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Mother's Nude Day Nightmare Ch. 01

By: SusanJillParker



Not careful what he wished for on his birthday, a son gets his wish when his mother strips naked on Nude Day. An incestuous, sexual fantasy that comes true turns into a real nightmare.

"Psst! Charlie. Charlie," said my Mom gently shaking my shoulder. "Are you awake?"

Now that I think back about my mother coming in my room, was her question a rhetorical question or didn't she know that I was sleeping? As if calling my name in a dream, it was so late and I was so tired and even though I wanted to open my eyes, I couldn't. Instead of shaking me awake, as if I instantly sucked her in my head and in my sexual fantasy, my mother became part of my sexy dream that I was having about her. Making the dream that I was having about her seem so real, it was weird how her just touching my shoulder like that and calling my name as I was having my reoccurring incestuous dream made me feel as if she was touching me in my dream.

With my Mom merely touching my arm in her feeble attempt to gently shake me awake, with my bed rocking with her gently shaking me as if we were having sex, I remember thinking how much I wished she'd touch, feel, and stroke my cock. Thinking that I was sound asleep and I was, sleeping so soundly that she couldn't awaken me from my slumber, it would be a sexual fantasy come true for my mother to wrap her fingers around my cock and stroke me before leaning down to suck me. It was my dream after all and I could do anything that I wanted to do in my dream, even have my mother sexually molest me by reaching beneath my sheet and sticking her hand down my boxer shorts to take control of me with her hand. Other than her calling me and shaking me awake, a new wrinkle in my reoccurring dream, this sexual fantasy was no different from any of my sexual fantasies about her before; she was naked and about to have sex with me.

"Charlie. Charlie," she said shaking me again.

"Wha? Huh? Mom?"

Unable to tell if she was really in my bedroom and standing by my bed or if I was dreaming her standing there, she appeared to me as if she was an apparition. Just wanting to return to my dream about having sex with her, the best dream I was ever having, I was still asleep. Was she really standing there in my bedroom or was I dreaming her? I didn't know. I couldn't tell. Whether she was or wasn't there in my room and beside my bed, I just wanted to return to my dream. 

"Charlie. Charlie," she said leaning over me to whisper my name in my ear in that soft, firm voice that only my mother can make while shaking me awake again.

"Mom? I love you Susan," I said calling her by name in my sleep, something I rarely did in front of her before but recently enjoyed doing now. Calling her by name made me feel that I was her man and she was my woman. Especially when out in public, calling her Susan sounded so much better and more mature than calling her Mom, Mother, and Mommy. I mumbled her name again in my dream, "Susan," as I dreamt of kissing her while holding her and feeling her. A sexual fantasy come true, I'd so love to French kiss my mother.

When I felt myself dozing off again and returning back to my sexy dream about her, she shook me awake again.

"Charlie. Wake up," she said gently shaking me. "Charlie."

She shook me awake in the way I dreamt of her being on top of me naked and shaking me while making love to me with her big breasts bouncing as she humped me and I returned her humps with my lust for her. Humping her harder, changing my dream to incorporate her shaking me and shaking my bed, I really felt as if I was inside my mother and we were having sexual intercourse. Waking up again, I didn't want to be disturbed from dreaming about her. I was just getting to the good part.

"Go away Mom. I'm tired. I just want to sleep. I just want to make--"

I stopped myself before confessing that I just wanted to make love to her. I just wanted to continue my dream about her naked.

Then, being that she was in my room, standing so close to my bed, and it was so dark, I was so tempted to reach up my hand to hold her around her shapely ass, pull her down to me, and kiss her. In the way that I imagined I was touching and feeling her in my dream, I wanted to touch her and feel her to see if she was really standing in my room. Still sleeping and unable to do any of that other than to dream about having sex with my mother, I just wanted to go back to sleep.

Then, as if a hand grabbed me and shook me from my dream state to my awake state, in a panic enough to awaken me, figuring there was something terribly wrong, I opened my eyes. My mother never comes in my room in the middle of the night while I'm sleeping. Wishing she'd come in my room in the middle of the night while I was masturbating over her, I always wished she'd volunteer to masturbate me in the way that she willingly and eagerly does in my dreams. So sexually frustrated before my dreams and even more sexually frustrated after my dreams about her, I wished my dreams were my reality.

"Mom? What's wrong?" I turned from my left side to my right side to face her and propped myself up on one elbow to gaze up at her pretty face but it was too dark in my room to see anything other than her tall, shapely shadow standing over me. "Is there a fire? Did someone break in the house? Did someone die? Are you okay? Did you hurt yourself? Do you need me to drive you to the hospital? Do you want me to call 911?" 

In my panic that there was something dreadfully wrong for her to come in my room at this hour of the night, I fired off questions before even waiting for her to respond. Suddenly, with my horny, awake state taking place of my horny, dream state, I imagined giving my mother mouth to mouth resuscitation. Stripping her topless, in the way that I imagined the EMT's doing, I imagined giving her slow, long, sexually inappropriate, chest compressions. It was the middle of the night and for the first time in my life, I went to bed early. I was tired. Other than her black silhouette, as if she were a ghost instead of my foxy mother, unable to clearly see her, it was so dark in my room, too dark to see, and still in a fog, I was still half asleep.

"Calm yourself Charlie," she said in her soft, soothing voice that evokes sexual thoughts of her in bed with me while giving me hot pillow talk. "There's nothing wrong and there's no fire. I'm okay," she said with a little laugh. "No one broke in the house. Everything is okay," she whispered as if not to awaken me after she already had.

I love her laugh. I love her voice. I love her body. I love that she's so beautiful. I love her. I really love my mother but not in a normal son loving his mother kind of way. I love my mother in the way a man loves a woman kind of way. Percy Sledge's song, When a Man Loves a Woman, played through my mind while I imagined dancing with my mother on our imagined wedding day.

Now too late to go back to sleep, my sexy dream of her already ruined, it was too late to return to my nightly dream about her. Startled awake and already filled with sexual frustration, I started to awaken. Even if I was to fall back to sleep now, I'd never have that dream of my mother naked and about to have sex with me, that is, not until tonight when she comes to me naked in my dream again. So sexually frustrated after not having the chance to have sex with her in my dream, I just wanted to masturbate. So horny, I was tempted to pull out my cock and masturbate in front of my mother. Did I dare? If only I could, I never would.

I wondered what she'd do if I did start masturbating while she was in my room? Would she leave my room or would she watch? Imagining that she's stay to watch, I'd like for her to stay and watch me cum for her. Dark enough in my room, perhaps she'd never know I was masturbating in front of her until towards the end when my excitement overtook my ability to be quiet. I always wanted her to watch me play with myself but it was so dark and I was still so tired.

"What time is it?"

I yawned, I stretched, I had an erection that she was responsible for me having. Hoping my cock would pop out of my boxers, so that I wouldn't have to reach down and secretly pull it out myself, with her being there in my room and with me being so horny, I was tempted to pull down my sheet to show her my erection. Too tired to get up, I just wanted to go back to sleep with her by my side. I wanted her to sleep with me, cuddle me, and spoon me before I spooned her while feeling her amazing body through her sexy nightgown. A sexual fantasy come true, I'd love to spoon my mother with my erection resting up against her satin covered ass crack and my hand cupping her breast through her low cut, sexy nightgown while my fingers hardened her nipple. To be able to do that just once, sleep with while spooning my mother, how hot would that be?

Even though I was hot and horny for my mother, glad that it was dark enough for her not to clearly see, strangely enough, I was happy that she couldn't see the big bulge beneath my sheet. Having to face her in the light of day, I'd be embarrassed if she saw that I had a huge boner while dreaming about her having sex with me. How would she know my erection was from dreaming about having sex with her? No doubt, being that she's my mother, she'd know.

Only now partially remembering my dream, no doubt the same sexy, incestuous, recurring dream of her coming to my room naked to have sex with me, obviously I was dreaming about having sex with my mother again because I had an erection. I always have an erection when dreaming about my mother. Sometimes, even when I'm at work or driving in my car, I can't even think about my mother in her sexy nightgown without getting an erection.

Being that my mother was in my room, it was so dark, and I was so horny, I wished she'd put her hand on my cock and touch me, feel me, fondle me, and stroke me through the sheet and through my boxer shorts. A dream come true, I wished my mother would reach her hand beneath the sheet and inside my underwear and masturbate me. Only, knowing full well that my mother doesn't sexually want me in the way that I sexually want her, I knew she'd never touch me in that sexual way never mind masturbate me. Without doubt, as soon as she leaves my room, I'll be masturbating about her all over again.

"It's just after midnight," she said.

"Midnight? Gees Mom," I said turning and needing to get more comfortable on my back than on my side.

"Sorry for waking you Charlie but it was important that I talk to you," she said.

As if there was a tent pole beneath the big top and my mother was the star attraction to my little, incestuous circus, the biggest part of me, my bulge was really apparent now. Too horny to control myself, I wanted her to see the lust that I had for her and I wondered if she could see my tented erection in the dark. Now flaunting my erection to her, I wanted her to see my big bulge. Maybe her seeing my sheet covered erection would make her hot and horny enough to reach down and squeeze my cock through my boxer shorts. I wanted her to know the lust that I had for her during the day carried over to my dreams at night.

"I have to get up early Mom. I have work tomorrow, I mean, later today," I said rubbing my eyes awake and forgetting that I had taken off the day but forgot to tell my mother that I had.

I wished I had gone to bed naked and had kicked off the sheet during the night. Even though it was so dark, would she still be standing by my bed knowing that I was naked? Just as I wished I could see her naked, pussy for cock, I'd love for my mother to see me naked. I wondered what her reaction would be to seeing my erection? Would she look? Would she stare? Or would she pretend not to notice the huge elephant trunk in the room? Only now I wondered what was so important that she had wake me to tell me.

Normally, I never go to bed at 10:30 pm but I was tired. Now that it's after midnight, I was so tired. It had been a long day. Knowing that I'd be up late today because it was my birthday officially today, I figured the extra sleep would do me some good. My Mom always gives me a birthday party and, as if it's New Year's Eve, we celebrate my birthday until midnight when it's no longer my birthday but just another day.

"Well, that's why I'm here," she said sitting on my bed. "I was hoping you'd take the day off and stay home with me."

Always with my Mom night and day, I spend all my free time with her, too much time with her, no doubt the reason why I lust over her and the reason why I got this job. Hoping she'd crawl in bed bedside me and sleep with me, I scooted over to make room for her in case she had a mind to cuddle me in the way that I yearned to spoon her. The image of my Mom sitting on my bed evoked an image of us being in a cheap motel room and about to have sex. With my Mom sitting on the edge of my bed with me in it, I had the sudden urge to ask her to get in bed with me and hold me while I held her. She never comes in my room at night. She never sits on my bed with me in it.

Encouraged by my horny lust for her, the dark gave me newfound courage. Wishing I had the balls to reach up and feel her big breasts and finger her nipples through her sexy nightgown, still being asleep could be my excuse to touch her, feel her, grope her, and disrespect her in a way that a son should never disrespect his mother. Feeling so hot for my mother, for a fleeting moment, I was so tempted to shock her by pulling and putting her hand on my big bulge while I had my horny way with her tits.

With me being nearly naked under the sheet but for my boxer shorts, I wondered what she'd do if I pulled her hand beneath the sheet and inside my boxer shorts, wrapped her fingers around my cock, and forced her to take me in her hand. I imagined moving her hand with mine and forcing her to stroke me. Recently wearing boxers to bed instead of pajamas, I started parading around my mother in my boxer shorts instead of in my pajamas without wearing any underwear. Why bother with pajamas over boxer shorts when I'd only removed them in the middle of the night to masturbate over her anyway? I wish I had courage to walk around her naked.

Now fixated on the thought of my mother touching me in a sexual way, I wondered what she'd do if I put her hand on my prick. Would she wrap her fingers around me? Would she stroke me or would she pull her hand away? Would she run from my room or would she stay? I'd love to fill my mother's hand with my cock. I'd love to feel her fingers wrapped around my prick while I felt her big tits and fingered her hard nipples.

"Stay home? Why?" As if she read my mind with her premonition, she was unaware that I had already took the day as a personal day. "Why would you want me to stay home with you when we're together all the time?"

She didn't have to do much to convince me to stay home from work but to ask. Being that it was my birthday, I had every intention of staying home. Now that it's my birthday and my mother had shaken me awake, I was glad that I had already taken off the day in advance.

"It's your birthday silly and," she paused. "Happy Birthday," she said leaning down to kiss me on the lips.

As if being transported back to my dream of her kissing me while I felt her naked body, her kiss lasted longer than any motherly kiss should last and any motherly kiss she's ever given me. As if we were boyfriend and girlfriend or lovers, I was shocked that she kissed me like that, a kiss that I always dreamed of her giving me. Wow! She's never kissed me like that before. If I wasn't half asleep, if I had more of my wits about me, I would have parted her lips with my tongue and French kissed her.

When she leaned down to kiss me, I imagined that I could feel her naked breast against my chest. No doubt, with the low cut nightgowns she wears, this must be one of the ones that her breasts are more exposed when she leans. I only wished that it wasn't so dark and I could better see her. I only wished I had the balls to stick my hand down her nightgown to cup her breast and finger her nipple.

Just the thought of French kissing my mother made my erection throb before hardening even more. Always wanting to know what it would feel like to have my tongue buried in my mother's mouth and to feel her tongue against mine, I've always wanted to French kiss my mother while feeling her big tits. Always wanting to make out with my mother, the love of my life, a favorite incestuous, sexual fantasy of mine, I've fantasized about French kissing my Mom while feeling her full breasts and round ass through her clothes. No doubt, now that she kissed me, I'll be masturbating over the imagined thoughts of her French kissing me.

"Thank you Mom," I said not knowing what else to say after she kissed me other than to ask her to kiss me again.

Surprising me with her kiss, I wasn't ready and I wished she'd kiss me again so that I could return her passion with mine. Thinking more about her kiss as if I was still dreaming of kissing her and as if I was still having my regular sexual fantasy about her in my room naked, I wanted to kiss her again, especially after she kissed me in that sexy way. I was so tempted to lean into her and surprise her by wrapping my arm around her, pulling her to me, and parting her lips with my tongue but I didn't dare do that. She was my mother and I was her son. Even though I wanted to and would willingly go along with her if she made the first move, I was afraid to cross the incestuous line by showing her how I truly felt about her. I loved her. I really did. I loved my mother and wanted to have sex with her.

"Besides today being your birthday, today is Nude Day," she said looking at me funny.

Even in the dark, I could tell that she was uncomfortable after blurting that today was Nude Day. Sensing there was something more there, what was that about? I had no idea. Having a hard time seeing her pretty face, she looked as if she was biting her lip. Perhaps, imagining herself naked with me, the Nude Day holiday evoked an image that made her as uncomfortable as it made me aroused. Yet, even if today was Nude Day, just as I'd never strip naked in front of my mother, my mother would never get naked in front of me. Nonetheless her modesty and my reluctance to cross the incestuous line, Nude Day evoked all sorts of incestuous images of my mother naked.

Nude Day made me wish I was naked with her right now. A truly ridiculous thought, but being that it was my birthday, for my birthday wish, I wished she'd celebrate the Nude holiday with me naked? Then figuring I was still dreaming about her being in my room, still so very tired, was she even really there in my room with me or was I dreaming her? I didn't know. Having had this dream so very many times before, except for this new part of our talking about Nude Day and her sitting on my bed, I couldn't tell.

Nude Day? That's right. As if there was a Nude Day alarm going off in my head, today is Nude Day. Duh? Immediately, I awakened from my fog. Nude Day, my favorite holiday that I've never celebrated. Always wanting to celebrate Nude Day naked with my mother, I'm too shy to strip off my clothes and walk around in front of my mother naked. If she got naked first, I'd eagerly strip off my clothes but she'd never parade around naked in front of me. She's my mother and I'm her son.

Alas, with my mother the only woman that I'd want to celebrate the Nude Day holiday with, in the way of Saint Patrick's Day, Arbor Day, and Flag Day, Nude Day had become just another day to me. Perhaps, if I had a girlfriend, we could celebrate Nude Day together by going to a Nude beach or making love naked under the stars. Yet, with just me and my mother, the extent of my Nude Day celebration was watching nudists being arrested on the news for participating in the nude holiday.


Mother's Nude Day Nightmare Ch. 01



Nonetheless, it didn't have to be Nude Day for me to think of my sexy mother naked. With my hand around my cock stroking myself, I thought of my mother naked every day. When it came to my sexy mother, every day was Nude Day. Every night, she came to me naked in my dreams. Every night, I had my wicked way with her.

As if she hit me with a hammer before splashing cold water in my face, her uttering Nude Day was just the jolt that I needed to awaken myself to know the real reason why she was in my room. Why was she in my room, especially at this hour? Other than wanting me to take the day off, something she could have asked me to do over breakfast, especially since I had planned on taking the day off anyway, she didn't say why she was in my room. I didn't know until she kissed me and mentioned my birthday and Nude Day together in the same sentence that I suspected what it was my mother wanted.

With my eyes ever so slowly growing more accustomed to the darkness and thinking that I was still dreaming of her naked, my mother was actually sitting on my bed naked. No way! Naked, naked, naked, my mother was naked. Fuck me. This can't be happening to me. I still must be dreaming.

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes to clearly see more of her, definitely by the outline of her full breasts in the dark and with no evidence of a nightgown, my mother was sitting on my bed naked. Naked, naked, naked, as if there was a naked alarm going off in my head, my mother was not only in my room naked but she was sitting on my bed naked. I couldn't believe my eyes. Even though I was seeing so little of her in the dark, I couldn't believe what I was seeing while seeing so very much of her, more of her and closer up than I've ever seen her before. With her taking a giant leap across the incestuous line, this can't be really happening. For sure, I must be dreaming her sitting on my bed naked.

All the mostly futile times I tried to catch her naked, with serendipity far and few between, a long time coming when finally getting a few furtive glances of her without her clothes, here she is in my room naked. Naked, naked, naked, my mother is in my room naked. Thank you Jesus! Enough that she was in my room at this hour and sitting on my bed, I couldn't believe she was sitting on my bed naked. Naked, naked, naked, my mother was really naked. Still not believing my eyes but now believing that I was awake and not dreaming, I rubbed the sleep from my eyes again for a better look of her naked body.

Maybe she's been drinking and wants to have sex with me. Yeah, of course that's it, she's drunk. For her to be in my room and sitting on my bed naked, she must be drunk but I didn't smell alcohol on her breath when she kissed me. Maybe I am still dreaming? Maybe my Mom just wants to celebrate Nude Day.

"Mom?"

Ridiculous calling the woman that I love Mom, especially when she was in my room and sitting on my bed naked, I so wanted to call her Susan instead.

"Yes Charlie?"

Needing her to answer my question as evidence that I wasn't still sleeping and dreaming of her naked again, a question that wasn't in my reoccurring dream, I asked her the question.

"Are you naked?"

She laughed the kind of laugh that made me imagine her stripping off her clothes in a meadow of fragrant flowers before we embraced, kissed, and had sex beneath a huge, old oak tree. As if I was there watching her strip herself naked, she laughed the kind of laugh that made me imagine her stripping off her nightgown in her room and coming to my room naked. Naked, naked, naked, my mother was naked.

"Yes Charlie. I'm naked," she said in her soft, sexy voice while looking down at her naked breasts before looking up at me. 

As if she was happy that she was naked and happy that I was seeing her naked, she was smiling. I could see her white teeth light up her face. Even in the dark I could discern her beautiful smile. Not a good enough answer to convince me that I wasn't dreaming her naked, I so wanted to touch her and feel her as proof positive that she was naked. Yet so afraid to violate my mother in the way that I wanted to violate her, instead I asked her another question that wasn't in my reoccurring dream.

"Why are you naked?"

She looked at me in the way that I looked at her so many times in my dreams, with love and with lust. Did she now want me as much as I've always wanted her? She leaned to me to brush my hair from my eyes before running her soft hand lightly across my forehead and down my cheek, as if she was feeling me for a fever. When her heavy breast fell forward against my chest, it was then that I knew that I wasn't dreaming her being naked. Definitely, she was naked.

With my mother's big tit resting on my naked chest, my cock throbbed and ached for her. My Mom's naked tit was on my chest in the way that I wished it was in the palm of my hand or in my mouth. Knowing now that I wasn't dreaming her naked, I'll be masturbating over her coming to my room naked for the rest of my life. With me seeing her naked body, even when so concealed by the dark, my future sexy dreams of her will have more realism. I so wanted to touch her but, fearing she'd leave, I was afraid. I'd rather have her continue sitting on my bed naked than have her leave my room after copping a cheap feel of her breast.

Definitely, by moving her hand across my forehead and along my cheek, if she was feeling me for a fever, I was so hot. Burning up with sexual desire for her, the fever that I had was an incestuous one. The sickness that I felt was an incurable one. The only cure, having sex with my mother was the only medicine that would relieve me from my incestuous suffering and sexually frustrating pain. I needed my mother's mouth and pussy to heal me from the unrequited, sexual love that I felt for her. If not shocked enough by her being in my room naked, she stunned me with what she said next.

"I didn't want to embarrass myself, shock you, and make you feel uncomfortable by appearing in the kitchen naked, as I thought about doing this morning when you came downstairs. I wanted to see how you'd feel about and react to seeing me naked by coming to you room naked in the dark first," she said. "If it was all a mistake for me to celebrate Nude Day with you naked, being that it's so dark in your room, there's no harm done and we could forget this ever happened."

No harm done? Forget this ever happened? Concentrating more on her naked body that the damn darkness of my room concealed, she was talking but I wasn't listening to what she was saying. Staring at her in the dark, I was trying to see more of her. Wanting to turn on the light, I didn't dare. If I was dreaming her, I didn't want to awaken. If she was really here sitting on my bed naked, I didn't want to embarrass her and spook her to leave. Whether it was a dream or real, I wanted this dream to continue and I wanted her to stay.

"Pardon? Feel about what Mom?"

Every time I called her Mom or mother, I called her Susan in my head. I love her name, five letters with two syllables, her sexy name just rolls off my lips. Susan, Susan, Susan, I love you Susan. I want you Susan.

"I wanted to celebrate the Nude Day holiday with you and was hoping that you'd celebrate the Nude Day holiday with me by getting naked with me," she said reaching over me to turn on my bedside light.

Conclusive proof that this wasn't a dream and that my mother was, indeed, naked, when she turned on the light, as if a Heavenly orb was poised over my head, her breast was right there nearly hanging in front of my mouth. Holy shit! Fuck me. So tempted to reach up and touch her big tit and finger her hard nipple before sucking my mother's breast, my Mom has beautiful boobs.

The light illuminated my mother as if she was a nude actress in a naked play and they just opened the curtain and illuminated the naked star on stage in a spotlight of sexual excitement. As if there was nothing else in my room, blinded by the naked beauty of her, all that I saw was my mother's naked body, her big boobs, her slim waist, and her naked thighs. Naked, naked, naked and sitting upon my bed, my Mom is really naked and wants to celebrate the Nude Day holiday with me by having me getting naked with her too.

Definitely, I'm dreaming but with her sitting on my bed naked, with her touching my shoulder, kissing me, feeling my face, and resting her naked breast on my chest, I'm not dreaming. She's really here in my room with me and she's naked. None of this about Nude Day and her wanting to celebrate the Nude holiday with me was ever in my reoccurring dream. If I am dreaming her naked, then this is a totally new dream.

I stared at her naked breasts that were at eye level and mere inches away from my horny hand. I stared at her areolas and nipples while wanting to finger them before sucking them. Fuck me! Are you kidding me? My mother is naked and wants to celebrate Nude Day with me naked too. No way! Having a hard time wrapping my brain around something that I always wanted to see and wanted to do with my mother, get naked with her, this can't be happening. Definitely, I'm still dreaming but she's still here sitting on my bed naked.

With the glow from my lamp lighting up my bedroom enough for me to get a good look of her naked body, as if an Angel that had descended from Heaven above to flash me her naked body on Nude Day, she had a Heavenly glow, and a spiritual aura about her. She was so beautiful. She was so sexy. I looked at my mother as if she was my personal Angel basking in my bedside light and just waiting for me to touch her, feel her, hold her, and make love to her. No doubt about it, she was naked alright and there they were, her big, beautiful breasts just waiting for me to touch them, fondle them, caress them, and suck them. I looked down at her and I could see her trimmed, blonde pussy just waiting for me to finger her and lick her before fucking her.

'I love you Mom,' I wanted to say but didn't. 'I love you Susan,' I wanted to say but didn't say that either. Speechless from staring at my mother's naked body, I couldn't speak. Besides, there were no words that could convey what I was feeling. Actions were the only way that I could show my mother that I shared her desire to get naked and celebrate the Nude Day holiday with her. Only is all that she wants to do is to get naked or does she want sex too? I didn't know. I had no idea.

With my chances now better than ever, with her already in my room naked, and with me no longer running the risk of offending her by getting naked with her and touching her and feeling her, suddenly the prospect of having sex with my mother exploded from sexual fantasy to reality. From dream state to awake state, with my pulse racing, my heart beating, and my cock hardening, I was raring to go. Going from being naked to having sex, was having sex on Nude Day the next logical progression? Only, this was my mother and not some incestuous whore.

Moreover, today was Nude Day and not incestuous sex day. Nude Day is just an expression about getting naked and not having sex with my mother. It would be wrong for me to solicit sex from my mother when she just wanted to celebrate the Nude Day holiday naked with me. How could I be so stupid? How could I allow my incestuous lust for my mother interfere with her innocent albeit fun?

Nonetheless the naked holiday, an incestuous fantasy come true, forget about having sex with my mother for a minute, how many sons get to see their mothers naked? How many sons get naked with their mothers? Obviously, despite being the lucky son-of-a-bitch bastard that I was, there's something seriously wrong with me to even think about having sex with my mother when all she's obviously doing is expressing herself on the nude holiday by getting naked? Needing to be more mature and more cosmopolitan in thought and in action, European mothers frequently walk around naked in front of their sons and go to nude beaches together. Sunning themselves on the sand before frolicking in the water with their naked sons, I need to stop thinking about having sex with my mother and just enjoy the naked Nude Day show. 

If just to ask me a question that she could have asked me over breakfast, I wondered what was her intention of coming to my room naked so late? As if I'm not crazy enough with incestuous, forbidden lust for her, is she crazy teasing me, her son, with her naked body by coming to my bedroom and sitting on my bed at this late hour under the pretense of wanting to ask me if I'd celebrate Nude Day with her? How dare she come to my room naked! Yet, glad that she did, I didn't know why or even care why she came to me at that stroke of midnight hour without her clothes.

Was she in my bedroom just to celebrate the Nude Day holiday with me naked or did she want to have sex with me before celebrating the Nude Day holiday with me naked? I didn't know. Suspecting while hoping for the best sexy scenario, I choose that she came to my room naked on the pretense of wanting to ask me to celebrate Nude Day with her because she wanted to have sex with me. Nonetheless my wishfully hopeful thinking, I really was clueless why she was sitting on my bed naked. Still waiting for her to make the first move, even though she had by coming to my room naked, I was still afraid to cross the incestuous line by touching and feeling her naked body. I'm such a loser.

