of you girls going to spring break every year, I never thought about men and about cocks in the way you girls did at your age. A housewife and a mother, I had enough to do without thinking of having sex with men. It wasn't until a year after I had the twins that I was so consumed with the sexual thoughts of men and their cocks. Admittedly, now, as were all you girls at one time or another, being that I've been having sex with my son while hoping to have sex with my grandsons, I'm a slut and a whore but, truly, I wasn't back then. A different time then, so different from the 50's and early 60's, and at a time when I was maturing, the sexual revolution made all women more sexual." "Even after the sexual revolution," said Jennifer, "it's still a man's world. Women routinely take a backseat to their male counterparts in pay, promotions, attention, and respect." "Sexual revolution? Is there a point to this mother? Or, as usually, are you going to just ramble on before returning to when you were in the Holiday Inn in Florida and the maintenance man watched you undressing with his hidden camera," said Carol looking at her mother with impatience. "I swear, I think you got off on that man watching you stripping naked." Julia looked at her daughter with a face full of shock and hurt. "How dare you that you'd think that I'd be sexually aroused by a pervert invading my privacy. It's one thing to flash a man but quite another to be peeped on when you think you're alone and there's no one watching," said Julia staring down her daughter. "It this age of cameras everywhere, there's always someone watching," said Carol. "Don't interrupt me again Carol," said Julia pointing a stiff index finger at her. "I have the floor. With you never allowing me to speak, this is my turn to talk now. And if it takes me a little longer to formulate my thoughts, that's just too bad. You'll have to bear with me." Carol sat back in her chair, crossed her arms and her legs, and remained quiet as if she was a little girl being punished after being scolded by her mother. "Just a child myself, I was nineteen-years-old when I had my first babies, identical twins," she said smiling while looking at Brenda and Audrey. "I was so happy. I was so proud of my beautiful, baby girls. I was so happy to be a married mother when many of my girlfriends had babies out of wedlock and most times didn't even know who the father was." "Thank you mother," said Brenda. "Only, with you both born prematurely, with all the medical issues you had, and with you unable to take enough food for the first year, you never slept and I was always so very tired," said Julia. "When most babies slept through the night after only a few weeks or months, you were both barely fifteen pounds by your first birthday. You were so tiny. You didn't sleep through the night until you were a year old." "Sorry mother," said Audrey. "Your father, God rest his soul, but for his drinking and chasing women, was a good man. He wanted a son. As if I was a gumball machine at an arcade and he was waiting for his prize, every two years like clockwork, I pushed out another baby in hopes that it would be a boy and he'd finally be satisfied and not want me to have any more children. Two years after giving birth to the twins, I had you Jennifer. You were such a beautiful baby. You were so good and always happy. After giving birth to the twins, I couldn't have had a better baby." "Thank you mother," said Jennifer. "Two years after giving birth to Jennifer, I had you Carol," said Julia. "Being that we all know how old we are mother, we're all familiar with when we were born," said Carol with sarcasm. "As you've grown into such a bitchy woman, you were such a miserable baby and a demanding child. Always crying, yelling, and screaming, you never stopped complaining, even now that you're a grown woman," said Julia shaking her head. "I should have had you tested. I should have had your head examined. I think you need drugs." Brenda and Audrey snickered, Christine and Kathy giggled, and Jennifer smiled her pleasure at hearing her mother call Carol bitchy. "Are we almost done here?" Carol stared hard at her sisters before looking at her watch. "I just started," said Julia, "and the more you interrupt me, the longer this will take." "Let her talk," said Kathy. "Go ahead mother. Tell us what you need to say." "Two years after Carol, I had you Kathy. At 25-years-old with five children and all of them girls, I thought I was done having babies. I was shocked when I became pregnant with Ralph at 36-years-old. Only, your father was overjoyed. He was so very happy that he finally had his son. Don't get me wrong, he loved all of his children," she said looking from one daughter to the other, "but he adored Ralph. Ralph would do all the things that he wanted to do but didn't. Ralph would right all of his mistakes. Ralph would take over where your father fell short. Ralph was his pride and joy and he took that boy everywhere with him, fishing, hiking, camping, and to sporting events." "It was a relief that your father finally had his little companion and I'm sure had their not been such a difference in your ages, you all would have felt ignored and a little bit jealous that your father spent so much time with Ralph," said Julia. "So, what you're confession mother?" Looking down at her watch, it was Jennifer's turn to look at her mother with impatience. "I'm getting to it," she said. "Give me a minute for God's sakes. This isn't easy for me." "Let's do this another time," said Carol standing. "I really have to go." "Jesus Carol, don't you see she's having a difficult time confessing something to you all? Give her the time that you always make sure that you give yourself when you're blabbing about what you did and who you were with," said Christine. "Go ahead Julia." Carol took ownership of her chair again. "Thank you Christine. You make me feel that I've had six daughters instead of five," said Julia pausing before speaking again. "Fertile Myrtle, the first man I had sex with and the first time I had sex, I was pregnant at 18-years-old before I was married. I didn't know what to do. Being that I was born Catholic, abortion wasn't an option but I didn't know how I'd be able to support a baby without a job and without a man helping me and protecting me," said Julia. "Yeah, well, you should have thought about that before you removed your panties and spread your legs," said Carol with a disrespectful dig. "Jesus Carol," said Kathy. "Shut the fuck up!" Something she hasn't been able to do of late, Julia smiled at her youngest daughter for putting her big sister in her place. "I knew that I was pregnant but being that I was attending the senior prom with your father in a couple of weeks and wasn't showing yet, I had sex with him in the backseat of his car after the prom," she said looking from Brenda to Audrey. "Being the standup man that he was and knowing that he'd do the right thing and marry me, I blamed the pregnancy on him." With no one making a sound, not even Carol, the room was so quiet until Brenda spoke. "What? Am I hearing this right?" Brenda looked from her mother to look at her twin sister before staring at her mother. "Are you kidding me? Is this a joke? I don't believe it." Brenda looked at Audrey with shock. "Are you saying that daddy's not our father?" As she generally does, Audrey finished her twin sister's thought. She looked from her mother to look at her twin before focusing her attention to her mother. "Yes, that's exactly what I'm saying. Other than biologically speaking, in every other sense of the word, he is your father. He raised you as if you were his own blood," she said. "If it wasn't for your father, I'd be out on the street. With me an embarrassment to my family and not receiving any help from my parents, my only other option, I would had to give you up for adoption." As were all of the other women in the room, this was the first time that Carol was quiet. "Then," said Brenda looking to her sister before looking to her mother, "who is our father?" "Your father is Sean," said Julia pausing, "the mailman." "What? Sean? The mailman? That old coot? I didn't even know that was his name. Are you serious? He delivered our mail for decades before finally retiring recently," said Audrey. "Oh, you should have seen him 47-years-ago. Five years older than me, with his red hair and big, red, bushy mustache, and bright, blue eyes, he was so handsome. With his Irish brogue, he was so sexy," she Julia swooning by the memory of him. "Always telling jokes, he was so funny. He could always make me laugh even when I was sad." The six women sat in their chairs stunned by Julia's confession. Who knew? No one ever suspected that the women didn't share the same father. Now instead of being full, bloodied sisters, Audrey and Brenda were half-sisters to Jennifer, Carol, and Kathy. "Did Daddy know that he wasn't our father?" Brenda stared at her mother with shock. "Being that it was hard for me to explain your red hair with both of us not having any redheads in our family, I told him soon after you were born that he wasn't the father. I was so afraid to tell him. I was so nervous that I'd be back to where I was, a single mother without a man in her life to support her, to love her, and to protect her. Expecting him to leave and abandon me, he didn't," said Julia. "After some ranting and raving, being that he loved me, really loved me, able to see the bigger picture, he was okay with you not being his biological children." "Wow," said Jennifer. "Daddy was some kind of standup guy." "He was," said Julia. "Did Daddy know that the mailman was our father?" Audrey stared at her mother waiting for her to answer. "He knew that Sean had sex with me before I had sex with him. Yes. I told him," said Julia. "PFFT! Well, that finally explains the red hair and why you don't look anything like the rest of us," said Carol with a cackle, a shrug of her shoulders, and a flick of her blonde hair while being her snooty, self-centered self. God forbid she should comfort her sisters who just heard some troubling, life altering news. God forbid she should be there for them. "Actually, none of us look like one another. Ralph is the only one who looks like Daddy," said Kathy looking around the room with suspicion before refocusing her attention to her mother. Julia looked at Kathy and smiled at her with loving kindness. "Actually," said Julia pausing before blurting out what she needed to say. "Daddy's not your father either Carol," said Julia. "Except for Ralph, Daddy didn't father any of you girls," she said looking from one of her daughters to the other. "What? Daddy's not my father? You dirty, little, skanky whore," said Carol. "How dare you cheat on my Daddy like that?" "Carol!" Jennifer stood and loomed over her sister as if she was a woman wrestler ready to rumble. "I won't have you talk to mother like that. Apologize to her for what you said right this instant." "I will not apologize," said Carol in a quiet voice and without making eye contact with her older sister. "That's okay," said Julia waving a hand of defeated exasperation. "I hardly cheated on your father, Carol. He was the one cheating on me," said Julia in defense of her sexual promiscuity. "So you say, with Daddy dead and no one to validate your story that he cheated on you," said Carol. "In between him having sex with other women, he was impotent when he was drinking," said Julia. "Feeling justified, he used my sexual indiscretion with the mailman to have sex with any and all women who wanted him. He held that information over me as if he was a blackmailer. With everyone believing that he was the father to Brenda and Audrey, I did whatever he asked of me so that he wouldn't embarrass me in front of my friends and relatives by telling them that he wasn't their father." With her pocketbook in her lap as if she was ready to flee, Carol sat bolt upright as if she was in church and the priest was directing his sermon to her. "Then, if not Daddy," said Carol, "who is my father?" "Your father is Peter, the FedEx delivery man," said Julia. "What? Peter? Are you kidding me? The FedEx delivery man? I didn't even know he had a name. With his heavy accent, I always thought he was a Russian spy. Disguised as a Federal Express delivery man, I always thought he was secretly working for the KGB. That explains why he was always smiling at me, trying to give me money, and offering me candy. I thought he was a pervert. I didn't know he was my father," said Carol. "I had no idea. Now I feel bad that I didn't accept his kind generosity." "I'm sorry," said Julia to Carol. "What about me?" Jennifer looked at her mother with shock and sadness. "Who was my father?" "Your father was Angelo, the UPS delivery man," said Julia. "Oh my word, you should have seen him back then. He was so handsome and so sexy. He made me wish I could speak Italian." "Angelo? No kidding. Always waving to me from his truck, I always liked him. He was a nice man although sometimes hard to understand with his broken English. Well, that explains my black hair and brown eyes," said Jennifer. "I can see the resemblance now that I know he's my biological father." "He would have made a good father," said Julia. "Now it all makes sense. He was always leaving packages for me at the front door. He'd scratch out the name of the person and write my name over their label," said Jennifer. "That's how I got my dolls, my skates, and my bicycles. Sometimes it felt like Christmas every month." "I forgot about that," said Carol. "Now that you mention it, the FedEx man was always leaving me packages too that were marked for other people. That's how I got my bike, that giant dollhouse, and my vanity table," said Carol. "Now that I know he was my real father, I feel bad that I wasn't nicer to him." "Your father is your real father, Carol. He raised you and supported you. He was always there for you," said Julia. "The mailman was always leaving us cards with money inside," said Brenda. "They were always addressed to someone else and Mom would say that it was from a secret admirer, which is why the name and address was crossed out on the front of the envelope," said Audrey. "And me? What about me?" Kathy looked at her mother with eagerness to finally learn the identity of her real father. "Who was my father?" "Your father is Martin. He delivered pizzas part-time. He worked teaching astronomy at the community college while trying to advance his musical career playing the guitar," said Julia. "Wow," said Kathy. "That explains my fascination with the stars and my need to learn piano," she said. "And that explains why we always had so much pizza to eat." "Martin routinely delivered us free pizzas," said Julia. "Wait, hold on. There's something not right here. You practically blamed Daddy for you having sex with other men," said Carol. "How so?" "Well, your father had a drinking problem back then that resurfaced again later in life. He stopped drinking for years but then fell off the wagon after Ralph was born. Too much celebrating while passing out cigars at the bars," said Julia with sadness. "After that, he was always drunk and could never get it up. Early on, in the beginning of our marriage, he drank heavily regularly. Instead of having sex with me, he pressured me, coerced me, and demanded that I have sex with all of his friends while he watched," said Julia with shame and downcast eyes. Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #10 "Oh, dear," said Brenda. "I'm so sorry that Daddy sexually used you and emotionally abused you, mother." "It must have been awful for you," said Audrey. "It was. I felt so betrayed. I felt so dirty to have another man seeing me topless while allowed to touch me and feel me," said Julia. "Why didn't you just tell him no?" Carol looked at her mother with confusion. "It was a different time back then. Growing up in the 50's and 60's, vowing to honor and obey, men were the boss. Imagined or real, men were the king of their castles," said Julia. "Risking a back hand or even a beating, I always did what your father told me to do? And what he wanted me to do was to suck men while they played with my tits as he watched. He enjoyed watching them cum in my mouth, giving me a cum bath, and/or cumming all over my tits. Thank God he didn't want me to fuck them. Otherwise, I'd have even more children than I have now," she said with a little laugh. "How God awful it must have been for you Mother," said Audrey. "You giving blowjobs before your husband told you to and force you? Really? I don't think so. I can't see you kowtowing to any man, no matter when it was, even if it was the 1890's" said Carol. "I can't see that happening." "Ingrained in me from watching my mother with my father, I honored and obeyed my husband," said Julia, "especially in the way that he saved me from ruin by marrying me. It wasn't until much later, with woman's rights coming to a forefront in the eighties that I expressed myself as a free thinking woman with a mind and a will of her own." "So, I don't understand the timeline," said Jennifer. "After you had sex with the mailman and all of Daddy's friends, he forced you to have sex with the UPS man, the FedEx man, and the pizza delivery man? Is that it?" "No, the UPS man, the FedEx man, and the pizza delivery man came later and in between, after your father wanted nothing more to do with me sexually. With him drinking more and becoming sexually impotent, once I had sex with all of his friends, he was sexually done with me. With him no longer touching me, not even kissing me, we lived like brother and sister until he stopped drinking again and had regular sex, which begot your brother, Ralph. He was good to me when he wasn't drunk and forcing me to have sex with his friends. Whenever he was drunk, he treated me like the whore that he perceived me to be," said Julia. "Wow, that's really fucked up," said Christine. "With me already being treated as a maid, a cook, a laundress, a servant, and a house cleaner, when your father stopped drinking and he regained his ability to have erections but not his sexual interest in me, he was on to other women," said Julia. "Yet, now that he opened my floodgates and wasn't getting any sex, sexually frustrated, I was always horny. And with me with twin toddlers and always with a baby in the crib, I was stuck at home. The only men available to me were the men who came to my door," she said. "I had brief sexual affairs with the Fuller Brush man, the Encyclopedia Britannia man, the aluminum siding man, the Electrolux man, and a Jehovah's Witness, but none of them got me pregnant, thank God. "Oh my God mother, really? You had sex with the Fuller Brush man, the Encyclopedia Britannia man, the aluminum siding man, the Electrolux man, and a Jehovah's Witness? I hope they at least gave you a discount on brushes, encyclopedias, aluminum siding, a vacuum, and the way to a special road to God," said Carol with a laugh. "Actually, they did," said Julia laughing. "That's an unbelievable story Mom," said Jennifer. "Even though the mailman was still my irregular lover, it was then that I started having regular sex first with the UPS man until becoming pregnant. Then, the FedEx man until he impregnated me and the pizza delivery man, until he impregnated me too. As you girls grew older, I lost sight of Angelo, Peter, and Martin. To be continued... Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #11 There are no underage characters in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old. * Sex with mother and son, Audrey seduces her son. In readiness for the Nude Day party, Audrey, Brenda, Jennifer, Carol, and Kathy all followed their mother's advice in continuing to tease and have sex with their sons. As if she was her sixth daughter, Christine followed Julia's advice too. Now that Julia has confessed her dark, sexual secrets to her daughters and now that her daughters already have had inappropriate, sexual contact with their sons, they were nearly ready for the Nude Day party. First, in readiness for the party, the mothers needed to solidify their incestuous, sexual relationships with their sons by having sex with them one more time before the Nude Day festivities. Since Audrey and Brenda were the only two sisters who didn't have sex with their sons, both women were eager to break the ice by having sex with their sons before the Nude Day party. So resistant before, now they were both ready to do much more than just tease and flash their sons. A big step for Audrey to take but, since her twin sister had already posed naked for her son by dancing in the bathroom without her clothes while pretending she didn't know he was there watching her, she was ready to do more. Not wanting to be outdone by her twin, she was ready to strip herself naked and perhaps do more, so much more than that. Since Jennifer and Christine had already given their sons hand jobs, at the very least, she was ready to do that. Since Carol and Kathy had already sucked their sons, maybe she'd do that too. If the timing was right and if one thing led to another, and if she was in the mood, there's no telling what she'd do if she was horny and sexually aroused enough. A big step from flashing her son to having sex with her son, she wouldn't know what would happen and what she'd do until she was in the moment. She wouldn't know what she'd do until she saw how her son reacted to his mother trying to seduce him. Meanwhile, Jennifer, Carol, Kathy, and Christine were eager to continue where they left off. With all of the women wanting the same sexual thing, to have sex with their sons, all six women were hoping for a more meaningful and deeper penetration to their incestuous, sexual relationships. Those four women who already gave a hand job or a blowjob where ready to take the next step and have sexual intercourse with their sons. If flashing, teasing, hand jobs, and blowjobs were crossing the line, then sexual intercourse was jumping off the cliff without a parachute. Flashing their sons is one thing but fucking their sons is something entirely different and, presumably, all six women were ready to do that with their sons, so long as their sons were ready to do that with their mothers. * * * * * As soon as Audrey cleared out her sisters, her mother, and her best friend from her living room and from her house, she had the privacy she needed to take the next sexual, incestuous step. Now, she had her eyes focused on Gary, her 24-year-old son. Wicked in thoughts, where Jennifer and Christine had already given their sons hand jobs and Carol and Kathy had already sucked their sons, Audrey wanted to do something more sexual with her son too. She wanted to give him more than just an up nightgown of her panties or a down nightgown of her tits. She needed for him to touch and feel her while she touched and felt him. She needed his cock in her hand, in her mouth, and maybe even in her pussy. If only in thought, already going beyond what she was willing to do, she'd have to have a couple of drinks to do what she was thinking of doing and what she wanted to do. With her mind reeling with things to do and things to try with her son, she couldn't wait for Gary to get home. Quickly, she showered, fixed her hair, and reapplied her makeup. An hour after everyone had left, her son pulled in the driveway and she greeted him at the door. Dressed in her button blouse and jeans, she couldn't believe what she was thinking of doing. Going far beyond their mother and son relationship, she was hoping to have a sexual relationship. "Did you eat?" Audrey looked at Gary in readiness to cook him something. "I ate out," he said. "I picked," she said. "I gorged myself on chips and dip, peanuts, and M & M's. My sisters, my friend, Christine, and your grandmother were all here gabbing," she said with a pause. "You know we have the Nude Day party Saturday night." "I know," he said looking at her with curiosity and reservation. "Only..." "Only, what?" She looked at him as if he was thinking about not attending. Perhaps with each man feeling pressured and definitely feeling self-conscious about incest, she feared that one son not participating in their Nude Day party would set off a chain reaction of non-participation. If one son bailed out, factoring in peer pressure, she feared the others would not attend either. Nude Day was a big deal to these young men and for them to spend their Saturday Night with their mothers, aunt, grandmother, and family friend instead of hanging out with naked, young women, was already a hard sell. Instead of attending their little, Nude Day family party with their mothers, they could have some real fun with naked, strippers, hookers, and whores. Yet, so far so good. Hoping for the best, Audrey just hoped that Gary wasn't ready to pull the plug. Fearing that he'd cancel attending their little Nude Day party, she hoped to give him something to make him think twice before changing his mind. "I'm not sure how to take you having a Nude Day party," he said while falling quiet and looking as if he was rethinking what he was about to say. His pause before he said what he was thinking was excruciating and she assumed that he was going to tell her that he wasn't interested in attending, instead, he shocked her with what he said. "Are you all going to get naked?" Seemingly not serious with his question but more hopeful in his expectation of his mother, aunts, family friend, and grandmother stripping themselves naked, he looked at her and gave her a dirty laugh. Surely, he didn't really believe that his mother, his aunts, their family friend, and/or his grandmother would strip naked, did he? Yet by the look he was giving her, he was hoping that one or all of them would get in the spirit of Nude Day and remove their clothes. An incestuous pandemic, if one of the women dared to strip naked, she knew that all of the seven sons would strip naked too. "Naked? Are you really hoping to see and expecting me, your aunts, our family friend, and/or your grandmother to strip naked for Nude Day?" After giving him a nervous, little laugh, she remained silent while staring at him. "Who knows? We all may surprise you?" She put her hand to her shapely hip. "I bet you wouldn't mind seeing me, your aunts, our family friend, and/or your grandmother walking around naked in celebration of Nude Day." "Sure. Why not? It is a Nude Day party, but any of you stripping naked will never happen," he said with obvious disappointment. "Well," she said giving him a thoughtful pause and a sexy smile. "It wouldn't be a Nude Day party without someone getting naked," she said staring at him while unbuttoning her blouse. Going where she wanted to go before but didn't have the nerve, with her unbuttoning one, slow blouse button at a time, he stood there watching her flash him her bra and cleavage. As if he was waiting to see how far she'd go, when she removed her blouse and stood before him in her sexy, low cut, pushup bra is when he spoke again. "Mom? What are you doing?" 