Maybe she didn't want to celebrate the Nude Day holiday with me at all but was using that as just an excuse to get naked and to show me her nude body. Maybe needing to know if I'm as sexually interested in having sex with her as she obviously is wanting to have sex with me by stripping herself naked, maybe she's waiting for me to make the next move. Maybe she wants me to touch and feel her as much as I want to touch and feel her. Maybe she really does want to have sex with me. Then, again, maybe she doesn't want to have sex with me but just wants to flash me and tease me in the way she's been doing for years. No doubt knowing that I'm always masturbating, perhaps even suspecting that I masturbate over her, maybe she's showing me her naked body as my birthday, masturbation gift. I'd be happy with seeing my mother naked as my birthday, masturbation gift, that is, if only she'd masturbate me. How hot would that be for her to masturbate me and allow me to touch her and feel her while she's naked?

Whatever the reason for her to be in my room naked and sitting on my bed, I didn't care. One step at a time, I was just glad she was sitting there beside me without her clothes. Thrilled that she was finally showing me all of her body instead of just bits and pieces of her panties in up skirts and her pussy in up nightgowns, her brassiere in down blouses and her tits in down nightgowns, maybe this is the first step in a long and happy, incestuous relationship. There I go again thinking about having sex with my mother, instead of taking it for what it is, all so innocent. Maybe getting naked and asking me to get naked with her too is just her way of celebrating Nude Day.

Then, I thought and excited by the thought, maybe we're having a Nude Day party, a combination naked Nude Day, surprise, birthday party. As she said, not wanting to shock me by having me walk downstairs in the morning to find her standing in the kitchen naked, maybe her being in my room naked is the prelude to the naked, Nude Day, surprise, birthday party. I'd love to have a surprise, naked birthday party. Maybe she's invited people over to join in the naked Nude Day fun. For sure, so long as I was the only male there, I wouldn't mind seeing my Aunt, some of my sexy, female cousins, and even my grandmother naked. Thinking of myself naked and dancing as if I was a CFNM dancer in a room full of naked, female relatives, there I go thinking about sex again.

Nonetheless, if my mother's Nude Day agenda is all so innocent or all so nasty, I'd love to have an incestuous, Nude Day gangbang with my female relatives and with me the only male in attendance. Maybe in addition to our female relatives, she's invited some of her sexy, female friends to the my Nude Day, surprise, birthday party too. Now that I know about the surprise, birthday party, not much of a surprise, it still would be a big surprise to see my all of my female relatives and all of her female friends naked.

Naked, naked, naked. Wow! In the way that I've always wanted to have sex with my mother, just as I've always wanted to have sex with some of my female relatives, I've always wanted to have sex with some of her girlfriends. So long as my mother was there to watch me in action and participate by getting naked too, a dream come true, I'd go along with whatever she wanted me to do. Not a party pooper, this was my surprise birthday party after all.

Something that I'd never suggest to her but always wanted to do, here she was wanting to celebrate the Nude Day holiday with me by getting naked with me and all that I could think about was having sex with my mother, my relatives, and her friends. So perversely perverted, I'm so twisted. Surely, unless we were girlfriend and boyfriend, lovers, and/or a married couple, being naked and having sex doesn't go hand and hand with the Nude Day holiday festivities and combination birthday party or does it?

Having never celebrated the Nude Day holiday but always wanting to celebrate the Nude Day holiday, I didn't know the correct Nude Day protocol. Just an expression of us returning to our roots of being born naked and without all the pretenses of wearing clothes, forget about Nude Day, the only thing that now went through my horny mind was having incestuous sex with my mother. Surely, my mother wasn't in my room for sex but just to celebrate my birthday naked for Nude Day. Right?

What's wrong with me? Why am I so twisted for me to ruin her Nude Day holiday naked fun by thinking about having sex with my MILF of a mother? It's always about incestuous sex with me. Isn't it enough that I'm seeing my mother naked and that she'll be seeing me naked too? After this Nude Day holiday is over, I'll have enough fodder to masturbate over this day for the rest of my life. 

"Mom you're so beautiful," I said staring at her and unable to remove my eyes from her big tits.

As my way to make sure that I wasn't dreaming this, I so wanted to touch them, feel them, fondle them, caress them, and suck them, but I didn't dare touch my mother in that sexually inappropriate way, even if she was sitting on my bed naked. For sure, I'd ruin her naked, Nude Day celebration by making the holiday an incestuous, sexual one. She's still my mother and I'm still her son. Trusting me to respect her, honor her, and behave, how could I possibly ruin her trust by sexually violating her? 

Nonetheless my honorable intentions, I so wanted to suck her big nipples. Only, not wanting to prematurely ruin everything, I'd be happy getting a big hug from her while we were naked together later. I could only imagine her big, naked breasts squished against my naked chest while my hard cock poked her soft belly as if I was trying to have sex with her bellybutton. Maybe tonight, after her impromptu nude day party is over and we're alone, she'd be drunk enough that we could have sex. Happy with just a blowjob or even a hand job, we didn't have to have sexual intercourse to satisfy my need to have sex with my mother.

"Get naked with me Charlie," she said resting her hand on my naked chest. "In the way that you're seeing my naked body, I want to see your beautiful body too," she said removing my sheet.

Get naked with her? Did my mother just ask me to get naked? My mother wants to see my beautiful body. That's what she said. Too focused on staring at her tits, I was having trouble understanding what she was saying but she didn't have to ask me twice to get naked. Something that I always wanted to do, get naked in front of my mother, only suddenly, filled with panic that this was real and not one of my reoccurring dreams, fearing what would happen next, I was afraid to get naked with my mother.




Mother's Nude Day Nightmare Ch. 01



This is it. Isn't it? Is this it, the point of no return? Is this the next step over the incestuous line or is this just my mother wanting to celebrate Nude Day by getting naked? I still didn't know. I still had no idea.

As soon as she pulled off my sheet, wearing only boxer shorts, she stared at my erection that tented my underwear. Figuring if her intention was to have sex with my naked body, I figured she'd touch my cock through my underwear and fondle my erection through the thin, cotton material. Yet, instead of touching me, she slowly pulled down by boxers.

As if my Mom stripping me happened in slow motion, I watched her eyes widen when she saw the top of my public hair and then the base of my cock. Lower and lower she pulled down my boxers slower and slower as I lifted my hips to give her full access to my body. Watching my mother stare at me was something that I always imagined and masturbated over for years. Once my cock was free from my underwear, my prick sprung to life to show her how much I wanted her. Just as my mother was naked before me, I was now naked before her. Naked, naked, naked, we were both naked.

"Sorry Mom," I said covering my erection with my hand.

"There's no need to be sorry Charlie. You have a beautiful penis," she said moving my hand from my nakedness while staring at my cock.

My mother was staring at my cock. Something that I always wanted her to do and imagined her doing while I masturbated over the thoughts of her staring at my cock, I couldn't believe she was staring at my cock. Already having an erection from dreaming about my mother naked and now seeing my mother naked and with her seeing me naked too, my cock grew even harder. Touch me Mommy, I wanted to say but I didn't dare. Take my hard prick in your soft hand Susan, I wanted to say but I didn't say that either.

Yet, in the way she was so focused on my erection and staring at my cock, she didn't have to touch me for me to know that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. What was happening now with the both of us naked and with her staring at me in the way that I was staring at her, was plenty good enough for me. My sexual fantasy come true, I watched my mother's eyes looking down at me and staring at my pulsating prick before looking up at me to make eye contact. I'll be masturbating over this moment forever.

I was stunned. I was shocked. Unable to wrap my brain around my mother sitting on my bed naked with me naked too, as if a peace had come over me that resided beneath my obvious sexual excitement, I was so happy that we were sharing this intimate albeit incestuous moment. So sexually aroused but calm at the same time, I was at a loss what to do next other than to continue to stare at her beautiful, naked body.

"Mom? What are you doing?"

"What does it look like I'm doing?" She looked up at me with her big, blue eyes and smiled. "I'm celebrating Nude Day while looking at my naked son on his twenty-third birthday," she said with a soft smile. "You're so beautiful," she said.

I watched her stare at me while I stared at her. Her nipples were erect and figuring she was sexually aroused, I didn't think she was cold. If anything, she was hot, as hot as I was. If anything, in the way she was staring at me, she was just as sexually aroused as I was. Only, instead of just staring at me, I wished she'd touch me and feel my engorged prick. Then, as if reading my horny mind, she did what I hoped she'd do. While still staring at my swollen cock, she reached her hand out to toy with the head of my prick with her fingertips. Disbelieving that this was really happening, my mother was touching my cock.

"Mom," was all that I could say. 

My mother just touched my prick. I watched her toy with the head of my penis with her fingertips. A sexual fantasy come true, I can't even remember how many times I've masturbated over my mother not only seeing and staring at my cock but also feeling my cock. So this is it. This is really it. This is what it feels like for her to touch me, stroke me, and masturbate me. As if she was an Angel with her Heavenly touch, my mother gently fondled my penis in the way that no woman has ever touched me. Wow! 

"You're so beautiful," she said again while taking my erection in her hand this time. As if my cock was something pricelessly expensive, she lifted my cock and wrapped her fingers around me. She slowly stroked me to an even harder erection while staring at my prick before smiling up at me. By the look on her face she was just as excited touching me as I was excited having her touch me.

Good God, my incestuous dreams have all come true. As if she was my Queen and I was her Prince, my mother, the love of my life and the queen of my being, was giving me a Heavenly hand job. I couldn't count how many times I fantasized about this very moment while masturbating. If it wasn't enough that my mother was staring at my cock, I couldn't believe my mother was holding my cock, fondling my cock, and stroking at my cock. I couldn't believe my mother took my cock in her hand and wrapped her beautiful fingers around me as if I was her man and she was my woman. Needing to continue to watch her stroking me, I couldn't believe my mother was masturbating me. Pussy for cock, I wondered if she'd allow me to masturbate her too later.

Looking from my swollen prick to look up at her while watching her staring down at me, I thought of all the times that I purposely exposed my flaccid cock to her. Seeing me for only a split second, as if inherently knowing it was wrong to stare and to want me in the way that I obviously wanted her, she always turned her head away. Now, here she is staring at my erection in the way that I always imagined her staring at my erection while fondling me and stroking me. I thought of all the times I wished she'd masturbate me while I masturbated myself over the thoughts of having sex with her.

Always accidentally on purpose, flashing her my flaccid cock while hoping she'd take the hint, I thought of all the times she barged in my bedroom without knocking. Was she trying to see me naked as much as I wanted to show her my naked body? After a while, knowing that she'd barge in on me and timing it so, wanting to give her a real naked show of my body, especially my cock, I stood there naked while pretending that I was getting dressed. 

"That feels so good Mom. Don't stop stroking me," I said wanting to cum for my mother while hoping that she'd want to see me cum. "Please don't stop."

I wondered if she'd masturbate me to completion. I wondered if she'd ejaculate me. Shooting my warm, oozy load all over her, I wondered if she'd allow me to cum all over her gorgeous breasts before coating her hand. I couldn't wait to see my cum covering my mother. Then, I thought about what every man would love his mother to do. Being that she was lovingly stroking me while lovingly staring at me, I wondered if she'd lean down, take my cock in her mouth, and suck me. If she did feel horny enough and inspired enough to suck me, would she allow me to cum in her beautiful mouth? Would she swallow? With her lips pulled tightly across my prick, I'd love to see my hard, hairy cock buried in my mother's mouth.

"Don't worry Charlie. I won't stop," she said giving me a motherly smile while looking up at me and stroking me faster. "Think of me giving you a hand job as my sexy treat for your birthday. Happy birthday Charlie," she said leaning down to give me another kiss.

Being the ungrateful son that I am, I much would have preferred a Nude Day blowjob to a birthday hand job. Yet, not wanting to ruin things by expecting too much from her too soon, I'd never forsake a hand job for an imagined blowjob from my mother.

"Thank you Mother," I said.

This time, not about to miss another opportunity to French kiss my mother, I parted her lips and touched her tongue with mine but uncomfortable French kissing my mother, afraid she'd stop masturbating me, I pulled away to watch her continue to masturbate me. Instead, not taking no for an answer, she's the one who French kissed me when she leaned forward, turned my head to her, and impaled my mouth with her tongue. I couldn't believe that I was making out with my mother. Kissing and kissing her while she continued stroking my prick, I couldn't get enough of her lips. As soon as she French kissed me, she was making me so hot.

"I want you to cum," she said finally pulling away from my lips and as if reading my mind. She sat up and puffed out her chest to give me a better view of her naked breasts. "I love feeling your sexual excitement for me in my hand. Your cock is so big and so hard Charlie," she said with sexual excitement. "A long time since I've had a hard cock in my hand, I love your big prick son. I love holding your hard prick in my hand," she said pausing with her mind drifting away and her grip on my cock lessening.

"What? What is it mother? What's wrong?"

"Wishing I had married someone younger instead of marrying someone so much older, I'm only saddened that we haven't done something like this years ago," she said with sadness.

"Mother, I had no idea."

So excited by the prospect of a longer lasting, incestuous relationship, the knowledge that my mother wanted me as much as I wanted her floored me. Even though I wished she did, I never thought my mother shared my lust.

"Needing your comfort, if only just a hug while naked, I needed you in my bed. I've been so lonely since your father died," she said looking at me with her big blue eyes that made me want to kiss her and I did.

"I love you Mom," I said meaning it more than she knew. 

"And I love you Charlie," she said returning my passion with her kiss.

"I love you Susan," I said feeling more comfortable calling her Susan than calling her Mom.

"All those times that you barged in my bedroom on the chance of seeing me naked," she said paused to give me a knowing smile that told me that my mother knew that we no longer had any secrets between us. "Sometimes, I'd purposely stand there naked while waiting for you to push open my door and bolt in my room. I acted surprised and embarrassed when you saw all that you saw of me, when I wasn't surprised and/or embarrassed."

"I always wanted to kiss you, touch you, hold you, and feel you," I said figuring since she was confessing her feelings to me, that I'd confess my feelings to her.

"If only to talk and to hold one another," she said pausing again, "after you seeing me naked, I always imagined you returning to my bedroom later that night," she said looking at me and smiling. Twirling her long, blonde hair in curls, she played with her hair with one hand as she played with the head of my cock with her other hand while pausing in her words again. "This may be wrong for a mother to say to her son but, after your father died," she said looking up at me with an amorous look that I've never seen on my mother's face before. "In my darkest hour of need and as a huge comfort to me, I wouldn't have rejected your sexual advances but welcomed them."

Me too Mom, I wanted to say but didn't. Afraid to say anything stupid to ruin the moment and with her still stroking me, the least that I could do, I wanted to cum for my mother. If only I knew then what I know now. Always so immature around my mother, I thought of all the times that I stole up skirt views of my mother's panties and up nightgown views of her pussy. I thought of all the times that I stole down blouse views of her bra and cleavage and down nightgown views of her tits.

Now I wondered how many of those up skirt, up nightgown, down blouse, and down nightgown views were serendipitously accidental or purposely planned by her. Never figuring that she'd want to show me her naked body as much as I wanted to see her naked body, I thought of all the times that I barged in her bedroom without knocking while hoping that I'd catch her indisposed and see her topless, bottomless, or naked. Now way beyond that childishness, a sexual fantasy come true, here she was sitting on my bed naked while masturbating me and confessing to me how she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

"May I?"

Asking her permission, I didn't want her to stop masturbating me for the sake of me groping her breast. Yet, with all that she's already shown me of her naked body and confessed to me, not waiting for her to answer my question and not wanting to hear her say no to my request, I filled my hand with her big breast. So big and so soft, yet so firm, being the breast man that I am, I always wanted to see and feel her big breasts. I love my mother's big tits. Even though I felt breasts as big and as heavy as her breasts, feeling her breasts were different. As if feeling the breasts of a celebrity, someone famous that I've lusted over for years, these were my mother's breasts. 

"Play with my nipples Charlie," she said encouraging me instead of rejecting me. "It's been so long since anyone has touched me in that salaciously sensuous way," she said looking down at my hand while watching my fingers fingering her nipples as if I was unlocking the safe to my mother's sexuality. 

"I love your big nipples Mom. I can't wait to suck them," I said hoping she wouldn't get mad at me for admitting that I wanted to suck her big tits while hoping my words would excite her.

Being that I was her son and shared some of the same DNA, maybe my Mom enjoyed dirty pillow talk as much as I did. I watched her nipples grow big and hard between my fingers. Was her sexual excitement from only my touch or from my words too or a combination of both? Being that I was so sexually excited having my sexy way with my mother, I imagined she was equally as sexually excited having her wicked way with her son. My sexual fantasy come true, I couldn't wait to take my mother's nipples in my mouth. 

"I'd love for you to suck my nipples Charlie," she said wrapping her hand around my neck and pulling me to her.

As if her voice was from another world, as if I was thinking all that she was saying, the sound of her musical voice was titillating music to my ears. Wanting to make a lasting memory by not rushing the moment, I took one of my mother's tits in my mouth while fingering her other nipple. I sucked one before sucking and fingering the other. Taking my time with both of her breasts while fondling them and caressing them, I couldn't believe I was finally sucking my mother's tits while nibbling on her nipples.

"Yes, yes, that's right Charlie. Bite them. Bite my nipples Charlie. I like that. Pull them, turn them, and twist them. Don't be afraid to do that to Mommy's nipples. You won't hurt me. Being a little rough with my nipples arouses me. Mommy likes it when you bite and finger her nipples like that," she said pausing as if thinking better of what she was about to say next.

"Okay Mommy," I said willing to play her sexy game by going with her dialogue.

Besides, being that I was with my mother naked, calling her Mommy was more sexually arousing than calling her Mom, Mother, or Susan. In the way that calling her Mommy unlocked my incestuous passion for her, perhaps calling her Mommy unlocked her sexual passion for me because she surprised me with what she said next.

"If you continue playing with my nipples," she said pausing to give me a sexy smile. "I swear, I'll suck your cock," she said leaning down to me to whisper her sexual desire and that tidbit of incestuous information in my ear. 

Suck my cock? What did my mother just say? As if she was alone in her room while masturbating over me and talking to herself, I couldn't believe my mother wants to suck my cock. Shocked and excited, I couldn't believe that my Mom wants to suck my cock. My mother wants to blow me. Holy shit! I thought of all the times I masturbated over my mother while imagining her on her knees with my big, hard, hairy cock buried in her beautiful mouth while she stared up at me with her big, blue eyes. A sexy sight so exciting to see, watching her watch me while blowing me is an image that I can't wait to experience.

Music to my horny ears, for my mother to ask me to play with her nipples, feel her tits, and suck her nipples, she didn't have to ask me twice or even reward me by giving me a blowjob. I loved fondling her big tits while fingering and sucking her nipples. My horny, incestuous hands were all over her big tits and my mouth sucked and bit her nipples, while my fingers pulled, turned, and twisted her nipples. Not really knowing what exploring my mother's naked body had to do with Nude Day, as she held my cock in her hand and stroked me, I really didn't care. So glad that she came to my room naked, all I knew was that I was having sex with my mother on my birthday.

Not really believing that she'd really suck me, I wondered if I asked her nicely later, after she masturbated me, if she'd blow me. Maybe after my imagined combination Nude Day, surprise, birthday party was over and after all of our female relatives and all of her female friends left, finally alone with her and with her drunk enough, maybe she'd suck my cock. Yet, afraid to ask her or remind her to suck my cock later, she's the one who's already mentioned sucking my cock after all. It isn't as if I was forcing her to do anything that she didn't want to do. Apparently for her to suck me, all I had to do was to play with her nipples.

Not understanding my reticence to embrace my mother and reciprocate her sexual aggressiveness by her coming to my room naked for, I was still afraid to embark upon an incestuous relationship with her. Yet, with me being the innocent one, she's the one who willingly walked in my room naked unannounced when I was the one who always wanted to walk in her room naked but didn't dare. She's the one who asked me to get naked with her in celebration of Nude Day. She's the one who volunteered to give me a hand job as my birthday gift while I ogled her naked body and she ogled mine. If only I had known she would have welcomed my sexual advances. If only I had known she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I've wasted so much time by not making my sexual feelings known to my mother.

Now with my horny hands filled with my mother's tits, forget about the hand job that she was still giving me, after she confessed that she'd suck my cock if I continued playing with her nipples, my brain was filled with the thought of my mother blowing me. While masturbating myself to the sexy fantasy of cumming in my mother's mouth, I've always imagined my mother on her knees and sucking my cock. Whenever she's sitting across from me, every time I look at her lips, I've always imagined her looking up at me with my cock filling her beautiful mouth. Wanting to watch her swallow me, I've always wanted to fill her mouth with my semen.

Hoping beyond hope, if she did blow me, I wondered if she'd allow me to cum in her mouth. I wondered if she'd swallow my cum. I wondered if she'd allow me to make love to her before fucking her, really fucking her. Not knowing where this was going, happy just to see my mother naked and for her to masturbate me, all that I knew was that this was the first step to a beautiful, loving, long lasting, incestuous mother and son, sexual relationship. Today was the best day of my life.

"Happy birthday to me. I love Nude Day. I love my mother. I love you Susan," I said out loud for no one to hear while I continued stroking my cock and thinking of my mother naked.

Alas, as soon as I opened my eyes and my mother wasn't there, I realized it was just a dream, but the best, damn, sexy dream that I ever had of my mother. I knew as soon as I opened my eyes that I had been having my reoccurring sexual fantasy about having sex with my mother. Only, this time, as if it really happened, perhaps by incorporating Nude Day and my birthday, my dream felt so real. Already late for work, I overslept again. Nonetheless my tardiness, I needed to masturbate. I need a sexual release.




Mother's Nude Day Nightmare Ch. 01



With this being my 23rd birthday and Nude Day, glad that I decided to take the day off from work and, being that I was already late for work again today, I'm glad that I had the forethought to take today off yesterday. In the back of my mind, accepting my dream as if it was my premonition of what was to happen, I wondered if what I dreamt about my mother last night purposely flashing me and wanting me to come to her room was really how she felt. As if my dream gave me insight to how my mother felt, I wondered if she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I wondered if she'd get naked with me for Nude Day. I wondered if she'd have sex with me.

To be continued...



Mother's Nude Day Nightmare Ch. 02



Charlie's birthday wish of having sex with his mother comes true. Only now he no longer wants her.

My name is Charlie and always wanting to have sex with my mother, Susan, I've always had a sexual attraction to my mother. Who wouldn't? She's gorgeous. Yet, more than just an incestuous attraction, I love my mother. I really love my mother, I do. If she wasn't my mother, I'd marry her if she'd accept my marriage proposal.

Being that I was so very horny and with Nude Day as my cover for me to put my grand plan in play, I decided to take the next, bold step across the forbidden, albeit imaginary, incestuous line. As part of the seduction of my mother, I decided to use Nude Day as my excuse and my reason to brazenly and purposely expose my erect cock to my mother. An incestuously exciting plan, I had no idea the dilemma I'd have once making my sexual intentions known to my mother.

Tired of flashing her my flaccid penis and with her not interested in me in the way that I'm interested her, she barely looks at my cock when I'm flashing her. For me to continue my seduction of my mother, I needed to know if she's as interested in having sex with me as I want to have sex with her. I needed to know what her reaction would be to seeing my erection. 

Quite normal for a son to be sexually attracted to his mother, especially someone who looks like my Mom, over the years and especially recently, embarrassed albeit sexually aroused to write this, but I've done more than just masturbate over my mother. Subtly simmering her libido before bringing her to a slow burn and then a boil, I've been trying to seduce my mother. Hugging her, lovingly touching her, and kissing her albeit without tongues, my incestuous attraction has developed into more than just a mother and son relationship and more than just a son being sexually attracted to his mother. 

No longer just an innocent sexual fantasy as it was all just on my part in the beginning, being that I'm now a mature man and no longer a horny teenager, I want more than just masturbating over up skirts and down blouses of her. In the way that I wanted my Mommy then when I was a child, now that I'm a grown man, I want my mother in the way that I want any other woman, physically, emotionally, and sexually. In the way that a man loves a woman, I'm in love with a woman who happens to be my mother. There, out in the open, I've written it.

After spending years of frustratingly thinking of ways to seduce my mother, ever since I was an 18-year-old high school senior, it all finally happened just after my college graduation. With the economy still in a recession and with there still no jobs, I was 23-years-old and still living at home with my 41-year-old, MILF of a single mother. Feeling a little bit like Benjamin, Dustin Hoffman's character in the graduate, especially when lazing around by the swimming pool, I felt like such a loser, especially when alone in my bedroom and masturbating over the thoughts of having sex with my mother.

What's wrong with me to want to have sex with my mother? Rather than spending tens of thousands of dollars in having a psychiatrist analyze me while on his couch every week for years, chalking up my sexual attraction to my mother to me being an incestuous pervert, I didn't understand my sexual attraction to my mother, until I realized I was in love. I was in love with my mother. When I realized that the reason why I wanted her was because I loved her, suddenly, peeling away the self-imposed label of perversion, I felt more normal. I felt free. I felt happy. Suddenly, I felt that it was okay for me to want to have a sexual, love affair with my mother, ergo my seduction of my mother.

When I wasn't feeling guilty about trying to seduce my mother, feeling sorry for myself that I couldn't get my mother in my bed, the least of my problems, things could be worse. I could be homeless. Things could be worse. I could be poor. Things could be worse. My Mom could be fat and ugly, but she's not. She's a MILF and I'm lucky to have someone who looks like her in my life, even if she's not in my bed and even if she's my mother and not my sexy lover. Yet, things could be so very much better, I imagined, after bedding my Mom. Nonetheless my sexual desire for my mother and my yearning to have sex with her, I had no idea how bad things could be after bedding my Mom until after we started our incestuous affair.

Having spent years of trying to seduce my mother and finally with her agreeing to have sex with me, timing is everything. Along my incestuous road, my mother could have turned me down and lambasted me for wanting to have sex with her but she didn't. A sexually understanding and loving woman, therein lies the problem. If only I had known what would happen once I started her sexual engine, I may have had second thoughts about lusting over her, teasing her, and tempting her before finally seducing her. Accepting full responsibility, it was all my fault to convince her to go to bed with me. After getting my Nude Day, birthday wish, not taking care in what I wished for, I'm the one to blame for all that happened. With my life about to be ruined because of the lust that I felt and acted upon for my mother, the grand fiasco was all my fault.

An incestuous sexual fantasy come true, I thought I'd be happy that my mother was giving me sex but the whole incestuous, love affair turned sour and blew up in my face last year on Nude Day. At the same time that my mother was warming to the idea of having sex with me, I found a girlfriend, Julie, who accepted me for who I am, unemployed and living at home while sexually lusting over my mother. Coming all together at the same time, once we went from mother and son to lovers and once we fell in love, strange as it may seem, I fell in love with Julie, the true love of my life. With her not wanting to settle for being the other woman, my mother suddenly became the other woman in a sexual triangle. Now so complicated, I never would have figured that angle of a love triangle and I wished I had never started the incestuous, sexual affair with my mother. With most men's sexual fantasy to have sex with their mother but not for their mother to become the other woman, now I'm the center link in a sexual triangle between my MILF of a mother, Susan, and my hot girlfriend, Julie. 

"Woe is me. What am I going to do? What do I do now? Woe is me."

I should have been more careful for what I wished for on my birthday last year because I got my wish. My wish, of course, was to have sex with my mother. I didn't know that I was going to meet Julie. Had I known that Julie would be such a big part of my life so soon, I never would have began a sexual affair with my mother.

Unable to say no to my mother and her to say no to me when it came to sex, going from my incestuous sexual fantasy to my sexual reality, she soon became my incestuous, sexual nightmare that may sabotage my love affair with my girlfriend, Julie, the love of my life. Julie is the woman I want to marry. Julie is the woman that I truly love in the way that a man should love a woman and not his mother. Yet, with my Mom so possessively jealous and needy, I feel as if I'm cheating on my mother to have an intimate relationship and sex with my girlfriend. Not a good way to begin and develop a long lasting love relationship, definitely and admittedly, I'm cheating on my girlfriend to continue to have sex with my Mom. When I wished to have sex with my mother, I never thought that this would be my reality but it is.

Back and forth in my guilt and emotions, when going to bed with my mother, I feel as if I'm cheating on my girlfriend to have sex with my mother. When going to bed with Julie, I feel as if I'm such a foul man to continue having sex with my mother when I have someone like Julie in my life. When I'm in bed with one or the other, perhaps because the sex is so amazing, I'm guiltless and everything is beautiful. Temporarily delaying my feelings of being so sexually depraved for me to continue to have sex with my mother, my guilt begins as soon as the kissing, licking, sucking, and fucking stops. 

"What am I going to do? I feel so guilty. I'm such a cad. Only, now that I'm up to my neck in incestuous sex with my mother, I don't know how to end our sexual relationship without hurting her by rejecting her for Julie."

Now that I'm enjoying a normal sexual relationship that's not an incestuous one with a woman that I love, happy with my girlfriend and getting all of the sex I need from Julie, I don't want my mother, Susan, in that sexual way anymore. Moreover, even though my mother knows that I'm having sexual relations with Julie, I don't want my girlfriend to know that I had and am still having sex with my mother. I don't want my girlfriend to know that we still routinely sleep in the same, king-sized bed. She'd dump me for sure if she knew that I was having an incestuous, sexual affair with my mother. Bad enough that I still live at home and don't have a real job, other than the part-time job that I have, I can only imagine what she'd think of me if she knew my Mom was sucking me, I was licking her, and we were fucking. A sad and shocking state of affairs, I should start from the beginning.

* * * * *

Even though it's been on my mind for so long, I've been trying to seduce my mother for five, long, frustrating years, since I turned 18-years-old and became of legal age to make my own decisions, financial and otherwise. My journey into the dark side and the Devil's playground, when immersed in the perverse world of mother and son incestuous sex, all started last year on Nude Day, my 23rd birthday. Happy birthday to me has gradually turned into woe is me. What have I done?

If only I could turn back time, I never would have slept with my mother. Not that it was a bad sexual experience, it wasn't. It was amazing. A kind, caring, and generous lover, my mother gave me the best sex I've ever had, even better sex than what I first received from Julie, but I'm in love with my girlfriend now. I want my girlfriend, Julie, over my mother, Susan. Afraid to reject one for the other and afraid that I'll lose both if I confess my feelings to one, the other, or both, I don't know how to handle my sticky situation and break this forbidden triangle of love and sex.

No doubt it all started because I was bored, horny, and had too much time on my hands while perusing mother and son pornography sites. In watching all of those incestuously exciting videos of sons having sex with their mothers and mothers seducing their sons, I was suddenly horny for my mother in the way that I've never been horny for my mother before, not that I was never horny for my mother. I've always been horny for my mother. I truly love my mother but not in the normal way that a son should love his mother.

Yet, this day, Nude Day, for some reason was different. After having the best incestuous dream that I ever had where she came to my room naked, sat on my bed, and gave me a hand job while I felt her tits, played with her nipples, and we kissed, I was the horniest I've ever been to have sex with my mother. Not believing it was a dream until I opened my eyes, so real, too real to be a dream, I thought it had all really happened. Years of lusting over her finally came to a head and, willing to risk everything, our mother and son relationship, even at the peril of her kicking me out of her house, I needed to make my sexual desire for her known. I needed to know if she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

A good ruse or so I thought, being that my birthday was on Nude Day and thinking that women are just as enamored with seeing a cock as men are seeing a pussy, I decided to celebrate the Nude Day holiday and my birthday by flashing my mother my erect prick. Going from there and taking my lead from her by her always flashing me up skirts, up nightgowns, down blouses, and down nightgowns, I was more than curious to see her reaction to seeing my erection. Happy birthday to me. Finally, I was going to flash her my erection in the way that she's been flashing me her pussy and tits.

Would she look at my cock? Would she stare at my cock? Would she reach out to touch my cock or would she look away? Would she be happy and sexually aroused seeing my erection or would she be angry and upset with me? Never talking to my mother in a disrespectful and/or inappropriate way, I always wanted to get down, dirty, and sexual with her. I've always wanted to strip her naked and make love to her before fucking her, really fucking her.

'What do you think of my cock Mom? Look at my stiff prick? Do you like it? Would you like to hold it, suck it, and fuck it?' I imagined asking her all of those perverse, incestuous questions while naked, masturbating, and practicing all that I'd say to her in my mirror. 

I imagined filling her hand with my cock before filling her mouth and her pussy with my erection. Sounding good to me and seemingly a good plan at the time, a brazen first move on my part across the forbidden, incestuous line, I remember the day that I flashed my mother my erect cock as if it was yesterday. Only, little did I know at the time, unleashing my beast, so to speak, literally and figuratively, was much like opening Pandora's Box from Greek mythology.

Without a doubt, if we were Greek, I'd be wanting to have anal sex with my mother. Even not being Greek, I'd love to fuck my Mom up her ass. To be honest, I'd be happy with just a blowjob while playing with her big tits and fingering her hard nipples. Figuring our having sex would be a onetime thing, I never knew just flashing my mother, Susan, my erection would begin a long, sexual relationship of me sleeping in my mother's bed every night while still dating and having sex with my girlfriend, Julie.

Yet, I made my sexual intentions known to my mother, I was no longer able to close the box to stop the metaphor from morphing more in my mind and interfering with my love affair with Julie. I no longer could contain the incestuous feelings that I felt for my mother once I so blatantly exposed myself to her and she exposed herself to me. An incestuous, virginal victim and a slave to my incestuous desire for my mother, I willingly went along with the idea of having sex with my mother, that is, so long as she agreed to have sex with me too. So very exciting in the beginning, in hindsight, honestly, never did I realize that something as innocuous as flashing my mother my erect cock would have such severe and far-reaching consequences. Never considering her feelings, at the time, I was only thinking of myself.

Calling my bluff, if I had known that my mother had as much incestuous, sexual feelings for me as I had for her, perhaps I wouldn't have flashed her my cock. Unlike me with having Julie in my life, my mother had no one in her life but me, ergo the creation of our sexual triangle. Yet, because of the sexual way that I felt about my mother, had I known what would transpire, unable to control the lust that I felt for my mother, I probably still would have flashed her my erection.

In this situation, alas, woe is me, regardless of the consequences, a perverted son must do what he must do to seduce his innocent and unsuspecting mother. Apparently, just as I was under her spell, she was under mine too. Now dealing with the consequences of my incestuous, lustful, love affair for my mother, Susan, I need to find a way to reject my mother to embrace my girlfriend, Julie. To continue my love affair with Julie, tired of all the deception, I needed to have a clear conscious, something that I haven't had since our incestuous mother and son love affair started.

* * * * *

As I do every day, sometimes multiple times a day, with masturbation as routine and necessary as brushing my teeth, I was masturbating in my room over the wicked thoughts of not only exposing myself to my mother but also having sex with my mother. My Mom is so beautiful, sexy, and shapely and I'd do anything to know what it's like to feel her, fondle her, and have sex with her. Consumed by the thoughts of what it would feel like to have my cock in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy, I can't stop thinking about my mother more as my lover than as my mother. Yet, even though I routinely masturbate over the thoughts of seeing her naked and having sex with her, not even close, masturbation is not hardly the same as what I imagine having sex with her would be like. As sexually frustrated before I start masturbating over my mother, I'm sexually frustrated after I masturbate over my mother.

Other than making a fool of myself by making my sexual feelings known to her, temporarily subsiding my lust for her, masturbating while envisioning my mother's naked body is the only way that I can somewhat satisfy my lust to have sex with my mother. Only one step at a time, fearful of taking the next step across that imaginary, incestuous line, perhaps it was enough that I was masturbating over the thoughts of her naked and having sex with me while thinking about flashing my mother my erect cock. Even though I've sexually fantasized about flashing her dozens of times and even though having sex with my mother was my sexual fantasy, I really couldn't even imagine having sex with my mother. As disturbingly nasty as it was sexually exciting, I couldn't stop thinking about her naked and on her knees while sucking my cock. Never mind having sex with her, even though I'd like to know what it feels like to hold her and kiss her, another favorite fantasy of mine, even though I've kissed her so many times in my dreams, I can't imagine French kissing my mother.

As if I was a perverted flasher on the street, could I go through with blatantly flashing my mother my erection? Would I dare flash my mother my cock or would I chicken out as I've always done all of the other times I thought about purposely flashing her my erect prick? Instead of flashing her my flaccid cock and making it appear accidental as I've done so many times before, purposely flashing her my erection would be a big step. Just thinking about standing before her with my engorged prick while staring at her and watching and waiting for her reaction in seeing my cock excites me enough to make me want to masturbate again. Knowing that I wanted her and that my erect cock was caused from of the lust that I had for her, I wondered what her reaction would be to seeing my erection.

Masturbating while imagining her reaction, would she be shocked by the sight of it? Would she look? Would she stare? Would she look away? Or would she do what I hoped she'd do? Would she reach out and touch me and stroke me before falling to her knees to suck me? Or would she be embarrassed, mortified, incensed, and angry? Just another incestuous, sexual fantasy that only happens in porn movies, I knew she'd never stare at my cock, never mind reaching out to touch me and stroke me before falling to her knees to suck me. Still enjoying the sexual fantasy of her doing all of that, my incestuous lust for my mother is the reason why I need to know how she'd react to seeing my hard prick.

Especially when in the heat of the moment of masturbating, unable to let go and carrying the imagined naked images of my mother throughout my day, going from fantasy to reality is always a problem for me. Knowing that now, what I think is normal in my head is, no doubt, not what my mother is thinking at all. Even though flashing her sounded like a good idea at the time, especially when I was feeling horny, somehow, deep down inside, I knew she wouldn't be receptive to seeing my erection. It was one thing for her to see my flaccid cock accidentally on purpose but quite another thing for her to see my erect cock when intentionally flashing her.

With her knowing full well, no doubt, the reason behind me showing her my erection, unless they were just as twisted as their son, what mother would want to see her son's hard cock? Unlike those mothers that I've watched in those incestuous videos on the internet, paid actors, no doubt, my Mom wasn't like that. My Mom wasn't the incestuous slut that I hoped she'd be with me. My Mom was wicked nice and I was lucky to have such a loving and supportive mother.




Mother's Nude Day Nightmare Ch. 02



It wasn't as if I haven't flashed her my cock before, I have. She's seen my flaccid cock plenty of times. Even though I've flashed her my mother my cock lots of times over the years by making it appear accidental, flashing her my erection intentionally was different. This time, making my sexual desire for her known by flashing her my erection, I was intent on not making my flash appear accidental, as I've always done in the past, but intentionally. Blatantly flashing her my erect cock with the intention that I wanted to have sex with her, needing to know her reaction to seeing my erect prick, I wanted her to know that I was purposely flashing her my prick. A big step, even after years of wanting to flash her my erection, with my guilt overruling my sexual excitement, I didn't know if I could go through with it.

With me taking the first step by flashing her my erect prick, for once and for all, grabbing for all of the gusto, I wanted to know if she'd take the next step with me and cross that incestuous line by staring at my cock, stroking my cock, and/or returning the favor by flashing me her naked body. Needing to take the first step, if I waited for her to make the first move, having incestuous sex with her would never happen. It was up to me to make my sexual desires for her known and on what better day to test the incestuous waters than on Nude Day, my birthday.

"Make a wish Charlie and blow out your candles," said my mother smiling up at me while leaning over my birthday cake in the way that I was.

She was wearing one of her sexy nightgowns and, when leaning forward to light my candles, as if she needed to ignite any more incestuous fire that burned deep down inside me, was giving me a clear down blouse view of her beautiful breasts. Thinking that my birthday wish was to wish that I could stick my horny hand down my mother's low cut, sheer nightgown and feel her breasts while fingering her nipples, I changed my wish from a specific one to a more general one to encompass all that I was feeling.

'I wish I could have sex with my mother,' I thought to myself before blowing out my birthday candles.

If my Mom rejected me and was angry at me for flashing her my erection, I could apologize and chalk everything up to a hormonal imbalance. She'd understand. She'd forgive me. Why wouldn't she? She's my mother.

'I'm sorry that I flashed you my erection Mom,' I imagined saying to her while standing there naked after sticking my horny hand down her open nightgown top and feeling her breasts while fingering her nipples.

'It's okay Charlie. You have a beautiful cock,' I imagined her saying while staring at my swollen prick before reaching out her hand to hold me, stroke me, and before falling to her knees to suck me.

* * * * *

Getting myself in the mood to flash her, not that I wasn't ever in the mood to flash her, I stroked myself to a huge erection. A next huge step for me to take in trying to seduce my mother by purposely showing her my erection, I thought of all of the times I peeped on her dressing and undressing while masturbating later of all that I saw of her. Unable to tell one from the other, I thought of all the times that she purposely or inadvertently flashed me. Giving her the benefit of the doubt, maybe she never deliberately flashed me in the way that I wanted her to deliberately flash me and in the way that I intentionally wanted to flash her. A big deal for me to cross the incestuous line but tired of being the one flashed, not that I'd ever tire of seeing bits and pieces of my mother's hot body, but now wanting to be the one doing the flashing, two can play that sexy game of exhibitionism and voyeurism.

In the way she always barges in on me when I'm in my bedroom, tit and pussy for cock and balls, I slowly waded in the incestuous, teasing waters by purposing flashing her my flaccid cock, until I was neck deep in my perversion for the sexual desire for my mother. A brazen move on my part, as nervous as I imagined I'd be shoplifting or do something illegal, which I never have done, I started barging in on her at the most inappropriate times, specifically when I knew she was dressing or undressing.

In the way I've seen her reaction to seeing me naked, I needed to see her reaction to me seeing her naked. Important for me to read her face, I needed to know her reactions to seeing me naked and me seeing her naked for me to continue in my seduction of my mother. I needed to know if my desire for her was mutual. Being the sneaky, degenerate son that I am, timing my moves perfectly while listening at her bedroom door, I always tried to time the precise moment to barge in her bedroom, just as she was removing her nightgown, removing her bra, or putting on her bikini.

With her large C cup breasts, flat, toned stomach, and a beautiful round, firm ass, my Mom still has a hot enough body to wear a bikini. Maybe it was just my perverse imagination but as if my timing was perfect or as if my mother knew I was about to barge in on her, I caught her naked and semi-naked more often than not. After a while, I caught her naked so often that I began to suspect that she was standing there naked while waiting for me to barge in on her in the way that I stood in my room naked while waiting for her to barge in on me. With both of us playing such a silly, striptease game of seduction, while hoping and waiting for one or the other to take the first step, obviously we were both afraid to cross the incestuous line of incest.

More than once, I caught a few, quick flashes of her tits and pussy, enough to give me more fodder to masturbate over but, with every flash I caught of her semi-naked and naked body, I wanted to see more. With every flash of her semi-naked and naked body, growing bolder, I wanted to do more to show my sexual feelings for her. I wanted to kiss her and hold her while touching and feeling her everywhere. In the way that I stared at her when I barged in her bedroom and caught her in some manner of undress, she must surely know that I want her and was purposely trying to see all that I could of her. In the way that I looked at her, stared at her, ogled her, and leered at her when I did catch her semi-naked or naked, how could she not know that I wanted her and wanted to see her naked?

Always acting as if I had an emergency and/or something really important to tell her, I opened her bedroom door with the stealth speed of a Seal Team 6 member surprising the terrorist enemy in an assault. If she was standing behind her bedroom door when I opened it with such forceful speed, I'd hit her hard with the door and would probably knock her out cold. Not to be deterred or denied by her being knocked unconscious, I masturbated over the thoughts of my mother being helplessly vulnerable when knocked out cold by her bedroom door. Taking my sexual fantasy a step further, I masturbated over all the things that I'd do to her unconscious body, the least of which would be feeling her through her clothes and peeking up her nightgown at her pussy and down her nightgown at her tits.

Being the despicable son that I am, if she was unconscious and so indisposed, would I dare touch her pussy and feel her tits? Feeling as if it was my incestuous obligation to do so to check her for injuries, while she was out cold, would I dare strip her naked? Would I dare put my cock in her lifeless hand and/or slide my cock slowly across her lips while imagining her taking me in her mouth to suck me? Maybe she'd pretend being knocked out for me to have my wicked way with her naked body. Imagining all of this while masturbating over the thoughts of my unconscious mother, making the most of the opportunity of my mother being knocked unconscious, maybe I'd lubricate her pussy with gel and make love to her unconscious body. She'd never know or would she? 

Only, what if she suddenly awakened while I was on top of her while pounding her pussy? How would I explain my making love to her if she awakened when my cock was buried deep inside her pussy? If she suddenly awakened, checking her for injuries would be my excuse to undress her and, as if using my prick as my personal probe, checking her for internal bleeding would be my reason for my cock being inside of her. If she caught me forcing my cock in her unconscious mouth, I could tell her that, unable to find the thermometer, I was just taking her temperature. Knowing none of my excuses would make any sense to her, at the time and in my horny state, they all made sense to me.

If she awakened from her unconsciousness while I was still examining her and/or having sex with her naked body, how would she react to being naked in front of her son? Would she be just as sexually excited that I was seeing her naked as I was to see her naked? Or would she be angry with me for stripping her naked and obviously taking sexual advantage of her when she was injured and helpless. Yet, thinking of all that I'd do to her helpless body if ever I found her unconscious, God forbid my mother was hurt or injured, it's just my incestuous horniness getting in the way of my commonsense. I'd never do any of those things other than to call for an ambulance.

* * * * *

Temporarily tangled up in her long, blonde, lush hair long enough for me to get the best look of her naked, sexy body, my best barging in on her moment was catching her standing by her bed with her nightgown over her face and head. Stuck on her hair clip, her nightgown was caught and it took her an extra few seconds to free herself. I only wished I had my camera with me. Totally naked and unaware that I was standing there staring at her with her bedroom door wide open, even then, it took a few, frozen seconds for her to realize that I was seeing her naked body, her round ass, her firm, C cup breasts, and her blonde, trimmed pussy.

"Wow!"

I masturbated daily, twice a day, for months over that one barging in on her moment when seeing her naked. Maybe she suspected that I'd burst in her room at the most inopportune or most fortunate time and staged her flash to appear accidental in the way that I've staged all of my flaccid cock flashes to appear accidental. Biding my time while waiting for the perfect moment, maybe she was purposely flashing me her naked body in the way that I hoped to intentionally flash her my erection soon. Whether it was accidental or intentional that my mother flasher her naked body, I didn't care. It didn't matter. What mattered more was that I just saw my mother naked. Naked, naked, naked, my mother was naked. I'll be masturbating over her naked body for the rest of my life.

"Charlie! Knock first," she said, which is what she always said while raising some article of clothing to cover her nakedness from me.

She didn't seem angry or embarrassed that I saw her naked. If anything, she seemed serendipitously surprised that I was standing there when she finally removed her nightgown from her face. I so wanted to step closer to her and to help her pull away the nightgown from her face that she now clutched in her hands to deny me from seeing anymore of her naked body. In the way that she halfheartedly scolded me for not respecting her privacy by not knocking, I enjoyed thinking that she was enticing me, teasing me, and daring me to make the next move in crossing the incestuous line. Yet, twisted in my thinking by my incestuous desire for her, did she want me as much as I wanted her? I didn't know. I couldn't tell.

A titillating game we played, unable to control my lust for my mother while continuing to barge in on her more regularly, I never knocked and she never locked her door. If she didn't want me to barge in on her and if she didn't want me to see her naked, I'd think she'd lock her bedroom door. Maybe I was onto something with this suddenly barging in on her unexpectedly while she was dressing and undressing. Maybe because she was my mother, as simple as that, she trusted me to respect her privacy.

Because I was her horny son, I violated her trust with my perverse and uncontrollable need to see her naked. Because I was her son, maybe she wanted me as much as I wanted her. Because she was my mother, maybe she wanted me to see her naked. I didn't know but, until she locked her bedroom door and denied me access to her bedroom while she dressed and undressed, and showed anger at me not respecting her privacy, I was having fun discovering the rules of playing this sexy game of exhibitionism and voyeurism.

Now more hoping than suspecting that my Mom was as perversely twisted as I was by deliberately flashing me while making it appear accidental, over and again I masturbated to all that I saw of her. With my incestuous lust interfering with my commonsense, not thinking straight, maybe she wanted me to barge in on her when she was dressing and undressing. Maybe she wanted to show me her semi-naked and naked body. Maybe she wanted me to see her body as much as I wanted to see her body. Maybe she was hoping that I'd catch her naked. Maybe she was hoping that I'd make the next move after seeing her standing there naked and vulnerable. Maybe she wanted me to walk up to her, hold her, kiss her, touch her, and feel her while she stood there without her clothes as much as I wanted to hold her, kiss her, touch her, and feel her with or without her clothes.

Only, as soon as I entered her room, she'd cover her nakedness with her clothing and scold me. Actually, what else was she supposed to do other than to cover herself and ask me to knock the next time? Surely, if she just stood there stark naked and not made any move to cover her nakedness, in essence giving me the green light to proceed, perhaps, I'd make my move on her by touching her, feeling her, and trying to have sex with her. Yet, getting mixed signals from her, and being that she was my mother and not some slutty, drunken woman that I picked up in a bar, I didn't know what to do. Other than what I've learned from watching incestuous videos of a mother having sex with her son, compared to what was happening between my mother and me, more pornographic in nature than erotic, the seduction that I watched on videos seemed too easy, too fake, and too phony.

"Charlie! Knock first," is what she said and what she always said.

Still, to no avail, as if it was all an incestuous game that we both enjoyed playing, tit for tat, in the way she continued barging in on me, she didn't lock her door and I continued barging in on her again and again. After seeing so much of my mother so very many times, I wanted to do much more than just look. I wanted to touch. I wanted to hold her, kiss her, touch her, feel her, fondle her, and make love to her. Every night while imagining her naked, I imagined making love to her while masturbating. Every day, while imagining her topless, I masturbated over all that I saw of her. In the way that no mother should ever touch her son, I wanted her to touch me in the way that I wanted to feel her.

* * * * *

Unfortunately, just a disturbing sexual fantasy, fearing to take the next step in the progression of seducing my mother, I knew that none of that with me touching, feeling, and making love to my mother would ever happen. I knew it was all just my twisted perversion that I had every night before going to bed and every morning while masturbating over having sex with my mother's naked body. With most sons never lucky enough to see their mothers naked or even seeing so much as their bra strap, if nothing more than fodder for my masturbation, I was lucky to have had dozens of glimpses of her semi-naked and naked body. Whether seeing up skirts of her panties, up nightgowns of her pussy, down blouses of her bra, down nightgowns of her tits, or seeing her in her panties and bra, topless, or naked, I was lucky to have seen as much of her as I've already had. So very much better looking than any of my friends' mothers and possessing a much better body, I was lucky to have a mother who was as hot and as sexy as my mother.

Nonetheless, in conflict to my thinking that nothing would ever come about with us having incestuous sex, I figured that I'd at least get some cheap feels of her as fodder to inspire me to masturbate over all that I saw, touched, and felt of her later. As the next step in my plan to seduce my mother, just before I decided to flash her my erection, I started touching her more, not in a groping and in appropriate way but in a sensual, son with his mother, loving way. Trying to turn her on by lightly touching her and massaging, when touching her and massaging her, I tried my best not to make her feel uncomfortable. I felt her in ways that my light, loving touches, although could be misconstrued one way or the other, were subtly innocent enough that they wouldn't be questioned but appreciated. So long as she didn't recoil, my subtle way of seducing my mother, I'd gradually touch more of her until she either pulled away, embraced me, or touched me too.

I'd lightly and gently touch her hair, her arm, her knee, her back, or her shoulder. I'd hug her while feeling the back of her bra with my fingertips, that is, when she was wearing a bra, or I'd drop my hand down to feel the top of her panty clad ass, that is, when she was wearing panties. When she was wearing nothing but her sexy nightgown without underwear, which was most of the time, upon seeing the emergence of her hard nipples making their appearance known, I was so tempted to feel the sides of her naked breast or cop a cheap feel of her naked ass when hugging her. More than feeling so good in my arms, as if we belonged together as a married man and woman, she felt so right. If only she wasn't my mother, I would have had sex with her by now. If only she wasn't my mother, I would have asked her to marry me.

When her nipples pushed hard against the thin, sheer material of her nightgown, it took all the control that I had not to reach out my hand to finger her nipples through her nightgown, to reach up her short nightgown to cup her pussy, and/or to feel her magnificent ass. Even when I massaged her shoulders, rubbed her back, and massaged her feet, seemingly enjoying me touching her in that sensuous, albeit erotic way, that a attentive son would touch his loving mother, I made her feel relaxed. By showering her with so much attention and affection, I made her feel special. I made her feel loved and wanted by the only man in her life, her son. Hoping to create the need in her to look forward to be so touched, my seemingly innocent touches were all part of my seduction.

Trusting me not to grope her and ogle her, when she closed her eyes, she was so vulnerable. While massaging her feet, wanting her to subtly feel or not so subtly feel my emerging lust for her, I purposely planted her heel on my hardening cock. By lifting her foot higher and more to the side, I slowly spread her knees just enough for me to peer up her short nightie at her pussy without her noticing. Wanting to reciprocate her flashes with mine, seeing her pussy further inspired me to want to flash her my erection soon.

With her eyes closed and her relaxed as I gave her a foot massage and with me sitting on the floor at her feet, I gently lifted her nightgown high enough while massaging her legs to give me a continual view of her blonde, trimmed pussy. Whenever seeing parts of her that a son should never see of his mother, she made me so horny that I always wanted to do more than just look. I wanted to touch and feel her in places that a son should never touch and feel his mother.

"I like that. That feels good Charlie. A little lower please. Yes, right there. Don't stop," she said as if I was an animal from the same family grooming her and, indeed I was an animal from the same family grooming her. 

With her resting on her stomach, slowly going lower and lower down her back in the way my hands slowly went higher and higher up her thighs, it wasn't long before she allowed me to raise her nightgown to her waist and massage her perfect buttocks. Grooming her, only I wasn't grooming her to eradicate her body of fleas and ticks in the way that monkeys do to one another. All part of my master plan to seduce my mother, readying her by arousing her libido, I was grooming her for sex by having her getting used to me touching her and feeling her with sensuous massages. The basis for my plan to seduce my mother was by me allowing her to gradually get more comfortable with me innocently touching and feeling her body. Whether I massaged her feet, her calves, her back, or her shoulders, what was seemingly so innocent to her was sexually arousing to me. Eventually, hoping she looked forward to me touching her as much as I looked forward to touching her, I hoped that my touches would sexually arouse her.




Mother's Nude Day Nightmare Ch. 02



Without fail, every time I touched and massaged her, I saw some part of her that I wasn't supposed to see. I masturbated later when alone in my room while thinking of all that I touched of her and all that I saw of her while imagining touching and seeing more of her. An incestuous cycle, every time I masturbated while thinking of touching, feeling, and seeing more of her, I touched, felt, and saw more of her and masturbated more over all that I touched, felt, and saw. As if on a first date with my mother instead of a girlfriend, waiting for her to reject me or to stop me from seeing, touching, and feeling more of her, I took advantage of the fact that she was my mother and I was her son. Gradually and ever so slowly, taking my lead from her when she didn't reprimand me, ask me to stop, or swat my hand away, I saw, touched, and felt more of her.