'I'm seducing you,' she wanted to say but didn't. 'I want to ensure that you attend the Nude Day party by flashing you my underwear clad body and maybe even giving you sex, a hand job, perhaps even a blowjob now,' she wanted to say but she didn't say that either. Instead of saying what she was thinking, she continued stripping off her clothes. If only he could read her mind, he wouldn't have to ask her what she was doing; he'd know what she was doing. If only she could read his mind, she wondered what he was thinking. She wondered what his reaction was to her removing her blouse and standing before him in her sexy bra. Only, she wasn't about to tell him what she was doing, instead she was going to show him what she had in mind. With showing always so much better than telling, when she finished with him, no doubt, he'd know what was on her mind. "I hope you don't mind me getting more comfortable," she said unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans while watching him stare at her. As if he was watching a stripper on stage, his eyes were bugging out of his head. He watched her wiggled her panty clad ass out of her jeans and shimmy them off of her shapely legs. Something he's never seen of his mother before, she stood in front of her son in her bra and panty. "Wow," he said. "I've never seen you in your underwear. You look so hot in your panty and bra." "Shame on you Gary," she said with a sexy laugh. "You shouldn't be looking at me in that way," she said standing there while posing for him without modesty, embarrassment, or shame. Giving him a good look of her sexy, and shapely body, not bad for a mature woman of 46-years-old, she stood there not covering her semi-nakedness with her hands or arms. "I only removed my blouse and jeans out here in the living room because I'm too tired and too lazy to go in the bedroom and get into my nightgown," she said. "Sorry Mom. You're right," he said. "I shouldn't be looking at you in a sexual way," he said still leering at her as if she was one of his slutty girlfriends. "I needed to get out of these clothes. I only got dressed because everyone was coming over and I didn't want to look like a slob. Now I need to get more comfortable. I hope you don't mind your old mother parading around you in her bra and panty," she said teasing him with her sexy, underwear clad body. "No, I don't mind," he said still staring at all that she was showing and all that he was seeing. "You've seen me in my bikini before. Think of me as wearing my bikini instead of my bra and panty. Either way, I'm fully covered. It isn't as if I'm naked," she said while thinking of her sister Brenda getting naked for her son while wishing she had the courage to get naked in front of her son. "Matter of fact, if you don't mind, I'm going to get comfortable too," he said. "Sure, go right ahead," she said knowing that he'd reappear just wearing a tee shirt and a pajama bottom without underwear, his hanging around the house uniform of choice. "I'll be right back," he said disappearing in his room and returning wearing pajama bottoms and a tee shirt. He was so predictable and Audrey could tell with the half erection his cock made in his pajama bottoms, as she suspected, that he wasn't wearing any underwear. Maybe he had a hairy surprise for her in the way that she had a sexy surprise for him. Maybe he had plans on flashing her his cock in the way that she was flashing him her bra and panty. "Would you like some wine?" "Sure," he said. Showing her round, firm ass cheeks that peeked out the back of her bikini panties and showing him the tops of her jiggling breasts that emerged from her pushup bra as if two small hills, Audrey walked to the wine rack. She grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses, opened the bottle, and poured the wine. With him staring from her bra clad breast to her panty clad ass, she knew he was sexually interested. Then, when she turned to walk to him, she knew that her panties were sheer enough and tight enough that he could see the dark shadow of her red pussy along with her pussy slit and camel toe. Oh, yeah, better than parading around him in her sexy nightgown, she was giving him a real show of her sexy body now. Even more sexually aroused than when she walked around him in her sheer, short, low cut nightgown, by his continual stare, he made her feel so sexy. In the lustful way he was leering at her, he made her feel wanted and desired. Just by the constant surveillance of his stare, he made her want to show him more. He made her want to show him her tits. He made her want to strip naked and give him sex. "I thought we'd watch a movie," she said carrying the wine over to the couch. "What movie did you have in mind?" "I just received the new one that I ordered from Netflix," she said. If only he knew how sexually aroused she was when she read the movie's description, he'd think her an incestuous whore. Knowing he liked older women, specifically Robin Wright and Naomi Watts, she rented this movie specifically for him. With her beside him in her underwear, she wondered what his reaction would be to watching the movie. Hopefully, he'd be just as sexually aroused as she would be when watching the movie. "What's it called?" "Adore," she said. "Adore? I never her of it. Who's in it?" If only by the title, no doubt, he figured it was some chick flick, a sappy love story, and he'd be right. Only wouldn't he be surprised when he saw that the movie was about two mothers falling in love with the other's son. Wouldn't he be surprised when what they were watching the movie that this is exactly what she wanted to do with him? Sucking him and fucking him, wouldn't he be surprised if she turned out to be just as sexy as Robin Wright and/or Naomi Watts? "Robin Wright and Naomi Watts. It's about—" "Robin Wright and Naomi Watts in the same move? Never mind, I don't care what it's about. I'll watch anything with those two women in it. They're hot," he said with a dirty laugh. She handed him a glass of wine before turning on the TV and DVD. Her way of teasing him, instead of squatting down, which she normally does when wearing jeans or a short skirt, she bent at the waist to insert the movie. In doing so, she showed him a good view of her panty clad ass and an in between leg shot of her panty clad pussy. Appropriate subject matter, the movie is about two childhood friends who have affairs with each other's adult sons. As erotic as the story behind the screenplay is forbidden, perhaps the movie would give him a hint as to what she had in mind when it came to her incestuous seduction of him. * * * * * It wasn't until the first sexual scene where Xavier Samuel as Ian, kissed Robin Wright as Roz while touching and feeling her where no son should feel his mother's best friend that Gary got more into the movie. When Tom, Roz's son, played by James Frecheville, awakens early the next morning to discover that his mother slept with his best friend, he goes next door to sleep with Ian's mother, Lil, played by Naomi Watts. If there was a perfect, erotic movie for what Audrey was planning to do with her son, without being totally blatant about it by showing him a porn movie of a mother with her son, this was it. After two glasses of wine and after watching the sex scene between the two mothers having sex with the other's son, Gary had an impressive erection. It didn't help that his MILF of a mother was sitting beside him in her low cut, pushup bra and itsy bitsy, nearly see-through, bikini panty. With the both of them getting more comfortable, as if they were a couple taking in a movie, instead of a mother watching a movie with her son, he put his arm around her shoulder and she rested her hand on his thigh. As if they were boyfriend and girlfriend instead of mother and son, she leaned her slim, shapely body into him to make herself more comfortable and he pulled her closer with a gentle nudge of her naked shoulder. "I can tell you like this movie," she said looking from his erection to look up at him. "How can you tell?" "You have an erection," she said looking down at his cock tenting his pajama bottom before looking up at him. "Sorry Mom," he said covering his erection with his hand. "Between you sitting here in your bra and panty and the subject matter of his movie, how would I not have an erection?" "It's okay," she said. "Don't worry about it. I can understand how that would happen," she said with a little laugh. "At your age, with all the testosterone surging through your body, I'd just have to show you my bra strap for you to get hard," she said. As if a dog digging in her bed while trying to get comfortable, she squirmed and wiggled against him while teasing him more with the heated sensation of her nearly naked body. Parking her bikini clad ass next to his thigh and resting her bra clad breasts on his chest, if only by his huge erection, she knew that she was getting to him. Expecting him to touch and feel her, when he didn't she knew that it was up to her to take the next step. "It's still embarrassing to be sexually aroused by my mother. Suddenly, I feel so perverted," he said. "Don't be silly. Getting an erection is just a normal reaction to seeing me in my underwear while watching this sexy movie," she said pausing while waiting for him to digest what she said. "Do me a favor," she said looking up at him. Teasing him even more by moving her hand higher up his thigh, she was mere inches from touching his erect cock. "What? What can I get for you Mom?" No doubt, he probably figured she wanted popcorn but what she wanted was something that was more than just a snack. She wanted the whole meal, dessert included. "Be a dear and unhook my bra. With me leaning against you, the straps are biting into me," she said wiggling as if she was itchy and, indeed, she did have an itch that needed to be scratched. There was a long pause before he said something and did anything and she wondered if she had gone too far too soon in seducing her son. Yet, if her son was anything like she sons of her sisters, her family friend, even her mother's son, her brother, she didn't think that Gary would turn her down with what she had in mind. In the way he was staring at her and in the way that he reacted to her asking him to unhook her bra, she suspected that he had imagined unhooking her bra before. Perhaps he had imagined unhooking her bra in one of his many sexual fantasies while, no doubt, masturbating over having sex with her. And now, here he was about to unhook his mother's bra. No doubt, this is the point where any horny son wished his mother was wearing a front snapping bra. "You can remove your bra Mom, if you'd like and if you'd be more comfortable," he said being the doting son that he had suddenly become while staring down at her bra clad breasts before smiling up at her. "I don't mind," he said with a shit eating grin. "You don't mind me removing my bra? You wouldn't mind seeing my tits? You'd like that, wouldn't you?" She gave him a sexy look. "You'd like to see your mother's sagging, naked breasts, wouldn't you?" "Who wouldn't? You're still a very pretty and sexy woman. All of my aunts are and so isn't Christine," he said. "Even grandma is hot for a woman her age." "Christine has enormous breasts and so doesn't Carol. I wish I had breasts more like Jennifer's C cup instead of my average sized, B cup breasts," she said reaching her hands beneath her bra cups to lift her breasts while looking up at her son as if offering her tits to him. "I'm just glad that I don't have Kathy's A cup breasts," she said staring down at her tits. "By the way, don't get your hopes up but I'm not going to remove my bra to show you my tits. I just want to get more comfortable by having you unhook my bra," she said. "Okay," he said reaching around her to undo her bra when she sat up on the couch. "Thank you," she said. "That feels so much better. I can breathe." Audrey returned to her position of resting against her son only when she did so, with her bra unhooked and her bra cups moving forward when she leaned back, she was deliberately giving her son a down bra view of more of her breasts. Then, whenever she moved to reach for her wine and returned the glass to the coffee table, she gave him a glimpse of her areolas and nipples. When she finished her second glass of wine, she made herself even more comfortable by sliding herself further down and resting her neck against his hip and the back of her head against his erect cock. Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #11 She could feel his cock pulsating against the back of her head. If she was to turn completely around and lay on her stomach and with her face in her son's lap, she'd have his cock in her mouth. Just thinking of sucking him, she wished she had the courage to do that, but she didn't. Waiting for him to make a move, she continued watching the movie while teasing her son. She reached for this hand that was around her shoulder to innocently place on her flat, toned stomach and across her bra clad breasts. Now with his fingers in contact with the top of her panty and his forearm resting on her bra, he played with the band of her panty before reaching up to play with the tiny flowers on her brassiere. When he fingered her panty, she wished he'd stick his hand inside. She wished he'd play with her trimmed, red pubic hair in the way that he was fingering her panty band and the tiny flowers on her bra. She wished he'd rub her clit and finger her pussy in the way that she was excited by the thought of stroking his cock. Feeling the top edge of her bra, he gently and slowly felt the tops of her breasts with his fingertips. Now she wished he'd feel her breast through her unhooked bra. Now she wished he'd stick his horny hand inside of her bra and feel her breasts while fingering her nipples. Watching his fingertips gradually disappear inside of her bra, she watched his fingers touching and feeling her where no son should ever feel his mother. Unable to control her lust for her son any longer, tired of waiting for him to make a move, she voiced her permission. "You can touch me," she said looking up at him looking down at her. "I don't mind if you feel me." "Touch you? Feel you? What do you mean Mom?" He looked at her as if she wasn't clear enough and meant something else. Apparently, he needed a baseball bat to the back of the head to get the hint that his mother wanted to him to feel her tits while fingering her nipples. Apparently, he needed her to tell him that she wanted to have sex with him. "In the way that Ian and Tom are feeling their mother's best friend in the movie," she said pausing while looking from the television to look up at her son. "I don't mind if you feel my tits and finger my nipples. Actually, while watching Robin Wright and Naomi Watts having sex with their best friend's son, I like the thought of my son touching and feeling me," said Audrey. Shocking even herself for saying what she said in telling her son what she wanted, was as if she just threw a glass of cold water in his face to awaken him out of his naiveté. She knew he was sexually aroused, his erection was right there, inches away from her horny hand and a foot from her hungry mouth. She could feeling his cock hardening even more against the back of her head. Obeying his mother, yet as if afraid to touch her and to go where no son should dare go, Gary slowly reached his hand inside his mother's unhooked bra. Sliding his horny hand further down, he cupped and fondled her breast in his hand. Leaving it there, he didn't move his hand until she wiggled her erect nipple more in his palm. Then, he took her nipple in between his finger and squeezed it, pulled it, turned it, and twisted it. "You have big nipples Mom," he said staring down at his hand when her bra and bra cups moved down enough to expose more of her breasts. "They're so hard." "I like what you're doing," she said, "but you're neglecting my other breast," she said. Gary moved his other hand inside of her bra to feel her other breast and finger her other nipple and when he did her bra moved lower to expose even more of her breasts. "Oh my God, Mom, I never thought I'd be doing this. I never thought you'd ever allow me to touch you in this way," he said. "This is so very exciting." "If it's in the way, you can remove my bra," she said with a pause, "if you'd like. I don't mind if you don't mind." As if he was removing packaging material that was in the way of him seeing what was inside, he removed her bra straps from her shoulders and tossed her bra to the floor between the couch and coffee table. Laying on the couch topless in just her bikini panties, she was as wicked in her thoughts as he obviously was. Imagining her son's cock in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy, she was enjoying the feel of his big, hard, throbbing prick against the back of her head. While he felt and fondled her naked breasts and fingered her nipples, she gently moved her head against his swollen cock. "This is unbelievable Mom," he said. "Are you getting too sexually aroused?" She sat up enough to reach her hand up and behind her to take his pajama clad cock in her hand. "You're so hard," she said. "Mom," he said looking from his cock to look at her before returning his focus to her hand feeling his prick through his pajamas. As if they were just a man and a woman relaxing at home, instead of a mother sexually teasing her son before offering him sex, albeit incestuous sex, what they did seemed so normal. "Would you like me to stroke you?" "Stroke me? Really? You'd do that? You'd give me a hand job?" He looked at her as if he was dreaming and/or having a sexual fantasy. "Of course. I'd do anything for you. You're my son," she said while wondering if he took the hint that she wanted to do more than just stroke his prick. "I made this body," she said squeezing his cock tighter in her hand through his pajamas. "God yes," he said. "I'd love for you to stroke me Mom." Forsaking the movie, preferring to make their own X-rated, mother and son movie, Audrey reached her hand inside of her son's pajama bottoms and pulled out his cock. She stared at Gary's engorged prick while fingering the head of it before slowly stroking him. "You have such a beautiful penis Gary. Your cock is so much bigger and so much harder than your father's penis," she said. If only he knew the slut his mother was when she was younger and in college, wouldn't he be surprised? If only he knew how many men she's had sex with, sucked and fucked, wouldn't he be shocked? If only he knew how much she wanted to have sex with him no doubt matched how much he wanted to have sex with her, they may have had sex years ago. "That feels so good Mom," he said staring at her hand stroking him. "Would you like me to make you cum?" Driving him crazy, she looked up at her son. As if she wasn't sexually teasing him enough but she was. "Would you like that?" "Oh, yes, I would love that Mom," he said. "I'd love for you to make me cum." She stroked him faster while he felt her breasts and fingered her nipples. Then, giving her his subtle hint, he traced her lips with his fingertip and she gave him her subtle hint by taking his finger in her mouth to suck it and lick it. As if she was sucking his cock, she sucked his finger. "Squeeze my tits," she said ejecting his finger from her mouth to speak. "I like that." "Okay," he said squeezing her breasts while fingering her nipples. "Suck my tits Gary. It's been so long since I had my nipples sucked," she said. A prelude to what she was about to do next, she knew that if he sucked her nipples, she'd suck his cock. "Sure," he said. He leaned down to take his mother breasts in his mouth, first one and then the other. Back and forth, while nibbling and biting her nipples, he sucked one nipple before sucking her other nipple. "Oh my God, that feels so good," she said breathlessly while putting one hand to the back of his head to fondle his hair and while reaching her other hand in her panty and down to finger her pussy. Unable to help herself, as soon as her son started sucking her nipples, she started masturbating herself. "I love sucking your tits Mom," he said. As soon as he said that, she took her pussy soaked finger and stuck it in his mouth. As if rethinking what she was about to say, she paused before saying it. "Would you like me to suck you?" She looked up at him staring down at her. "Oh, Mom. Would you? I'd love for you to suck me." "Of course I will. I'd love to suck my son," she said leaning to take his cock in her mouth. She sucked him while stroking him before removing his prick from her mouth to speak. "Would you like to cum in my mouth?" His face was filled with as much shock as it was with sexual excitement. "May I? That would make me so happy Mom," he said looking down at her blue eyes while running his fingers through her red hair. "Would like to watch me blow you? Would it sexually excite you to see your cock in my mouth?" "Yes," he said with squirming with sexual excitement. Audrey moved from the couch and moved to her knees and in between her son's legs. She took him in her mouth while looking up him with her blue eyes. He pushed her red hair aside to see his cock filling his mother's mouth while reaching his hand down to fondle her tits and finger her nipples. Slowly at first, she sucked him while stroking him. Then, the more she was getting into sucking her son, the deeper she took him in her mouth and the faster she stroked him. Giving him a head banging blowjob, she made all of those cock sucking sounds that men love to hear to know that the woman is enjoying sucking them as much as they're enjoying being sucked. Once she started cupping and caressing his testicles, she could feel him getting ready to cum. Catching her by surprise, in a gush, he exploded a load of his warm, oozy cum in her willing mouth. Continuing to suck him while stroking him, she didn't stop sucking him until she sucked and licked every drop of cum. Then, when she was done, she moved up to meet his lips and kissed him. Parting his lips with her tongue, she French kissed her son while he reached his hand down her panties to rub her clit and finger her pussy. She was so wet. She was so ready. Audrey stood, removed her panties, pushed her son back and sat on him. She reached down to guide his still hard cock inside of her. Then, slowly humping him, once he was deep enough inside of her, she humped him harder. Really humping him now and with him returning her humps, they were fucking. They made love as if they were boyfriend and girlfriend or husband and wife instead of mother and son. They made love as if they were long, lost lovers rejoined again after years of not having any sexual contact. To be continued... Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #12 There are no underage characters in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old. * Before taking things in her own hands and in her own mouth, Brenda reveals that she knows about her son's panty collection. That night, encouraged by what Jennifer, Carol, Kathy, and Christine did with their sons, Brenda showered, applied her makeup, and fixed her hair. She wanted to look sexy. She wanted to appear seductive. Consumed by the thoughts of taking the giant leap across the incestuous line, she was willingly to give her son sex to ensure that he'd attend their Nude Day party. Not ready before, she was ready to play incestuous games in the Devil's playground now. She put on her sexiest nightgown, the short, low cut one that practically shows her tits and shows her ass and/or panties whenever leaning even just a little bit forward. Knowing how much her son liked her panties, instead of not wearing any panties, which she wanted to do to entice him and tease him by flashing him her pussy, she wore her new, light blue, bikini panties. Turning and leaning one way before turning and bending the other, liking what she was seeing, she looked at herself in her full-length mirror. Not bad for a 46-year-old woman, looking ten years younger, she didn't look her age. She couldn't believe she was about to give her son sex when she should be giving a man her age and someone not blood related sex. Instead of seducing her son, she should be looking for a suitor. With her looks and financial independence, she should have a boyfriend in her bed or the love of another husband in her head. She should have a man she loved to share the rest of her life with instead of lusting after her son, no matter the excuse of saving him from himself and using the pretense of keeping him safely home as her reason for incest. Something so distastefully incestuous to her before that's so sexually exciting to her now, how can she give her son sex? Yet, turned and twisted, making the sacrifice, as explained to her by her mother, the only way she can save her son from himself is to give him incestuous sex. Had her sisters not already done the same with their sons, she'd never go through with his. Yet, how would she feel if she didn't give her son sex and something was to happen to him? Definitely, she'd feel much worse if he were killed or maimed in a car wreck that she could have prevented by giving him incestuous sex, according to her mother. With all of the boyfriends she's had in her life and forever faithful to her cheating husband after that, and now with one year melding into the next, she couldn't believe she hasn't had a man in her life other than her son for the past twelve years. Her bed may be cold but much like her identical twin sister, Audrey, she was still hot. Only, embracing the bigger picture, if giving her son sex would save him from the folly of himself with the drinking and the whoring, being tagged an incestuous whore of a mother would be worth the shame, the embarrassment, and the humiliation that may come with that label later. In the way she didn't care about how people perceived her when she was young and when she was as wild as were her sisters and her best friend, Christine, surely, now that she had money, she didn't care what people thought of her. Now looking within instead of expanding her circle of friends, she only cared about her son, her sisters, her nephews, her mother, her brother, and her childhood friend and her son. Besides, when her husband died, with her no longer part of a couple, and with her an available, attractive widow, no doubt fearing she'd steal their husbands, she lost all of her so called close friends. Insensitive bitches and bastards, when confronted why they didn't call her and keep in touch with her after her husband died, they admitted that they didn't know what to say and what to do. So, instead of saying anything, they remained quiet. Instead of doing anything, they did nothing. Some friends they were. She's had worse enemies that were better friends. As far as anyone else, but for her family and her childhood friend, there was no one else stepping forward to help her in her time of grief when her husband died. A widow and a single mom without money, without a job, and now without any friends but for Christine, if it wasn't for the lawsuit and her family, she'd be lost. In the way her friends had no room for her in their little, closed, lives then, she no longer had room for them in her full life now. Tit for tat, what comes around goes around, and it is what it is. With her son, her five sisters and their sons, a childhood friend and her son, her mother, and her brother, she already had enough people in her life. She didn't need any more people to complicate her life and to dilute her focus on the real people she loved, her family and her extended family with Christine and her son. * * * * * Hugging her curves, she liked this sexy nightgown because it flattered her bosom and made her breasts appear a little larger than they really were. She cupped her breasts through her nightgown and raised them higher with the palms of her hands while looking down her low cut top to see what she could see and what she'd be showing her son soon. When facing him, if she leaned just a little forward, she'd be giving him a great down nightgown view of her breasts. With her back turned to him, if she bent a little at the waist, she'd be giving him a great up nightgown view of her panty clad ass. Knowing her son, Mark, was in his room masturbating himself, he was always masturbating, morning, noon, and night, while holding and sniffing her panties, she was about to do something she's never done before. She was about to invade his privacy. Knowing that he'd never take the next incestuous step, even after she showed him her naked body, obviously it was up to her to seduce him. Taking it upon herself, it was up to her to give him what he wants and what he needs so that he could give him what she wants and what she needs. As mentored by her mother, this was her way to keep her son safely at home on Nude Day and every day thereafter. Taking direction from her mother, her sisters, and her best friend, she was ready to be the slut that she was when she was younger, albeit the incestuous slut now that she'd be when having sex with her son. Barging in his room as if she was a SWAT team member and he was a suspected drug lord, she flung opened the door to her son's bedroom without knocking. Catching him completely by surprise, she caught him with his erect cock in one hand and her panties in his other hand. He quickly covered his cock and her panties with his sheet but she could tell from how high up the sheet was raised, that he had a huge erection. Sending a sexual shiver down her spine, she briefly saw his cock before he had the time to cover it and conceal it from her. "Hi Mark," she said giving him a sexy look while acting as if she didn't know what he was doing. "Whatcha doin'?" She knew exactly what he was doing. He was playing with himself while sniffing her panties. Where some men love tits, some men love asses, and some men love legs, Mark loved panties. Sometime after his father died, he had developed a panty fetish. She knew he had panties stashed all over his room. Obviously embarrassed by his panty fetish and hidden somewhere in his room, she knew he was hiding an entire collection of panties from her. She wished he collected baseball cards, stamps, or coins instead of panties. How would he like it if she collected men's jockstraps? How would he like it if she masturbated morning, noon, and night? When she saw him masturbating while sniffing her panties, at first, her involuntary reaction, she felt violated by him not only having a panty fetish but also with him sniffing her panties. Looking at him as if he wasn't her son but someone else, a pervert, she felt a little disgusted by his odd, sexual behavior. Then, forgetting that she was in his room to seduce him, she felt flattered that out of all the panties that he assuredly collected and hid somewhere in his room, it was her panties that he obviously preferred to sniff while stroking himself. Other than she was his mother, she wondered what the attraction was. Perhaps because she was his mother was the reason why he chose her panties to sniff over some other woman's panties. Catching her by surprise, she watched him stare at the impressions her nipples made through the sheer material of her nightie. Normally her son staring at her tits would offend her and she'd fold her arms across her bosom to discourage his stare. Only, this time she didn't cover herself with her arms to deny him his view. This time, she enjoyed the attention of him leering at her. She watched his eyes fall to the dark patch of red pubic hair that he could no doubt see through her sheer nightgown and through her equally as sheer panty. In the way that he was looking at her, she had the urge to strip herself naked as she did when she was in the bathroom and when she knew he was standing in the dark on the stairs. In the way that he was staring at her, she had the urge to fill his mouth with her pussy. It had been a long time since a man fingered her and licked her. Being that the reason she was about to have sex with her son was for the sake of saving him, she could force herself to enjoy her son eating her. Having him finger her pussy while licking her pussy wouldn't be such a bad consequence of saving her son from himself. Wondering what he masturbates about, she wondered if he was masturbating over what he saw of her the other day when she was dancing naked in the bathroom. With him having a collection of panties, she wondered if her panties were the only panties he sniffed. She wondered what his criteria was in collecting panties. She wondered how many times he's already masturbated over seeing her naked. She wondered what he'd do if she stripped naked for him right now. She wondered if he'd like to see her modeling her panties. She wondered if he'd be man enough to give her sex or if he'd just ask her for her panties to sniff while he masturbated later. Only, she didn't want to strip herself naked as if she was a whore, a hooker, or a stripper. Being that she was his mother and he was her son, she'd rather be more subtle than that. She'd rather tease him with her words and with her body before showing him some skin and giving him sex. She'd rather make him lustfully crazy for her in the way that she was now for him. Only, this was it. Being that she already made quite the entrance, she wasn't leaving his room without giving her son sex. "Nothing. I'm tired and was about to go to sleep," he said pulling his sheet up to his neck. She sat on his bed with looking down at him. "What's this?" She stared down where his cock tented his sheet. "What do you have there?" Leaning forward to give him a great down nightgown view, she grabbed his cock through the sheet and wrapped her fingers around the sheet covered bulge. "Oops, sorry," she said with a dirty laugh. "I thought you had a flashlight. You used to do that," she said leaving her hand right where it was with her fingers wrapped around his sheet covered cock. He looked down at her hand before looking up at her and staring back at her hand. "Mom," he said obviously uncomfortable with her touching him in that sexual way and apparently unable to say anything else. "I just wanted to remind you of the Nude Day party Saturday," she said teasing him by touching the head of his cock through the sheet with her fingertips. Having had plenty of cocks in her hand before, she knew how to sexually interest a man while teasing a man. "I know about the party," he said staring down at her fingers before staring up at her nightgown clad breasts. Preoccupied with her tits, she knew she was giving him a nice down nightgown view of her B cup breasts. With her sitting on the edge of his bed with her knees turned to him and parted, and her nightgown nearly up to her crotch, she knew she was giving him an up nightgown view of her panties too. Not keeping her hand steady, teasing him, she ever so slightly moved her hand around his sheet covered cock. Every time she moved her hand, changed her grip, and/or fondled the head of his cock with his fingertips, she could feel his prick throb and pulsate. "Everyone will be there, all of your aunts and cousins," she said running her index finger over the head of his sheet covered cock while she ever so slowly and slightly stroked him up and down and up and down. "We have a few surprises in store in celebration of Nude Day," she said. "Oh, yeah?" Obviously not knowing where to look, he looked from her exposed breasts, to her exposed panties, and to her holding his stiff prick through the sheet. "What surprises do you have?" "It wouldn't be much of a surprise if I told you," she said enticing him while teasing him by maintaining her grip on his cock. "You'll see Saturday night at the party." Never removing his eyes from one or the other, when he wasn't staring down her nightgown at her breasts, he was either staring between her legs at her panties or staring at her hand holding his sheet covered cock. "I'm looking forward to the panty, I mean, party," he said turning red with embarrassed nervousness while talking to her hand holding his cock through the sheet when not talking to her tits or her exposed panty. "Except for Christmas and Thanksgiving, it's rare that we all get together." Finally when he looked up at her blue eyes as if asking her an unspoken question, she answered his unspoken question when she looked down where he was looking at his big sheet covered bulge in her hand. "I can help you with that," she said staring down at his prick that tented the sheet. "Pardon?" An involuntary reaction with him saying pardon, he obviously knew what she meant. "Your erection," she said gently squeezing his cock before slowly and ever so slightly moving her hand up and down through the sheet. "I can help you with that," she said moving the sheet from her son's cock while he struggled to cover himself. "Mom, no," he said pulling the sheet away from her. "What the Hell are you doing?" Brenda rolled her eyes and sighed. "I'm doing what I should have done years ago when you started showing that you had a sexual problem with women and had the need to sniff my panties while masturbating," she said. "I don't sniff your panties," he said feebly protesting. "And I don't masturbate." "Just as I know you have a whole collection of women's panties hidden somewhere in your room, I know you masturbate multiple times a day. Now I know you don't wear the panties you collect. I know you just collect them," she said with a shrug. "Why you have the need to collect women's panties, I don't know," she said pausing while looking at him. "Tell me, where did you get all of those panties and why panties? Why do you collect panties?" Turning red, he remained silent. Obviously, he seemed embarrassed and was seemingly uncomfortable talking about his panty collection to, of all people, his mother. Seemingly this was his worst nightmare when she confronted him with his panty collection and his best dream that she was holding onto his sheet covered cock while slowly masturbating him. In reality, there was nothing more sexually exciting than talking about his panty fetish to the woman who he loved to sniff her panties while she masturbated him. "They're my trophies," he said as if proud of each and every pair of panty in his collection. "Trophies? How so?" She heard of a black book where a man writes the name and physical description along with her phone number and day, date, and time of every sexual conquest, but she never heard of a man collecting panties as trophies. That was a new one for her. "Whenever I have sex with a woman I ask her for her panties," he said naturally and normally as if he was asking the women for their telephone number instead of their underwear. "I hope you wear a condom Mark," she said. "I always do," he said. "And women freely give you their panties?" "Yes. Some of them do. Some women are flattered while others are grossed out that I want their panties as my memory of them. I have to pay the hookers for their panties, but it's worth it to me so that I can remember them by their panties," he said. "I buy an exact pair of panties for the women who refuse to give me their panties." "I see," she said. "Is that why you keep them in plastic bags?" Having never seen his panty collection, she had no idea that he kept his collected panties in plastic bags, she just imagined he would. "Yes, I put their names, the date we had sex, and a brief description of what happened," he said. "That's kinky but, I've heard of worst fetishes than collecting panties," she said with a shrug. "Why not just take a photo of them wearing their panties?" "A lot of reasons. A sexual mood breaker and an invasion of privacy, not all women want their picture taken while in their panties. Besides a picture is not the same as taking ownership of the real thing. I'd rather have their panty in my hand and in my possession to feel, to touch, and" he said pausing, "to sniff later." "I see," she said having an open mind while thinking whatever floats his boat. "You do sort of what the Indians did when they took the scalps of white men," she said with a laugh. "I guess you can say that," he said. She looked at him and smiled before giving him a sexy look at what she was thinking about doing. "Allow me to add to you collection," she said laughing while standing. With him laying on his bed and looking up at her and watching her, she lifted her nightgown high enough to flash him her panties. Holding it there, she looked at him staring up at her in her light blue, bikini panties. Then, she reached beneath her nightgown and pulled down her panties. "Oh my God, Mom," he said first staring at her panties before staring at the glimpse of her exposed pussy that she so wickedly showed her son. When she stepped out of her panties, she slowly slid them along her pussy to fill them with her scent. "Here's a fresh pair," she said tossing them in his face. She sat back down on his bed beside him to take hold of his sheet clad cock again. "Oh, my God," he said. Shocking even her, showing her no shame or embarrassment, he not only accepted her worn panties but he also sniffed them in front of her. With him busy holding her panties to his nose with both hands, as if her panty was his security blanket that he carried around with him as a child, offering her no resistance, he allowed his mother to slowly pull down the sheet to expose his erect prick. While she stared at his soon to be exposed prick, he stared at her staring at his soon to be exposed prick. As if she was sliding the sheet down from something valuable, a new car or a sculpture of a naked man, indeed his cock was valuable to her as well as to him. Once the sheet was removed, his uncovered prick sprang to life. Wasting no time, she wrapped her hand around his cock and slowly stroke him. She stared at his engorged penis while he stared down at her. "Does that feel good?" She looked from his cock to look at him before staring back at his penis. She wondered if he felt as sexually excited she felt holding his cock. It's been a long time since she's held a hard prick in her hand. "Yes," he said. Shocking even herself while thinking about Jennifer masturbating her son, Robert, Christine masturbating her son, Michael, and even her mother, Julia, masturbating her son and her brother, Ralph, she was proud and happy to finally join the club of mothers masturbating their sons. "Do you like what I'm doing to you?" Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #12 She tightened her grip around his cock while stroking him a little faster. "Yes," he said. While still stroking him, she cupped his testicles with her other hand. "You don't mind if I give you some sexual pleasure, do you?" Obviously a dumb question by the sexually excited look on his face, he nodded his head in the affirmative before responding in the negative. "No," he said. "I don't mind." Tightening her grip again, she slowed her stoking. She didn't want him getting too sexually excited too fast. Enjoying the feel of his stiff prick in her small hand, she was enjoying giving her son a hand job and didn't want him to ruin the sensation by cumming too soon. "It's been a long time since I've had a penis in my hand," she said staring down at his cock before looking up at him. "I wasn't sure if I was doing it right," she said feigning her inexperience in giving a hand job while slowly moving her hand up and down. She wasn't sure if she was doing it right? With all the hand jobs she's give in her life, she could teach a class at giving men hand jobs. She was a professional not only when it came to stroking a cock but also when it came to sucking a cock too. If she had collected all the briefs and boxers of all the men she had sex with, her men's underwear collection would far exceed that of her son's panty collection. "You're doing just fine Mom," he said holding her panties to her nose while staring down at his cock in her hand. Realizing that it was just a fetish that he'd, no doubt, outgrow, he looked so pathetic holding her panties in his hand while stiffing them when he could be sniffing the real thing. She wished instead of focusing on her panties, he'd focus on her pussy. She'd let him touch her and feel her if he wanted to explore her pussy. She'd let him rub her clit and finger her pussy if he had a mind to do that rather than to just sniff her panties. She lifted her nightgown higher and parted her knees wider to give her son a better view of her pussy. "You can touch me, if you'd like," she said imagining her son rubbing her clit and/or fingering her pussy while feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples with his other hand. With her husband dead for twelve, long, sexually frustrating years, it's been a long time since a man has rubbed her clit, fingered her pussy, and felt her breast and fingered her nipples. "Okay," he said putting his hand on her knee. Rolling her eyes and sighing, feeling as if she was dealing with a prepubescent teenager instead of a grown man, she wanted to grab his wrist and stick his hand in between her legs. Instead, she reached down, picked up his hand, and placed it on her breast. "There that's better," she said looking at her son who was now wide eyed while she still stroked him. She felt his cock pulsate and she thought he was going to cum with her doing just that, slowly stroking him while allowing him to feel her breasts. "You have nice breasts," he said cupping her breast through her nightgown while not moving his hand from where she placed it. The warmth of his hand felt good on her breast but she wished he'd do more than just leave his hand in place. She wished he'd move his hand around. She wished he'd feel both of her breasts, fondle her breasts, squeeze her breasts, and finger her nipples through her nightgown. "You can move your hand around," she said. "Like this," she said taking his hand in hers and moving his palm across her nipples while squeezing his hand for his fingers to squeeze her breast. "I like feeling your tits," he said staring at the impressions her breasts and her nipples made in her nightgown without looking up at her. He seemed content staring at his cock in her hand while she stroked him. Then, when his hand still remained in place again, and with him acting as if he was afraid to touch her, she removed her nightgown straps and allowed her nightgown to fall to her waist. She was topless now. If she thought she was sexually excited before showing her son her naked body while dancing in the bathroom as he watched her from the darkened stairs, she was really excited now. "There. That's better, isn't it? You feel my tits while I stroke your penis," she said holding his cock tighter while stroking his prick faster again. "Mom," he said staring at and talking to her tits. Reaching up with one hand, as if her breasts were breakable, he lightly touched one of her breasts before touching the other. "You're so beautiful. You're so sexy." "Touch me," she said. "Finger my nipples. You may even suck my tits while I stroke your cock. It's okay. I don't mind. I'd like for you to suck my nipples while I masturbate you." He sat up to take his mother's tits in his mouth, first one and then the other while she stroked him faster and harder. Sucking her breasts while feeling her breasts and fondling her breasts, he fingered her nipples. As if he was living out his sexual fantasy, he had his wicked way with his mother's tits with one hand while holding her panties to his nose with his other hand and sniffing them. "Oh, my God," he said. "What?" She stopped stroking him. "What's wrong?" "I can't believe this is happening. I've never been as sexually excited as I am now. I'm going to cum. I need a tissue," he said. "Hurry." "Don't cum. Not yet. Hold back," she said stroking him really slow. "Hold. Think of something, anything. Think of baseball. Think of holding my bra instead of sniffing my panties." Not wanting to get him too sexually excited too soon, she stopped stroking him. The last thing she wanted was for him to prematurely ejaculate. Under the guise and the pretense that she was saving her son from himself, she was having fun masturbating him and she didn't want her sexual fun to prematurely end. "Oh, my God, I can't hold back. I'm going to cum," he said. "Give me that," she said taking her panties away from him and tossing them on the floor beside his bed. "Control yourself. You must learn to delay your ejaculation for the pleasure of the woman first," she said. She remembered her deceased husband climbing on top of her, fucking her, cumming, and climbing off of her to go to sleep without caring if she had an orgasm or was remotely sexually satisfied. "Okay, I'll try to delay my cumming," he said. As if preferring to cum in his mother's panties instead of creaming her hand, he grabbed for her panties again. When he was about to cover his cock with her panties and cum in her panties, Brenda did something she wanted to do for years. She covered his cock with her mouth. Afraid to do something like this before, but with her sisters, Carol and Kathy having already done the same with their sons, and her mother having already done this many times to her brother, she leaned down and took her son in her mouth. With her hand around his stiff prick, she continued stroking him while sucking him. She couldn't believe she had her son's cock in her mouth and by the sexually excited look on his face, he couldn't believe it either. Had it not been for the suggestion and the sexual encouragement from her mother, so turned off and disgusted by incest before, she never would have done anything like this. Had her sisters and her best friend not done as much if not more with their sons, she would never be giving Mark a blowjob now. Twirling her tongue around his cock as if he was a man who just bought her a lavish dinner resplendent with champagne and a diamond necklace for dessert, she was sucking him now, really sucking him. Knowing he'd be in his room masturbating, which he always does before going to bed, when she first entered his room, she figured she'd give him a hand job. Surprising even herself, she didn't think she'd blow him. Yet, once she started stroking him and once he started feeling her tits, fingering her nipples, and sucking her nipples, she was in the mood to suck him. No doubt, she wanted to suck her son as much as he wanted his mother to suck him. "Cum Mark. Cum. Cum for Mommy. Cum in Mommy's mouth," she said removing his cock to speak. Taking his cock in her mouth again, she stroked him while sucking him as he felt and fondled her breasts while fingering her nipples. "Oh, my God, Mom," he said putting a gentle hand to the back of her head while humping her mouth and fucking her face. As if his mother was one of the hookers that he paid to have sex with, he unloaded a huge volume of cum in his mothers' mouth and he watched her swallow. Definitely not a spitter, instead of reacting unfavorably to her son cumming in her mouth, she relished it. She savored his cum and delighted in her son cumming in her mouth as the ultimate compliment. How better for a mother to show her son how much she loved him than for her to blow him? How better for a son to show how much he loved his mother by reciprocating her sexual passion and cumming in her mouth? "I just wanted to show you what you can expect at the Nude Day party from me, as well as your aunts, my friend, Christine, and your grandmother," she said giving him a kiss on the lips before standing up to leave his room. "Oh wow," he said. "I'd love for my aunts to give me sex too. I'd love to see your twin sister on her knees and sucking me in the way you just did. I'd love for grandma to give me sex too. And I'd love to see, touch, feel, and suck Christine's big tits." "Calm down," she said with a laugh. "Maybe if you're good, they'll all give you their panties to sniff," she said. "I'd like that," he said. To be continued... Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #13 There are no underage characters in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old. Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #13 Jennifer has her wicked incestuous, sexual way with her son. Even with her living on the planet for 44 years, and even liking who she is as a person, Jennifer thought she knew herself by now. Having experienced these inappropriate, incestuous feelings before, albeit more so recently, it's always so oddly strange how she was so determined and so sexually excited about going through with her devious, incestuous plan one minute but not the next. When she was thinking about having sex with her son last night while masturbating herself, unable to suppress her lust for her son, which she has successfully done many times before, she was ready to go through with having sex with her son this morning. Yet, now that the morning is here, she's having second thoughts. In the heat of her sexual passion last night while masturbating herself, she thought it was a good idea to have sex with her son, Robert, this morning. While feeling her breasts, fingering her nipples, rubbing her clit, and pleasuring herself with her vibrator and dildo, she couldn't help but think of Robert naked and touching her, licking her, and fucking her. With her feeling horny already, it excited her more to think of having sex with his naked body while pleasuring herself to an orgasm. Yet, even after giving herself an orgasm, when she could more clearly see things after climaxing, she still thought having sex with Robert this morning was a good idea. Drifting off, she fell asleep with the sexual fantasy of having sex with her son. Playing out in her head in her sexy dreams, even though her dreams were still so fresh in her mind when she awakened, instead of opening her eyes feeling horny, she awakened feeling guilty by the lurid thoughts of having sex with her son. She felt like an incestuous slut. Now, in the bright light of the morning, with her horniness somewhat sated and her incestuous desire abated after masturbating herself and climaxing, Jennifer had second thoughts about going through with what she dreamt and fantasized of doing with her son. Even though he's already massaged her nearly naked body, how could she continue this lunacy by having not accidental sex, as her mother suggested, but planned sex with him? Even though she's massaged his nearly naked body, it was time to put a stop to this sexual strategy for the sake of saving her son from drinking and whoring. Even though she masturbated him and allowed him to cum all over her tits, that was then and this is now. Stronger in mind than in body, she knew that if she saw him naked and if he saw her naked, that she'd lose all defenses. She knew if she stepped in the shower with him as she had fantasized of doing last night, that she'd suck him and fuck him. Instead of being sexually attracted to her son, what she felt now were more normal feelings that a mother has and should have for her son. What she felt now weren't sexual feelings. What she felt now diluted her sexual excitement and interrupted her feelings of her incestuous connection with her son. Instead of feeling the sexual excitement this morning that she felt last night, she felt guilt that she'd think of her son in such a forbidden, sexual way. What kind of mother is she to want to have sex with her son? Yet, more than her wanting him, it wasn't just up to her to want to have sex with her son. Two needed to play this incestuous game. What if he rejected her and didn't want to have sex with her? What if when she was ready to submit to her son, she couldn't go through with it? Now with the darkness of night allowing the light of day to reflect her image in her mirror, instead of horniness, she felt shame for the incestuous feelings that she, as a mother, felt for her son. How dare she? How could she go through with his even under the pretense that she was saving him from himself? In the way she would have looked at her son before her mother had suggested she, her sisters, and their childhood friend have incestuous sex with their sons, what if he looked at her with contempt. When she offered him her body, what if he looked at her with hatred instead of with love and shame instead of lust? A mother inappropriately lusting over her son, what if he looked at her with pitiful sorrow instead of sexual arousal? Now, instead of wanting to have sex with her son, with her guilty conscience getting in the way of going through with it, she already felt remorse for having misplaced sexual feelings for her son under the pretense of saving him from himself. The realization of what she thought she was doing for him and what she deemed was a sacrifice on her part, made her wonder if what she was doing was for her own sexual satisfaction and not for his personal salvation. With her becoming just as bad as her mother, an incestuous slut, she questioned how any mother could have sex with their son for any reason. Only torn by her guilt and twisted by her lust, if she didn't have sex with him and if he was killed in a car accident or killed someone else while driving drunk, she'd feel responsible. She'd feel that she could have prevented it, if only she gave him what her mother told her to give him, incestuous sex, everything would be okay. * * * * * While imagining him naked and in readiness to take a shower, she stood by the bathroom door and listened. With her heart filled with lust and her head filled with voices, what she heard was just as emotionally disturbing as it was sexually exciting. With an Angel on her right shoulder, she listened to her conscious telling her not to do what she was about to do. With the Devil on her left shoulder, she listened to her libido telling her to walk through yet another incestuous door and have sex with her son as she did the night before. As if her mother was standing there beside her, she heard her Mother's voice in her head telling her that what she was about to do was the right thing to do. She heard her sisters voices all in agreement that this madness and incestuous method is not only the only way but also the best way to save their sons from killing themselves and/or from killing others while driving drunk. When she put what she was about to do in that justifiable perspective and in that pretense of twisted commonsense, of a mother saving her son, how could she not do what she was about to do? It wasn't about incestuous sex after all or was it? Deceiving herself that she was thinking more of her son's safety that she was about her horniness and sexual frustration, so long as she continued fooling herself that she was doing the right thing, she was okay with having sex with her son. Taking her hesitating in her self-righteous a step further by invoking her religion, she listened to all of those voices in her head from the Catholic Church. Because Carol always wore her rosary beads around her neck and was quick to fall to her knees to pray, all of her sisters, her mother, and even her childhood friend thought that Carol was the religious one. Conversely, because Jennifer enjoyed wearing sexy clothes, and was quick to fall to her knees to suck cock when she was younger and dumber, they thought that she was the wildest one. Surely not the moral or the most modest one, yet she was cursed with the voice of reason. If God was alive, he'd command her not to have sex with her son. Yet the Bible and literature is filled with incestuous passages of mothers having sex with their sons, brothers having sex with their sisters, and fathers having sex with their daughters. Using all that she read about incest as her justification to have sex with her son, nonetheless just because the words were written in the Bible and throughout literature doesn't necessarily make what was written true and what she was about to do right. Conversely, just because the word incest was writtens enacted by old, white men that told her that what she was about to do was illegal, doesn't necessarily make what she was about to do in her eyes and in her son's eyes wrong. Just because she found some sexual satisfaction, a side benefit to saving her son while abating her sexual frustration, killing two birds with one stone, what's so wrong with that? From the Catholic Nuns in Parochial School, to the Catholic priests giving their lecture of right and wrong in Mass before passing judgment on her in the confessional, she was so confused. Obviously tempted by the Devil, if she proceeded and continued in having sex with her son, deemed to have sinned, she'd be damned to go to Hell and doomed to burn in Hell's fires forever. An internal struggle of right and wrong that had no clear answers albeit that trumped all arguments when her son's life was in jeopardy, the safety of her son is what drove her to continue down the Devil's slippery slope. A criminal offense in most states and a crime in most countries, if only her parishioners in church knew what she was about to do for the sake of her son. Even if they knew, she'd still turn a deaf ear along with her sexy shoulder from them all telling her that what she was about to do was not only wrong but also a sin. A sin? How dare anyone come into her personal, private life to judge her? Why should it be a sin for a mother to do everything in her power to save her son, even if that meant damning herself by giving her son sex? Putting her son over her God, her religion, and the law, she'd rather be a sinner and a criminal than to be a grieving mother standing over her son's grave. With him on his way to being dead or in jail, she'd rather be a sinner and a criminal than to be without her son. She'd rather be excommunicated and arrested than for her son to be dead. A sin? Kettle black. She found it odd that those who pointed their judgmental fingers at her the most for having sex with her son, Catholic Priests and Nuns, don't have any children themselves. How could they possibly know what she's feeling after losing her drunken, whoring husband in a fire that was obviously set by the Devil himself? How could they possibly feel what she feels as Robert's mother now with a conscious choice to save him or to let him go? She found it odd that the priests and nuns who questioned her morality have sex with one another and with their parishioners when not verbally, emotionally, and sexually abusing children. How dare they cast their holier than thou light on her when they are the ones who should be looking in the mirror? If she was still friendly with her girlfriends, with them going about their little lives with their husbands, she could just hear their voices whispering between one another that she had sex with her son. Getting up on their high horses to voice their outrage with their disapproval, if she hadn't already lost her husband in a fire and was still friendly with them, she'd be an outcast in their narrow minded, little community of hypocrites. Even though her reasons for having sex with her son were justifiably valid in her mind, her ex-friends would never understand her decision to have incestuous sex with her son. They'd be just as bad if not worse in their judgment of her than would the Catholic Church. Even though they'd all publicly shame her, deep down inside, they'd all wish that they were the ones having sex with their sons. They'd all wish they were the ones sucking and fucking their sons while their husbands cheated on them with hookers and strippers. How dare they shame her? How dare they judge her? How dare they all forsake her in her time of need after her husband died by not visiting her and not even calling her to ask how she was doing? If they walked a mile in her shoes, with her son following the same destructive path of his father, they'll all do the same thing that she was thinking about doing now. She could hear the voice of her dead husband lambasting her for having sex with her son. Yet, with him unable to justify his infidelity, it's not okay that he had sex outside of his marriage. It's not okay that he had sex with multiple, young women nearly half his age. It's not okay that he had sex with hookers and strippers. With his voice haunting her even from the grave, what right does he have to judge her, especially now that he's dead? Dead, dead, dead, he may continue to haunt her, especially after she decides to have sex with her son, but he can't stop her from having sex with her son. How dare he haunt her with his new found morality because she was the one having sex and not him? Surely, if they had a daughter, her deceased husband would be having sex with her too. She could hear the voice of her psychiatrist telling her that the real reason why she had sex with her son was not to save her son but to pleasure herself. She could hear the voice of her psychiatrist telling her that the real reason why she was having sex with her son was to get back at her mother, her father, and/or her husband. Oh, give me a break. What does he know about a mother's love for her son with him sitting in his leather chair with books lining the bookcases behind him that he doesn't read while staring at his fish tank filled with tropical fish? With him being human and having needs and desires too, who the Hell is he to analyze her? Freely admitted by other psychiatrists, psychiatrists are the craziest people on the planet. With him thinking so very much about sex and with his psychological analyses always going back to mother and son sexual relationships, Sigmund Freud was the biggest pervert on the planet when he was alive. Otherwise, if he wasn't sexually twisted, he'd never focus so much of his energy on incestuous sex, on mother and son sexual relationships, on father and daughter sexual relationships, and on brother and sister sexual relationships. As if he was psychologically analyzing her along with everyone else in her life, she could just hear his voice now. "Tell me, how did you get along with your mother?" "My mother? What does me having sex with my son have to do with my mother?" "There's always a connection back to your mother," she imagined Dr. Freud saying. "Please answer the question. How did you get along with your mother?" "I never got along with my mother. From the mailman, to UPS man, to the FedEx man to the pizza delivery man, she was a selfish bitch more concerned about having sex with men outside of her marriage than in caring for us. Then with all of them having their sexual way with my mother, she had sex with whoever came to the door. There were the Fuller Brush man, the Encyclopedia Britannica man, the aluminum siding man, a Jehovah's Witness, and who knows who else. When she wasn't around, we took care of one another with the elder sisters helping the younger sisters," she imagined saying as if she was really talking to Dr. Sigmund Freud. "I see," she imagined him saying while writing his notes. "Tell me, how did you get along with your father?" "Which father? My biological father or my pretend father? My biological father drove a UPS truck. My real father was killed in a fire along with my husband, my four sister's husbands, and my childhood friend's husband, while drunk and having sex with hookers and strippers," she imagined saying to Freud. "I see," she imagined him saying while writing his notes. "Tell me, have you ever had sexual thoughts for you son?" "I never had sexual thoughts for my son until my mother confessed that she was having sex with her son, my brother. She told my sisters and me that we could safely keep out sons away from drinking and whoring by having sex with them," she said wondering what Sigmund Freud's response would be to that bit of convoluted logic. "I see," she imagined him saying while writing his notes. "Tell me, is this what drove you to having sex with your son?" "Yes. We wanted to keep our sons safe by giving them something else to busy themselves with other than drinking, chasing women, and driving drunk," she said. It was then that she realized that her pretense of having sex with her son wouldn't pass the litmus test when analyzed under the scrutiny of the great, late, Dr. Sigmund Freud. "I see," she imagined him saying while writing his notes. "Tell me, what you feel when you think about your son?" "I feel love. I feel the way that any mother would feel about her son. Only, my loving feelings are turned and twisted by sex," she imagined saying. "I see," she imagined him saying while writing his notes. "Do you feel sexual excitement?" "Along with a mother's love for her son, yes I feel sexual excitement. I feel lust and passion. I have a deep rooted need to suck and fuck my son while thinking about him licking and fucking me," she imagined saying to the doctor. "I see," she imagined him saying while writing his notes. "Do you feel guilt, embarrassment, humiliation, shame and/or remorse? Do you feel good about what you sexually did with your son or do you feel bad? If you had the opportunity to change what you did, would you do the same thing and have sex with your son again?" Choosing not to answer any of those questions in her head, ready to do the dirty deed, instead she put her hand to the bathroom doorknob. * * * * * Going where no mother should ever go with her son, she was about to do what no adult mother should do with her adult son. It was one thing for her son to give her son a massage, but it was quite another thing for her to give her son a massage with a happy ending. Now taking her incestuous lust for her son a step further, she was about to take a giant leap beyond what was even acceptable in an incestuous relationship. What was supposed to look more accidental than blatantly obvious, now with no mistaking her intension, she was going to step in the shower with him. Putting her trust in how her son would react to seeing his mother completely naked and there in the shower with him, she was going to take a shower with him. Yet, more than just taking a shower with her son, she was going to have sex with her son. While touching him, feeling him, licking him, and sucking him everywhere, she was going to make sure that he was squeaky clean. Not only using her hands but also her mouth and her tongue, she was going to wash his dirty, naked body. Making him a mother and son memory, she was going to give him a sexy shower that he's never had before and may never have again. Standing outside the bathroom door, she felt, fondled, and squeezed her breasts and fingered her nipples through her clothes while thinking of her son naked. While imagining her reaction to seeing him naked, she touched herself with the thoughts of her touching, feeling, stroking, sucking, and fucking him. While imagining his reaction to him seeing her naked, she touched herself with the thoughts of him touching, feeling, fingering, licking, and fucking her. Reaching inside of her blouse and inside of her bra, she fondled her breasts while fingering her nipples. Then, reaching down and inside of her pants, she rubbed her clit and fingered her pussy with the heated thoughts of having incestuous sex with her son. She listened through the bathroom door to the rustle of him removing his clothes while waiting for her son, Robert, to strip naked before she stripped herself naked too. With the closed bathroom door as her perceived incestuous line to cross, she waited until she heard the water running and him in the shower before she silently and slowly turned the doorknob. She waited until she heard the radio playing and him singing before she silently opened the bathroom door and quickly closed it behind her. With the steam from the shower her cover, as if she was a female vampire suddenly materializing from out of the shadows, she knew that she could see more of him through the foggy glass shower enclosure than he could see of her. Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #13 As if he was an exhibitionist and she was a voyeur, she could see him enough of him through the steamy glass. He was washing himself, something she'd love to do. As if he was an actor in a CFNM play, and she was a MILF of a cougar from the audience, a sexy sight to see, she stood to the side and by the sink while watching him soap up his magnificent body. Scrubbing and bubbling him while not missing a spot, she couldn't wait to slowly rub soap all over his naked body. Making sure he touched her here, there, and everywhere, she couldn't wait for him to slowly and methodically rub soap all over her naked body too. She was so very dirty and he needed to take his time in really scrubbing her everywhere to get her clean. Stroking him, sucking him, and fucking him, she couldn't wait to give her son sex in the shower. Something her husband never wanted to do with her, she wondered if her son would be more adventurous to push her up against the wet, tile shower wall and fuck her. She wondered if he'd bend her over the sink and pound her warm, wet pussy from behind. With her husband not adventurous enough to have sex in public with her but plenty adventurous enough to have sex with hookers and strippers, she wondered if her son would have sex in public with her. She wondered as if they were outside having public sex, in a park or on a beach, if he'd flatten out a towel down on the bathroom floor and take her right there. Ignoring all of the voices in her head whether pro or con, she took a big breath and summoned the outrageous courage to brazenly open the shower door and stepped inside. Bad enough she had sex with him under the pretense of him giving her a massage and she reciprocating by giving him a massage albeit a massage with a happy ending, feeling so very sexually excited before, now she felt so wicked. Now instead of feeling nervously guilty, she felt seductively sexy. Not even trying to make her incestuous, sexual advances accidental and with no way that she could make her incestuous, sexual advances accidental any longer, she stepped in the shower. As soon as she opened his shower door and stepped inside, she felt like the incestuous slut of a mother that she was. As soon as she gave in to her horniness and lustfulness, she felt like her mother. "Mom," he said opening his eyes. With her full C cup breasts, her areolas, and her erect, brown nipples, fully exposed, he stared at her as if he had never seen a naked woman before. Even though he saw a good part of her nearly naked body when he was massaging her, he stared at her as if this was the first time he saw her naked. Instead of rejecting her as she feared he would, he stared at her as if he really wanted her. He stared at her as if this was as much his sexual fantasy as it was her sexual fantasy. As if he wasn't her son but her boyfriend, he gave her a sexy look that she hadn't received in forever and she returned his sexy look as if she wasn't his mother but his lover. As if watching a live version of Pinocchio but without all of the puppet strings and the telling of lies, and with his cock his sexual temperature gauge and with that growing longer instead of his nose, she stared at him while watching his penis hardened. As if he was a big slab of meat for sale at the supermarket, she viewed him as if he was a fine piece of filet mignon. From his toes to his nose while pausing to stare at his cock in between, she stared at him while looking at every inch of his naked body. She's always had that sexually arousing effect on men and she was glad that she still inspired that kind of sexual desire when she watched his cock stiffen. With no denying that he wasn't sexually attracted to her, the proof of his obvious sexual arousal was in his erection. "Would you like me to lather your body?" She stared at his cock while waiting for him to answer. "Yes, I'd like that very much Mom," he said handing her the bar of soap. She looked at him as if he was a man picking her up in a bar. "Only, don't call me Mom," she said looking in his brown eyes. "Call me Jennifer, Jen, or Jenny. As if we're doing something wrong, with the both of us standing here naked and with you calling me Mom makes me feel dirty," she said smiling at him while leaning into him to give him a kiss on the lips. "How can something so good be so dirty?" He returned her smile. "There isn't," she said, "especially when doing this for all the right reasons." "And what are those reasons?" He stared at her with curiosity. "To give you sexual pleasure and for you to give me sexual pleasure," she said instead of telling the real reason was to entice him to stay home and keep him safe from drinking and whoring. "There's nothing wrong with getting down and dirty, Jen," he said returning her kiss while fully embracing their incestuous relationship. "You're so dirty, so very dirty," she said soaping up his chest, his stomach, his cock, and his balls before reaching around him to soap his ass. With his cock nearly poking her in her eye and in her mouth, she squatted to soap his feet and his legs. When she stood to hand the soap to her son, she kissed him and he returned her kiss. Kissing and kissing one another, his hands were all over his mother's naked body while he touched her, felt her, and soaped her. Washing one another clean, they rinsed the soap off of their bodies before he took his mother in his arms and kissed her as if he was a newlywed on their Honeymoon. He pushed her up against the wet, tile wall and they kissed and kissed as if they were hormonal teenagers instead of blood related adults. Not wanting to miss taking advantage of him in this magical moment, she pushed down on his shoulders as her subtle hint that she wanted him to enter her first with his finger and tongue before penetrating her with his cock. She watched him lower himself to his knees before feeling his fingers rubbing her clit and fingering her hole while feeling his tongue licking her pussy. Her son was eating her pussy. She couldn't believe her son was eating her pussy. Glad that she finally listened to her mother for once, she was glad that she was not only saving her son from himself but also was ecstatic that she was finally having orgasmic sex. Blood related or not, it's been a long time since she's had sex with anyone other than with herself. Feeling the warmth of an all too fast orgasm, with her hips angled forward, she fell back to the corner of the shower and away from the spray of water that hit her son's back as if they were having sex beneath a waterfall. As soon as she tightened her legs and let out a gasp of delight to let her son know that he made her cum, he stood to meet her lips and kissed her. Kissing and kissing one another as if they were lovers instead of mother and son, when she received a gentle push on her shoulder, she reciprocated him giving her oral pleasure by lowering herself to her knees to give him oral pleasure. Taking his cock in her hand, she stroked him to a harder erection before taking him in her mouth. Something she refused to do before when she was giving him a massage and he asked her to suck him, she willingly sucked him now. Stroking him faster while sucking him deeper, by the look on his face, she was giving him the blowjob of his life. With the timing not right before, needing to take a smaller step in masturbating him first, she was ready to take a giant leap now in sucking his cock before fucking him. With his cock as hard as it was going to be, she needed him to ram his big, stiff prick in her warm, wet pussy. The warm water pulsated on her back felt as if she was having a Jacuzzi water massage. She tightened her grip on his cock with her hand and with her lips before slowly and seductively cupping his balls. Now sucking him deeper while stroking him faster, she stopped before he got too sexually excited. Forsaking sucking him now to suck him later, she wanted, she needed, and she had to feel him inside of her. She always wanted to have sex in the shower and finally she was, albeit with her son instead of with her husband. As soon as she stood, he turned her and pushed her up against the shower wall and kissed her while dry humping her. Making sure that he could fill her with all of his cock, bracing herself against the wall, she lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist while reaching down to position his cock by her pussy. She was so wet and if the water was a magic glue that bonded them together, he was tightly inside of her. A son's hairy, hard cock inside of a mother's warm, wet pussy, incestuous sex doesn't get any more erotic than this. She was so ready and as if he was filling all of her sexual needs while filling her pussy, she was doing her duty as a loving mother by distracting him with incestuous sex to keep him home safe and alive. Humping her harder while humping her faster, he held her as tight as if he did at his father's funeral. Twelve years later, never did she expect that she'd be having sex with her 23-year-old son. She fucked her son as if she was saying fuck you to everyone. She fucked her son as if she was saying fuck you to Puritanical Society as a whole. As if saying fuck you all to her ex-girlfriends, to the Catholic Church, to the priests, to the nuns, to her parishioners, to the law against incest, to her psychiatrist, especially to Dr. Sigmund Freud, she embraced her son with glee that she was saving him. To be continued... Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #14 There are no underage characters in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old. Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #14 Mistress Carol shows her son, Tom, who wears the pants in the family. 'Don't touch me! How dare you touch me? Don't you ever touch me in a sexual way without my expressed permission," she said while looking at him with the sternness of a mean teacher. Not allowing him to get away with groping her, she didn't let it go. 'Sorry,' she imagined him saying while obviously confused by her Dr. Jeckyl, Mr. Hide, and Sybil type personality. 'Sorry isn't good enough,' she imagined saying to her son, Tom, while pinching his nipples hard enough for him to fall to his knees. 'You need to be punished,' she thought while imagining cracking her whip with a loud snap across his naked ass. 'Not good enough?' She imagined him looking at her with a face full of confusion. 'What do you mean?' 'You need to be disciplined,' she imagined saying with confidence while erecting herself to her full 5'9" posture without heels and over 6' with heels. 'Disciplined? I'm not a child mother,' she imagined him saying. 'It's Mistress Carol to you and not mother,' she imagined saying. 'Mistress Carol?' 'Obviously you need me to show you how a man must treat a woman,' imagined Carol saying without verbalizing any of what she was thinking but always wishing that she could. * * * * * A Domme trapped in a daughter/sister/mother's body, it was time that she emerged as if a black, widow spider albeit in leather weaving a web. Now was the time to remove and distance herself from her assumed role to become who she needed and always wanted to be. Wanting to be touched and needing to be felt, of course, especially sexually, but only when she was in the mood to be touched and felt. She used to fantasize about punishing and disciplining her husband for touching her in a sexual way. If only she could back then, she would. She would have loved to have had more control over her deceased husband. With a collar around his neck, she would have loved to have led him around on a leash as if he was a dog and she was his Mistress. Yet, she was just another woman in a man's world. Unless she was a professional Dominatrix with paying clients, men who wanted her to order them, discipline them, punish them, and control them, she'd never know what it felt like to exert that kind of power and control over a man. Oh, if only she was a professional Dominatrix, she'd show men a thing or two about how they all needed to be punished, disciplined, and so controlled. Only and realistically, how many men would allow their wives to punish them and discipline them for touching them in a sexual way? How many women would want to punish and discipline their husbands and/or their boyfriends for touching them in a sexual way? Not every woman has the need in them to so control men. Not every woman wants the responsibility of control over men when assuming the role of Dominatrix. Yet, now that her husband was no longer alive, now that her son was an adult, and now that she's already had incestuous sex with her son, she was finally free to do whatever she wanted sexually albeit with her limited audience of one man. Being that she was just now beginning a sexual relationship with her son, Tom, as if he was a puppy and a dirty dog, this may be a good time to train him in not only how to treat her but also in how to treat his lover, even if his lover is presently his mother. With him ripe for the submissive role and her taking the dominant part, after she sexually teased him by flashing him her pussy and tits, before she sucked his cock, she wondered how her son would react to her saying such things to him about domination and discipline. With him the weak one and her the strong one, she wondered what his reaction would be to him playing the submissive role and her playing the part of the aggressor. Now that she received in the mail all that she needed to play her role as his Domme, she was excited to wear it. Fantasizing that he'd approve, she wondered what her son's reaction would be to seeing her in the outfit she bought online for such an auspicious occasion of training him to be her sexual slave. If only he knew what she was thinking, she wondered what he'd say. Obviously what he thought he was buying into by having incestuous sex with his mother was so much more than that. If only he knew what he was getting into, he may have declined her his help to show her how to do sit ups. Obviously for him to have sex with his mother, he had no idea that she had control, discipline, and punishment issues. Now with her in charge, he was her obedient servant and soon to be her submissive, sexual slave. As if she was a spider and he was a dumb fly, she had him trapped in her web and all she had to do was to suck the juice right out of his prick for him to be her Domme/sub playtime, sexual victim. If only if he knew what she was really like sexually, she wondered if he'd still want to have sex with her. If only he knew the passion she had inside of her to control, discipline, and punish men, he should be afraid. Unless, unlike his father, maybe he'd be open to the idea of being disciplined and punished. Unlike his father, just as she had the need to control men, he had the need to be so controlled. Only, she'd never hurt him. He was her son and she loved him. She just needed him to obey her, especially when it came to him drinking and whoring. Wouldn't he be shocked if he knew his mother was a want-to-be Domme finally getting to practice her craft on him before practicing her craft on others as a professional Dominatrix? * * * * * When her mother came up with the idea of her, her sisters, and her childhood friend having incestuous sex with their sons, she acted disgusted by the prospect of having sex with her own son. With her mother giving her the reason to have sex with her son, if only her sisters all knew how sexually aroused she was with the thought of not only crossing the incestuous line but also embracing incest and making it part of her life, they'd all be shocked. Yet, even though she feigned her outrage at the mere thought of having incestuous sex with her son, she couldn't wait to have incestuous sex with her son. Her means to an end, more than having incestuous sex was the thought of finally having physical, emotional, and sexual control over a man and that man was her son. It was such a perfect plan. What she would do for her son in saving him, he would do for her in allowing her to live her life as a Domme controlling him. With her son being such a bad man with his drinking, whoring, and total disregard and disrespect for her, he needed to be punished. With him out of control with alcohol, strippers, and hookers, he needed to be disciplined. Who better to punish and discipline her son than his mother? Wouldn't he be surprised to discover that his mother is a Domme? It is what it is and life's a bitch when what comes around goes around. What she was unable to do with her husband, she could now do with her son. Just by allowing him to see her pussy and tits and just by giving him a blowjob, she was already in control of him, albeit in sexual control of him. Now that he's interested, the rest, the teasing and training of him would be easy. More than merely controlling him sexually, she's been going through his closets lately and now she knows the real truth about him. She knows that he's a really bad man, a man who deserves to be punished, discipline, and controlled. Against her expressed wishes, a violation of her rules, in utter disregard and in total disrespect of her, and too lazy to switch them over from the hangers he gets at the dry cleaners, he's been hanging his clothes on wire hangers instead of wooden ones. When she saw all of the wire hangers in his closet, she couldn't believe her eyes. Even after she told him and retold him not to use wire hangers, he still uses them. He disobeyed her. How dare he? How many times must she tell him not to use wire hangers? How many wooden hangers must she buy him before he uses them? How dare he disobey her even with such a little thing as using wire hangers? Perhaps nitpicking but an important issue to her, she suddenly felt a little bit like Faye Dunnaway when she played Joan Crawford in Mommie Dearest. With him not cleaning his room, taking out the trash, and sleeping late, she had a lot of pet peeves to satisfy with her son now perceived as her sub and with her taking on the dominant role as his Domme. Oh, yeah, she'll fix his ass. Now that she was the Domme in control of her son, done with being the nice Mom, with her assuming the role as Mistress Carol, the party is over. As soon as she returned home from Audrey's house after discussing what to do with their sons, excited by the thought of having sex with her son, Carol was already online shopping for all that she needed to play her dominant Domme role. After she ordered all that she needed to assume her new identity for her to play her sexual role and reign in her powerful position over her son, she masturbated herself while imagining dominating him. While pulling and twisting her nipples, she fingered her pussy with the thoughts of finally regaining control of him by teasing him with the promises of sex. She imagined pulling down his pants, putting him over her knee, and spanking him when he disobeyed her and/or whenever he disrespected her. She'd love to discipline and punish her son in front of her mother, her sisters, and her best friend to show them all what she's capable of doing with a man, even her own son, especially her own son. Exposing his cock to all in the room, if he dared to get an erection, she'd punish him for that too. Excited by the prospect of finally having physical, emotional, and sexual control over a man, how deliciously perverse it would be for a mother to be in sexual control of her son. Just the mere thought of punishing him and disciplining him, sent shivers through her body that she never felt with her husband. After living for twelve, long sexually frustrating years without a man's touch sexual or otherwise, she had her son to give her what she so needed now. Alive with the thoughts of finally being in control of her sexual destiny, truth be told, she'd rather physically and emotionally control her son than to have sex with him. * * * * * Buying sexual toys, whips, paddles, handcuffs, and chains, along with sexual aids for herself, vibrators and dildos that she hasn't purchased since before her husband died, she bought a black leather outfit that fit her as if it was a second skin. It looked painted on in the way that it hugged her every curve. Such a huge sexual transformation, as if she underwent liposuction, not that she needed to undergo liposuction, the sexy getup shaped her ass, pushed up her breasts, and showed off her shapely, long legs. With the tops of her breasts exposed, showing a lot of jiggling cleavage, an understatement, the outfit made her look hot, as hot if not hotter than any professional Dominatrix. She looked as hot as she looked the last time she wore something like this when attending a Halloween masquerade swingers' party with her husband more than 15 years ago. Those were the days but abandoning her at the party, her husband latched onto younger women, women who were too young, too pretty, and too sexy to warrant anything but her jealousy, possessiveness, and anger. Unable to compete with them and satisfy her husband's sexual appetite for women nearly half his age, her swinging days were over before they even began. Rather to stay and watch him having anal sex with 18-year-old whores, she'd rather not know what her husband was doing when she wasn't with him. Even at her young age back then, she couldn't compete with younger women who were willing to do everything and anything to please a man. Against her feelings of wanting to control and dominate men, she couldn't even control and dominate her own husband. Besides, dominating men wasn't what the swinging lifestyle was about. The swinging lifestyle was more about women being submissive to men than men being submissive to women. Nonetheless, she learned some things about herself when she ventured into the swinging lifestyle albeit for a brief period of time. Young and dumb, barely 27-years-old, as a married woman with a young son, she thought her wild and crazy, sexual life was behind her. Never knowing for a second that she'd enjoy the sexual attention of other men as much as she did, she wore a revealing, Dominatrix outfit as her costume more to humor her husband that to satisfy some sexual need she had within her to control him. Yet, once she saw herself in the mirror, something miraculous happened. As if she was looking at her sexual alter ego, she was hooked by her physical, emotional, and sexual transformation. Wow, the perfect Domme, she couldn't believe how hot she looked. Suddenly feeling confidently in control, her reflection revealed who she really was, a Domme trapped in a mundane, housewife's life. She needed to divorce her husband to assume her new role. Being that was who she was, going against the grain, she couldn't allow her husband to disrespect her by allowing him the sexual pleasure of having sex with young women in front of her. Unless she was there with a collar around his neck and a leash attached to her wrist, neither being married to her husband and/or participating in the swinging lifestyle was for her. Only, the death of her husband put her plans of domination, discipline, punishment, and control on the back burner. With her the sole parent responsible for her young son's upbringing getting in the way of her plans to become a self-imposed Domme, perhaps even a professional Dominatrix, she put her feelings of control and domination aside, until now. Now that her son was sexually interested in her, she was ready to assume control of her son in the way that she was unable to assume control of her husband. * * * * * Her outfit included a low cut and form fitting attached corset, with zippers here and zippers there at the ready to expose her braless breasts, panty less pussy, and/or even her naked ass. She further looked the stereotypical part of a Dominatrix with her black, thigh high, stiletto boots and elbow length gloves. Looking much like Halley Berry as Catwoman but with white skin, blonde hair, and bigger tits or Michelle Pfeifer but without the mask and again with bigger tits, she felt sexy wearing this outfit. With this revealing, sexy attire more her style, she wished she could wear this Domme outfit every day. She wished she had a Domme outfit in different fabrics and colors for every day of the weeks. She wished she could wear this Domme uniform for the sexual pleasure of her son in the way she always wanted to wear something like this for the sexual pleasure of her husband. She wished she had the courage to wear this outfit outside when shopping at the market, going to the Post Office, or buying gas for her car. So long as she shopped at Wal-Mart, with some of the outrageous sights she's seen there while roaming the aisles, she didn't think that anyone would notice her. Actually, a good way for her to get clients and men interested in her, she'd love to walk around in public while dressed as a Dominatrix. Oh, my God, just the thought of doing something like that made her so sexually aroused. Yet, more than feeling sexually aroused, she already felt in physical, emotional, and sexual control of men. Only, wearing something like this to a Halloween costume party was one thing, but when her husband was alive, wearing this in her bedroom was expressly forbidden. He didn't want her to be the Domme with him assuming the role as the sub. He didn't want to be controlled, punished, and/or disciplined. If anyone was dishing out punishment and discipline, it would be him controlling her. With her husband much the aggressor and not into discipline, punishment, and bondage, he'd never give up the control that he had over her. Even with her riling against him and trying to take control from him, not budging an inch, he was the one who always wanted and needed to be in control. In their house, whether he knew it or not and whether she riled against it or not, he was the Dom and she was the sub. Now that he's dead and buried, she stepped in her newly assumed role not as a sub, not as a Dom, but as a Domme. * * * * * For sure, things were different at Carol's house with her 22-year-old son, Tom, than they were at Audrey's house with her 24-year-old son, Gary, or Brenda's house with her 24-year-old son, Mark, and at Jennifer's house with her 23-year-old son, Robert. With Carol the ruler of her roost and not her son, albeit even with her iron fist and her strong will, she was still unable to keep him in line with the drinking and whoring. Maybe her mother was right. Maybe incestuous sex was the only way to control him. Perhaps this sexy Dominatrix outfit was her way to keep him not only inline but also interested in her enough to keep him safely at home. Nonetheless her bitchiness and her control issues of always needing to be in charge, the one time that she sexually softened enough to enjoy herself was when she flashed her son her tits and pussy before sucking his cock. Now, somewhat regretting her decision to give him sex so soon, she may have given her son the wrong impression that she was the sub and he was the Dom when, of course, it was the other way around with her the Domme and him the sub. Oh, no, that will never work with him thinking that he's in control, especially in sexual control of his mother. With her not ready to repeat the sexual relationship that she had with her husband with her son, she needed to lay her ground rules right from the start. In the way that her husband cheated on her with younger women, she didn't want her son doing the same, at least not until she gave him her permission and her blessings for him to begin a relationship with another woman. Then and only then would she relinquish the physical, emotional, and sexual control that she hoped to have over him. In a weak moment, after she unmercifully, sexually teased him by exposing her pussy and her breasts to him, while wearing her sexy, short, low cut nightgown, under the pretense of him showing her how to do sit ups, she may have made a dreadful mistake. Disregarding her role playing as a Domme for the sake of saving her son with sex, in the way she acted that night was not the way that a typical Domme should act. Not really thinking it all through while being caught up in the sexual moment, giving up her control of him, now she was paying the price for her submissiveness. Now her son took unwelcomed liberties of touching and feeling her sexy body through her clothes. 