Not wanting to ruin things by rushing things, taking my seduction of her real slow so that she didn't notice the sexual charm that I had over her, every time I rubbed and massaged her back, as if all part of my massage, I touched more of the side of her big, beautiful breasts and her round, firm ass with my fingertips. Every time I innocently massaged her shoulders, as soon as she relaxed and closed her eyes, purposely kneading and moving her shoulders forward to blouse out her nightgown, giving me even more masturbation material, I peered down her low cut nightgown at her tits, areolas, and nipples. Every time I massaged her legs while massaging her feet, I moved my horny hand higher and higher up her short nightgown until my fingertips were mere inches away from touching nirvana, her beautiful blonde, trimmed pussy.

Afraid of ruining the progress of my slow seduction of my mother, even though I so wanted to, I didn't dare finger her. Allowing her to get used to the idea of me innocently albeit seductively touching and feeling her while having her looking forward to me innocently albeit seductively touching and feeling her is what I needed to do to finally seduce my mother. Eventually, with me massaging her shapely thighs, she'd sit or lay there with her nightgown nearly up to her crotch and her knees parted enough for me to count her pussy hairs. Something I only had the courage enough to do in my dreams and sexual fantasies of her while masturbating, I so wanted to bury my face between her legs or strip myself naked and mount her.

Then something that I haven't done since forever, as an excuse to hug her even more, a bold but smart move on my part, I started kissing my mother on the mouth in the morning and at night. At first, in the way that she stared at me with her eyes wide open, I surprised her and shocked her even by kissing her. The kisses were just mother and son pecks but after a while, with her as comfortable kissing me as I was comfortable kissing her, our pecks grew into a smooch and a smooch into a kiss, albeit without tongues. Now, whenever she kissed me and I kissed her, we closed our eyes. Knowing all that was going through my mind, I could only imagine what was going through my mother's mind. Never thinking that I'd ever have the courage to do so, my next move, of course, would be to part her lips with my tongue. I'd need to get the both of us drunk for me to do that. Just the thought of French kissing my mother while feeling my mother made my cock throb and made me masturbate over the thoughts of making out with my mother.

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In the way that she dressed or didn't dress, not sure if she was teasing me or just oblivious to how much she was showing me of her nearly naked body, she continued walking around me in her sexy nightgowns. Whether it was innocent or her way of seducing me, nonetheless with me enjoying the voyeuristic show of exhibitionism, my mother wasn't helping me with my horniness any by her hanging around the house in the way she dressed or didn't dress. Knowing she was sad, I could tell that she was lonely and depressed too.

Yet adding to my incestuous lust and sexual desire for her, unless she was getting dressed to go out, my mother lived in her sexy nightgowns day and night. Moreover, it wasn't just any nightgown that she wore. Outfitted in her best dressing gowns as if she was Miss Havisham wearing her wedding dress in Dickens' Great Expectations while waiting to be taken by her runaway suitor, she always looked sexy. With each nightgown a different color, as if sexy sleeping attire were flags that signaled her mood, it was then that I realized my mother was purposely dressing for me in the way she used to dress for my Dad.

"You have such beautiful nightgowns Mom," I said leering at her whenever she didn't see me staring.

"Thank you Charlie," she said looking down at herself.

What was she thinking in walking around me in her sexy nightgowns? Was she thinking how much she was showing me or was she wondering if I was enjoying her sexy show? For sure, she was showing me a lot and I was enjoying her sexy lingerie show. In her defense, maybe unaware that she was showing me so much, perhaps she was just oblivious. Maybe just wanting to be comfortable in her own home, she trusted me to respected her enough not to look, stare, and leer at her nearly naked body.

My Dad, the pervert that he was for marrying my Mom when she was barely 18-years-old after getting her pregnant with me, was 30-years older than she was. Old enough to be her father, he was old enough to know better. Towards the end, being that he was relegated to staying in the house and in bed because of his failing health, he enjoyed seeing my mother wearing her sexy nightgowns. Her sexy nightgowns not only showed her shapely figure but also flattered her shapely body by leaving nothing to the imagination. With her walking around in her nightgowns as if she was a Frederick's of Hollywood or Victoria Secret's lingerie model, pure masturbation material for me, all of her nightgowns were sexy, sheer, short, and low cut. Being that I was living in the house with my parents too, I was the happy recipient to seeing my mother parading around me nearly naked while attending to my father's needs whenever he was forced to stay in bed.

Trying my best not to stare, leer, and ogle, all of my mother's nightgowns showed a son more than he should ever see of his mother. Short enough to show most of her long, sexy legs, low cut enough to show much of her cleavage and the roundness of her beautiful breasts, and tight fitting enough for me to imagine the shape of her perfect ass, my Mom never wore a robe. Not embarrassed in front of me enough to cover her semi-nakedness, I guess, maybe my Mom was seducing me and waiting for me to make the next move.

Maybe my Mom trusted me not to lust over her. She was wrong in expecting that trust from me when she was so very beautiful and so very sexy. She was wrong in expecting that trust from me when I was so very sexually attracted to her and so very horny. In the way that I masturbated over seeing her in her sexy nightgowns, maybe my Mom masturbated over me seeing her in her sexy nightgowns. Maybe in her flashing me, her way of trying to seduce me, my Mom truly wanted me as much as I truly wanted her. Filled with nothing more than suppositions and suspicions, I had no idea. Too afraid to take the next step, I just didn't know.

As if she was still continuing to dress for my father but was now dressing for me, with her hair, nails, and makeup always just so, she continued to dress for me in the way she dressed for him. Perhaps, unable to change her sexy routine, by celebrating having me in her life was her way of mourning the loss of her husband. Delighted being the recipient of her bedroom attire, every night, every morning, and throughout the entire day, she looked in the way that I imagined a new bride would look on her Honeymoon. Every day, with her showing so very much of her sexy, shapely body to me, I always expected her to make the next move across the incestuous line but she never did. Was she waiting for me or was she content flashing me parts of her that I shouldn't be allowed to see but appreciated seeing?

Yet, perhaps her first move across the incestuous line was more looking sexy while waiting for me to cross the incestuous line. Maybe because I looked so much like and reminded her so much of my Dad, albeit a much younger version, she was attracted to her son in the way she had been attracted to her husband. I didn't know. I could only guess. I could only hope. I could only imagine while masturbating over the thoughts of my MILF of a mother having sex with me. Understandably and in her defense, being that she wanted to be comfortable in her own house, with just a thin piece of material between me seeing her ass, her tits, her pussy, and seeing her naked, she didn't wear any underwear beneath her short, low cut, sexy nightgowns.

A voyeuristic sexy sight to behold, seeing her in her nightgowns was what I looked forward to seeing and enjoying. Every time she opened the refrigerator door with the kitchen light off, stood in front of the TV with the living room light off, and/or opened the drapes in the morning light the next morning, I saw even more of my mother. With her nightgowns so nearly transparent, as if I was a TSA agent and she was a passenger walking through the X-Ray machine before boarding the plane, I could see through her nightgown as if she was naked.

Naked, naked, naked, my mother was always walking around me nearly naked and, when I wasn't accidentally on purpose exposing my flaccid cock to her, I was always walking around her with an erection that tented my pajama bottoms with my incestuous lust for her. I so wanted to show her my erection if only to see her reaction to seeing my hard cock. Yet, as if we had electrified barbed wire between us, one that I wanted to cross but one that I didn't know if she wanted to cross, the incestuous line was a difficult barrier to surmount.

Just as I enjoyed seeing what I could see of her nakedness through her barely there nightgowns, I needed to be content with all that I saw and imagined what I saw while masturbating. More than once, I caught her looking or imagined her looking at my manly bulge. I wondered what she was thinking when seeing the jean covered impression of my hardening cock. Was she sexually thinking of me in the way that I was sexually thinking of her? Was she horny for me in the way that I was horny for her? With both of us playing by the unspoken rules of the code of propriety of a mother alone with her son, obviously, we could look so long as we didn't touch and so long as one or the other weren't caught staring.

With all the leering that I did of her semi-naked body, seeing so much of my mother turned me into a regular masturbation machine that did little to lessen my sexual frustration. If anything, masturbating while thinking of my mother naked and imagining having sex with her added to my sexual lust for her. I wanted her and couldn't wait to have her. Not just sexually attracted to my Mom, I was in love with her, or at least I thought I was in love with her, especially before Julie became my steady girlfriend and my affections of love switched to her. More than anything or anyone else and perhaps it had to do with my father dying and leaving us alone, I wanted my mother in that incestuously, forbidden way. Now with my father not around, wanting to complete the Oedipus Complex, Sigmund Freud's psychoanalytical theory of a son wanting to have sex with his mother, I really wanted her now more than I ever wanted her before.

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Being that my Mom didn't have to work, never had to work, especially after the death of my Dad, he made sure that we were provided for and well taken care of in his will. With my Dad so much older than my mother and with all the illnesses he suffered and endured before he died, I suspected it had been a long while since my mother had sex. Always attracted to much older men, father-fixated in the way that a son wants to have sex with his mother in Freud's Oedipus Complex, I suspected my mother suffered from the Elektra Complex of a daughter wanting to have sex with her father. Even convincing me to wear it and smoke them, fashioning me into a younger version of my Dad, she loved Old Spice cologne and the smell of tobacco when smoked in a pipe.

Knowing that she preferred older men to younger men, she made me wish that I was much older than her so that she'd be attracted to me. Maybe it was enough that I looked and acted so much like my Dad, but for the wrinkles and the crankiness. Yet, not wanting to wish my life away for the sole purpose of bedding my mother, maybe I could make her want me in the way that she wanted my Dad and imagined she wanted her father. Being that incest is incest, if my mother did indeed have a sexual attraction for and/or an incestuous relationship with her father, then the groundwork was already laid for her to have a sexual attraction for and an incestuous relationship with her son.

With me being the horny, young guy that I am, who doesn't know much about women, especially older women, perhaps wishful thinking on my part, but I suspected that my mother was horny too, wishfully as horny as I was. Now with Dad gone and out of the way, so to speak, it was just me and my mother in the house alone for me to play my sexy games of stealing peeks of her and masturbating over all that I saw, touched, and felt of her later. Only, wanting to make the next move but fearing to take the next step, I was afraid that I'd ruin the close relationship we enjoyed by adding the pressure of unwanted sex that ruined a mother's love for her son with a son's incestuous lust for his mother. Still, the fact that she still dressed in her sexy nightgowns and perhaps, with her being just as fearful of making the next move as I was, her teasing me and flashing me should have told me that she was fishing to have sex with me. Even worse when it's a son trying to bed his mother, most men need to be hit over the head with a baseball bat for them to see that the woman is attracted to and wants them too.

After a while of seeing so very much of my mother's body and with her always in her nightgown, I couldn't help but wonder if she knew that I could see as much of her body as I could. How could she not know that I could see so much of her body? All she had to do was to look in the mirror to see what I could see of her. Maybe because I watched one too many mother and son porn videos online, perhaps now too incestuously twisted to think clearly, I couldn't help but wonder if my Mom was flashing me in the way that those mothers in the videos routinely flashed their sons while trying to seduce them. Maybe because I wanted to believe that she was purposely flashing me, I couldn't help but suspect that my mother was flashing me her body as much as I wanted her to continue flashing me her body. Maybe because I wanted to believe that my mother was seducing me by sexually teasing me, I couldn't help but suspect that my Mom wanted me as much as I wanted her.

Only, having just graduate college and unable to find a job, with her holding all of the financial purse strings while supporting me, if I upset her by soliciting sex from her, I had so much more to lose than she did. Being that I was over 18-years-old and being that she owned the house, she could ask me to leave. Where would I go? How would I support myself without having a job when there were no jobs to find? The executrix of my trust fund, she could raise the age of me getting my inheritance from 25-years-old to 30-years-old. Nonetheless my lust for her and my imagining her lust for me, I didn't know how to go about seducing my mother without offending her and without making her think that I was incestuously deranged, especially if she didn't share my sexual attraction.

She wasn't just any woman and I wasn't just any man. She was my mother and I was her son. Trusting me not to ogle her, I didn't know if she was purposely flashing me by wearing her sexy nightgowns without underwear or if she just wanted to be comfortable in her own house. A tragic mistake of misreading her intentions sexual or otherwise, what if she wasn't as interested in having an incestuous, sexual relationship with her son in the way that I hoped she wanted and in the way that I wanted to have an incestuous, sexual relationship with my mother? Yet, what if she was as sexually attracted to me as I was to her?

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Being the horny son that I was, seeing something that I shouldn't see and was forbidden to see, up skirts of her panties, up nightgowns of her pussy, down blouses of her bra, and down nightgowns of her tits were my favorite parts of her sexy body to see. As far as I was concerned, even better than seeing her naked, seeing bits and pieces of my mother, parts of her that I shouldn't see, was so much more excitingly erotic than seeing her naked. Whether her flashes were inadvertent or on purpose, it didn't matter. I didn't care. As if she was my own personal peep show, what mattered more was that I was privy to seeing them and free to masturbate over them later. Not as careful with her lady like posture when relaxing on the sofa or in her chair, she gave me lots of panty and pussy flashes, especially when she was tired in the early morning or had a little too much to drink late at night.

She'd sit across from me on the sofa drinking her coffee to wake up in the morning or she'd sip her wine to relax in the evening in her chair while I sat in the overstuffed recliner across from her waiting for the sexy show to slowly unfold. Trusting me not to look and to lust over her when I saw all that I saw of her, she trusted me to respect her privacy and modesty by not ogling her but, unable to help myself, I didn't respect her privacy and modesty and I did ogle her. Too sexually attracted to my mother's pussy, tits, and ass, I couldn't help myself from looking at all that she was inadvertently or intentionally showing me. I had no idea if she was flashing me deliberately or inadvertently. Not wanting to ruin her sexy, free shows, I didn't dare confront her to ask her either. I was young but I wasn't dumb.

With her knees spread open just enough and her short skirt or short nightgown raised high enough past her knees to mid-thigh for me to see what a son should never see of his mother, she sometimes sat like a guy sits while watching a ballgame or sitting on a toilet. Too many flashes to remember, until I recalled them all while masturbating, I can't count how many times I've seen her panty or pussy. With her low cut blouses and nightgowns revealing everything that other women tried to hide, whenever she leaned forward, she gave me a show of her sexy bra or tits that I not only enjoyed but looked forward to seeing every day and every night.

Obviously too tired in the morning and too relaxed in the evening to care what she was showing and what I was seeing, she sat there mindlessly thinking of something else other than her accidental or deliberate flashes while flashing me. With every morning and night the same sexy show, I never tired of seeing all that I could see of my mother. Hoping that she'd stay seated like that longer, I continued engaging her in conversation for her to remain there while I ogled her panties, her pussy, her bra, her tits, and/or stared at the impressions that her big nipples made in the thin material of her nightgowns.

In the back of my mind, wondering if she was flashing me deliberately or intentionally, but not allowing myself to think that my mother was just as incestuous perverted as I was, I wondered how she couldn't know she's flashing me? Even though I tried my best not to stare and leer at all that she was showing, how could she not know that I'm ogling her every time she crossed and uncrossed her shapely legs or sat with her knees parted enough for me to see all that I hoped to see? If only she knew that her son was an incestuous voyeur who was always trying to steal up skirt peeks of his mother's panties, up nightgown views of her pussy, down blouse views of her bra, and down nightgown views of her tits, without doubt, she'd think me a pervert. Cursed to continue my incestuous voyeuristic perversion of ogling my mother's hot body, I wondered if it was just me or if my incestuous perversion of exhibitionism and voyeurism ran in our family. I wondered if my sexual attraction to my mother, especially with a mother so hot and so sexy, was just a normal rite of passage path for a son who was so sexually attracted to his mother to take.




Mother's Nude Day Nightmare Ch. 02



Figuring that she didn't know but enjoying the thought by suspecting that she did, especially whenever I was masturbating over all that I saw of her, I couldn't help but wonder if she knew that she was always intentionally flashing me her panty, pussy, bra, and tits. A sexual fantasy come true, I hoped she was deliberately flashing me. I'd like to think that she knew she was flashing me as encouragement for me to make the next incestuous move in my seduction of her. Only, not wanting to prematurely end my up skirt, up nightgown, down blouse, and down nightgown fun, I was careful not to have her catch me staring at all that she was showing, especially if she didn't know she was flashing me and was flashing me inadvertently.

Without even trying to see all that she was showing, looking straight ahead at her pretty face, all I had to do was just to slouch down while sitting across from her and look while using my peripheral vision. Always dropping things and not stooping to pick them up, down blouses and down nightgowns, of course, were more difficult as I'd have to wait until she leaned over to pick up something from the floor. On the pretense of helping her, I'd stand over her to look down her open blouse or nightgown top while she leaned forward doing a crossword puzzle. With her mind immersed in her crossword puzzle, it was so easy to steal peeks of her tits because she trusted me not to disrespect her by ogling her breasts. Yet, if only she knew that her son was no better than a man on the street ogling her nearly naked body, she'd never feel comfortable in her own home when alone with me.

We both enjoyed doing crossword puzzles but for different reasons. She enjoyed doing the puzzle and I enjoyed stealing peeks of her bra with down blouse views and her tits with down nightgown views. Depending on which nightgown she wore, sometimes the top of her nightgown fell so far open while she leaned forward that I'd see her areolas and/or nipples, along with most of her tits. With her nipples always erect, was she cold or horny? I had no idea which but, hoping for the latter instead of the former, I enjoyed imagining that she masturbated over showing me all that I masturbated over seeing of her.

If she was cold or embarrassed, why didn't she wear a robe over her nightgown? If she was horny, why didn't she take the initiative to make the next move by leading me by the hand to teach me what a son should intimately know of his mother? With my mother doing all the window dressing enough to not only interest me but also to tease me, obviously it was up to me to make the next move. It was up to me to seduce my mother so that she wouldn't feel so much like the incestuous slut that I hoped her to be. Yet, if I was wrong in my suspicion that she wanted me as much as I wanted her, I could be out in the street.

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My favorite sight to see were of her breasts, especially when I saw flashes of her nipples. Being that I'm a breast man, my Mom has big areolas with pink, puffy nipples. Whether her flashes were inadvertent or on purpose, seeing so much of my mother's tits made me horny and made me want to cross the incestuous imaginary line and take the next step, only I was afraid. Being that I was seeing so much of my mother, I felt guilty that I was taking advantage of her. Was my guilt justified or unnecessary? Was my Mom playing me to flash me in the way that I was using her to ogle her? A delicately dangerous albeit sexy game to play, being that I was so vulnerably immature, I didn't know.

The up nightgowns and down nightgowns views continued for a few years until I became so full of lust for her that I finally decided to start flashing her my cock too. A sexy game for me to now play, I was so nervous the first time that I walked around her with my flaccid cock dangling from my pajama bottoms. Even though she never told me that I was so exposed, I know she saw my cock. How could she not see my prick, especially when, with my cock at eye level, she was sitting and I was standing in front of her?

After my first few dick flashes, in the way that she was continually flashing me her panties, pussy, bra, and tits, my flashes grew more regular and daring. Embolden by her flashing me, I couldn't wait to flash her. Hoping she'd look, hoping she'd stare, and hoping she'd take my cock in her hand and stroke me, I flashed her my flaccid cock over and again. As my encouraged inspiration, pussy for penis, the more she flashed me her pussy and tits, the more I flashed her my cock and balls, until I just wanted to strip myself naked and walk around nude in front of her.

Just before I graduated college, whenever I didn't have a class at the university or had to get dressed for work, in the same way she lived in her nightgown without wearing underwear, I lived in my pajama bottoms without wearing underwear too, especially on Sundays. Sunday, my weekly Nude Day, wearing my pajama bottoms and just a thin, tight tee shirt to show off my muscled physique was my chosen day to flash my mother my limp prick. Once I passed the barrier of inappropriate behavior, I was always flashing her my flaccid cock and even when she pretended she wasn't looking, I knew she was looking and with her hardening nipples showing their silent approval, I could tell that she liked what she saw.

If she didn't like what she was seeing, she would have said something to me about my cock dangling out of my pajama bottoms. If she knew that I was purposely flashing her and was offended at seeing my cock, she would have scolded me. Perhaps a mute point, I wondered if she knew that she was flashing me in the way that I was flashing her. Not yet bold enough to go that far, I so wanted to flash her my erection. Hoping she'd reach out and take my cock in hand and masturbate me, I so wanted to masturbate in front of her. 

Being that she was my mother and not some stranger on the street, perhaps not wanting to embarrass me, even though I was waiting for and feared that she'd say something to ruin my fun, she never told me that I was so exposed. Perhaps, not wanting the game of exhibitionism and voyeurism to end, perhaps she wanted to continue looking at my cock in the way that I enjoyed ogling her pussy and tits, was the reason why she didn't tell me that I was uncovered. Never looking directly at my cock, she'd look up at my face. Yet, sitting far enough across from one another, being that I could still see her pussy in up nightgown views or her panty in up skirt views peripherally while making eye contact with her, I knew that she could still see my cock when making eye contact with me.

As much as seeing her pussy and tits excited me, it aroused me for my mother to see my prick. Only, I couldn't tell if she was as sexually aroused flashing me and seeing my prick as I was sexually aroused having her flash me and flashing her my prick. Just as I wondered if she was flashing me on purpose, pussy for cock, I wondered if she suspected that I was flashing her on purpose too, cock for pussy. No doubt, being that I was a horny guy, she must know that I was intentionally flashing her while hoping she'd take the bait, literally and figuratively, and join in my sexy games of incestuous flashing.

Extrapolating my sexual desire for my mother in my mother's imagined sexual desire for me, I wondered if she masturbated over seeing my cock in the way that I masturbated over seeing her panties, pussy, bra, and breasts. Yet, not wanting her to think any worse of me than I already felt guilty about myself for ogling and flashing my mother, I was always afraid to take the next step. Fearful of crossing the incestuous line, incest is a point of no return. If she detected me for the incestuous pervert that I was and didn't reciprocate my sexual interest for me that I had for her, with no lifeline to return our relationship of mutual trust and respect in the way that it was before, I was nervous about taking sexual advantage of her. Nonetheless my nervousness and lustfulness and her innocence and reluctance to play in the Devil's playground, I wondered if she wanted to have sex with me in the way that I wanted to have sex with her.

Excited to think about having sex with her while masturbating over having sex with her, perhaps totally innocent, maybe she didn't know she was exposing herself to me. I wondered if she'd be embarrassed if she knew all that I saw of her. Maybe, in the way of Mrs. Robinson, played by Anne Bancroft, seducing Benjamin, played by Dustin Hoffman, in The Graduate, my Mom was trying to subtly seduce me by purposely flashing me. Maybe wanting to see how far she needed to go before I'd respond in kind, maybe she was just having some sexual fun with me and nothing more. Maybe in the way that I was sexually frustrated just masturbating while imagining her naked, ogling her hot body, and flashing her my cock, maybe she was sexually satisfied just flashing me, ogling my cock, and masturbating. Maybe not wanting to take it any further, being that I was her son and she was my mother, masturbation was plenty enough for her.

Nonetheless, hoping she was and with sexual fantasies about me of her own, maybe my Mom was a closeted, incestuous cougar. After being with my Dad, a man old enough to be her father, she could have gone the other way to the dark side in wanting to have sex with not only a younger man but also with her son. Just because she's my mother and I'm her son doesn't mean that she wouldn't do me. Perhaps, especially because she's my mother and I'm her son could be the reason why she'd want to do me as much as I wanted to do her.

Figuring that Nude Day was my best pretense to expose my plan, literally and figuratively, along with my cock, my sexual fantasy was to bed my mother, only I didn't know how. Most of the mother and son videos on the Internet are in Russian or Japanese and there's not a step-by-step guide on how to seduce your mother. With my sexual frustration increasing after seeing so many bits and pieces of her beautiful body and with me flashing her my flaccid cock by making my flashes appear accidental, I couldn't wait to touch her, feel her, and fondle her through her clothes. I so wanted to stick my hand up her short nightgown to cup her motherly pussy and down her low cut nightgown to feel her big tits and finger her hard nipples. I so wanted to pull her hand to me and wrap her fingers around my cock and move my hand with her hand for her to stroke me.

Sometimes in the early morning, when I hugged her good morning, my pajama clad erection would be pressed against her soft belly in the way that I imagined my cock would be positioned when spooning her ass while in bed. Impaling her stomach with my hardening prick, she must have known that I had an erection for her. How could she not know? In the way that I could feel her nightgown clad, big tits pressed against me, how could she not feel my growing dick pressed against her?

Sunday nights, after exposing my flaccid cock to her most of the day, after she had one too many glasses of wine, a move of desperation on my part, I'd hug her goodnight with my cock still dangling from my pajama bottom and pressed against her warm, soft, nightgown clad body. Wishing she'd reach her hand down and wrap her fingers around my cock to stroke me, she never did. Hoping she'd invite me to do so, I so wanted to go to bed with her. Only, just as she never acknowledged my cock dangling from my pajama bottoms, she never invited me to her bed.

Whenever I hugged her and held her, I wondered if she could feel my cock as much as I could feel her breasts pressed against my chest. I wondered if she enjoyed hugging and holding me as much as I enjoyed hugging and holding her. I wondered if she knew that I was so exposed. I wondered if she could feel my prick getting hard against her.

Sunday nights while hugging her and kissing her good night, each time getting more brazen by subtly feeling more of the sides of her breasts and sliding my hand down to cop cheap feels of the top of her ass while holding her, I allowed my hand to fall lower on her ass until I was nearly cupping her ass. I so wanted to reach to the front of her and fondle her breast while fingering her nipple. I so wanted to squeeze her round, firm ass. I so wanted to reach up her short nightgown and grope her naked ass and pussy but I didn't. Too chicken and too respectful of my mother and of our close mother and son relationship, I never did all of what I incestuously wanted to do.

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A vicious cycle, just the thought of doing those things to her drove me crazy with incestuous desire that was only temporarily satisfied when I masturbated over the thoughts of her naked and having sex with her. Maybe we were home alone too much. Definitely, I needed a full-time job that required me spending more time away from her. Yet, even though it was my sexual fantasy to have sex with her, I never thought it would happen. What I really needed was a girlfriend but with no job, no money, and still living at home with my mother after graduating from college, what woman would want me?

Yet, then it happened. I met a woman at the supermarket who didn't care that I was unemployed, broke, and living at home with my mother. Interestingly enough, perhaps the reason why I was so instantly attracted to her, she looked like a younger version of my mother. If my mother had a daughter and if I had a sister, she'd look just like Julie. 

"It's a bad economy," said Julie. "Don't worry. You'll get a job soon. You're a college graduate. You're not a loser. A lot of people are unemployed or underemployed in this down recession. Don't be so hard on yourself," she said giving me the supportive encouragement that I needed not to feel so bad about myself.

Loser? Then I thought about the secret part of my life that she didn't know. If only she knew that I wanted to have sex with my mother as much as I wanted to have sex with her, surely she'd think of me not only as a loser but also as a sexual deviant. If only she knew that before I started having sex with her, I had spent years trying to seduce my mother. What would she think of me then? If only Julie knew that I masturbated buckets of cum over barging in my mother's bedroom in the hopes of seeing her naked, seeing up skirts of her panties, up nightgowns of her pussy, down blouses of her bras, and down nightgowns of her tits, what would she think of me then? She'd think me perverted. If only she knew all the times that I flashed my mother my cock, she'd have nothing more to do with me. 

In the way of so very many incestuous stories I've read about a son lusting over his mother, this story is different. Because of all the things that I did over the years in my attempts to seduce my mother, I must have finally turned on a switch to her libido because now my Mom lusts over me. Then, again, now that I think more about it, having incestuous sex with my mother didn't begin until I told my mother about Julie and started dating her. It all came to a head when I showed her Julie's picture that I took of her with my cell phone.