'How dare he touch her in such a sexually disrespectful way, even if she showed him her tits and pussy and even if she sucked his cock? She'll show him. Just wait and see,' she thought while plotting her moves and planning her strategy. * * * * * Thinking that touching her, feeling her, and groping her was appropriately permissible now that she sucked his cock, assuredly it wasn't. Every time he saw her in the morning and/or passed her in the hall at night, impaling her mouth with his tongue, he greeted her with a kiss on her lips, a squeeze of her shapely, firm ass, and a feel of her big breasts. As if it was his right to do so and as if he was the designated man of the house after his father died, when she gave him the unspoken go ahead by giving him sex, his hands were all over her shapely body. Definitely, nipping this in the bud, she was determined to put a stop to him taking sexual advantage of her. Being that it's been so very long since she'd been sexually touched and felt by a man, at first she enjoyed being touched and felt up by her son. With his touch making her feel sexy before, yet when not in the mood for his sexual hanky-panky, his gropes made her feel dirty now. Just as her deceased husband used and sexually abused her at his whimsy, with him demanding his wife give him sex whenever he wanted her to give him sex, her son was already following in his footsteps by groping her whenever he felt like groping her. Truth be told, glad to be rid of her lying, cheating husband, and not eager to have another man in her life bossing her around while she waited on him and served him, she's been living her life in control of her own destiny for the past twelve years. Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #14 Yet, more than the unwelcomed touches, feels, and gropes of her son that started ever since she had sex with him, she's had no privacy. Her always on the surface feelings of being sexually used and emotionally abused with her husband were beginning to resurface now with her son. Never having to lock her doors before, she'd been locking her doors now. Whether she was in her bedroom undressing for bed or dressing for the start of her day, he'd barge in to watch her undress and/or dress. At first it was sexy fun and erotically appealing to play the incestuous, sexual games of peek-a-boo with her playing the MILF of a cougar seductress. Yet, as if he's never seen a woman in her bra and panty, topless, or naked before, he'd stare at her as if he was a sexual offender hitting the voyeuristic jackpot. In the way he stared at her, as if he was about to rape her, he made her feel so exposed that he made her feel uncomfortable. The same now happens with her in the bathroom taking a shower. Without giving her the courtesy of knocking, he feels entitled to just open the door and walk right in under the pretense that he had something so important to say that it couldn't wait until she was in her towel. In the way he leers at her, he makes her feel so naked. Sexually exciting at first for him to see her in her bra and panty, topless, and/or naked, him violating her privacy is a nuisance now. Now, when stealthily walking in the kitchen and she was standing at the sink preparing food, he surprises her by coming up behind her to hump her while rubbing his pajama clad erection against the crack of her ass through her clothes. Normally enjoying the sensation of a man dry humping her when she was in the mood, when she wasn't sexually aroused, that unwanted attention and unwelcomed sexual behavior turned her stomach. For the sake of saving her son from himself by hoping to stop him from drinking and whoring, but now exhibiting the same, bad, sexual behavior with her instead of with his whores, it was her fault for opening up this Pandora's Box. Much like father like son, maybe there was something amiss in his genetic code with him now exhibiting the same bad, sexual behavior of his father. How dare he think that he can take control of her when she was the one who was about to take control of him. If his dry humping and rubbing his cock against her ass wasn't enough, he'd reach up to caress her D cup breasts in his horny hands while fingering her big nipples. Not wanting to discourage his sexual interest in her, but rather wanting to encourage his sexual interest in her, for fear that he may return to his drinking and whoring, she endured his inappropriate feels and touches. Yet, what bothered her more than him French kissing her, squeezing her ass, dry humping her ass, and feeling her tits while fingering her nipples, was him cupping her pussy through her pants or going up her short skirt to cup her pussy through her panty. She needed to be in the mood for him to touch her there. Hardly a virgin and not anywhere near being a prude, it was the fact that he acted as if her body was his body to do whatever he wanted to do to it, whenever he wanted. Wanting to be the one in control, she didn't appreciate being so sexually assaulted and controlled first by her husband and now by her son. She didn't like the fact that he now assumed that her ass was his ass. She didn't like the fact that he now assumed that her tits were his tits. Wanting everything on her terms, she didn't like to be groped and manhandled. Truth be told, with her always wanting the attention of men, nevertheless she never liked being touched, especially touched sexually, unless she invited the man to touch her. If anyone was going to be manhandled, she'd grope and woman handle him. Woman handle? Other than in the Urban Dictionary, more evidence that it's a man's world, there's not even a word in the dictionary for woman handle, yet there's one for manhandle, of course. Now that she thinks more about it, why wouldn't he feel that he could touch and feel her anytime he wants? It was her fault that he felt that way. She sucked his cock after all, he came in her mouth, and she swallowed her own son's cum. Being that she sexually teased him before taking inappropriate liberties with his body, now it was his turn to take inappropriate liberties with her body. Only, more repulsive to her than blowing him, not that she was repulsed by that sexual act at all, she wasn't, was that he acted as if he owned her. His dominate attitude is the thing that pissed her off. She didn't like to be owned by any man. If anyone was going to own anybody, she was going to take ownership of him. He acted as if she was his bitch to do whatever he wanted to do with her. If anyone was going to be the bitch in this family, he was going to be her bitch. This was her time to wear the pants in this family. No way. This little sexual relationship wasn't going to continue under his rules. This little sexual relationship will continue under her rules or not at all. She was still his mother and even if she is an incestuous slut, she still deserves respect. He needs to back the fuck off. He needs to be taught a lesson. He needs to learn some discipline. He needs to be punished. He needs to feel the point of her high heeled boot on his balls, the heaviness of her hand across his face, and the sting of her whip across his broad back, and the feel of her paddle spanking his naked ass. * * * * * That night, no doubt hoping she was standing there in her bra and panty, topless, or naked, when he burst in her bedroom under the pretense that he had her tell her something that was so very important that it couldn't wait, she was ready for him. Dressed in her painfully tight, black leather Dominatrix outfit resplendent with thigh high, stiletto boots, elbow length gloves, and whip, she greeted him as Mistress Carol as soon as he flung open her bedroom door. Oh, yeah, giddy up, there's a new sheriff in town and this cowboy would be kowtowing to this cowgirl or else. "Mom?" "Mom? From now on I'm Mistress Carol to you," she said stiffening her posture and raising her chin. "Mistress Carol? Are you serious?" He laughed and when he did she gave him a look that would melt metal while snapping her whip against the hardwood floor. "Do you think you can just barge in my room without knocking?" She looked at him as if he wasn't her son but some strange, little, fat, bald man that she had taken on as her BDSM client. "Sorry Mom, I mean Mistress Carol," he said giving her a snide, little look. If only she had a dungeon, she'd show him. She'd chain him to the wall and leave him there after whipping him into submission. "How dare you disrespect me by looking at me in that way? Who do you think you are?" When he moved his gaze downward as if she was royalty and he was her loyal subject, her transformation of dominance was working. By the apologetic look on his face, he was already acting contrite and submissive. "Sorry." Now that she had him, she needed to turn and twist her screw of obedience with punishment, discipline, and control. "Sorry?" She stared at him as if she hated him when she loved him enough to save him from himself. "Sorry isn't good enough," she said snapping her whip in her hand as if it was a belt folded in half. Frightening him, he took a step back. "Not good enough?" He looked at her as if she was someone else who had invaded his house and took control of his mother's body. "What do you mean?" Fear replaced his look of sexual arousal when he first burst through her bedroom door without knocking no doubt with the hopes of catching her in her bra and panty, topless, or even naked. "You need to be punished for opening my bedroom door without knocking," she said pointing her whip at him. "You need to be punished for not respecting my privacy. You need to be punished for groping me whenever the Hell you feel like groping me. You need to be disciplined for still using wire hangers instead of wooden ones," she said snapping the whip against the hardwood floor hard enough to make him jump with the crack. Wishing she could have done this with her husband, she was so enjoying doing this with her son. "I promise to knock before opening your bedroom and bathroom door. I promise to respect your privacy. I'll go remove the wire hangers from my closet right now," he said turning to leave too late when the end of her whip snapped against his pajama clad ass. "Ow! Jesus Christ! That fucking really hurt," he said rubbing his buttocks. He looked at her with tears in his eyes and instead of feeling bad, she felt invigorated. Indeed, no longer his mother, she was his Domme. "Take off those pajamas," she said staring at the bulging impression his cock made in his pajama bottoms in the way that he always stared at the impressions her big nipples made in her nightgown. She looked at him with sexual arousal while he looked at her with fear. "But I'm not wearing any underwear," he said. With a toss of her head, she flicked back her long, naturally blonde hair while running a slow tongue across her red, full lips. "That's all the better," she said forsaking her whip to remove an oversized, wooden paddle from beneath her pillow. As if the paddle was a double sided mirror and she was the evil, wicked queen in Snow White, she held it up to examine both sides of it before focusing her stare to her son. 'Mirror, mirror in my hand, who's the Dominatrix Queen in all the land,' she thought to herself. "Holy shit," he said with a gulp when he saw the paddle. "Where'd you get that? Where'd you get all of these things?" Obviously approving the way his sexy mother looked in her Dominatrix outfit, he stared at her as if she was an ice cold six pack of beer on a hot day. "Silence! Drop your pajamas now," she said slapping the paddle against the palm of her hand to make a loud slapping noise. The sound of the paddle against the meat of her open hand scared him and he jumped into obedience. "Okay, okay," he said allowing his pajama bottoms to fall to his ankles. Staring at her staring at him, he stood there with his cock and testicles exposed to his mother. "Now turn around and bend over," she said. With the color draining from his face, he looked at her as if she was crazy. "Turn around? Bend over? Now wait just one minute," he said. Not allowing this long awaited moment to escape her, she took control of the situation. "Do it now!" This time obeying her, he turned around and bent at the waist while she stepped forward with her raised paddle in hand. "One for opening my bedroom door without knocking. Slap! Two for opening my bathroom door without knocking. Slap! Slap! Three for trying to French kiss me every time you see me. Slap, slap, slap! Four for squeezing my ass, groping my tits, and fingering my nipples through my clothes," she said. "Slap, slap, slap, slap!" "Ow! Fuck! Jesus fucking Christ! Holy shit! Enough. I've had enough. Okay?" Then, she leaned her arm all the way back as if she was about to pitch a fastball to home plate. "And five for cupping my pussy through my pants and cupping my pussy through my panty when going up my short skirt," she said ending his spanking. "Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! You're my little bitch now," she said. He turned to look at her with tears running down his face from fifteen whacks of her paddle. "Ow! Jesus Christ Mom, that really fucking hurt," he said rubbing his ass. As if she was the one who was just spanked with a paddle, she stared at him with anger when he voiced his complaint with foul language. "Do you want more? I can give you more whacks for using foul language in my house and in my presence," he said. Obviously biting his tongue in the way he was looking at her, he didn't further complain. "No, I've had enough," he said. Showing him no mercy, not even verbally, she didn't care that he was crying. She didn't care that she hurt him. She was in control of him now and he had better obey or he'd be punished and disciplined again. "And it's Mistress Carol and not Mom," she said with a vengeance. He looked at her with confusion. "Huh?" She looked at him in the way her husband looked at her when he wanted her not to resist but to comply. "You called me Mom again," she said spitting out the word Mom as if it was something dirty and evil. He looked at her as if she was someone else or if she was on some kind of mind altering and mood possessing drug. "I did?" Not allowing him to get away with anything, she demanded his respect. "You did." He wiped away his tears with one hand while rubbing his buttocks with the other. "Sorry Mistress Carol," he said. With him already defeated, she told him what she wanted, what she needed, and what she expected from him. "Tomorrow, I expect you up early, 7am, to make me breakfast, one egg over easy, two sausages, two pieces of toast with margarine and cherry jelly, orange juice, and coffee black no sugar," she said. He looked at her as if he was a subservient waiter taking her order instead of her son. "Sure, I can do that." She gave him a self-satisfied smile of victory. "Every day you're to make and serve me breakfast in bed," she said widening her smile. Expecting him to do so, she waited for him to protest but he didn't. "Every day? Yeah, okay. No problem," he said. She smiled without even answering him. "The trash goes out tonight," she said. He looked at her in the way that an employee looks at his boss instead of a son looking at his mother. "Okay," he said. He looked sad. He looked defeated. Yet, judging him by his emerging erection, he looked sexually excited. "And I'll be checking your closet for wire hangers later," she said giving him that self-satisfied smile again. Obviously thinking that she was kidding about the wire hangers before, he gave her a look of horror now. "I'll take care of that right now," he said stopping himself before leaving. "May I leave?" Already a loyal servant to her whimsy, he did everything but bow. "Yes, you do that but I'll be watching you," she said raising her middle and index fingers in the shape of a VEE and moving them to her eyes before moving them to him as if she was a snake ready to strike with her fangs. "Now get out of my room. I'll call you when I need you." He turned to look at her one more time. "Only..." Looking as if he had second thoughts about what he was about to say, he looked uncomfortable. "Only what?" She picked up her whip ready to use it should he disrespect her with what he was about to say. "From now on..." He looked from his mother dressed in her sexy Dominatrix outfit to look at the whip before staring at all that his mother was showing in her revealing tight, leather outfit. "From now on what?" "Will you always be dressed like that?" With his cock sticking straight out and pulsating, he stared at her in the way that he no doubt stared at strippers and hookers but never dared stare at his mother in that inappropriate, sexual way. To be continued... Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #15 There are no underage characters in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old. * All in the hope of saving her son from the Devil, Kathy contemplates the thought of willingly sacrificing her ass to her son. As if given permission to have incestuous sex with her son by her mother, Kathy felt encouraged by the honest and open dialogue and the positive feedback received from her sisters and family friend for her to continue having an incestuous, sexual relationship with her son. Only a bit different from what they all discussed, Kathy planned to take a different route in the salvation of her son, something a little kinkier. Where her sisters were giving their sons hand jobs and blowjobs while talking about having vaginal intercourse with them, instead she planned to have anal sex with her 21-year-old son, Jimmy. As if incestuous sex wasn't forbidden enough, she could only imagine how wicked she was in thinking about having deeply, penetrating, anal sex with her son. Something she'd love to do, it's one thing to give her son a hand job and/or a blowjob but, having never considered having anal sex with her son until now, she wondered if he'd want to have anal sex with her. Forgoing vaginal penetration for now, if she could pick one way to experience an orgasm, she'd love to be penetrated anally. Being that it's been so very long since she's had vaginal sex, it's been even longer since she's had anal sex. With her giving herself to her son in her hopeful attempt to save him from himself, and with her always enjoying anal sex in the past, she wanted to get something out of this forbidden, sexual arrangement too. Now thinking more about the reality of having anal sex with her son, she wondered if Jimmy could give her an orgasm while fucking her anally. Barely 18-years-old when she first had anal sex, never has she felt a more powerful and longer lasting orgasm, than the one she experienced when having regular anal sex with an old boyfriend so very long ago. Prior to her mother confessing that she was having regular sex with her son, Ralph, her brother, Kathy would have never considered having incestuous sex with her son, Jimmy. No way, totally off limits, right up there with being raped and forced to have sex with a stranger, incestuous sex was forbidden. Before her mother's sexual, incestuous confession, the mere thought of having incestuous sex with her son sickened her, as well as it should. What mother in her right mind would have incestuous sex with her son, especially anal sex, now that she's considering having anal sex with her son too? Yet, had her mother not given a convincing argument why having incestuous sex with their sons was the best way to save them from alcohol and whoring, none of her sisters and her best friend would have ever considered doing such a forbidden thing. Had her mother not already successfully tested her theory by having incestuous sex with her son, she never would have believed the premise. With her brother the only man absent from the inferno that killed her father, her brothers, and the husband of her best friend, her mother's claim that she saved her son by giving him incestuous sex proved correct. Had her mother not convinced her of having incestuous sex with her son, she never would have thought of the notion of having anal sex with her son. She blamed her son for his drinking and his whoring for forcing her to have incestuous with him, while now thinking about having anal sex with him as her way of saving him. She blamed her mother for coming up with the idea of her, her sisters, and her best friend having incestuous sex with their sons. She blamed everyone else but herself for her sexual lust in wanting to use her son to sexually satisfy her anally. If anything, she was the innocent victim going along for the ride. Yet, now that she's a passenger on this sexually twisted, express elevator ride straight to Hell, why not make the most of it by having anal sex with her son? There are lots of mother and son bonding ways she could have done with her son other than having incestuous sex with him, admittedly none of which would save him from himself. Instead of having anal sex with him, perhaps she could have gone for a ride with him to the mall to go shopping, to the cinema to see a movie, or to the beach to lay out in the hot sun. The last thing she thought she'd be doing with her son is having forbidden sex with him, never mind having anal sex with him. Yet, what disgusted her about her having incestuous sex with him before appealed to her now with the thoughts of having anal sex with him. Eating her cake while having sex with him too, with it being a very long time since anyone has fucked her in her ass, she used to enjoy having anal sex. A time just before her husband and the birth of her son, the best feeling she ever had was when her old boyfriend, a man much older than her, tossed her salad by licking her ass while fingering her pussy at the same time. Wow! She's never cummed as hard. Then, when he took her anally, thinking that it would hurt and she'd hate it, she loved it. In hindsight, had she stayed with anal sex, instead of vaginal sex, she never would have gotten pregnant. Yet, her son, the love of her life, she's glad that she had him when she did, more than twenty years ago, when she was 20-years-old. * * * * * If only her friends and other relatives knew about her, her mother, her sisters, and her best friend's inappropriate, incestuous sexual behavior with their adult sons, they'd never believe what goes on behind their closed, bedroom doors. They'd all be shocked. No doubt, they'd all disapprove, an understatement. They'd all be appalled and would look upon them as incestuous whores and their sons as degenerates. Bad enough that theses mothers are willingly having sex with their sons but, the other side of the coin, what son would willingly have sex with their mother? Which is worse and more to blame, the mother or her son? With their sons just going along for the ride, the women were all twisted to agree to this forbidden sexual arrangement under the pretense that it was okay because they were saving their sons. Now with her thinking about having anal sex with her son, even her sisters, her mother, well maybe not her mother but her best friend, may shake their heads in disbelief. If her private, sexual life was open to public speculation, discussion, and dissection, she could only imagine the public opinion of her inappropriate, incestuous, sexual behavior with her son to those who didn't understand her reason why she chose to give her son incestuous sex. Now that she was pondering the thought of giving her son anal sex, she could only imagined what they'd say. Yet, it wasn't as if she was having forbidden, incestuous sex for herself. Uh-uh, no way, it would be absurd that she was having incestuous sex with her son for herself. Oh, no. Truth be told, she was forcing herself to have incestuous sex with precious her son to save him from the Devil and from the certain, disastrous fate that drinking and whoring that befell his father, his grandfather, his uncles, and the husband of their family friend. Yeah, that's it, she kept telling herself until she really started to believe it. She wasn't having sex with her son for herself but, rather, for the salvation of him. Oh, yeah, if anything, for helping to put her son on the righteous path in the way that her mother saved her brother, Ralph, she was more of a saint and a martyr than she was an incestuous slut. Rather than damning her son, she took and put the Devil and his damnation upon her mortal soul than on her son's soul. Willing to burn in all eternity for the sake of Jimmy, she was sacrificing herself for her son. Yeah, that's it, that's her story and she's sticking to it. Believing that she was saving her son, she felt better about the idea of wanting to anally fuck her son with that self-justification in mind. From the lips of her mother, her defense, she had what she thought was a bulletproof argument that would stand up in any court of law should she be found out and arrested for having incestuous sex with her son, especially anal sex. Her defense was that she wasn't having incestuous, anal sex with her son, not really, she was just saving her son from himself. Yet, truth be told, with guilt and remorse getting in the way of her truly believing that defense enough to enjoy herself and having a good sexual time with her son, how dare she have incestuous sex, especially anal sex, with her son? Nonetheless her guilt and remorse for having incestuous sex with her son, she not only wanted to continue this lunacy of sexual depravity but also she wanted to heighten the immoral degeneracy. Going way beyond normalcy to wickedness, she wanted to have anal sex with him now. Hoping that he'd want to do her too, she couldn't wait to have anal sex with her son. With him already having sodomized her orally, if that wasn't enough, a mother sucking her son, now she wanted her son to sodomize her anally. Not bad enough that she took her son's cock in her mouth and sucked him until he ejaculated in her mouth, now she wanted and needed to feel her son's cock fucking her from behind in her culo. Yet, as if she wasn't wicked enough sucking his cock, allowing him to cum in her mouth, and her swallowing his cum, how dare she now consider having anal sex with her son too? For sure, even more sexually twisted than her mother, her four sisters, and her childhood best friend, bad enough they were all having incestuous sex with their sons, but what mother would allow her son to fuck her in her ass? * * * * * She could just see herself sitting on Jerry Springer with her four sisters, her mother, her best friend, and their seven sons while trying to explain why they were all having incestuous sex with one another. "So, lemme get this straight," she imagined self-righteously, judgmental Jerry Springer interrogating her and looking so morally offended for the sake of his studio and at home viewing audience. "Instead of giving your son counseling or having an intervention over his destructive drinking and the perversity of his whoring, you thought the right thing to do was to give him incestuous sex," he said looking at her with feigned disbelief for the sake of his ratings. "Is that correct?" "Yes," she imagined saying while looking back at her sisters, her best friend, her mother, her son, and her nephews before returning her imagined focus stare to Jerry. "My mother had success with having incestuous sex with her son, my brother. Desperate to try anything to save our sons from themselves, even though we all knew it was forbidden and disgusting, we all thought that we'd try that too," imagined Kathy saying while nodding her head in shame. "So," said Jerry raising his eyebrows as if he was a Jewish lawyer cross examining an Aryan thug. "Your mother had and/or is having incestuous sex with her son, your brother, too? Is that correct?" "Yes," she said. "Our having sex with our sons was her idea actually," admitted Kathy in her fantasy of her being on the Jerry Springer Show. "Her way to keep him safely at home, she had sex with my brother, Ralph, for years until he got married," she said choosing not to disclose that their incestuous relationship sometimes still continued behind his wife's back. "I see. So, lemme see if I understand this. If you knew it was wrong to have incestuous sex with your son, albeit your justified way, perhaps even your preferred way to save your son," he said giving her a knowing look. "Why follow in the sexual perversity of your mother?" Jerry looked from her to look at her mother before turning to look at his audience with a shrug and before returning his attention to Kathy. "Because my father, all of my sisters' husbands, the husband of my family friend, along with their seven prostitutes that were sleeping over with them, died in fire that consumed their cabin in Maine when they were all drunk. Being that my mother had success in saving my brother from a similar fate by keeping him home with the promise of incestuous sex, we all thought that we'd try the same thing," said Kathy looking as if she was about to cry. "I see and I'm sorry for all of your losses, truly I am," said Jerry bowing his head as if praying while putting a hand over his heart. Kathy imagined Jerry looking from one sister to the next before focusing his stare to her mother and before returning his focus back to Kathy. "I get that. I do," she imagined Jerry saying. "Being that you were intent on giving your sons incestuous sex as your way to save them from drinking, whoring, and perhaps having a similar deadly fate, then explain this to me if you will." "Yes?" As if he was really there in front of her instead of just in her head, Kathy gave Jerry and his unspoken question her full attention. "Instead of giving your son a hand job," said Jerry moving his hand back and forth as if he was giving himself a hand job. "Actually, we've all given our sons hand jobs," interrupted Julia while raising her hand as if she was in school. Audrey, Brenda, Jennifer, Carol, Kathy, and Christine all nodded their heads in the affirmative that they've given their sons hand jobs. "Instead of giving your son a blowjob," said Jerry moving his hand back and forth in front of his mouth with his tongue pushing out his cheek as if he was giving someone a blowjob. "I've sucked my son hundreds of times," interrupted Julia. "Me too but not hundreds of times," said Audrey and Brenda, the identical twins, nearly together while giggling. "Just the one time." "I blew my son," said Jennifer. "I did as well," said Carol. "Me too," said Kathy. "I haven't yet but I plan on sucking him soon," said Christine raising her hand as if she had to pee. Kathy imagined Jerry smiling at the women's sexual, incestuous confessions. "Or instead of giving your son vaginal intercourse," said Jerry turning his attention back to Kathy while humping the air with his hips as if he was fucking a woman. "Why would you think that the right thing to do is to give your son anal sex? Honestly, even though anal sex is the preferred sexual method by many but why would you, as your son's mother, consider giving your son anal sex?" Willing to say and do anything to pump up his ratings, Jerry looked at her with more than curiosity. He looked at her as if he was her moral judge. He looked at her as if he was the one who decided if she should go to the paradise of Heaven or to be damned to eternal Hell for not only giving her son incestuous sex but also anal sex. "Because I enjoy having anal sex and it's been a long time since I had anal sex, since before Jimmy was born," said Kathy with a shrug and a sexy smile. Jerry looked at her and nodded his head in agreement as if he was a secret purveyor of anal sex too. "Taking in account that you enjoy having anal sex, yet, out of all the incestuous, sexual things you could have done with your son, I still don't understand why you'd willingly give your son anal sex." He looked from her to look to his audience before returning his focus to her. "Did you think that giving your son anal sex was your special, motherly way to save him from drinking and whoring by allowing him to use your ass as his cum shaft and you as his anal sex whore? Is that it?" That was it for Julia. One could feel her seething in her seat from across the stage. "Anal sex whore? How dare you call my daughter an anal sex whore? How dare you talk to my daughter in such a disrespectful way? Kettle black! Fuck you, you dirty whoremonger," said Julia pointing her index finger at Jerry as if she was giving him a curse. "You're ten times more the whoremonger than all of my daughters combined could ever be whores," she imagined her mother, Julia, saying while standing and storming to Jerry to stop the show by insulting and charging at the host. "Shame on you! Shame on you!" "Jerry, Jerry, Jerry, Jerry," she imagined the audience chanting from all of the commotion on stage. Thank God for security because Kathy imagined that her mother needed to be restrained from attacking Jerry by Big Steve. "Steve, Steve, Steve, Steve," she imagined the audience chanting when Big Steve stood in between Julia and Jerry. "I apologize for my mother," Kathy imagined saying to Jerry. "She has a hair trigger temper when it comes to protecting our honor from strangers. "Furthermore, she's very passionate about the positive possibilities of incestuous sex." "That's okay," said Jerry eying Julia before returning his attention to Kathy. "I wouldn't have much of a show if I wasn't verbally abused and threatened to be attacked by one of my guests," she imagined Jerry saying and laughing at his own response. "So, if you would, please answer my question, as to why you not only gave your son incestuous sex but also anal sex? And why you allowed your son to use you as an incestuous, anal whore?" "Dirty bastard," Kathy imagined her mother yelling from her seat. "Cocksucker! Son of a bitch! Fuck you! Maybe if you had fucked your mother, you wouldn't be as emotionally retarded as you are now by asking such idiotic questions." "Well, Jerry," Kathy imagined saying as if she was really on his show. "I never looked at it in that way. I never considered myself an incestuous, anal whore but, rather, a mother who would do anything to save her son from himself." * * * * * Yet, when feeling guilty and remorseful over thinking about having anal sex with Jimmy, she felt better when she thought, why not have anal sex with her son? Who cares? Being that she's already sucked his cock, allowed him to cum in her mouth, and swallowed his cum, what does it matter that she'd willingly allow him to fuck her in the ass too? Having already crossed the incestuous line, what difference would it make with her crossing the anal sex line too? If she was willing to cross the incestuous line by giving him a blowjob, why not cross the anal sex line too by allowing him to fuck her in the ass? Being that she gave him sexual pleasure, and being that she loves a good ass fucking, why not have him give her anal, sexual pleasure too? Besides, except for her sisters, her mother, her best friend, Jerry Springer, and her imagined Jerry Springer TV audience, who would know that she had anal sex with her son? Just as her mother said and was proven right again, guys are different from women when it comes to incest. No guy would tell another guy, especially if that guy was their cousin, that they had sex with their mother, his aunt. With the women already sharing stories with one another, the discretion of silence, so far, was a necessary thing that every man in his incestuous arrangement needed to have for all of these women to further seduce their sons without them knowing they were being played. If only their sons knew that the real reason why their mothers were giving them incestuous sex was to keep them away from drinking and whoring, no doubt, they'd rebel from their mother's sexual, apron strings and return to their bad ways. If only their sons knew that the real reason why their mothers were giving them incestuous sex was to keep them safely at home, without a doubt, they'd revolt and return to drinking and whoring. Notwithstanding the seven women's secrecy and skullduggery, with their sons talking among themselves then, the women all knew that their sons would figure out the real reason for all of the incestuous sex once they're all together at the Nude Day party. Once the men are all together in the same room with their mothers, no doubt, they'll all be talking to one another while sharing their incestuous stories. Splitting hairs when it came to her incestuous behavior, whether she gives Jimmy a hand job, a blowjob, has vaginal intercourse with him, or allows him to fuck her in the ass, what does it matter? No matter which sexual act they do, whatever they do still denotes inappropriate, incestuous, sexual behavior between a mother and her son. Forbidden in a moral society, a huge taboo in most circles, and still a crime in most states and in many countries, incestuous sex is what they needed to give their sons to soothe their raging hormones while keeping them safe. Taking her incestuous sex scenario a step further by having anal sex with her son, sodomy, whether oral or anal, is still illegal in some states and in many countries. Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #15 What the Hell? So what. Incestuous sex is incestuous sex. If she was going to Hell and risking arrest for having incestuous sex with her son, she may as well have the sex that she prefers to have. She may as well have anal sex with her son. Whichever sexual proclivity they decided to focus on, whether giving their sons a hand job, a blowjob, vaginal, sexual intercourse, or anal sex, what these seven women are doing and/or planning to do with their blood related sons still denotes incest. As prescribed by her mother, with every mother's son different in his sexual peccadillo, no matter what incestuous sex Kathy gives her son is her way of saving him from himself or so she continued telling herself until she truly believed it. Whether she sexually teased him by flashing him her tits, her ass, and/or her pussy, stroked his cock, sucked his cock, fucked his cock virginally or anally, she'd be damn to go to Hell anyway. No matter what she incestuously did, it made no difference what she did. Being that as it may, she may as well enjoy herself by having anal sex with her son. When she stood to face her maker, sent straight to Hell, no matter if she had a little incestuous sex or a lot of incestuous sex, she'd still be guilty as charged of having incestuous sex with her son. The bottom line and the end result, whatever she did was not only wrong and immoral but also expressly forbidden and illegal. With that forsaken, after death, eternal curse in mind, why not go all the way? If she was going to be damned to Hell anyway, why not immerse herself all the way up to her ass? Being that she's already having incestuous sex with him, why not have anal sex with her son too? * * * * * With anal sex something that was considered so taboo and shameful before and whispered about between men and never admitted to having by women, is now out in the open and up for discussion, dissection, and analysis. With anal sex deemed dirty, nasty, and done by proverbial animals and lowlife people, anal sex has come a long way. An acceptable and sometimes a preferred way of having a sex and receiving a sexual orgasm, even in Puritanical, mainstream, America, anal sex is not only here to stay but also is growing in popularity. Leading the way, a recent unexplained, sexual occurrence, there's an explosion of anal sex among college students both gay and heterosexual. Just as we can't even imagine Ozzie and Harriet Nelson, Lucy and Ricky Ricardo, and June and Ward Cleaver having anal sex, we can now imagine Jay Z and Beyonce Knowles, Brad Pitt and Angelina Jolie, and Kim Kardashian and Kanye having anal sex. Just as we can't even imagine Marilyn Monroe, Elizabeth Taylor, and Barbara Streisand having anal sex with anyone, we can now imagine Jennifer Lopez, Nicki Minaj, and Madonna having anal sex with everyone. The list of those female celebrities who enjoy anal sex is as long as it is shockingly surprising. Haley Berry, Sharon Stone, Pamela Anderson, Carmen Elektra, Gwen Stefani, Anne Hathaway, Sinead O'Connor, Sharon Osborne, and Ashlee Simpson, as well as Paris Hilton are just several female celebrities who have admitted that they love having anal sex. No longer limited to Prince, the entertainer, or to the mega billionaire, Sultan of Brunei, with the Sharia, Islamic, penal codes enforced to everyone but to himself, many may or may not be surprised that both men enjoyed anal sex. Many may or not be surprised, shocked even that Joan Rivers, Barbara Walters, Julie Chen, and cute, little Katie Couric have all admitted to enjoying anal sex one time or another. Moreover, more in the past than now, anal sex was sometimes used as a tool for powerful men to show his dominance over women. With the sudden and extraordinary quick success of little talent actors and off key singers making us scratch our heads, anal sex may have more to do with the making of their careers than not. The last sexual, female bastion, the adoration along with the promise of her ass is what some women have to entice a man to rocket launch her career. The steep price that many women have paid for success in Hollywood and/or television, we'd all be surprised by how many women were forced to have anal sex by producers, directors, patrons of the arts, and other actors. Willing to take a good ass fucking, the casting couch in its day may have been more an anal sex buckboard that bounced the careers of many starlets from obscurity to fame. Anal sex, a once whispered about naughty, albeit dirty, little sexual act, is now enjoyed by nearly anyone who wants something a little different and naughty, especially when they're drunk and high. Yet, whether with the cavemen, the Egyptians, the Greeks, the Romans, mainstream America, or with Hollywood celebrities, anal sex has been happening since forever. With the morality laws being what they were for so very long, especially in Puritanical America, anal sex has been hiding in the closet while waiting to be brought to favor. Show time, now with so many Hollywood celebrities coming out in support of anal sex, anal sex is now here to stay. One would have to thank gay pride and the changing laws in the rights of the gay and lesbian communities for the acceptance of anal sex not only between gays and strap-on lesbians but also between heterosexuals. Where no one that Kathy knew was having anal sex in her small circle of friends twenty years ago, there's an epidemic on college campuses of women allowing men to take them anally. As if having anal sex is a newly acceptable, back door way of birth control, excuse the pun, while maintaining a woman's virginity, more college coeds are saying yes to anal sex and blowjobs and no to vaginal sex. There are some women who prefer anal sex to vaginal sex while other women claim they have a better orgasm when having anal sex than they do when having traditional intercourse. To understand the sexual, cultural changes in climate in regards to anal sex, all Kathy needed to do was to watch music videos, see X-rated movies, and/or listen to the songs of her outdated period and compare them to the videos, movies, and songs of this new age period. Especially those songs from those black artists who revere a woman's ass and who routinely engaged in anal sex, with the advent of rapping and hip hop music, uncensored, public commentary in the way of Elvis' hips, now everything and anything goes. While comparing erotic literature and X rated movies of today to what was considered obscene and vulgar not that long ago, that cigarette burning in the ashtray that designated the couple was having sex is now a fiery inferno of forbidden lust, debauchery, and total onscreen nudity that may even include anal sex. In regards to anal sex, what was always whispered about only a few years ago as something dirty, illegal, and forbidden, especially when factoring in the AIDs epidemic of the 80's, definitely, anal sex is now here to stay. No longer confined to gay men, the ghettoes, hillbillies, and trailer trash whores, even soccer moms, celebrities, movie stars, and socialites are now having anal sex. What prostitutes and hookers refused to do before, they are now doing but at premium prices. Where the ass was always off limits before and reserved only for outgoing and not incoming, the ass is open for business now. Where the ass was always second rate, as if an afterthought when referring to T & A, tits and ass, to many the ass is now first class, especially when referring to a woman's assets as ass and tits. "Wow, she's wicked pretty," said one man to the other. "She is but she has no tits," said the second man to the first man. "Yeah, I know she has no tits but did you get a good look of her ass? Her ass is smoking hot." "Wow! You're right. That's some ass," said the second man to the first man. "Damn, she does have a nice ass. I'd love to tap that." "Me too," said the first man. Typical of the comment that Kathy routinely received from a couple of men when seeing her in public, especially from the back, she's always been proud of her ass and has always enjoyed when men admire her beautiful backside. Fortunately for Kathy, with her already knowing how much her son loves asses, a definite ass man, and how much he was infatuated with her ass, it was then that she decided to seduce her son, Jimmy, into having anal sex with her. To be continued... Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #16 There are no underage characters in this story. All characters are over the age of 18-years-old. * With the hope of saving her son from the Devil, Kathy willingly sacrifices and submits her ass to him. Purposely teasing her son all day long by bending and stretching in front of him while wearing her skin tight, painted-on blue jeans, she knew he was enjoying her sexy, exhibitionist, anal show by the bulge in his pants. Showing off what God gave her, Kathy knew she looked good in her low cut jeans, an understatement; she looked phenomenal in her tight jeans. Further teasing him by wearing her thong beneath her jeans, instead of her bikini panties, she knew that every time she bent and stretched, she'd be showing her son the top of her thong in the way that a plumber shows his ass crack. She knew that every time she bent, he'd be staring, and every time she stretched, he'd be leering. She hoped that every time she bent that he'd want to have anal sex with her. Being that a mother always knows, she knew her son had a particular penchant if not a peculiar, perverse preference for asses. Asses, asses, and asses, what was it about a woman's derriere that he liked so much? What was it about her ass that he needed to stare and to leer at her ass? A penny for his thoughts. She wondered what he was thinking when he saw her bending in front of him in her tight jeans while flashing him her thong. What she liked best about showing off her ass in her tight, low slung jeans was that she pretended that she didn't know that she was teasing her son with her extraordinary derriere while flashing him the top of her thong. Playing Miss Innocent, she was fully dressed after all. She couldn't help the fact that she looked so sexy in her tight jeans. Blessed with a perfect ass, she was born that way. What she liked best about showing off her thong clad ass in her tight jeans was that she knew that her son would notice, stare, leer, fantasize, and probably masturbate over all that he saw and was seeing of her butt later. Having been the recipient of their suggestive stares and leering looks all of her life, she knew her son was no different than any man who admired her ass. Only, for her, it was more sexually exciting that the man admiring her ass was her son. She wondered if his lust was more for her ass or more because she was his mother who had a great ass. Done teasing her son with her perfect ass and sexy thong, she readied herself for tonight. Along with an anal, enema douche, after going to the bathroom and relieving herself, Kathy took a long bath in preparation of what she hoped would happen later. Her way to insure she didn't have an accident, staying away from fiber, she ate light for the rest of the day. Nevertheless, in case of an accident, she changed her white sheets to old, darker ones that she didn't care if they were stained and laid out an old, navy blue, bath towel over them. Already planning ahead and after being coached by her gay hairdresser, who she'd make a pass at if he wasn't gay, she bought the bottle of expensive lubricant made expressly for someone having anal sex that he recommended she buy. She was excited over the prospect of having anal sex. She was excited over the prospect of having anal sex with her son. Something that her husband found distastefully disgusting and would never do with her, she wondered if she could persuade her son to give her anal sex. When she thought more about her deceased husband, she didn't know why he married her. Probably because he got her pregnant was the reason why he felt obligated to marry her, no doubt. With her the exact opposite type of women he was attracted to, she was nothing like the women he dated. Where he dated busty women, she was comparatively flat chested. Where he had no penchant for a woman's derriere, Kathy's best asset after her pretty face and her hazel eyes, was her perfect ass. In hindsight, glad that he was out of her life, but not glad that he was dead, of course, he never appreciated her for who she was, a pretty woman with a great ass. Nonetheless her deceased husband's lack of sexual attraction to her, meant to be, they happened to come together at a time when they were both drunk and high on drugs at a party. Actually with all of the men she was sleeping with back then, not even sure if he was Jimmy's biological father, she was glad that he stepped up and accepted that he was their son's father. Now that her son is a grown man, even with her never having done a DNA test, there's no doubt that her husband was her son's father. By the old photographs she has of her husband, Jimmy looks exactly like his Dad when he was his age. Excited about having anal sex again, it's been a long time since she's had anal sex, since before she was married and before Jimmy was born. Had she not been missing having anal sex and excited by the prospect of having anal sex again, anal sex wouldn't be what she'd consider doing with her son. She'd prefer sexual intercourse over anal sex of course but, her way of sinking her incestuous hooks deeper in her son, she knew he was into asses big time. As a special treat for him and as her way to make sure he was sexually and emotionally attached to her, her way to stop him from drinking and whoring, she was ready and willing to sacrifice her ass to him by submitting her ass to him. With her late husband more into breasts, the bigger the better, her husband wasn't into asses but she knew that Jimmy was, thank God. No contest and without a doubt, she had the best ass of her four sisters and an even a better ass than her shapely and busty best friend, Christine. Alas, in this age of flashing cleavages while wearing low cut, sexy tops and showing naked tits at sporting events, breast implants are as common as dental implants. Comparatively speaking, when comparing herself to her sisters and her best friend, she had no tits. Not totally flat, yet having the smallest breasts of her four sisters, having breasts similar to Michelle Pfeifer or Nicole Kidman, she had small but shapely A cup breasts with pink, puffy nipples. Nevertheless her limitation in not having larger breasts, her beautiful face and her spectacular ass more than made up for her not having bigger boobs. In due respect of her modesty or lack thereof, she knew that one would have to search high and low to find a better ass than her ass. Blessed with the perfect ass instead of big breasts in the way of her sister Jennifer's C cuppers, Carol's D cuppers, Christine double D's, and even Audrey and Brenda's shapely B cuppers, her round, firm ass made up for her having small, albeit shapely, A cup breasts. Even though she's very pretty, the prettiest of all of her sisters, because of her shapely, perfect butt, she's always been more noticed for leaving a room rather than when walking in a room. With her leaving a lasting impression with a little wiggle here and a sexy shake there, she knew that men noticed her ass. "Wow! Look at her ass. Did you see her ass? Now that's an ass. She has the best ass I've ever seen," is what men whispered about when seeing her walking away from them. * * * * * Fortunately for Kathy in her anal seduction of her son, a big topic of his sexual conversation, she's overheard him extensively and explicitly talking on the phone about women's asses. Obviously by the posters of women's asses that decorate the walls of his room, it's no secret that he's infatuated, perhaps even fixated with women's behinds. Where some men prefer big breasts and with other men preferring shapely legs, she knew that Jimmy appreciated the curvaceous shape of a nicely endowed ass. Only, with some women blessed with big tits as well as a great ass, not every woman can have as shapely a figure as Beyonce, Kim Kardashian, and Serena Williams. Notwithstanding her shortcomings in the breast department, Kathy was grateful that she had a beautiful face and captivating eyes to go along with her spectacular ass. For sure, in her unofficial survey of women's bodies, most women are prone to having bigger breasts than they are to have perfect asses. With her sexually and suggestively filling out a tight pair of jeans in the way that no one else can, she's satisfied with her body. She's glad that she falls in the latter group of women who have great asses than the former group of women who have big tits. For sure, being that she so loved her ass, if she had to pick one or the other physical qualities to have, she'd chose having a great ass over having larger breasts. Rare indeed is the woman who possess it all, a pretty face, big tits, and a spectacular ass in the way of Scarlett Johansson. With her son taking his ass fetish to the extreme, Jimmy's computer background on his monitor is a collage of women's sexy, shapely asses. With everyone strutting around in bikinis, Jennifer Lopez, Kate Beckinsale, Selena Gomez, Kate Upton, Jessica Alba, Jessica Biel, Nicki Minaj, Kim Kardashian, Lady Gaga, Sophia Vergara, Beyonce, Scarlett Johansson, Rihanna, Serena Williams, and Coco Austin, they all occupy reserved ass space on his monitor as a bouncing, bodacious screensaver. As if they're asses are all helium filled ass balloons, taking their turn in their random display, their beautiful asses bounce around his screen as if they are pong balls on an antique Atari game. His favorite songs that he plays all the time are, I Like Big Butts and Baby Got Back by Sir Mix-a-lot, Honky Tonk Badonkadonk by Trace Atkins, Big Ole Butt by LL Cool J, Big Bottom by Spinal Tap, and Fat Bottomed Girls by Queen. With Kathy taking the not so subtle hint that her son liked, an understatement, loved women's asses, she figured she'd have a much better chance of seducing her son by sacrificing and submitting her ass to him rather than pleasuring him with her pussy. With his attraction to her ass no secret, no doubt, she knew that he'd love to feel her ass, squeeze her ass, lick her ass, and fuck her ass. In the way that he stared at her ass whenever he thought she wasn't looking or didn't notice him leering at her, instead of making her feel uncomfortable by his stare, he made her feel sexy. Just because she didn't have big tits doesn't mean that she still couldn't be sexy and he made her feel sexually desired whenever he stared and obviously lusted over her ass. When he stole her towel and she chased him naked in his room to play tickle and tease, he practically ignored her modest breasts. It wasn't until she told him that her nipples were her erogenous zones, that he fondled her breasts and fingered her nipples. Obviously more attracted to her ass than to her breasts, she remembered that he touched, felt, and squeezed her naked ass more than any other part of her body. Now calling his bluff, she was ready for him to take her anally by the only way she knew how, by teasing him with her naked ass. With her ass always out there in the way that women's breasts are always out there, it would be much easier to flash him her ass while wearing tight jeans or a short nightgown than it would be to flash him her pussy. Parading around him wearing her tight jeans and exposed thong or wearing a short nightgown without panties, it's so much easier to tempt him with her ass than with her pussy. In the way that some women mesmerize men with their breasts, she knew that she could mesmerize her son with her ass. In the way she's caught him mindlessly staring at her ass in her tight jeans, short skirts, or when she's bending in front of him in her sexy nightgown, she already knows that he's enthralled by her ass. Something she's tried when she was so very young, being that he was already so very cosmopolitan, refined, and charming at his young age, he acted more as if was more a European man than an American man. With him vacationing on the French Riviera for the Grand Prix of Monaco last year and with him having the look of a Formula One driver when donning his Ray Bans, she suspects her son has already had anal sex too. With all of the women in attendance of the race, she knew he found what he was looking to find on the white, sandy beaches of the French Riviera. Being that asses was his sexual weakness and being that she possesses such a great ass, she knew that it shouldn't be too difficult to entice him into having anal sex with her. * * * * * Already bathe, creamed, powdered, and perfumed, Kathy slipped into something inappropriately revealing, more comfortable, and less confining than her skin tight, painted-on blue jeans. Slipping into a very shear, very short, form fitting, slinky, and silky, low cut nightgown after her bath, she didn't bother wearing panties. With her nipples making their impression through her nightgown, she knew she'd be flashing him her A cup breasts whenever she leaned forward. Along with flashing him her breasts, she knew she'd be flashing him her pussy whenever she sat across from him. Just as she knew she'd be flashing him her naked ass whenever she bent forward even just a little, more than him seeing her tits and her flashing him her pussy, she knew that her ass would be what would interest him. If her breasts and pussy didn't get his attention, then she knew that her ass would. Her plan in choosing this particular nightgown was to flash her son her ass from where he was laying on the couch. With his low vantage point on the sofa and with him looking up at her, she didn't even have to bend forward. All she had to do was to lean and she knew that he could see her ass up her nightgown. She was hoping to give him a not so subtle hint that she'd like him to give her a little ass play before giving her deep, penetrating anal sex. She knew that all she needed to do was to parade back and forth in front of him in her skimpy, little nightgown and her shapely ass would do the rest. As if she was driving him nuts and he couldn't take it anymore, the second time walking by him, he stood and wrapped his arm around her slim waist and pulled her close to kiss her. She allowed him to part her lips with his tongue and they kissed as if they were lovers instead of mother and son. Taking the time to enjoy the soft, silky terrain of her motherly body, he slid a slow hand down her back and followed the curve of her incredible, firm, round ass. Then, as if his hand was a Formula 1 car negotiating a tight hairpin curve in first gear, he slowly moved his hand down to cup one cheek in the palm of his hand before moving his hand to cup her other cheek. With her nightgown short enough to expose much of her ass as soon as he touched her, obviously he knew that she wasn't wearing any panties when his fingers found the sweet curve of her ass cheeks and the deep recesses of her buttocks. With her standing across from the living room mirror, he was able to see the naked reflection of her ass while kissing her, touching her, and feeling her. As if a vampire drawn to blood, he lifted the back of her nightgown up just enough to expose the bottom of her perfect ass while squeezing and fondling her magnificent bottom. If anyone was to see him groping his mother's backside, they'd think they were boyfriend and girlfriend, man and wife, or lovers instead of mother and son. "I love your ass Mom. You have such a perfect ass," he said while having his wicked way with her ass in continuing to feel her ass, fondle her ass, and squeeze her ass. Allowing her son to do anything he wanted to do with her ass, she reveled in her son touching and feeling her ass. "Thank you. I'm glad you love my ass," she said in a sexy voice while happy that her son was so very attracted to her ass. So different in their sexual desires and lustful appetites, she couldn't believe that her son was such an ass man when her husband wasn't. Yet, feeling her ass was one thing. Fucking her ass was entirely something else. Then, shocking even her, albeit sweet, sexy music to her ears, she couldn't believe what her son said to her next. "I'd like to lick your ass," he said whispering his erotic albeit inappropriate and sexually incestuous words in her ear. When she didn't resist or recoil from his words, he continued in his anal seduction of his mother. "After I lick your ass, I'd love to fuck your ass too," he said while fondling, feeling, and squeezing her ass. Oh, my God. She couldn't believe her ears. She couldn't believe her son not only wants to lick her ass but also wants to fuck her ass. Oh, happy days. "You would?" She quivered in his arms. "It's been a long time since I had a good ass licking and even longer since I've had a good ass fucking," she said confessing her fondness for ass play. Something she'd never admit to anyone but her sisters and her best friend, she couldn't believe that she just confessed to her son that she had anal sex before. "Yes I'd love to lick your ass mother. I'd love to lick your ass before I fuck your ass," he said whispering his words in his mother's ear again followed by his tongue in her ear along with his warm breath while continuing to feel and squeeze her ass. Aroused by his tongue and warm breath in her ear, she was delirious with the thoughts of Jimmy not only licking her ass but also fucking her ass. He was making her so horny in the way that he massaged her butt. She couldn't wait to get him in her bedroom. She couldn't wait for him to have his wicked way with her ass. "Oh my God, Jimmy. I'd love for you to lick my ass. It's been so long, too long since anyone has had their wicked way with my ass," she said gazing into his brown eyes with her incredible hazel eyes. "After you lick my ass, if you'd like and if you have a mind to, you may fuck my ass," she said whispering her words in his ear while gently nibbling on his earlobe. With him her son and she his mother, she wasn't sure if he'd go through with licking her ass before fucking her ass. Needing to plant the seed in his head again that it was okay with her for him to lick and fuck her ass, she reiterated herself. Her way of making sure that he really wanted to have his wicked way with her ass, she was hoping that he wouldn't disappoint her by changing his mind. "Oh, my God, mother, I already said that I'd love to lick your ass before I fuck your ass," he said with excitement. Only, having grown accustomed to the empty promises her son and his father made to her over the years, she knew what he said and what he did may be two different things. Many men have told her that they'd love to have anal sex with her and they'd love to fuck her in the ass but when she called their bluff, they'd rather just have a blowjob while fondling her ass. "Wait," she said pushing against his shoulders. "You may lick and fuck my ass on one condition." She stared in his eyes to see if he was really sincere in wanting to lick her ass and fuck her ass. "Anything. I'll agree to anything," he said. "You name it Mom and you have it." He looked at her as if he was dreaming and as if he was imagining all of this. "You may lick my ass and fuck my ass if you promise to attend the Nude Day party Saturday night and..." As if she had just said the magic word on the Groucho Marx show of old, he looked at her as if Nude Day was the key to unlock his X-rated imagination. "Sure, yeah, I can do that. I can change my plans to hang around with you, my aunts, my cousins, and grandma," he said. "I wouldn't mind staying home so long as everyone gets naked," he said with a dirty laugh while obviously expecting that no one would dare get naked but in his dreams and sexual fantasies. She returned his foolish expectation of nudity with a naughty look of her own. "We'll see," she said with a sexy smile. "You may be surprised what we have in store for you and for your cousins on Nude Day," she said touching his lip with her index finger before kissing him and burying her tongue in his mouth. Moms Against Public Drunk Nudity #16 While she kissed him, he felt, fondled, and squeezed her naked ass while staring at her ass in the mirror behind her. "I can't wait," he said looking at her once breaking off the kiss and while waiting for her to finish her thought. When she didn't finished what it was she was going to say, he persevered. "And what?" As if this was what it was all about, the incestuous sex and the anal licking and fucking, and it was, she confessed her secret agenda. "You must promise me that you'll stop your drinking and your whoring. If you promise me that you'll change your deadly ways, then I'll give you all the sex, anal or otherwise, that you'll ever need and could possibly want." He looked at her as if he had just won the lottery and he was the only jackpot winner. "Wow! Yeah, sure, definitely, I'd rather be home with you than in a bar with a hooker on while side of me and a stripper in my lap," he said. She gave him her look of lustful desire that she's been saving for any man who offered to lick her ass before giving her anal sex. Of all the men who commented on her ass and of all the men who told her that they'd love to fuck her in the ass but never did, she never thought the man who would satisfy her anally would be her son. "Shall we go to my bedroom?" She took him by the hand. * * * * * As soon as she entered her bedroom, she removed her nightgown and he looked at her in the way that he looked at her the first time he saw her naked. As if memorizing every freckle and mole, he stared at her as if she was the first naked woman he's ever seen. She watched her son strip off his clothes as if they were on fire. With the raging hard-on he had, even in the dark, she'd know he had an erection but it wasn't dark in her bedroom. She kept the nightlight on by her bed so that her son could see what he was doing. She couldn't wait to feel his big, hard, hairy cock in her round, firm, beautiful ass. With both of them naked, they came together and kissed. Kissing and kissing her, he touched and felt his mother where no son should ever touch and feel his mother. Kissing and kissing him, she touched and felt her son where no mother should ever touch and feel her son. With her on her back, when he was about to mount her to make love to her, she stopped him. "No, that's not what I want," she said pushing against his chest. "As you said you would, I want you to lick my ass. I want you to give me anal sex." She looked at him with sexual excitement before her looked turned to disappointment. Just like too many men in her life, too many men are just talk. Obviously, she's more into having anal sex than they are. Obviously, even though her son professed to be addicted to asses by his conversation with his friends, the posters in his room, his screensaver, and the ass montage of music that he plays, apparently he's not into asses enough to lick and fuck his mother's ass. "You do? Seriously?" He looked at her through the dimness of the nightlight. "I thought you were kidding. I thought you were just playing with me about me licking your ass before allowing me to take you anally. I thought we were just having some hot, pillow talk." Afraid he'd say no, willing to embarrass herself by telling her son what she wanted, she persevered. "Just as you said you would, I want you to lick my ass first before you fuck my ass," she said turning on her stomach and raising her perfect butt in the air. Not only telling him but also showing him what she so wanted, with her ass in the air, she moved to her knees with her forehead resting on her forearms. Her ass was right there ready to be licked and fucked. Now, calling his bluff, she waited to see what he'd do. She held her breath hoping that his interest in women's asses and in her ass was for real. "Oh, Mom," he said leaning forward to stick his whole face in his mother's ass. Licking and licking her, he went from licking her ass to licking her pussy. Giving her long, wet laps that wetted the entire underside and inside of her, he fingered her pussy and fingered her ass while licking her. He had her wiggling in pleasure in no time. "Oh, my God, Jimmy. You're an unbelievable anal lover. You're such a great ass licker. Lick me harder, lick me faster, and lick me deeper. I'm going to cum," she said. Concentrating as much on her pussy with his tongue and fingers as he was on her ass, he continued licking her while fingering her. "I love your ass Mom. I love your pussy. I can't get enough of licking you. You have the best ass and the best pussy I've ever licked," he said. She couldn't believe that her son was giving her an ass and pussy licking, the best ass and pussy licking she's ever had. No one has ever tossed her salad like this while licking her pussy before. "Jimmy! Jimmy! Jimmy! I'm cumming. Oh, my God. I'm cumming. Don't stop. Please don't stop. Oh, yeah, that's it baby. Lick Mommy," she said wiggling her ass in his face. As if she was a balloon, she exploded in an orgasm and then deflated herself on the bed. "Mom? Are you okay?" She looked at him swooning. "Am I okay? I'm better than okay. That was amazing. Just give me a minute," she said reaching up to stroke his face before kissing him. She kissed him not caring that his tongue was not only in her pussy but also buried in her ass. She kissed him with the sexual desire of a man kissing a woman instead of a mother kissing her son. "Here," she said leaning while reaching to the nightstand and opening her drawer. She pulled out a bottle of gel, the one her hairdresser recommended, and handed it to him. "Lube me. Lube my ass real good and lube your cock too. I want you to slide your big prick inside my ass," she said. He accepted the bottle of gel, opened it, and squirted a big glob of it in his hand. "I can't wait," he said. Taking bigger globs of gel, Jimmy lubed his mother's ass as if her ass was an axle. Going deeper with his fingers than he did with his tongue, he greased his mother's ass with enough gel that his could should just slide right inside of her. Testing her out, taking her for a test run, he pushed his cock up against her ass as she pushed back up against him. Then, as if she had done this before and she had, as soon as he started entering her she pushed her petite body against him and rolled him on his back. Now with his cock sticking straight in the air, sitting on him, she eased herself down. Deeper and deeper, his cock slid in her anal cavity until that was as far as it would go. Now bouncing up and down on her son, slowly at first, she rode him as if she was riding a Sybian masturbation machine. Then, it was her son's turn to take control. Gently nudging her and propping up on her knees, he positioned himself behind her and fucked her ass doggie style. Humping and humping her while she returned her humps with his, they developed a nice rhythm. He fucked her ass in the way that he fucked strippers and hookers while wearing protection. Only, never having fucked anyone bareback before, he was fucking his mother's ass without the interference of a condom dulling the pleasure of his sexual sensation. "Fuck me Jimmy! Fuck my ass. Oh, yeah, baby. That's it. Right there. You're going to make Mommy cum again. Fuck me Jimmy. Fuck my ass," she said. After licking her ass to orgasmic pleasure, Jimmy humped her ass. Jimmy pounded her ass. Jimmy fucked his mother anally. "Oh, my God. I'm going to cum too," he said. He fucked her faster. He fucked her harder. He fucked her deeper while reaching beneath her to feel her small breasts and finger her big nipples. As soon as he started fingering her nipples, as if he turned on a switch, she became more animated. "Oh, baby, yeah, I love it when you finger my nipples. Pull them. Turn them and twist them while squeezing my tits hard. Harder," she said. "Don't worry. You won't hurt me." "This is unbelievable. I can't believe I'm finally fucking you in your ass after imagining doing this for so long. You have such a wonderful ass," he said humping her faster and humping her harder. "I'm going to cum." "Hold and we'll cum together," she said. "Hump me Jimmy. Fuck me. Hump me harder. Fuck me faster but don't cum, not yet. Oh, my God. This is unbelievable. Pinch my nipples Jimmy. Pinch them hard. Oh, yeah baby. Okay now Jimmy. Now. Cum. Cum in my ass. Cum inside of me," she said. There was a moment of silence where their heavy breathing replaced their ability to talk. Then, Jimmy allowed his sexual passion to overwhelm his silence. "Fuck!" Jimmy gave his mother one last hard hump before depositing a load of his warm, oozy cum in her ass. "Oh, my God," said Kathy enveloped in the best anal sex orgasm of her life. To be continued...