Mother, mother, mother, my entire life was always about my mother. So transparent in my desire for my mother in my selection of Julie, a woman who looked so much like my mother, somehow feeling a bit like Norman Bates in Hitchcock's Psycho, maybe my mother was jealous of Julie. Maybe my mother had an epiphany that I really wanted to have sex with her and not with Julie. Maybe Julie was the reason why my mother finally wanted to have sex with me. 

"She looks like me when I was her age," said my mother looking at the picture before looking up at me stunned. "Doesn't she look like me?"

"She does Mom. I never saw the resemblance until you mentioned it," I said lying while suddenly imagining my mother standing next to Julie naked for comparison sake.

It wasn't until she commented on the resemblance of Julie to her that I realized, looking to have sex with my Mom, I found a surrogate girlfriend to my mother. Only, even Julie wasn't enough to satisfy my incestuous lust for my mother. Once my mother saw Julie's photo, I could see her wheels turning and from that point forward, everything changed between us. We flirted and teased more, as if we were boyfriend and girlfriend instead of mother and son. 

With my mother turning the tables on me, I now know how she must have felt all those times that I was trying to seduce her by ogling her, touching her, and flashing her. Now calling my bluff, with her ogling, touching, and flashing me, being that I have a steady girlfriend and no longer want to have sex with my mother in the way that I did, I don't know how to turn her off without hurting her feelings. Strangely enough, she now wants me in the way that I've always wanted her. Nonetheless having a sexual relationship with my girlfriend, I still don't possess the self-control to say no to having sex with my mother. I need to find a way to end this sexual triangle but I don't know how without hurting my mother and ending my love affair with Julie.

To be continued...



Mother's Nude Day Nightmare Ch. 03



It all came to a head, no pun intended, appropriately on Nude Day last year, Saturday, July 14, 2012, my 23rd birthday, right after the dream I had of my mother coming in my room naked. It was then that I told my mother that I had a girlfriend. It was one thing for me to finally have a steady girlfriend but quite another thing for me to have Julie in my life, a clone of my mother. I believe that my having a girlfriend who looked a lot like a younger version of my mother was the catalyst that turned my mother into the incestuous slut that she is today, the poor dear.

Apparently, having witnessed it firsthand myself, jealousy does wonders for incest. Just the three of us, my mother had me invite Julie to my birthday party so that she could meet her while celebrating my birthday. What happened before my birthday party, that morning was the catalyst of what would happen later and that would change my life, at first for the better and then for the worst, forever. Even though I was having regular sex with my girlfriend by then, still horny for my mother, I was having regular sex with my mother. Attesting to it after having sex with my mother for a year, incestuous sex is best after all.

With our physical and emotional immaturity connecting somewhere in the middle, just 23-years-old then, my mother was a 41-year-old single mother. A real MILF, if ever there was a mother I'd like to fuck, it was my Mom. With me looking older than younger, everyone who saw her thought she was younger and everyone who saw me, thought that I was older. No one would ever guess that she was over forty, that I was only twenty-three, and that she was my mother. At most, they'd think she was thirty-five.

If my mother was reticent about having incestuous sex with me before, she wasn't reticent about having sex with me after I showed her the picture of Julie and after she met Julie. In the way that my mother was staring at Julie's photo, with jealousy so unbecoming her, I knew she was jealous of her. I knew then and there that I had aroused something deep inside her, the same need that I had in me to have sex with my mother, she suddenly shared to have sex with me. A real metamorphosis, the transformation from my mother being a normal mother in every way to suddenly turning into an incestuous slut made me rethink my need to even want or need Julie. Except, just as I loved my mother in the way that a son should love his mother, I loved Julie too, but in the way that a man should love a woman. Nonetheless, having two beautiful women in my house, two women that I knew intimately, that day started like any other day.

With all the things that I could have done for myself, whether it was to carry my clean laundry up to my room, do my own laundry, or empty my trash, my mother always barged in my room to do all of those things for me. Deciding to flash her my cock in the way she's always flashing me her pussy and tits with her living in her sexy nightgowns, after a while, I used to count on her barging in my room for one reason or another as my planned opportunity to flash her. Flashing her my flaccid cock while watching her reaction to seeing my flaccid cock, gave me new masturbation fodder when masturbating over the thoughts of my naked mother having sex with me.

Sometimes, knowing she'd be opening my bedroom door any second, standing there naked as if flashing a hotel maid, for her to catch me naked in the way that I'd love to catch her naked when barging in her room, I pretended I was getting dressed. Stroking myself to a nice erection first while wearing nothing but my birthday suit, I'd stand there naked holding my underwear in hand while waiting for her to fling open my bedroom door. Even when I stroked myself to a nice erection, taking her too long to barge in my room, she always caught me with my flaccid cock instead of with my erection. Waiting for her to barge in my room and taking her sweet time about it, even when I continually stroked myself while waiting for her to fling open my bedroom door, she's never seen me with a full erection.

Feeling so horny for her after having her seeing me naked, so wrong that it was good, I wished I could masturbate in front of her. Only, whenever she's seen my cock, not wanting her to know my real intentions, I've always made my flashes appear accidental and not intentionally done. Even though I was intent on flashing my mother my erect cock, if only to see her reaction and if only to give me more fodder to masturbate over later, I didn't want her to think of me as the incestuous pervert that I am. With her needing to trust me to respect her, I didn't want her to kick me out of the house for disrespecting her by flashing her my erect prick while ogling her nearly naked body every time she sashayed around the house in her sheer, nearly see through nightgowns.

Wanting her to see my erect prick, the only way of doing it without being deliberately blatant about it, I'd masturbate with my headphones on and my eyes closed to see what she'd do when seeing me masturbating my erection. I left my eyes open a tiny crack, enough to see her. Wondering her reaction to seeing my erection, most times, when she saw me holding and stroking my hard prick, perhaps figuring that I'd never know she saw me playing with myself, she'd stand in my doorway for a few seconds to watch before leaving and quietly closing my bedroom door behind her. Even if only for a few incestuously charge seconds, it was so hot to see her watching me play with myself.

I wondered what she was thinking when seeing my engorged erection while I pretended that I was engrossed in my music. Imagining she was, I wondered if she was impressed in seeing my stiff cock. I wondered if seeing my erection made her as horny as I was when seeing her pussy or tits. I wondered if she wished she could stroke me as much as I wanted her to stroke me. I wondered if she dreamt of me having sex with her that night. I wondered if she masturbated over me in the way that I masturbated over her. Pussy and tits for cock and balls, I wondered if she'd deliberately flash me more after I intentionally flashed her.

Today, just before she barged in on me, hearing her coming and knowing she'd be in my room momentarily, being the incestuously perverted son that I am, I stripped naked. Knowing that today was the day that I was deliberately going to show her my erection with my eyes wide open, I couldn't get naked fast enough. I was as nervous as I was sexually excited for her to see my erection. Jumping back in bed and covering myself with just a thin sheet, wanting her to finally see me with a huge erection, I started masturbating myself while thinking about having sex with my mother. Sure enough, without the courtesy of a knock or a warning, she threw opened my bedroom door as if she were a gunslinger entering a saloon in the wild west and looking for a fight. Only, my bedroom wasn't a saloon and my mother wasn't a gunfighter looking for a fight but my incestuous lover or so I hoped and imagined she'd be soon looking to have sex with me.

"Charlie, get up," said my Mom. She walked over to my bed and shook me awake in the way that she did in my sexy dream about her. "You're going to be late for work." 

With my back turned to her, wanting to make my erection even bigger and harder, I continued fondling the head of my cock with my fingertips while stealthily stroking myself. Finally, with the timing of it perfect for the exhibitionistic event, I had a massive erection that I didn't want to lose. Needing to show my mother my erection, just the thought of deliberately flashing her my hard cock kept me hard this time.

"I'm not going to work today Mom," I said turning more to her to see her standing over me. 

Figuring she could see my hand, along with my big bulge beneath the sheet, not wanting her to catch me playing with myself, I stopped touching myself. Nonetheless, in the way my cock puffed up my sheet, my big, manly bulge was obvious from any angle and I saw her glance down at the disturbance beneath the sheet before looking back up at me.

"Why not? Are you sick?"

As soon as she leaned over me, as it always did whenever she leaned forward, my window to her magnificent breasts, the top of her sexy nightgown fell open. With me still in bed, I had the perfect vantage point to see all that I wanted to see of my mother's beautiful breasts, a sexy sight that maintained my erection. She leaned down low enough and long enough to flash me her tits with a nice down nightgown view while feeling my forehead for a fever with the back of her hand. If only she'd feel me lower, she'd think I had a fever of a difficult and from a different disease, if she felt how hot and how hard my cock was for her.

Wishing she was naked and feeling my fever with a kiss on my lips before kissing my cock, I wished she'd kiss me as she did in my erotic dream. Wishing she was anyone else but my mother, my aunt, my grandmother, or my sister, if I had a sister, I so wanted to reach my horny hand down her nightgown and cup her breasts while fingering her nipples. My favorite views to see, even over seeing her pussy in up nightgowns, I love seeing her tits, her areolas, and her nipples in down nightgown views. Clearly, with her leaning over me and her nightgown top falling open, with her flat, toned stomach not obstructing my view, I could nearly see clear down to her pussy. I so wanted to rip the sheet from my body and pull her on top of me before rolling over on top of her. I so wanted to spread her legs and make love to her before fucking her, really pounding her pussy hard with my cock.

"Don't you know what day today is Mom?"

"Yes," she said standing from leaning over me. "Today is Monday," she said with a laugh, "the day that I drag your ass out of bed and drive you to work because you've already missed your carpool ride," she said looking at me as if she wanted to kiss me.

"Today is my Birthday," I said looking at her as if I wanted to kiss her while thinking of her sitting on my bed naked and kissing me in my dream.

"I know it's your birthday," she laughed again. "I was there. I have a little birthday celebration planned for you when you get home from work."

"Also, today is Nude Day Mom," I said with some reservation and trepidation while looking at the big impressions her tits and nipples made through her sheer nightgown before looking up at her eyes to see how she responded to today being Nude Day. 

"Nude day?" Judging by her apparent disinterest, not a good sign that she'd want to celebrate the Nude Day holiday naked with me, she shrugged and made a sour face. "Pray tell, I can understand you not wanting to work on your birthday but what does Nude Day have to do with you not going to work?"

Inspired by having this Nude Day conversation with my MILF of a mother for me to build the courage to flash her my erect cock, I recalled the dream of her asking to celebrate the Nude Day holiday with me. As if it really happened, I couldn't shake the image of her coming into my room and sitting on my bed naked before she removed my sheet and stripped me naked too. I couldn't shake the feeling of her wrapping her hand around my cock and stroking me while I felt her breasts and fingered her nipples.

"I took the day off. I decided to stay home and celebrate my birthday and the Nude Day holiday naked," I said timidly albeit bravely while watching for her reaction.

"Naked?" She laughed. "Being that your birthday has always coincided with Nude Day, since when do you celebrate some obscure, ridiculous holiday, Nude Day, by getting naked?"

She put her hand on her hip and stared at my big bulge before looking up at me while I stared at all that she was showing through her sheer, sexy nightgown. An image to behold and with nothing left to the imagination though the morning light that shown through my window, the sun lit her up as if she was standing there naked. She looked so breathtaking in her short, low cut, nearly see through nightgown. She was wearing her sexiest nightgown and it was sheer enough that I could see her nipples making their daily appearance. I'd give anything to suck her nipples through her nightgown while feeling her beautiful, round ass. When looking closer, staring at her as if I was a starving man and she was a seven course feast, I could discern the shadow of her blonde, trimmed, pubic hair through the thin material of her dressing gown. I'd give anything to finger her pussy before licking her pussy and before fucking her pussy.

"Today," I said getting up the courage to expose my sexual fantasy to her along with everything else. "Today is the day that I'm celebrating the obscure holiday of Nude Day by getting naked," I said.

"Naked? Seriously, you're actually going to celebrate Nude Day naked?" Sometimes hard to read, surprising me, she looked at me with a face full of as much sexual excitement as she had confusion. Was she imagining me naked, I wondered? "Where can you walk around naked without being arrested?"

"Right here in my own house," I said throwing the covers off of me to expose my erection to my mother.

I couldn't believe that I was finally and deliberately showing my mother my erection. I looked down at myself to see what my mother was seeing before looking up at her. Just as in my dream of her coming to my room naked and just as in all of my incestuous, sexual fantasies about her, I watched her eyes go right to my cock. For the first time, I was purposely showing my mother my erect cock. For the first time, instead of looking away, my mother stared at my cock. With my errant sheet the dropped sail, maintaining my erection by her staring at my stiff prick, proud to be so exposed, my cock stood straight out as if it was a mast on a sailing ship anchored in the sea of incest.

"Charles! For God's sakes, cover yourself," she said stepping forward to flip the sheet back over my cock without taking her eyes of my hard prick. Was she so outraged as she wanted me to believe or did she step closer on the pretense of covering my cock with my sheet for a better look of my engorged penis. "How dare you expose yourself to me! What are you drunk or high? I can't believe you did that," she said shaking her head in disbelief.

Dizzy with sexual excitement of just having exposed my erect cock to my mother, I'd give a million pennies for her thoughts. Not believing her outrage for a second, she stared too long at my exposed prick for her indignation to be anything but an act. If only she was more forthcoming, if only she'd take the next step and cross the incestuous line with me, and if only she'd tell me how she felt about me as I'm always showing her how I feel about her. In the way that she flashes me her pussy and tits every day, I always walk around with an erection in my pajama bottoms. Just as she stood in my room nearly naked in all that her sexy nightgown couldn't hide, it's time that I know if my mother wants me as much as I want her.

"Not drunk nor on drugs, I'm neither of those Mom. I'm just tired of all the foolish convention. Don't you ever get tired of wearing clothes and of hiding who you are by wearing clothes designed by designers who think they know who you are mother? Don't you wish you had control over your own body and were free to do whatever you want and whenever you want? Don't you wish you could just walk around in public naked?"

I threw the covers off myself again, climbed out of bed, and stood in front of my mother naked. Figuring that either she'd stare at my cock again in the way that she did before or leave my room, she surprised me when she shielded her eyes with her hand and put her head down.

"Put some clothes on please Charles," she said. "You're embarrassing me. And to answer your question, most people look better with their clothes than without them," she said with a sexy laugh.

"Present company excepted," I said with a laugh. "After seeing so very much of you in your sheer, sexy nightgowns, I imagine you look hot naked."

"Charles! That's quite enough. I'm your mother and not some bar slut you've picked up on the street and brought home for sex," she said.

Bullshit. Embarrassing her my ass. I don't believe her. For her to flash me in the way that she does when parading around me in her nightgowns, she's not so innocent. If she was embarrassed she would have fled my room. In the way that I'm always trying to catch her naked, if she wasn't trying to catch me naked, she'd knock first instead of barging in my room. In the way that she stared at my cock, the same way that I stare at her when seeing something of her that I shouldn't see, she wouldn't stare at my cock if she was embarrassed. Definitely though, she'd stare at my cock if she was sexually excited.

With me standing there naked, why was she still standing there staring at all that I was showing? Why did she stare at my cock before shielding her eyes and putting her head down? Boldly going where no son should ever go with his mother, even on Nude Day, I suspected that she wasn't embarrassed at all seeing my cock. I dare say that she was sexually aroused seeing my stiff prick. If she was embarrassed at all, she was embarrassed because she was interested in having sex with me as much as I wanted to have sex with her. Maybe she wanted to celebrate Nude Day with me by getting naked too but feared taking the next step across the incestuous line.

"Look at me Mom," I said even surprising myself with my brazen inappropriateness that demanded that she look at my erect prick. "I'm naked. Look at my cock Mom. Look at me," I said wrapping my hand around my cock and lifting and slowly stroking myself as if offering my prick to her. Practically waving my cock in her face, I was deranged by my lust for my mother.

"I'm not going to look at you Charles, until you cover yourself," she said covering her face with both hands. "With you flashing me every time I walk in your room lately, I've seen your penis plenty of times before."

I detected a modicum of some sexual excitement in her quivering voice when she admitted that she's seen my penis plenty of times before. Was it sexual excitement or embarrassment? I didn't know. Hoping for the former over the latter, I was hoping for some motherly sexual excitement at her seeing me naked.

"You've never seen me with an erection," I said continuing to slowly stroke my cock in front of her.

Masturbating myself with my mother still standing in my bedroom, one of my sexual fantasies come true, I so wanted to cum for my mother. When she refused to watch me masturbate, I took my flashing her a step further. Possessed by incestuous lust for my MILF of a mother, I stepped closer to her and with a quick, hard, yank, as if someone else was doing what I had just done, I grabbed her by her wrist and forced her hand on my cock. Another sexual fantasy realized, finally, my mother was actually touching my big prick. Even though I forced her to do so, I couldn't believe my mother was touching my prick. With her making me even harder and hotter by touching me, I so wanted to wrap her fingers around my hard cock.

"Charles! How dare you! I'm your mother!"

She pulled her hand away as if my cock was a hot stove and before I even had the chance to wrap her fingers around my cock for her to stroke me. Confessing her sexual attraction to me, she stared at my erect cock before lifting her head to look up at my face. Still the masturbating fact remained was that my mother touched my cock with her bare hand while staring at my erection. Wow!

"It's just a cock Mom. You're the one who made me. My penis is just part of me. If you love me, you'd love my penis too," I said slowly stroking myself in front of her while hoping to persuade her to touch me again. "My penis as much belongs to you as it does to me," I said not even believing that line.




Mother's Nude Day Nightmare Ch. 03



"Okay, I looked at you and I touched her," she said looking up at me with her big, blue eyes before looking down at my engorged prick again. "Now what?"

Now what? What did she mean by asking me that? Was she baiting me? Being that she was still standing in my room and staring at my cock was she interested in having sex with me as much as I wanted to have sex with her? Taking what she said for what it was, she said that as if she was daring me to make the next move. What do you have in mind Mommy, I wanted to ask but didn't? What's next? Blow me, Mom, I wish I had to balls to say. Get down on your knees and suck my cock. Then, bend your pretty ass over my dresser while I pound your pussy doggie style.

"Get naked with me," I said instead and surprising myself by asking her to get naked.

"Get naked with you? No. I can't do that Charles," she said shaking her head as if she needed an additional negative response to stop herself from throwing her incestuous foreboding to the wind to prevent her from getting naked.

Not taking no for an answer after already bounding over the imaginary incestuous line, in a fluid move, I surprised her by reaching down to lift the hem of her short nightgown high enough to expose her blonde pussy to my horny eyes. Cock for pussy, she slapped my hand away too late for me to see all that I wanted to see of her. Still staring down at my cock, she took step backward. Encouraged by my mother allowing me to lift her nightgown with little resistance, other than a slap on the hand, if she didn't want me, she would have left my room by now.

"Being that you made me, don't you want to use me?"

"Use you?" She laughed as if she was as insane as I was for flashing my Mom my erection, forcing her hand to touch me, and lifting her nightgown to expose her pussy. "Actually, now that you mention it, of course I'd love to use you," she said with a sexy smile that made me imagine all sorts of sexy ways she could use my naked body on Nude Day. 

Unexpected but welcomed, finally, a sexual reaction from her. I couldn't believe that my mother admitted that she wanted to use me. Oh happy day, this Nude Day. If I knew that having incestuous sex with my mother would be so easy, I would have flashed her my erect cock a long time ago. I so wanted to step closer to her, wrap my arm around her, and pull her to me to kiss her while feeling her everywhere a son should never feel his mother. Only, not wanting to scare her away by rushing things, I was willing to wait for her to tell me how exactly she'd use me. Imagining her making me her sex slave, I could do that, just as I wouldn't resist to her tying me to my bed and having her wicked way with my naked body. Or maybe she'd want me to tie her to my bed and have my wicked way with her naked body. Maybe she'd call over one or two of her hot girlfriends to have an impromptu combination Nude Day, birthday orgy.

"Okay, Mom, take me. I'm yours," I said sticking my arms out to my side while trusting forward my hips as if I was humping her mouth in the way that I imagined so many times while masturbating over the salacious thoughts of humping her mouth.

She looked down at my erect cock again before looking up at me and smiled. Why was she smiling, I wondered. Was she smiling over all the sexual ways that she could use me or was she smiling at my obvious lust for her? I didn't know. I really didn't care which, so long as my mother used me for sex.

"The garage needs to be cleaned out and after that the basement. Then, when I'm done using you for that, you can wash and wax my car," she said with a sexy laugh.

Even though she was poking fun at me for revealing the incestuous lust that I had for her, the fact remained that I was still standing before my mother naked and she was still in my bedroom stealing furtive looks of my cock. Her still standing in my room in her revealing nightgown with me naked was better than any sexual fantasy I've ever had of my mother. If nothing more happened than me ogling my mother in her sexy nightgowns and her looking at my erection, giving me plenty to masturbate over later, I was happy.

"That's not what I meant mother," I said taking a step forward to pull her hand towards my cock again. This time, not pulling her hand back, she didn't resist my sexual advance. Yet, as soon as her soft hand touched my hard cock, she pulled her hand away again. "It's your turn to get naked Mom," I said reaching my horny hand out to put a heavy, horny finger to the front of her nightgown.

Forcefully pulling her nightgown top down and forward enough, I exposed most of her tits. With her nipples right there and so close to my fingers, something I wanted to do for such a long time, I was so tempted to reach my hand down her nightgown to cup her breasts and finger her nipples. Yet, too fast for me, she pushed my finger away and closed her nightgown top before I could react to seeing her naked breasts. First seeing her pussy and now her breast, after already seeing so very much of her nude body, why not just get naked with me?

"Naked? I don't care if it is Nude Day, I'm not going to get naked in front of you, my son," she said with feigned indignation while rearranging the top of her nightgown when she noticed that most of her breasts were still hanging out and totally exposed. Giving me an unembarrassed smile when she caught me staring at her exposed breasts and more of a sexually excited look, she looked down at my cock again before looking up at my eyes. "This is all your game to play. I'm not the one celebrating Nude Day, you are."

Maybe I was too twisted to effectively read into her sexual wants and needs by not believing her when she said that she's not celebrating Nude Day by getting naked with me. In the way that she looked at my cock and showed sexual excitement when I exposed her naked body to me, she made me think that she was looking forward to seeing me walking around naked while celebrating Nude Day. If nothing else, slow to slap my hand away when I lifted her nightgown to exposed her blonde, trimmed pussy, she acted as if she was daring me to make the next move. If nothing else, slow to close her nightgown and push my finger away, when I pulled open her nightgown top, before she could close it, at least I got a good look at her tits and she got a good look at my cock. Even if she didn't celebrate Nude Day with me by getting naked, if nothing else, I'll be masturbating over all that I showed her of me and all that I saw of her later.

Yet, call it incestuous intuition, I knew by the furtive glances she gave me that she was enjoying seeing my cock and hopefully touching my cock again. Moreover, I suspected that she was enjoying the attention of me touching her and trying to steal peeks of her naked body. A sexy game to play and with her still standing in my room as a willing participant in my incestuous game of tickle and tease, I suspected that she enjoyed touching my cock too. She was still standing in my room after all. If she didn't like what I was showing, what she was seeing, and all that I was exposing of her, she would have left my room long before now.

With my erection throbbing, I so wanted to step closer to her, and push her to her knees. I imagined pulling her long, blonde hair, and filling her mouth with my cock as soon as she screamed. I've always wanted to have sex with my mother. I've always wanted her to blow me but I knew it was wrong. Nonetheless my fear of crossing the incestuous line, my fear didn't stop me from dreaming about her naked and masturbating over the imagined thoughts of her having sex with me.

Every night I dreamt about stripping her naked. Every night I dreamt about her touching me and stroking me. Every night I dreamt about her sucking me before she fucks me. Then, I thought, being that it was Nude Day, being that it was my birthday, and being that it was just the two of us, what was to stop me from having my wicked way with my MILF of a mother? In the way that she constantly and continually parades around me nearly naked in her sexy nightgowns, I know she wants me as much as I want her. As am I, no doubt not wanting me to think ill of her, she's just afraid to make the first move. Now with me standing before her with an erection, all in, so to speak, I've showed my hand and it's time for her to stop bluffing and call me.

"C'mon, Ma, it's Nude Day. Be adventurous. Loosen up a bit. Don't be so uptight. What's the big deal? Get naked with me," I said lifting up her nightgown high enough to expose her pussy again.

This time, exposing her naked ass and with her so slow to react, I caught a longer glimpse of her blonde pussy. This time, not taking no for an answer, I held her nightgown forcefully high enough in place while she struggled to free herself from my horny hand. She was naked below the waist and I was staring at all she was showing in my horny attempts to memorize every detail of her naked body to masturbate over later. 

"Charlie! Stop. Let me go," she said desperately trying to pull her nightgown down while I pulled it higher. 

Not wanting to tear it, I so wanted to rip her nightgown off her body. What would she do then, if she was suddenly standing naked in my room? Would she scream and cover her nakedness with her hands? Would she run from my room? Or would she just stand there stark naked in the way that I was standing before her stark naked?

"It's my birthday. The least you can do is to give me a birthday blowjob?"

Acting as if I sexually molested her and I did, she pulled away from me while fluffing down her nightgown.

"Charles! What's gotten in to you? Control yourself. I'm your mother!"

"Come on Mom. Suck my cock," I said stepping closer to her again with my cock in hand as if offering her a fine pastry, a cannoli, a crueler, or a big, thick sausage. "Blow me," I said still not believing that I was asking my Mom for a blowjob.

Something that I'd only ask her in a dream, after lusting over her for years, today was the day that I lost my mind. I watched her reaction to me asking her to suck me. Not seeming willing to blow me, still she didn't appear as angry as I thought she would by me making such an inappropriate, sexual demand.

"Blowjob? You'd really expect me, your mother, to blow you, my son? I'm taking you to have your head examined Charles," she said continuing to smooth down and straighten her nightgown while still staring at my cock.

With her still in my room and by her continuing to stare at my prick, was she contemplating getting naked for Nude Day? Was she thinking about blowing me for my birthday? If she wasn't thinking about stripping naked and blowing me, knowing her in the way that I do, she would have left my room by now. If only my mother would strip off her nightgown and fall to her knees to take me in her mouth and suck me, I'd be such a happy and grateful son that I'd willingly clean out the garage, the basement, and wash and wax her car. 

"C'mon, Mom, touch me. Suck me," I said pulling her hand to my cock again and this time wrapping her fingers around my prick.

This time, in the way she resisted before by pulling her hand away as if my cock was a red, hot poker and in essence it was, she didn't resist. Thinking that I had gone too far and was ruining our loving mother and son relationship by forcing myself on her, I couldn't believe it when she voluntarily wrapped her fingers around my cock. With consensual incest between two mature adults the best incest and the only appropriate incest, I watched her close her fingers tighter around my stiff prick.

It felt so good to feel my cock in her soft, motherly hand. It felt so good when she wrapped her fingers around my swollen prick. This time, instead of pulling her hand away, she closed her hand tighter around my cock. As if feeling me for a tick in the loving way that only my mother can do, I watched her slowly slide her thumb across the head of my penis. I watched her fingers fondle my cock with love in the way I've watched her help me with so many cuts, scraps, and boo boos.

"Charles," she said staring down at my cock in her hand while ever so slowly stroking me to a harder erection. "This is not right. This is wrong."

"It's my birthday mother," I said suddenly feeling like Norman Bates of Psycho every time I called her mother.

"Happy birthday," she said with a sexy smile.

Definitely, with my cock in her hand, I need to call her Susan instead of mother. Yet not wanting to push the inappropriate envelope by calling her Susan, I decided to wait until we're both naked and having sex before being so familiar with her name. Still, it felt so deliciously wrong to call her mother when she was holding my cock while I was peering down the top of her nightgown at her tits.

"It's Nude Day. If you're not going to blow me, at least celebrate the Nude Day holiday with me by giving me a hand job and by getting naked with me."

"Even if I was to get naked with you," she said staring down at my cock while ever so slowly stroking me and fondling the head of my cock with her fingers before looking up at me. "Even if I was to give you a hand job and I'm not saying that I will, Nude Day is not a sexual day but just an expression of getting in touch with being naked in front of others without all the pretenses of wearing clothes," she said.

Surely, if she didn't want to touch my prick, she still wouldn't still be standing in my room with me naked while holding my prick in her hand. If she didn't want to stroke my prick, she never would have allowed me to wrap her fingers around my erection while she closed her hand tighter around my cock. If she didn't want to have sex with me, she wouldn't have allowed me to lift her nightgown up to her waist to expose her naked pussy and ass in the way that I did twice. If she didn't want to have sex with me, she wouldn't be teasing me and luring me to have sex with her by walking around the house practically naked in all of her sexy nightgowns that she wears every day. I couldn't wait to feel her big tits. Knowing now that my mother wanted me as much as I wanted her, I couldn't wait to finger her big nipples. 

"Charles, I'm warning you." She stopped stroking me to scold me. "Don't push me," she said leaving her hand there with her fingers still wrapped around my cock and holding her nightgown top closed with her other hand.

With me still staring down her nightgown at her exposed breasts, perhaps, she figured that I'd pull her nightgown open again to get another look at her tits. With her hand still holding my cock and her fingers still wrapped around it, perhaps, she feared that I'd stick my horny hand down her nightgown to feel her tits and finger her nipples. Perhaps, she figured by leaving her hand wrapped around my cock that she exerted some modicum of control over me and, no doubt, she did.

"In celebration of my birthday, it's just a hand job Mom. What's the big deal? Please give me a hand job Mom. Stroke me. Stroke my cock Mom. In celebration of Nude Day, why won't you get naked with me? Please get naked with me Mom."

"Obviously by you asking me over and again, me giving you a hand job is a big deal to you," she said looking at me in the way that she always looked at me when denying me something. "I'm your mother, you're my son, and this is inappropriate behavior," she said sneaking another look at my cock before letting go of my cock and taking a step back.

Just as there are some things that a mother inherently knows about her son, there are some things that a son inherently knows or imagines he knows about his mother. Basing my supposition on the sexual interactions when with other women and how they've stared at my cock before I had sex with them, I could tell just by the way she was looking at me and sneaking peeks of my cock that she was as horny as she was interested. I could tell by the way she held me in her hand that she didn't want to let go and wanted to continue stroking me.

Unless she's had sex with someone that I didn't know about, I suspected that it had been a long time since she's had sex. Maybe it was just wishful thinking on my part but I could just tell, suspected actually, wished, and/or hoped that she wanted me in the sexual way that I wanted her. Not good at reading women, especially older woman, and specifically my mother at a time like this when my incestuous lust for her interfered with my commonsense, I really didn't know if she wanted to have sex with me or not but I sure did want to have sex with her.

Being that I was already standing there naked and with all of my lustful intentions for her exposed, figuratively and literally, and being that it was Nude Day, going for broke as if playing high stakes poker, I decided to go all in and risk it all. Since I had already forced my mother's hand to my cock and wrapped her fingers around it and lifted her nightgown high enough to expose her pussy and ass to me while pulling the top of her nightgown open to flash me her tits, it was now or never. Careful not to hurt her, I pushed her back and she fell backwards on my bed. With her nightgown nearly up to her waste and her legs spread open in the way of a beetle on its back, the pink of her blonde pussy was clearly visible to my incestuous, horny eyes. Not allowing her to compose herself and get up to leave, pouncing on her as if she was a stripper at a private party, I mounted her and forced her legs further apart. 

I moved my hand between her legs and positioned my cock by her pussy. Knowing now that she wanted me, just as I had thought she did, she was already wet, the incestuous slut. Fingering her pussy while gently rubbing her clit, I waited for her to relax before filling my mother's cunt with my hard cock. Parting her pussy lips with my fingers before parting them further with my cock, I eased my erection deeper inside of my mother before humping her harder, really humping her now. Finally reading her right, I knew she wanted me as much as I wanted her. Kissing and kissing her while humping and humping her, I parted her lips with my tongue and she returned my passion with hers by sticking her tongue in my mouth. 

I pounded my mother's pussy as if I was a convict just let out of jail after a long prison sentence. With one quick pull of both of my hands, as if I was a wrestler ripping open his tee shirt, in one sexually dramatic and incestuously dynamic move, I ripped open the buttons of her nightgown. My horny hands were all over my mother's big, naked breasts before my mouth sucked her nipples, first one and then the other. Fondling her big tits while fingering her nipples, I lowered my mouth down to her tits and sucked them, first one and then the other.

"Oh my God. Fuck me Charlie. Forget that I'm your mother," she said. "Make me your sexy bitch. Make me cum for my son," she said whispering her desire for me in my ear before wrapping her arms and legs around my back to show me her passion. Returning my humps, she was humping me as hard as I was humping her.

"Oh mother, oh Susan. I can't believe this is really happening. I can't believe I'm inside of you and making love to you," I said holding her tighter while fucking her deeper.

"Forget about making love to me Charlie. Fuck me. Fuck me. Make me your bitch. That's it Charlie. Fuck me harder. Harder. Fuck me deeper. Deeper. Don't stop. Oh, Charlie! Fuck me Charlie! Fuck me my beautiful son," she said making me more want her with her pillow talking , dirty words. 

"I love you Mommy," I said burying my face in her big tits while I buried my cock deeper in her warm, wet pussy. "I love you Susan."

"And I love you too Charlie. Now fuck me for Nude Day. Fuck me for your birthday. Fuck your mother Charlie. Just fuck me harder and deeper. Make me cum. I need to cum. Fuck me Charlie! Fuck me! Fuck me! Fuck me! Oh God. Oh God. Oh God. Charlie! Charlie! Charlie! Wake up Charlie! You're going to be late for work," said my mother banging on my bedroom door before barging in my room.




Mother's Nude Day Nightmare Ch. 03



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Fuck! Are you kidding me? Always in the best part of my sexual fantasy about her, my mother barges in my bedroom and awakens me. God damn it. Finally having sex with my mother, if only just in my dream, she barged in my room in the good part of my dream. My mother caught me having the best sexual fantasy I ever had about having sex with her on Nude Day. I still had a huge erection with the thoughts of fucking my mother. It all felt so real.

"I'm not going to work today Mother," I said rubbing the sleep from my eyes and the picture of her naked from my mind. 

Wow. Seemingly having an endless supply, she was wearing another one of her sexy nightgowns. She had so very many sexy nightgowns and wore a different one every day. I didn't need to have Superman's X-ray eyes to clearly see right through the thin silk and satin material. My Mom's blonde, trimmed, pussy patch was clearly visible and at eye level. The outlined shape of her beautiful breasts and her erect nipples that pushed the thin, sheer material of her nightgown forward begged me to touch them, finger them, pull them, turn them, twist them, and suck them.

With my steamy dream of her still fresh in my mind, wondering if that was my premonition for me to cross the incestuous line, I wondered if she'd get naked with me for Nude Day. I wondered if she'd have sex with me in the way she just did in my dream. I wondered if she'd stroke my cock in the way she stroked me in my dream. After having had so very many sexy dreams about her, sometimes it's difficult for me to know what's reality from fantasy.

"Not going to work today? Why aren't you going to work Charles?"

"Because today is my birthday and I plan to celebrate my birthday by celebrating the Nude Day holiday," I said throwing off the covers, standing, and exposing my erect cock to my mother just as I had done in my sexual fantasy.

Only, horny beyond belief from my sexy dreams about seeing my mother naked and having sex with her, this was no dream. This was the real thing. Had I not had those dreams about exposing myself to her, lifting her nightgown, and forcing her to touch my cock, I never would have done such an outrageous thing as standing naked in front of my mother now. Had I not been just jerking off, I never would have had the courage to expose my erect cock to my mother but, so sexually frustrated from her continually and constantly flashing me her shapely body through her sheer nightgowns, I was so horny. A good time to show her my cock and for me to see her reaction to seeing my big prick, I had a huge erection.

"Charles, get dressed," she said looking down at my cock before closing my bedroom door. 

Fuck! Are you kidding me? That was fast. Show over. I was so hoping she'd stay. I was so hoping that she'd allow me to do all that I did to her in my dream. Instead, none of what just happened, happened in my sexy dreams about her. Hoping to relive my sexy, incestuous dream and hoping to fill her hand with my cock while lifting her nightgown to expose her ass and pussy, she didn't even give me the chance to push her on my bed to mount her and have sex with her.

As soon as she closed my bedroom door, feeling so alone and still sexually excited from my vivid dream and being so very horny for her, immediately I was sexually frustrated all over again. Sexually excited and distracted by flashing her my cock, I didn't even want to masturbate again while imagining my mother naked and having sex with me. I wanted the real thing. I wanted my mother.

Being that I already flashed my erection to my mother and being that she hardly looked at my cock, with nothing more to lose, just as I did in my dream, laying all of my cards out on the table, I went for broke. Tired of her teasing me by constantly and continually walking around me nearly naked, it was time that I turned the tables on her. Ready to take the rejection or the acceptance, even ready for her to throw me out of the house, I needed to know for once and for all if she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

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As nervous as I was sexually excited, with not a stitch of clothing on, doing something I've never done before, I opened my bedroom door and walked around the second floor naked. Naked, naked, naked, as if a fire alarm going off in my head, I was naked. I wanted to show her my erect cock again. I wanted to watch her staring at my big prick.

Going from room to room looking for my mother, I wanted my mother to see me naked. I wanted her to see me without my clothes. Having time to reconsider my incestuous actions, but not heeding them, hearing my mother downstairs in the kitchen was enough to reignite and renew my sexual excitement for her. Slowly and quietly, as if I was a burglar in my own home, I descended the stairs naked. Naked, naked, naked, I was naked.

Especially after she left my room too soon, not to be denied more of a naked interaction with my mother on Nude Day, especially after the dream that I had that inspired me to strip off my clothes, undeterred, I continued walking downstairs totally naked. Naked, naked, naked, I was totally naked. Stroking my cock as I slowly walked down the stairs, while waiting for my erection to grow harder and bigger, I was so nervous.

This was it, the final confrontation. I was so incensed with sexual desire for my mother that I didn't consider the repercussions of my incestuous actions. In the way that she discounted me by leaving my room when I stood before her naked without staring at my erection as she did in my dream, I wanted her to look at me because I had a huge erection that I wanted to show her. In the way she insulted me by not staring, I never insulted her by not looking at her tits and pussy every time she flashed me, so why would she insult me by not looking at my cock when I flashed her?

Waiting while listening, I peeked around the doorway to see where she was. She was sitting at the kitchen table with her back to me eating her cereal. So predictably regular, she never changes her routine. Same thing at the same time on a different day, I needed to shake up her routine by exposing my erect cock to her.

Not seeing me or obviously pretending not to hear me enter the kitchen, she didn't turn to acknowledge my presence. Knowing full well that she knew I was there standing behind her, obviously by her ignoring me, she didn't know that I was naked. I couldn't wait to see her reaction when she did see me naked. Perhaps, in the blasé way she acted in my room when seeing my cock, especially after telling her that I planned on celebrating the Nude Day naked, not interested in playing my incestuous game, maybe she knows that I'm naked and is ignoring me.

I wondered what her reaction would be to seeing me naked again. I wondered what her reaction would be to seeing my erection that confessed how much I wanted her. I stroked my cock to an even bigger and harder erection while imagining myself cumming all over the back of her long, blonde, lush hair. 

'Oops, sorry Mommy,' I thought. 'Good thing you weren't facing me, huh?'

If thinking anything at all, I wondered what she was thinking while eating her cereal. Was she mad at me for flashing her or was she sexually aroused by seeing me naked? I wondered if she was thinking of me in the way that I always sexually thought of her. I wondered if she was thinking about my cock in the way that I think about her pussy.

Doubting that she was just cold, being that her nipples were hard and erect when she was standing in my room and seeing me naked, with hopefulness mixed with my suspicion, I suspected that I sexually excited her. I wondered if I made her wet in the way that she always makes me hard. A total understatement, as if I was sleep walking in another one of my sexual fantasies about her, it was so surreally exciting to be standing in the kitchen naked with my mother sitting just a few feet away from me in her flimsy nightgown.

'Naked, naked, naked, Mommy I'm naked. Look at me Mommy. Look at my cock. Stare at me. Reach out your hand to touch me while fondling the head of my cock with your thumb and fingers in the way you did in my so real dream before you stroked me.' I thought to myself.

I wondered what she'd do if I walked up to her, turned her head, pulled her hair hard, and filled her mouth with my cock when she screamed, while reaching down the front of her nightgown to feel her tits and finger her nipples. I'd love to stick my hard cock in her mouth. I'd love for her to blow me. I'd love to cum in her mouth and watch her swallow before standing her up, ripping off her nightgown, and bending her over the kitchen table and fucking her as if she was a dog. Would she suck me or would she push me away and reject me?

Baby steps. One step at a time. Even though she's been flashing me for years, whether inadvertently or intentionally, I didn't want to ruin our first incestuous, sexual encounter by rushing things. Needing to give her the time to react to me being naked, taking it slow, even though I sped up the action by stripping naked, sensing that some light banter was necessary, I decided to engage her in some innocent conversation first.

"What's for breakfast Mom?"

She was leaning forward and doing the crossword puzzle while eating her cereal. Even from this distance and when standing over her from this angle, I could see most of her tits down her open nightgown top that always falls forward whenever she leans forward. If she wasn't trying to intentionally flash me and if she was trying to deny me from seeing her tits, I'd think she'd button her nightgown. Even after years of having her flash me, I never get tired of seeing up and down nightgown views of her beautiful body. I love her sexy nightgowns. I love you Mommy.

I opened the cabinet, got a glass, opened the refrigerator, and poured myself some orange juice. Too nervous to drink it, I had the cold sweats. With me standing so very close to her, my pulse raced with the thoughts of her reaction to seeing me naked again. Boldly, standing behind her with a massive erection that stuck straight out as if my cock was my personal litmus test tool to show my mother how much I wanted her, I stood between the refrigerator and the stove while staring at the back of her blonde, pretty head.

"I can make you," she said turning around and staring at my stiff prick that stuck straight out from my body at her eye level. She couldn't miss seeing my prick now and she stared at it in the way that I hoped she would and in the way that she did in my dream. "Gees Charlie," she said with a look of shocked surprise on her face. "Are you seriously going to walk around naked all day in celebration of Nude Day?" 

"Yes," I said.

She stared at my engorged prick while pausing in her thought.

"And why do you have an erection?"

Not waiting for me to answer her question, she turned her back to me and continued eating her cereal as if I wasn't even there and standing behind her naked, naked, naked. On the pretense of helping her with her crossword puzzle, something I always did, I walked up to her right shoulder and peered down her open nightgown top while watching her do her crossword puzzle. Only, it wasn't her puzzle that held my gaze. It was her big, naked tits that were so very exposed to my horny, incestuous eyes.

Still ignoring me, she acted as if I wasn't there in the room with her. Her ignoring me made me angry. Her refusing to look at my cock made me think that I made a mistake coming downstairs naked. Obviously, my mother is not as sexually attracted to me as I am to her. Now what do I do?

'Fuck,' I said to myself. I felt like such a fool. What do I do now? Do I just skulk back to my room and get dressed or, on the chance that I'm misreading her again, do I continue forward in my incestuous plan to seduce my mother.

Just as in the way I did in my dream, curious to see her reaction, I put my finger to the top of her nightgown to pull it open more to expose most of her breasts. With her making no move to reject my finger and close her nightgown, never have I had such a wonderful down nightgown view of my mother's tits as I was having now. Staring down her open nightgown top as if I was staring down her nightgown in my dream, I had a clear view of her breasts, her areolas, and her nipples.

'God she has beautiful tits,' I thought while so wanting to tell her.

Her nipples were erect in the way that they always were with her walking about me nearly naked in her sexy nightgowns. Hoping she'd turn her head and surprise me by wrapping her hand around my cock and stroking me before taking me in her mouth, the head of my stiff prick lightly brushed by her blonde hair before resting against the side of her face. If she wanted a hint to blow me, with my cock right there and only inches from her mouth, this was it.

Instead of her reacting to my cock touching her cheek, she ignored me as if I wasn't even there. Her not responding to me made me mad and made me want her even more. I so wanted to pull her long, blonde hair hard and, when she screamed, fill her mouth with all of me. With a heavy hand to the back of her head, I imagined humping her mouth and fucking her face until I unloaded all the incestuous lust that I had for my mother in her mouth.

"Don't expect me to get naked with you because I won't," she said waving my prick away from the side of her face with a swat of her hand as if I was an annoying fly. She ended my voyeuristic down nightgown fun by closing her nightgown top. Well, at least my mother touched my cock, albeit briefly. "Have your fun Charles because I refuse to play your silly Nude Day game," she said so smugly. "I'm taking you to the doctor to have your head examined because there's something seriously wrong with a son who wants to have sex with his mother."

Sex? Who said anything about sex? Other than asking her for a blowjob or a hand job in my dream, how did she know that I wanted to have sex with her? Actually, in the way that I look at her and stare at her, especially when she's inadvertently or intentionally flashing me, how could she mistake my leers for anything else other than me wanting to have sex with her? It all started rather innocently with me just wanting to get naked with her for Nude Day. Okay, perhaps she misconstrued my intentions because I had an erection. Yet, now that it's out in the open, maybe she's the one who wants to have sex with me.

As soon as she said "there's something seriously wrong with a son who wants to have sex with his mother," doing what I wanted to do to her in my dreams but didn't, I stepped closer to her and stuck my hand down her unbuttoned nightgown top, a nightgown top that she never buttons. If she didn't want me to see her tits and if she wasn't intentionally flashing me her tits every time she leans forward, I'd think she'd button her damn nightgown.

Taking what she said as the encouragement that I needed to take the next incestuous step forward, had she not said what she, I never would have done what I did next. Tired of her flashing me her tits without being able to touch them, feel them, fondle them, and suck them, there's consequences for teasing your son Mommy. Before she could extricate my hand from her nightgown, I grabbed a full handful of her breast and fingered her nipple with one hand while I slid my cock across her lips with my other hand and imagined her blowing me. Going from one breast to the other, I couldn't get enough of fondling her tits and fingering her nipples. Going all the way, if I was going to molest my mother by inappropriately touching my mother, I'm going all the way.

Slowly sliding my engorged cock across her lips, incestuously crazed, I couldn't believe I was finally feeling my mother's breast. I couldn't believe I was finally fingering her nipple. I couldn't believe that I slid my erect cock across her lips and her only response was to tighten her lips.

Wanting and waiting for her to open her mouth and take me inside or at least lick my cock with her tongue, I stood there with my erect prick poised by her lips while waiting for her to reciprocate that she wanted me as much as I wanted her. I couldn't believe that I had the audacity to run the head of my cock along my mother's lips while imagining her opening her mouth and taking my erect prick inside. Only, suddenly feeling like the pervert that I was, my mother wasn't interested in me sexually.

'Open your mouth Mommy and suck me,' I thought to myself before saying what I was thinking while standing there and waiting for her to do something, anything, even look at me but she didn't do anything but ignore me.

"Suck me Mom. Blow me for my birthday," I said as if the words spoken were someone else's words and not mine. "Give me a birthday blowjob."

"Charles!" She stood while pushing my cock away from her mouth again and extricating my hand from her nightgown. "What's gotten into you? What's wrong with you? How dare you! How dare you look down my nightgown at my breasts. How dare you stick your hand down my nightgown to feel my breasts and finger my nipples. How dare you slide your penis across my lips and put your penis by mouth. How dare you! Are you drunk? Are you on drugs? Or are you just crazy?"

My Mom was yelling at me. My Mom never yells at me. Yet, in my incestuous lust for her, I couldn't tell if she was acting in her indignation of me wanting her and touching her or if she was dumping all of the incestuous onus on me so that she could remain guilt free for allowing me to have my wicked way with her sexy body. Maybe now that I made my move, as if this is our champion chess match, this is her little game to play.

Is that it? Is that her game? Should our incestuous affair run afoul, she'd blame the entire thing on me. Maybe that's how she's playing this by playing hard to get. I get it now. Instead of falling back in my seduction of my mother, no doubt, she wants me to continue.

"I just wanted to celebrate Nude Day with you mother," I said suddenly reverting to when I was a little boy and asking her for something that I wasn't allowed to have.

I wanted to add that I meant you no disrespect but with my hand already down her nightgown feeling her tits and fingering her nipples and after sliding my cock across her lips, forget about disrespecting her, all that I did was to molest her and practically rape her. Apologizing for disrespecting her now was utter nonsense. 

Giving me her mixed signals again, as she's done for years, she looked at me with a mix of anger and sexual excitement. If she didn't want me, why was she teasing me by parading around me wearing her sexy nightgowns every day all day as if she's Morticia Addams from the Addams family. Then, surprising even me, in one swift movement, she stood, reached down, lifted her nightgown over her head, and tossed it on the chair next to her. She sat back down naked and returned to eating her cereal.

"Is this what you want? Are you happy now that I'm naked too?" Now not mistaking her look for anything else, she looked at me with anger. "Happy fucking Nude Day Charles. May I eat my God damn cereal now?"

'Oh, oh, I did it now,' I thought to myself.

Ignoring her outburst, even better than the dream I just had of her, I couldn't believe my mother was naked. Naked, naked, naked, my Mom was sitting before me naked. Her being naked trumped whatever outburst of feigned anger that she had. My mother's been teasing me for years and just as if she was a big fish on my line, she was fighting me before allowing me to land her and seduce her. I get it now.

Just as I had envisioned her, she had such a beautiful body. I couldn't believe I stuck my hand down her nightgown and felt her big, firm breasts while fingering her hard nipples. As if she was already my lover, I couldn't believe that I slid my hard cock across her lips while imagining her blowing me. Allowing me to sexually molest her, she just sat there. Always so hard to read, I still didn't know and I still couldn't tell if she wanted me or not. I couldn't believe my horny, incestuous eyes. I couldn't remove my stare from her naked body.




Mother's Nude Day Nightmare Ch. 03



"Gees Mom," I said. "You have such a hot body." She didn't answer me. "Nice tits," I said staring at her tits before reaching out my horny hand to feel one. "I love your big tits Mom. So firm and yet so soft, you have beautiful breasts."

She looked down at herself to see all that she was showing me and all that I was feeling of her. Still not sure if she was enjoying my touches or sickened by my touches, she watched me cupping her breast in the palm of my hand before looking up at me with as much lust in her eyes for me as I had for her. Her nipples were already so erect and hard and, as soon as I touched her nipple with my fingertip, obviously the wrong move to make so soon, my naked mother, Nude Day party was over.

"I'm cold," she said grabbing her nightgown and carrying it upstairs with her instead of wearing it. "I'm going to take a shower and get dressed."

* * * * *

Get dressed? My mother never gets dressed. Unless she was going out, she always walks around the house, practically naked, in her nightgown. I hoped that I didn't ruin her daily nightgown fashion show. Maybe she's just going to change into a different nightgown after her shower. If she's going out, I wondered where she's going. If I've gone this far, with still further to go, as if I haven't gone far enough, not nearly done with my incestuous antics, I waited until I heard the water running, walked up the stairs, and quietly opened her bathroom door.

Figuring she'd lock the bathroom door to deny me access, she didn't and I opened the bathroom door, closed it behind me, and stood in the bathroom while staring at her shapely silhouette behind the shower curtain. If I've already gone this far, I may as well continue with my combination Nude Day and Birthday celebration plan to seduce my mother by actually seducing my mother. At this point, what did I have to lose? Having gone this far, she'd probably ask me to leave her house anyway. Hoping she wouldn't dismiss me by rejecting me again in the way she did in my room when I flashed her my erection, I may as well go all the way to give her reason to throw me out of her house.

Having grown suspicious of her motives in wearing her sexy nightgowns every day, stripping off her nightgown in front of me, and telling me that she was going upstairs to shower, maybe this was her way of taking the next step across the incestuous line. Maybe now that she knows that I'm interested and want her as much as she wants me, maybe she wants me to make all the rest of the incestuous moves. I can do that.

Maybe with her not locking the bathroom door, knowing the horny mood I was in, that this was my invitation to join her in the shower. I opened the shower curtain enough to stare at her naked body before climbing in the tub with her. I couldn't believe I was doing what I was doing. Washing her hair, she had her eyes closed and didn't notice me at first.

"Gees Charlie, can't I have any privacy," she said, "not even in the shower?"

"I figured being that we already saw one another naked that you could wash my back after I wash your back," I said with a sick little laugh. 

Suddenly, I felt as if I was an actor in that movie, Spanking the Monkey, where the mother, because she has a broken leg, asks her son to help her shower. Oh, my God that was such a hot scene and here I am standing in the shower naked with my naked mother. Life doesn't get any better than this.

"Wash your back? I'm surprised you didn't ask me to wash your cock," she said staring down at my still swollen prick. As if I was still dreaming, I watched her reach out her hand to take my cock in hand in the way she did in my dream. In the way she did in my dream, she fondled the head of my cock with her finger tips before tightly wrapping her fingers around my cock. My sexual fantasy come true, slowly she stroked me. My mother was finally giving me a hand job.

'Happy birthday to me,' I thought.

"I'd love for you to wash my cock Mom," I said looking up at her with expectant eyes while hoping she would.

Just as she did in my dream, not having to wrap her fingers around my cock, she did that herself. She looked up at me, laughed, and lathered my cock up with soap while stroking me in the way that I imagined she would if we were a couple.

"Are you happy now?"

"No," I said. "Not yet."

With the water running on the back of her naked body, I wrapped my arm around her waist, pulled her to me, and kissed her while sliding my hand down her naked body to cup her sweet ass, something I always wanted to do. Figuring she'd resist my incestuous, sexual advances, she didn't. Figuring she wouldn't return my passion, she allowed me to part her lips with my tongue before returning my French kisses. With her big breasts pushing against my chest and my erect cock pressing against her soft belly, I kissed her in the way that no son should ever kiss his mother. With one hand feeling her breast and fingering her nipple, my other hand cupped her pussy. Thinking that I was heading for home after crosses third base, not even wanting to wait until she dried herself and made herself comfortable in bed, I figured that I'd push her up against the shower wall and take her right there in the shower. Only, as soon as I rubbed her clit while kissing her and entered her with my finger, she pushed me away.

"As much as I want to have sex with you Charles, I can't. We can't do this. I'm your mother and you're my son," she said looking up at me with trepidation while biting her lip. "It's wrong for us to have sex," she said while staring at my disappointment while pausing before speaking. Her silence was the longest of my life until she said what I wanted to hear. "What if I give you a hand job?"

A hand job? A hand job from my mother is good. Only, I thought, since when is a hand job not sex? Thankful for her offer to masturbate me, I'd gladly accept any sexual favor my mother wanted to willingly give me. Not waiting for me to respond, she wrapped her hand around my cock and started stroking me.

"Feel free to feel my breasts and finger my nipples, while I masturbate you," she said as if reading my horny mind.

I couldn't believe my mother was masturbating me while allowing me access to her beautiful breasts and finger her big nipples. Faster and faster while gripping my cock harder, she stroked my cock. All that I imagined it would be to feel my mother's hand wrapped around my cock and stroking me, the best plan I ever had was to celebrate Nude Day naked with my now naked mother.

"Suck me Mom. Blow me. I need to feel my cock in your mouth," I said whispering in her ear while gently pushing down on her shoulder. Hoping beyond hope, I was more than willing to give up a motherly hand job for the sake of a motherly blowjob. I hoped she'd take the hint and submit by sucking me for the sake of giving me the best birthday gift, a birthday blowjob, that a horny son could ever hope to receive from his loving mother.

"Charles..." she said not finishing the thought. She stopped stroking me to stare down at my prick.

Expecting the worse, a rejection, while imagining the best, her falling to her knees and taking me in her hand before taking me in her mouth, I had no idea what she was about to do or say. Paramount in my sexual desire for my mother, her sucking me was all that went through my mind. Would she or wouldn't she blow me? My incestuous lust for her interfered with me correctly reading her.

With my hard cock still in her hand and her breast in my hand, I so wanted her to blow me while I reached down to play with her big tits and finger her nipples. I so wanted to cum in my mother's mouth while watching her swallowing me. I so wanted to know what my mother sounded like when cumming as I fingered her pussy, licked her, and made love to her.

"I really want to suck you, I do, I really do," she said looking up at me with apologetic eyes. "It's been a long while since I've had a cock in my mouth. I used to love sucking your father but, no longer able to get an erection, he was so sick for so long," she said as if talking to herself while stroking me again. "The only sexual satisfaction he had was watching me wear my sexy nightgowns and occasionally feeling my tits and fingering my nipples," she said sadly.

"I understand Mother," I said suddenly feeling guilty that I was asking her for a blowjob when I should have been satisfied with a hand job.

Obviously she had issues and still grieving over the loss of my Dad, I felt like such a cad for pressuring her for a blowjob. She fell silent and more than curious to what she was thinking and what she'd say next, I waited for her to speak again. She looked up at me with foreboding as if we were about to commit a crime and in some states and some countries, we were.

In the way she looked at me, she was so beautiful, so vulnerable, and so sexy. It was then that I figured my Nude Day celebration was over. It was then that I figured my Mom would never wear another sexy nightgown in front of me again. Just once, wanting to experience that from her with her looking up at me with her big, blue eyes and with my cock filling her mouth, I wished she'd suck me. Just once, I wished she'd allow me to have sex with her naked body. Just once, I wished she'd make all of my incestuous, sexual dreams come true. Only, once again, not reading her correctly, figuring she'd deny me the pleasure of her mouth and body, she surprised me.

"Maybe just this once, because it's Nude Day and you're birthday, I'll suck you but you must promise not to cum in my mouth," she said.

What? Did I hear her right or is it my incestuous lust for my mother interfering with my thought process by imagining what I hoped she say? Did my mother agreed to suck me for Nude Day and for my birthday? Seriously? Are you kidding me? I couldn't believe my ears.

"Okay Mom," I said willing to agree to anything she asked of me, even cleaning out the cellar, the garage, and washing and waxing her car for the sake of a Nude Day, birthday blowjob from my sexy mother.

"This is a big deal for me to do this for you Charles," she said looking up at me with her big, beautiful, blue eyes. "It's one thing for me to touch you and stroke your cock but it's quite another thing for me to suck you, especially with you cumming in my mouth," she said looking down at my cock as if she was absentmindedly talking to herself again or talking to my prick. "Please respect my wishes by not cumming in my mouth," she said looking up at me to make eye contact. "Okay?"

Doing everything but winking at me, maybe it was me just misreading her again and maybe it was my incestuous lust getting in the way of my emotions, but I think my mother was asking me to cum in her mouth. In the sexy way she said that I must promise her not to cum in her mouth was as if she wanted me to cum in her mouth. I wasn't sure of her meaning. I didn't know. I couldn't tell. Yet figuring I'd error on the incestuous side, despite her asking me not to, I planned on cumming in her mouth anyway. If I've gone this far, why not go all the way.

"Okay, Mom. I promise not to cum in your mouth," I said.

"Let me know when you're ready to cum and I'll pull you out of my mouth and you can cum on my tits," she said turning off the shower water before getting down on her knees. "Okay?"

"Okay Mom," I said.

Just as I imagined her doing in all of my incestuous dreams about her, I couldn't believe my mother was on her knees and kneeling in front of me while looking up at me. I'm forever remember this day for the rest of my miserable life. Even though I've dreamt of this scenario a hundred times, I never thought this would really happen. Not wanting to miss a thing, I stared down at my mother poised on her knees and ready to suck me.

As if it all suddenly happened in slow motion, I watched her toy with the head of my cock with her fingertips while staring at my engorged prick. Watching her making me harder with her hand while staring at my cock as if she was hypnotized by my big prick, she was making me so excited. As if I was watching her stroke someone else, I watched her lovingly stroke me. Then, without warning, she opened her mouth and took me inside.

With the warmth of her mouth and the feel of her tongue, I couldn't believe my mother was blowing me. Finally she was sucking my cock. My mother was really sucking me. I looked down and her lips were tightly wrapped around my prick in the way I imagined they'd be in so very many sexual fantasies about her. I could feel her tongue swirling around the head of my cock. My mother was giving me the best blowjob I've ever had in my life. Then, with her hand stroking me while she sucked me, she looked up at me. 

I loved it when she looked up at me with her big, blue eyes. I loved it when she removed my cock from her mouth to tease me with her tongue while staring up at me to watch my reaction to her tongue, mouth, and lips all over my cock. I loved watching her lick my stiff prick. As if she was my girlfriend, my lover, and/or my wife, instead of my sexy mother, I put a gentle hand to the side of her face before stroking her soft, long, blonde hair and before I reached down to feel her beautiful breasts and finger her hard nipples. I loved my mother's big tits and I couldn't wait to suck them. Perhaps, opening up this new sexual door, I wondered if she'd allow me to make love to her before fucking her later, really pounding her pussy. Maybe from this point forward, putting aside all of the pretenses that a mother has when her sexuality interferes with her son and the horniness that a son has that interferes with how he feels truly about his mother, we could share the same bed.

In the horny state I've been all morning, I knew it wouldn't take me long to cum. Unable to help myself, I put a gentle hand to the back of my mother's head and started humping her mouth while fucking her face. She was getting into giving me a blowjob too by sucking me deeper and stroking me faster. No longer able to control my passion for her, holding her there and not wanting her to pull away, I put a heavier hand to the back of her head and pushed her face forward while unloading the biggest volume of cum in her mouth I ever had. I didn't release her until I expelled all that I had in her mouth and until she swallowed all that I had to give. My Mom not only blew me but, against her expressed wishes and against my promise, I ejaculated in my mother's mouth and she swallowed me.

"Charlie. You promised not to cum in my mouth," she said protesting mildly in the same way she said when I barged in her room while she was dressing or undressing.

"Sorry Mom," dizzy with sexual satisfaction, sorry was all that I said.

"Just like all men, I can't trust you," she said with a laugh.

"Sorry Mom," I reiterated while recalling her looking up at me with her big, beautiful blue eyes while my cock buried in her mouth, my hands were all over her tits, and my fingers were pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples.

After going where no son should ever go with his mother, instead of things getting worse between us, after I ejaculated in her mouth, things got so much better. The next night and every night thereafter we slept together in her bed. Forget about her walking around in her sexy nightgowns, she was always naked and I was too. Making love to her before fucking her, I was having sex with my Mom on a regular basis. 

As if we were a newlywed couple on our Honeymoon, instead of mother and son, we had sex in every room of the house. As if we were lovers instead of mother and son, she'd suck my cock and allow me to cum in her mouth every time I gave her an orgasm with my fingers, my mouth, and my cock. As much as I loved having intercourse with my mother, as much as I loved her sucking my cock, I loved licking her pussy. Being able to watch her face come alive with sexual orgasms was something that I never could have imagined. I had to experience her sexual pleasure for me to imagine her sexual satisfaction. Now with me being so sexually intimate with my mother, I wanted to marry her. I wanted to be her man for the rest of my life.

Then, there was Julie. Whenever I was in bed naked with my mother, I forgot that I had a girlfriend. I forgot all about Julie. Yet, with one woman pulling me in one direction stronger than the other, I needed to be with Julie.

With all good things coming to an end, now that I have a girlfriend who I love and who loves me, reluctantly, I wanted to end the incestuous, sexual relationship that I was having with my mother. Only fearing that I'd lose one of them or both of them, I didn't know how to do that without hurting her feelings by rejecting her in favor or Julie. How could I hurt my mother after she's given me all that I ever wanted from her? Impossible for me to tell her that I no longer wanted to sleep with her and afraid that Julie would find out that I've been having sex with my mother and leave me, I did the one thing that would put my consternation to an end.

Hoping they'd understand, as I was with my mother, I was honest with Julie. If they loved me as much as they told me they did, they understand. Just as my mother needed to understand and to accept my need to sleep with Julie, Julie needed to understand and accept my need to sleep with my mother. 

* * * * *

"Good night Julie," I said turning to my left to give her a long, wet French kiss while feeling her breasts, fingering her nipples, and rubbing her clit before fingering her pussy.

"Good night Charlie," she said returning my kiss while stoking my cock.

"Good night mother," I said turning to my right to give my mother her a long, wet French kiss while feeling her breasts, fingering her nipples, and rubbing her clit before fingering her pussy.

"Good night Charlie," said my mother returning my kiss while stoking my cock.

Now with the three of us happy sharing the same king, sized bed, life couldn't be any better, that is, until Julie's sexy, promiscuous, bi-sexual mother was slated to come for a visit.

'Oh dear.'

To be continued... 



Mother's Nude Day Nightmare Ch. 04



My wife, Julie, the love of my life, seduces my mother Susan.

Now happily married for more than a year and with our sleeping arrangements working out splendidly, even better than expected, the only fly in the ointment was Julie's mother coming for a visit. Dreading her visit, to save her the awkwardness and us the embarrassment, I wanted us to visit her but she insisted on coming to visit us. Embarrassed that she'd learn that the three of us were sleeping in the same, king-sized bed together, I didn't want Julie's mother to know that I as having sex with my mother. I needed to come up with a plan to make it appear that we were living normal and happily married moral lives instead of her finding out that when I wasn't having sex with Julie, I was having sex with my mother. 

The only plan I had was to move back to my old bedroom, return my mother her bedroom, and to give Julie's mother the guest bedroom while pretending that these were our normal sleeping arrangements. Figuring that somehow and someway one of us would mess up and expose my incestuous sleeping accommodations to Julie's mother, I dreaded moving all of our stuff from my mother's master bedroom to my bedroom and having to move it all back again when Julie's mother left. Not wanting to hide behind lies, I wished I could openly declare, not just to my mother but to the world, my love for my wife and my lust for my mother. No doubt, me broadcasting our living arrangements to everyone would be a mistake. Especially, upon my too private confession, with having my mother-in-law knowing the intimate details of our sexual lives, there was no reason to tell her that her daughter lived, played, and slept in the Devil's playground.

"Until your mother leaves, we'll just have to move back to my bedroom," I said to Julie expecting her to not only agree but also to be relieved with my man of the house decision. 

Feeling that I needed to protect her from herself and with only God knowing all that happened between them, I could tell that her mother had an emotional hold on her in the way that my mother had a sexual hold on me. Only, little did I know that her mother had the same incestuous hold on her than my mother had on me.

"Why?" She shrugged with lackadaisical indifference and disinterest while looking at me as if I was nuts.

Why? Duh? The typical dumb blonde, sometimes she says dumb things, one of the reasons why I love her so much. She's so cute. She's so funny in her naiveté that I just want to throw a big arm around her to protect her from the world. Different than how I feel about my mother, Julie is my sweet baby and my mother is my hot Mama.

"Why?"

I looked at her not believing that she didn't understand the negative ramifications of her mother finding out that I slept with my mother. Other than confessing to her mother that I was an incestuous pervert who equally loved his wife as much as his mother, not everyone is as open minded, especially when it comes to sex.

"Yes. Why? I don't understand you reading into what my mother would think is embarrassingly inappropriate when you don't even know her," she said making her stand and holding her ground.

I could tell she was getting angry. I gave her a patient, loving smile that a loving and understanding husband would give his wife when calling a homerun a goal, a goal a touchdown, and mistaking a Chevy for a Ford or a Honda for a Toyota. Women are so naive.

"Actually, with you never talking about your mother, I don't even know her name," I said not wanting to continue referring to her mother as just mother. What's your mother's first name?"

"Emma," she said.

"Emma. That's a pretty name," I said looking at her while waiting for her to volunteer more information about her mother and when she didn't, I continued. "I don't have to know your mother to know human nature Julie, especially someone from her generation. Wait. I don't even know how old your mother is. How old is she?"

"She's not much older than your mother, a year or two a part. They're about the same age. I think my mother is 44 or 45-years-old," she said shrugging. "She's secretively protective about anyone knowing her real age, even me. When she has to confess her age, in the way that Jack Benny did, she tells everyone that she's thirty-nine-years-old."

"I see," I said. "Anyway, seriously, and back to my original question, what would your mother think of the three of us sleeping in the same bed together?"

I gave her a look of justified smugness as if I was her father protecting her from the world when I was her husband protecting her from embarrassing herself in front of her mother. How awful for Julie's mother to know that I was an incestuous pervert who had sex with his mother? Only the embarrassment I imagined she'd have wasn't her embarrassment but my embarrassment. Obviously and not knowing it at the time, by moving from my mother's bedroom back to my bedroom, I was saving myself from the embarrassment and not her. I was such a fool.

"I don't even know what my mother thinks," she said with a toss of her pretty head. "Never able to read her, I never know what goes through her too selfish mind. Everything is all about her."

"Nonetheless the self-centeredness of our mother, I'd be so embarrassed for your mother to know that I'm sleeping with my mother," I confessed while hoping that my wife would be more forthcoming with confessing her personal information, especially about her mother, too. "Moreover, I'd be embarrassed for your mother to know that I'm sleeping with my mother and with you in the same bed. Wouldn't you be embarrassed for your mother know that your husband was having sex with his mother?"

"What would my mother think?" She shrugged while giving me a practiced, plastic smile that a New York model would give a fan. "You don't know my mother Charlie." She laughed.

"Okay, then tell me about your mother so that I can understand what I need to know about her for us to have a congenial visit," I said.

She looked at me as if she was my old professor and was about to educate me to the ways of her mother and enlighten me to the ways of the world.

"Her preferred sleeping arrangement is with a man on one side of her and a woman on the other," she said waiting for my reaction but I didn't give her one.

"Interesting," is all that I said while waiting for her to continue.

I was shocked by her saying that her mother's preferred sleeping arrangement was having a man on one side of her and a woman on the other side of her. Not wanting her to think that I was judging her or her mother, I remained silent.

"Do you want me to tell you what my mother would really think about the three of us sleeping in the same bed and you sleeping with your mother?" Apparently a rhetorical question, she didn't wait for me to respond before she continued. "Truth be known, my mother would be sexually aroused and jealous that the three of us were sleeping in the same bed together," she said with another laugh before looking at me with seriousness.

"Wow," I said unable to control my shock. "I had no idea that your mother was so sexually open and understanding. Much like everyone else in this closed minded, uptight, sexually frustrated society, I figured she was a prude."

"You figured wrong," said my wife about her mother. "You needn't worry about what my mother thinks. She's the last woman you need to go out of your way to please," she said with a sardonic sneer. "With her already having been there and having done that, she'd shock you with her sexual antics and inappropriate escapades before you could shock her." 

"A man on one side of her and a woman on the other side of her, I don't understand," I said stunned and suddenly feeling like the dumb one. I couldn't help myself from asking the obvious question. "Why would your mother be jealous of our sleeping arrangements?"

Her mother being jealous of me sleeping with my mother and her daughter in the same bed made no sense to me at all. In the way she referred to her mother with a uncaring shrug, call it a hunch but, I could tell that there was no love lost between Julie and her mother, Emma. I wondered if that would ever happen between me and my mother, Susan. Now after experiencing my mother in the Biblical sense for more than a year, I couldn't imagine my mother not being in my life and in my bed. As much as I love Julie, I love Susan. As much as I want my wife, I want my mother. I'd do anything for the both of them, even temporarily move out of my mother's bedroom to spare my wife and/or my mother the embarrassment of my incestuous lust for my her.

"I never told you because I'm embarrassed of my mother," she said with sadness.

"Embarrassed by your mother? Why? I don't understand. For better or for worse, she's your mother." When she broke my eye contact by looking down and away from me, suspecting there was so much more to this story, I persevered in wanting to know more about her mother.

"Suffice to say that she's not a good person. Let's just leave it at that. Otherwise, the embarrassment you thought you were saving me from in moving out of your mother's bedroom is superseded by the embarrassment I'd have in telling you more about my mother," she said looking up at me for understanding.

"We promised not to have any secrets. So tell me. Why are you embarrassed by your mother?"

I waited for her to respond and when she didn't I coerced her. Being that my mother could never embarrass me, no matter what she did or said, I was curious to know why Julie's mother embarrassed her. Perhaps not as close as I was to my mother but if anything, a daughter should be close to her mother.

"I'd rather not. I'd rather you formed your own judgments about her. I'll tell you all about her after she leaves," she said.

"I'm your husband. If there's something I need to know, I need to know about your mother, my mother, before she arrives and while she's here. Tell me, why does your mother embarrass you?"

Suddenly, having not seen a picture of Julie's mother, I imagined her mother being grossly overweight, toothless, classless, and having bad breath. I imagined her mother just being released from an insane asylum after murdering her husband or paroled from state prison on a weapons and attempted murder charge. Maybe she's a bank robber or enjoys flashing her breasts to truckers. Hoping more for the latter than the former, in the way that Julie and my mother both are, I'd love for Julie's mother to be an exhibitionist too. Wow. That would be hot if Julie's mother enjoyed walking around in front of me naked.

"My Mom is a whore and a swinger," she said with a sad, sick laugh. "Trust me, if anyone would understand us sleeping together, she'd understand us sleeping in the same bed. Our sleeping arrangements is nothing that my mother hasn't already done many times with different people before, even strangers she barely knows. No doubt thinking that daughter was just like mother, I can't tell you how many of her men and women friends hit on me. If we'd have a problem with our sleeping arrangement at all, the problem we'd have is in trying to keep my mother out of our bed," she said.

Her mothers' a whore and a swinger too? Wow! Holy shit! Hello Mommy. Having not seen a picture of her, for her to be not only a whore but also a swinger, suddenly I wondered again what she looked like. For her to be a whore that men want and a swinger that everyone wants, she must be good looking and if she looks anything like her daughter, tall, blonde, beautiful, and busty, then she must be a real knockout.

Having never met a whore or a swinger before, I couldn't envision what Julie's mother would look like and how she'd act. Surely, unbeknownst to me that there were whores and/or swingers walking by me on the sidewalk, no doubt, I've met lots of whores and swingers before. It isn't as if they confess their sexual peccadilloes, orientation, preferences, and fetishes to strangers. It isn't as if they walk around tattooed with scarlet letters on their forehead in the way that Hester was forced wear the scarlet letter in Nathaniel Hawthorne's Scarlet Letter. Okay, now that I think of it, perhaps the tramp stamp, the tattoo that women seem fond to permanently mark their lower back with, is the closest thing that we have to the scarlet letter today to help us identify whores and swingers. Yet not every woman with a tattoo is a whore and/or a swinger.

Just as sometimes our culture is outrageous in their inability to make a public spectacle out of themselves over sex, morals have been replaced with pantiless women giving blowjobs instead of kisses on the first date. With celebrities having sex tapes, so many couple having adulterous affairs, and with more divorces today than there are marriages, the Devil's playground, we live in an immoral society. Whatever the sexual peccadillo and/or fetish, there are videos online for all to watch. Yet, America is still a puritanical society and the Bible belt is still alive and well. Not every woman is a slut and not every man wants to sleep with his mother.

Suddenly, lost in one of my sexual fantasies, I imagined after just meeting my mother, overcome with sexual lust for me, I imagined myself being forcibly taken by her. Being that she's a whore and a swinger, I imagined her raping me. Wow!

'No. Stop. Please don't. You mustn't. This is so wrong Emma. You're Julie's mother and I'm her husband. You mustn't do this. Control yourself.'

I begged her to release me as she pushed me on her bed, mounted me, and started stripping off my clothes. Too strong in her desire for me, determined to have her wicked way with me, I was no match for her and powerless to stop her from having sex with me.

'Stop! You mustn't do this. I'm married to your daughter. You're my mother. Help! Someone help me. Someone save me. Help! Rape!'

I imagined her paying no heed to my pleas and stripping me naked before having her wicked way with my naked body. Wow! After having sex with my mother, after indulging myself by tasting the forbidden fruits of incest and by lowering myself to experiencing the diabolical debauchery that resides in the Den of the Devil, I was already a lost soul. Now looking for and wanting more, without even knowing what she looked like, I wondered what it would be like to have sex with my mother. Wanting to howl at the moon, just the thought of having sex with Julie's mother gave me an erection.

"Still, I don't know if I feel comfortable with your mother knowing that I'm sleeping with my mother and with you," I said. 

I looked at her trying to suddenly understand her lack of concern while confused by her non-existent embarrassment over her mother knowing all of our sexual secrets. Even with the knowledge that her mother is a whore and a swinger, I still didn't understand why she'd want her mother to know the intimate details of our personal, sexual relationships. Maybe, she was trying to make her mother jealous. Maybe she was trying to make her mother feel guilty. I didn't know. All I knew was that they'd be a good chance that I'd be having sex with my mother, that is, so long as my mother didn't find out that I was cheating on her with Julie's mother.

I tried to read her about her mother in the way that I used to look at my mother when trying to read her. Puzzled by their mood swings and in the way that women see things so differently than do men, women confound me. I never know what they're thinking. Maybe I'm better off not knowing what they're thinking. Maybe, needing to just go with the flow, not questioning things but just allowing them to happen, I should just remain quiet and enjoyed the ride.

"You're worrying over nothing," she said.

Nothing? How can she say that I'm worrying over nothing when her mother could conceivable return home and blab our sleeping arrangements to all of her family and friends. I'd be embarrassed by people I don't even know judging me. If ever I was to visit her family, viewed as if I was a leper, they'd treat me as if I had leprosy instead of incestuous, sexual perversity. 

"You're not worried what your mother will think of me sleeping with my mother and with you allowing the incest to continue by sleeping in the same bed? You're not worried about what she'll think of a mother who sleeps with her son? You're not worried about what she'll think of you sleeping with the both of us in the same bed? Next you'll be telling me that she'd be okay with the fact that I have sex with you one night and sex with my mother the next night while the both of you are there in bed with me listening to the other having sex."

"If my mother had a son, without doubt, she'd be doing him too," said Julie with a laugh. "You don't understand Charlie. It isn't as if we're having a threesome," said Julie rolling her eyes and sighing. "Not that I wouldn't want to have a threesome with your mother," she admitted with a dirty laugh. "Really, our sex life is no big deal," she said. "Besides, that's not how I meant it," she said with a laugh.

"No offense taken," I said suddenly imagining Julie having a threesome with my mother.

Now wondering if she was bi-sexual, I wondered if my wife ever slept with a woman. I wondered if she was serious about having a threesome with my mother. After taking my turn with the both of them, I wouldn't mind watching the two of them together. It would be so hot to watch Julie making out my mother before sliding her body down between my mother's legs to lick her pussy. I imagined filling my mother's mouth with my cock while Julie ate my mother or me taking my mother from behind while she licked Julie's pussy. Suddenly an entire new world of sexual depravity opened up before my horny eyes.

"You're with me and with your mother sexually. So what? What's the big deal? You're blowing all of this out of proportion Charlie. It's just sex. Whether we're monogamous or sleep with dozens of others, us having sex is none of anyone's business. What we do behind closed, bedroom doors is for us to know," she said looking at me as if trying to read me. She remained silent while staring at me and as if trying to read my mind. "The only thing that I worry about is what you'll do when my mother makes a pass at you and, trust me, she will."

"You need not worry about that. You need to trust me Julie. I'm loyally faithful to you," I said and my mother, I thought. "There's no need to worry about me having sex with your mother," I said waving a hand of disinterest while suddenly thinking of Julie's mother naked and on her knees with my cock in her mouth.

"Don't say that I didn't warn you," she said with a sneer.

Seriously, why would I want the cow when I have the calf? Then, I thought about my mother. Why would I still want my mother when I have Julie in my life? So young and beautiful, Julie is everything that I imagine my mother was when she was her age. Extrapolating the sexual relationship that I had with my mother with the one that I conceivably could have with my mother, I wondered if my sexual excitement would be just as satisfyingly high having sex with my mother-in-law as it was having sex with my mother and/or having sex with her daughter. Here I am thinking about having sex with my mother-in-law when I've yet to even meet the woman and when I have no idea what she even looks like.

"Having sex with one mother is enough for me," I said lying while making a joke and laughing.

"In the way that I'm not enough woman for you to reject your mother, you'd accept my mother too, once you met her and once she cast her sexual spell on you," she said.

After Julie said that about me not rejecting my mother for the sake of her, I wondered if she was jealous of my mother. I wondered if my mother was jealous of Julie. Conceivably thinking everything was perfect, I could have an explosive situation on my hands, one that could ruin everything. Being the incestuous pervert that I am, not that having sex with a relative who's not blood related is really considered incest, nonetheless, if Julie's mother offered me sex, depending on what she looked like, I may not be able to turn her down. Then, thinking about the whole extramarital affair with her mother blowing up in my face and me losing Julie and my mother, I needed to be careful what I said and what I did.




Mother's Nude Day Nightmare Ch. 04



"I don't need to have sex with another woman to complicate my life any more than it already is."

"Complicate your life?" She shot me a look that suddenly gave me the chills. "Is that what I am to you, a complication?"

Oh, oh, I said the wrong thing now. Women, women, woman, needing to think before opening my stupid mouth, I should just remain quiet.

"That's not what I meant Julie and you know it. I'm sorry if you took offense by what I said. I don't want to be arguing with you over your mother when I've yet to meet the woman and to form my own opinion of her," I said reaching out to hug and kiss my wife. "If you're a complication and I'm not saying that you are, you're a complication that I love having in my life," I said kissing her.

"You don't know my mother," she said pulling away from me and giving me a sly smile. "No man or woman has ever turned her down for sex."

"Wow," I said imagining a line of men and woman waiting to have sex with her.

"As if she's a wicked, sexy witch, once she sets her sights on someone, young, old, married, male, or female, everyone is fair game. It's all a sexy, sexual game for her to seduce everyone on the planet that she comes in contact with," she said looking at me for understanding. 

"Wow," I said imagining Julie's mother sleeping with so many people while imagining Emma standing over a boiling, black kettle and brewing up a love potion for her to have sex with multitudes and with me.

Suddenly, imagining that she must be wicked good in bed to have had so many lovers, it was then that I wondered if she had a contagious, sexually transmitted disease. 

"She's slept with all of my boyfriends, all of my teachers both male and female, all of my friend's parents, and I'm sure she'll sleep with you too," she said with a stern look on her face as if suddenly she was forecasting my future. "Truly, I don't care if you do sleep with my mother. No doubt, you will," she said with a disinterested shrug. "Expecting the worst while hoping for the best, I'm just preparing you for the inevitable. Knowing you as I do, I know you love me," she said. "Knowing you as I do, I know you'd never say no to having sex with my mother."

"Now that you warned me about your mother, I'll never sleep with--"

"I slept with my mother," she said making solid eye contact with me. "If that doesn't give you an indication of the sexual hold that she has on people, whether male or female, stranger, daughter, or son, I don't know what will."

Suddenly the images of Julie in bed naked with her mother played through my mind as if I was watching a porn movie, Julie Does her Mother. I imagined them having incestuous, lesbian sex. I imagined them making out, kissing, and feeling one other before stripping each other naked. I imagined them having oral sex. I imagined them having sex with a strap on dildo.

"You slept with your mother? Seriously?"

I looked at her as if she suddenly grew a second head. Yet, kettle black, who was I to judge her for sleeping with her mother when I've been sleeping with mine? Two peas in a pod, I didn't realize how much we were alike and how much we had in common until her incestuous confession. Fuck me! Wow!

"Yes," she said looking ashamed.

Different from me, I didn't understand her shame when I had no shame at all for sleeping with my mother. Perhaps, I'd feel shame if I was telling someone who disapproved of a son having sex with his mother. Maybe if I felt someone was judging me unfairly without knowing me that I'd feel anger instead of shame. Nonetheless how I felt, I didn't understand her look of shame for sharing her body with her mother and experiencing her mother's body in the same beautiful way. Not wanting to misinterpret what she said, I asked her again.

"Do you mean sleep or do you mean," I said pausing while waiting for the images of Julie in bed naked with her mother to finish flashing through my mind, "sex?" Knowing she did already by the expression of embarrassment on her face, she didn't have to answer my question for me to know that she did have sex with her mother.

"Sex. We've had sex many times, dozens of times. The year before I left to come here to live, needing to get away from her, we shared the same bed and routinely had sex," she said. "In the beginning I wanted her as much as she wanted me. In the beginning it was a beautiful thing, that is, until my mother used me having sex with her against me to embarrass me in front of my dates and boyfriends. Wanting me all for herself, she was jealous of anyone who came between us. Now that I'm married and with her coming to visit, I don't trust her intentions."

"Wow," I said not yet done imagining my wife with her mother.

"Incestuous sex for women is different that it is from men. We more care about comfort and love than we do about having sex for the sake of having an orgasm. Most times we didn't orgasm. Most times, we'd just hold one another while kissing, touching, and while knowing we were both safe from harm when in one another's arms. Even though I sometimes don't show it and act like I don't love her, I love my mother. I do. I really do," she said as if reassuring herself that she loved her mother.

"Now that I know that you've slept with your mother, that explains you being so understanding about me sleeping with my mother," I said. 

Suddenly filled with images of Julie's arms and legs entwined with her mother's arms and legs while they made love and had sex, I had an erection. Wishing I were a fly on the wall, I wished I could have been in bed with them. Being that she's been sleeping in the same bed with my mother, I wondered if she was as attracted to my mother as I was and as she obviously is to her own mother. Even though she confessed that she had sex with her mother dozens of times, maybe she was only sexually attracted to her mother and not to any other woman. She's already admitted that she'd be agreeable to a threesome if my mother agreed to it too.

"I know this may sound bad but, just as you had the incestuous urge to sleep with your mother," she said with a pause, "I did too," she said. "I don't know why, I just felt the need to be close to her in that forbidden way."

At first thinking that she was referring to her mother, now I wasn't so sure.

"Do you mean to say that you had the urge to have sex with your mother or with my mother?"

"With your mother. I've been fantasizing about having sex with your mother," she said. 

"Really?" Wanting to give her the benefit of the doubt, I needed her to clarify her meaning. "You mean, now that we're all sleeping in the same bed together, that you've had the urge to sleep with my mother and not have sex with my mother in the way that I always wanted to have sex with my mother? Right? Is that what you meant by saying that you had the urge to sleep with my mother?"

Suddenly, just as I imagined Julie in bed with her mother, I now imagined Julie in bed with my mother. I imagined them kissing, touching, and feeling one another's bodies. I imagined my mother feeling Julie's big tits and fingering her nipples, while Julie rubbed my mother's clit and fingered her pussy. I imagined Julie licking my mother's pussy before watching my mother licking Julie's pussy.

As erotic as it was to imagine them naked and in bed together having sex, the outrageous sexual images disappeared as quickly as they came when I looked at Julie's big, blue eyes. How can someone so beautiful be as perversely twisted as I am? Then, as soon as I thought that, I thought of my mother. As beautiful as was Julie and as beautiful as I imagined Julie's mother to be, my mother was just as sexual depraved as I was too.

"No, I mean, in the way that you once did, I fantasize about having sex with Susan," she said looking at me as if waiting for my response to her confession that she's attracted to my mother. Dumbfounded, when I didn't respond, she continued, "Before we all slept together in the same bed, as you confessed to me that she did to you, your mother drove me crazy when parading around me in her sexy nightgowns. With her showing so very much of her nearly naked body, I just wanted to grab her and kiss her," she said.

"I know that feeling," I said with a laugh.

"She's a beautiful woman Charlie and as beautiful as my Mom. I'd do your mother if I could," she said staring at me.

Pussy for cock, with Julie wanting to do my mother, I wondered if Julie would allow me to do her mother, so long as Emma was agreeable to giving her son sex and so long as my mother would agree to me doing Emma too. My asking my mother permission to have sex with my mother-in-law would be a mute point if my mother had sex with my wife. By everything that Julie told me about my mother-in-law being a whore and a swinger, chances are she'd want to have sex with me as much as I'd like to have sex with her.

"I had no idea you were attracted to my mother," I said suddenly feeling jealous of my wife wanting my mother over me.

Again I wondered if her being attracted to my mother, even though she's already said that she wouldn't care if I did, would open the door for me to have sex with her mother.

"When we're in bed together, when I'm having sex with you while your mother is sleeping beside you, I know it's wrong of me to do that with you on top of me but sometimes I think about having sex with your mother. Sometimes while you're inside of me, I want to reach out my hand and feel your mother's big breasts and finger her nipples before fingering her pussy. Then when she parades around me nearly naked in her sexy nightgowns, I just want to kiss her, French kiss her, and rip off her nightgown to have sex with her. Other times, I just want to hold her and hug her while feeling her," she said staying silent while staring at me with trepidation. "Do you know what I mean?"

"Yes, I know exactly how you feel," I said remembering all the games of exhibitionism and voyeurism that I played with my mother before finally seducing her.

"Do you think she'd accept me as her lover or reject me?"

Weird that my wife would ask me if my mother would want to have sex with her, I couldn't believe I was having this conversation first about her mother and not about my mother. Strange that I'd feel this way, especially when I sometimes think about having sex with my mother when I'm with Julie and think about having sex with Julie when I'm having sex with my mother, I understood her feelings. Yet, even though she didn't say exactly that, suddenly, I was disgusted and jealous by the fact that my wife wanted to sleep with my mother instead of with me. The Devil's playground, if only the neighbors knew the den of debauchery we had going on in our bedroom, as if we lived in a house or sexual sin and we did, we'd be ostracized from our own neighborhood. Solely based upon my mother's good looks and her sensational body, if only my friends knew that I was sleeping with my mother and possibly will be sleeping with my swinging mother, they'd be giving me high fives.

"I don't know," I said. "As far as I know, my Mom's not lesbian or bi-sexual, at least I don't think she is. I mean, I don't know what she did in her past before me. She was married to my Dad for more than twenty years, from the time she was 18-years-old. With my Dad being the pervert that he was, who knows if one of his perverse peccadilloes was to watch my mother with another woman. Perhaps for my mother to marry my perverted day, she was sexually deranged too. I have no idea," I said feeling my cock hardening by the thoughts of my mother having sex with a woman while my father watched. Wow.

"This may sound like an odd request," said Julie while looking at me to watch my reaction. "With my mother coming to visit, in preparation for her salacious suspicions and, if nothing more than needing to know for me to retort in my defense," she paused while staring at me. "So that I can justify my actions of sleeping in the same bed with your mother, I'd like to find out if your mother is as attracted to me as I am to her," she said curling her blonde hair with her fingers. "Sleeping in the same bed is one thing but having sex is quite another."

"Really. It sounds to me like your justifying your reasons for wanting to sleep with my mother already."

"Maybe I am but I'd still like to have sex with your mother," she said.

"Seriously, you'd like to have sex with my mother?"

"Yes, I would," she said continuing to curl her long blonde hair with her fingers.

"And, pray tell, how do you propose we do that? How do I approach my mother and ask her if she'd like to have a lesbian affair with you, my wife?"

I looked at her with the stiffness of a father protecting his only daughter from a man who just asked if he could have sex with her. Only, my imagined daughter was my mother and her suitor was my wife. Weird.

"I don't expect you to ask her directly. If us having sex is meant to be, it will happen. Yet, in the meantime, we could loosen her inhibitions by getting her drunk," said Julie. "Then, when we put her to bed, instead of you sleeping in the middle, I can sleep next to your mother."

"That sounds like a good idea," I said getting more excited of watching Julie with my mother.

"That way, if anything was to happen, she could always blame it on the alcohol. If anything was to happen, it will happen then while I spoon her, touch her, and hold her while fondling her breasts and fingering her nipples. If she turns to kiss me, it's all destiny from there," she said swooning with the apparent thoughts of making out with while feeling up my mother. "If she brushes my arm and hand away then I know she's not interested and no harm done."

Not the shy woman that I first met and fell in love with, after her confessing what she sexually did with her mother, she made me wonder if she's had other lesbian relationships and affairs before, slept with her boyfriends' mothers or maybe even had sex with her girlfriends' mothers. Never suspecting that Julie was bi-sexual and never contemplating that my mother could be bi-sexual, all of this women lusting over women was new to me. That night, testing the bi-sexual waters, under the pretense telling my mother that Julie's mother was coming for a visit and explaining Julie's sexual past, as well as her mother's extensive, sexually torrid background, the stage was set for what was to happen or not happen when we all retired to bed.

After I seduced my mother or, more appropriately, she seduced me, before I married Julie and she moved in with us, no longer wearing her sexy nightgowns and lounging in them all day, as if every day was Nude Day, my mother walked around the house naked. With every day being Nude Day, we both walked around the house naked. Then, when Julie moved in, not as comfortable being so blatantly naked, even though we all slept in the same bed, my mother returned to wearing her sexy nightgowns. Honestly, even though my mother has an unbelievably hot body, especially for a woman over forty-years-old, as do all people, she looked better wearing something than nothing. As far as I'm concerned, it's more erotic to see a little and imagine the rest than seeing all and imagining nothing.

Following my mother's lead, even borrowing some of my mother's nightgowns to wear, being that none of us had to work or leave the house unless running errands, Julie lounged around in her sexy nightgowns too. Even answering the door in her sheer, low cut, short nightgowns and giving all who came to the door a show of their hot bodies, Julie was as much as an exhibitionist as was my mother. I can only imagine my neighbors peering over at my mother and wife with their binoculars to see all that they've imagined. A voyeur living with two exhibitionist women, my sexual life can't possibly get any better than that, that is, unless we all agreed to invite and welcome Julie's mother, Emma, in our little incestuous circle of perversity.

"How long will your mother be staying with us?" As if she was her daughter instead of her daughter, my mother looked at Julie and gave her a motherly smile.

"A week," said Julie.

"She can have the guest bedroom," said my mother pausing while looking from me to Julie and back to me before speaking. "I suppose, not to shock her and give her the wrong impression of us," she said with a little laugh, "we should temporarily change our sleeping arrangements."

"Unless you feel uncomfortable with my mother knowing that we're all sharing the same bed, there's no need to change our nightly routine," said Julie. "In the way that Charlie sleeps with you," she paused to look at me for courage before returning her look to my mother. "I slept with my mother."

My mother looked from her to me before returning her look to Julie.

"Do you mean just sleeping in the same bed with your mother," she said pausing in the way that Julie had just paused. "or did you have sex with your mother in the way that I have sex with my son?"

As if we were the first cosmopolitans in a new world, sexual order, with all of us being so maturely adult about our incestuous sleeping arrangements as if there was nothing wrong with a mother sleeping with her son and a daughter sleeping with her mother, my mother looked from Julie to smile at me. What did my mother's smile mean? I didn't know what she was thinking behind that smile. Maybe knowing my mother as well as I did, I didn't want to know.

"We had sex on numerous occasions," said Julie looking at me again before looking back at my mother.

"I see," said my mother giving Julie the eye while slowly sipping her wine.

Not much of a discussion and without going into any detail, without even an embarrassed look on my wife's face or a shocked look on my mother's face, that was the end of Julie's confession to my mother about her sleeping with her mother. Yet, with the dirty, unspoken thoughts that run through women's minds, little did I know that the stage was already set for Julie to have sex with my mother while I watched. Little did I know my having sex with my mother was about to blossom to Julie having sex with my mother and with me having sex with the both of them at the same time. Pinch me, having found the perfect sexual relationship, having sex with my mother and my wife in the same bed and at the same time, I'm dreaming.

That night, with my mother going to bed a little tipsy, already showered and changed into a clean nightgown, with her nightgown arranged just so in the way of a movie starlet shooting a sex scene, she slept upon her bed as if she was sleeping beauty. While looking at my mother posed there and looking so stunningly beautiful, I wondered if she was really sleeping. Maybe she suspected what was to happen next and was ready to be taken. Maybe my mother was as sexually attracted to my wife as Julie was sexually attracted to her my mother. Maybe this was the beginning of a beautiful thing.

Already ensconced in bed by the time Julie and I came up to bed, it was easy for us to switch positions without my mother noticing the change, that is, if indeed she was sleeping. As if her hand was my hand, I rested my head on my elbow to see what my wife was doing to my mother in the dark. But for the glow of a dim nightlight to illuminate the darkness with the lesbian lust that my wife had for my mother, I watched Julie caress my mother's shoulder and arm before doing the same thing to her leg and thigh. A sensuously beautiful thing to witness, as if her arm was my arm, as she spooned her, I watched her cuddle, hold, and hug my mother in the way that I did with my hips pressed tightly against her buttocks. Holding my breath while watching Julie's hand climb higher, I watched my wife take my mother's breast so gently in her hand. In the way that it must have obviously meant more to have sex with her mother than having sex with a stranger, I wondered if it meant more for Julie, as her daughter to have sex with my mother, her mother-in-law.




Mother's Nude Day Nightmare Ch. 04



In the way she's done this before with her mother and who knows who else, I didn't dare ask, I watched Julie finger my mother's nipples. Where my touches were more fast, desperate gropes, her touches were slow and lovingly delicate. Never knowing I was so clumsy in my moves, I had a lot to learn from Julie on how to make love to a woman.

Leaning over and moving towards the end of the bed before pulling up and sitting in a bedside chair to see all of the action, I didn't want to miss a thing. I watched Julie gently pull out my mother's nipples, first one and then the other, before fingering them again. My mother immediately reacted to Julie fingering her nipples more than she ever did with me fingering her nipples.

Watching Julie touching, fondling, and fingering my mother's breasts and nipples was an arousing sight to see. Just by the sensual way she felt my mother without being so expressly sexual as I've always done, she made me want to masturbate. Seeing her with my mother was more erotic than pornographic. Just watching them together made me want to join in their sexy fun but, not wanting to ruin things by rushing things, I was more than sexually satisfied watching Julie seduce my mother with her loving touches and slow seduction.

Then, as if a her hand was a magician's hand disappearing in his jacket to pull out a rabbit, I watched my wife's hand disappear in my mother's nightgown to pull out her breast. Being that Julie looked so much like my mother, a younger version of her, watching my wife with my mother was as if watching my sister with my mother. Weird. A sexually exciting sight to remember, it was so arousing to see my mother's breast in my wife's hand. No doubt, I'll be masturbating over this later.

Even after I've assaulted my mother's breasts with my hands, fingertips, and mouth, never have I seen my mother's nipples so big and so hard as they were from Julie's expert touch. Figuring the jig was up when my mother moved to her back and discovered it was Julie fingering her nipple and not me, she looked up at Julie and stroked her blonde hair from her face before kissing her. I watched Julie reach her hand in the other side of my mother's nightgown and do the same with her left breast that she did to her right breast.

Expecting the worst and expecting my mother to recoil, instead she kissed Julie. I couldn't believe my eyes. My mother was kissing my wife. Something I've only seen in porn videos, I couldn't believe that my wife was making out with my mother and my mother was returning her passion with her deep, wet kisses.

Watching two women French kissing is hot but when one of the women is my mother and the other woman is my wife, I couldn't help myself from pulling out my cock and stroking myself. If this was any indication to how my sexual life would now be, filled with threesomes, once Julie made love to my mother, I couldn't wait to have sex with the both of them at the same time. If this was any indication to how my sexual life would now be once my mother came on the scene, I was looking forward to watching my wife with her mother, Julie with my mother, my mother with my mother-in-law, and me experiencing all three of them together.

Willing to stand in line to have sex with my mother, as if I was suddenly thrown into the role of a clothed female, nude male, CFNM stripper, I couldn't wait to experience my first, three women orgy with me as the centerpiece. Only once I got these three women in bed with me, none of them would be clothed. Imagining three pussies, three asses, and six tits, an overload of hot, female bodies, whenever I got tired and needed a break, I'll just sit back and watch them going at one another. Way ahead of myself having not even met the woman, especially if my mother-in-law decided to live with us, as if a Sheik with his own harem or the master with his own cult, I'd never have blue balls again. With three hot women in my life, surely one of them would be in the mood to have sex with me.

Easing her body lower down my mother's body, I watched my wife lift my mother nightgown to her waist to expose her blonde, trimmed pussy. Without touching it, sniffing it, or licking it, she just stared at my mother's cunt. Even after confessing to Julie that I was sleeping with my mother and inviting her to sleep in the same bed with us, surprised when she agree to our sleeping arrangement, never did I imagine Julie joining in all of the sexual fun by having sex with my mother too.

She kissed my mother where no daughter should ever kiss her mother-in-law. I watched her finger my mother with her left hand while reaching up her right hand to fondle her breast and finger her nipple. Then, spreading her legs and making herself comfortable in between them, as if I was watching myself making oral love to my mother, I watched Julie flick out her tongue to give my mother a, long, slow, deliberate lick. As if she was Rembrandt with master strokes of her tongue instead of with her fingers, and indeed she was an artist at quickly bringing my mother to an orgasm, I watched my wife lick my mother.

In the way I've done so often, Julie was licking my mother's pussy. I watched her skilled fingers sexually arouse my mother enough to make her moan and wiggle. Neither woman was shy to let the other know what they wanted and what they liked. Never have I witnessed two women making love and, if only judging by their first experience, I knew that this first time wouldn't be the last. Obviously, when my mother put her two hands to Julie's blonde hair and mashed her face in her wet pussy, I knew she was enjoying being eaten as much as Julie was enjoying eating her and as much as I was enjoying watching them having lesbian sex.

To be continued...



Mother's Nude Day Nightmare Ch. 05



Emma, Julie's sexy, promiscuous, bi-sexual mother comes for a visit.

A car drove slowly down the long graveled driveway and stopped at the front door. The long, high heeled, shapely leg of a woman wearing a short skirt stepped from the cab and walked to the door with her suitcase, purse, and overnight bag. Waiting to be admitted entry, 'entre-vous Madame,' a surprise visitor if ever there was one, Emma stood on the front door stoop with her luggage in hand after having rang the doorbell. She looked up at the big house and the manicure grounds and appeared impressed.

* * * * *

Excited that we had a surprise visitor at this early morning hour, as if we were the official, exhibitionistic greeting party running to the door together as one, I opened the front door with Julie on my left side and my mother on my right. Not knowing that she was coming so soon and unannounced, her standing on our front door stoop surprised us as much as we surprised her standing there in our skimpy bedroom attire. But for different reasons, in the way we stared at her in shocked disbelief that she was already here unannounced for her visit, Julie's mother stared at us in shocked surprise, no doubt, at all that we were showing and at all that she was seeing.

Even though I haven't met her, haven't even seen a photo of her, I knew who she was. Just as Julie looked like my mother, Julie looked even more like her mother. Nonetheless the difference in ages and the variations in makeup and hairstyles, the resemblance of the three of them were uncanny. As if living in a holler in Kentucky or Tennessee, we all could have been related. With her looking enough like me, Julie's mother, Emma, could have been my mother. My mother could have been Emma's sister and I could have been Julie's brother, we all looked that much alike. Weird. No matter if it was my mother, her mother, or her daughter, if I was attracted to one, for sure I'd be attracted to the others.

With the front door flung open wide and with us all standing there in the early morning bright sunlight, our exhibitionism and her voyeurism couldn't have been more perfectly premeditated had we intended it but it wasn't planned. It happened just by chance with her arriving early for her visit. Yet, now that I think about it, even if we knew she was coming, we would have greeted her in the same sexy, revealing way. With none of us wearing underwear when we're at home relaxing, unless we went out to shop at the market or the mall, my mother and wife lived in their sexy nightgowns and I lived in my pajama bottoms and tee shirt.

Willing and ready anytime of the day or night, we were a peeping show waiting to expose ourselves. The more we flashed the more we wanted to flash. Our addictive drug of choice, flashing our nearly naked bodies, along with the reaction of people seeing all that we were showing, was our intoxicant. The more unsuspecting visitors saw of us, the more we wanted to show. In the way that an alcoholic wants his next drink and a druggie needs another fix, we lived for exhibitionism and voyeurism.

"Mom," said Julie stepping forward to hug and kiss her mother on the lips.

With the two of them pressing their bodies tightly together, more than just a kiss between mother and daughter, I would have been surprised and suspected they were intimate had I not known their incestuous sexual background. Lasting longer than necessary with their eyes closed and Emma's arm draped around her daughter's shapely body, their kiss was more than just a hello. Obviously unable to let go of the forbidden love that they had for one another, perhaps one or the other, or both, hoped to rekindle their forbidden sexual relationship. Rather than a mother kissing her daughter or a daughter greeting her mother with a hello kiss, evidently the embers of mother and daughter, incestuous lust still smoldered. More than just a greeting and more than just a daughter kissing her mother and a mother responding in kind, their kiss was between ex-lovers.

It wasn't an unnecessarily long kiss but there was definitely some repressed passion behind their kiss. Perhaps, had my mother and I not been there watching and witnessing the incestuous lust that she still harbored for her mother, no doubt, Julie would have kissed her mother longer and perhaps with her tongue probing and her hands feeling but she didn't. After Julie told me that she's slept with her mother, I watched them kissing while imagining them in bed naked and making love. With Julie and her mother looking so much alike, as well as my mother looking so much like the two of them, having seen Julie and my mother naked, it was easy for me to imagine Emma naked too.

Naked, naked, naked, just as I had sexual relations with my mother, Julie had sexual relations with her mother too. Weird. What are the odds of my incestuous relationship with my mother being embraced by my wife? Moreover, not just hot for my mother, Julie had sexual relations with my mother too. I wondered if Julie having sex with my mother gave me license and the unspoken permission to have sex with her mother. After seeing Emma in the flesh, wanting to complete the incestuous circle, I'd do her mother if I had the chance.

"What are you doing here...so soon? I thought you were arriving later in the month," said Julie.

"I had a change of plans and," she said with a wave of her hand as if she was a rich socialite, a spoiled celebrity, an actress playing her over the top part, or a diva who couldn't be bothered telephoning. "Rather than wasting time calling and planning my visit with endlessly unnecessary conversations back and forth, I just hopped in my car and viola, I'm here," she said. "You know me, I'm unpredictably impulsive."

* * * * *

A real drama queen in the way of a Broadway performer giving a one woman show, she raised her arm and pushed out her shapely hip as if she had just finished her dance on Dancing with the Stars. Just as beautiful as I imagined she'd look, Emma was true to her daughter's description. If I imagined a woman who was a swinger and a whore, it would be Emma. Not the shy type, I could see her controlling an audience of enamored, naked men. Not that she looked bad in the way of how some druggie whores look who had no teeth, conversely, Emma looked more like the call girl, Kim Basinger, Catherine Deneuve, or Grace Kelly type.

She was the type of woman that I'd look twice at before staring and making my way over to talk to and buy her a drink while hoping she'd say yes to me asking her to go home with me. Looking ten years younger than her age, looking as good if not better than my mother, women her age aren't supposed to look this good. I can only imagine what she looked like twenty years ago. Even though I had a good idea, I could only imagine what my mother looked like naked.

She wore a tight, short skirt that showed a lot of long, shapely leg that made me wish I could play an impromptu game of Twister with her. I could only imagine her standing over me while I peered up at her panties, that is, if she was even wearing any. My trained eyes didn't discern any panty line when she leaned forward to put down her suitcase. With Nirvana just a mere few inches away, I imagined sticking my hand up my mother's short skirt for her to know my sexual intentions. Instead, in the process of relieving herself of her luggage, she rewarded me with a down blouse view of her beautiful, bra clad, C cup breasts.

Leaving little to the imagination, she wore a revealing low cut, tight blouse that pushed her breasts closer together to exaggerate her long, sexy line of cleavage. Her blouse hid little of the tops of her full, round breasts and, as if periods highlighted in bold after imprinting the imagined images of her tits in my head, the impressions of her erect, nickel sized nipples punctuated what was inside of her bra and blouse. My kind of woman, in the revealing way she was dressed that suggested she was an exhibitionist too, she fit right in with our little incestuous, sex crazed group. 

Normally an eye opening experience, a game we all enjoyed playing being that we're all exhibitionists, my mother, Julie, and I, opening the front door was our way for the three of us to flash our nearly nude bodies to someone unexpectedly. The fun was in the shocked surprise of the expressive faces of the unsuspecting visitors. Just as no man expected my wife and/or my mother to open the front door in her all revealing nightgown, no woman expected me to open my front door with my erection so obvious in my pajama bottoms. Showing so much more than they'd ever hoped to see and/or expected to see of our bodies at first glance, especially at this early morning hour, it's always fun to watch the look on men's faces to seeing my mother and/or my wife standing there in the morning light in their transparent, sexy nightgowns.

If it's a woman at the front door, it's exciting fun to watch her eyes dart down to my erection that always tented my pajama bottoms before she looked up at me with embarrassment and/or sexual excitement. Standing there as if I didn't know I had an erection, whenever I'd look away during our brief meeting while continuing our conversation without missing a beat, able to see her with my peripheral vision, the surprised woman would look down again at my bulging cock. Hoping for while imagining the feel of her hand or the warmth of her mouth and/or pussy, my erection was my invitation to the woman at my door that I was ready, willing, and available for sex. 

'Use me. Abuse me. Suck me. Fuck me. Take me. I'm yours,' I thought to myself, no matter what woman was at my door. Young, old, tall, short, obese, or thin, so long as she was female, I wanted her. After having had incestuous sex with my mother, after watching my mother having sex with my wife, and now with me wanting to have sex with my swinging whore of a mother, forever doomed, I was lost in the Devil's playground of decadence, degeneracy, depravity, and debauchery.

* * * * *

Apparently, if only judging them by their leering stares when looking at me as if I was a CFNM dancer about to strip naked and solicit them to suck me, I've come to learn that women are as much voyeurs as are men. If solely based upon how women inappropriately behave at a CFNM party, in the way that most men are, women can be pigs too. Hiding behind their feigned veneers of innocence while pretending to be too embarrassed to look, just as most men are whore mongers, in the right situations, most women are sluts.

How dare they judge me because I'm a man when some women are just as bad as I am. Because they're a woman doesn't give them any special immunity. With all of us human, we all have the same needs and sexual appetites. Only, men are more openly honest about what they want and when they want it while woman, still stuck in the Victorian days, enjoy playing hard to get. In the way that some men need to be hit over the head to get their attention, some women need to be dragged by the hair, stripped naked, and fucked into submission. Once their phony masks of the not so virginal and respectable women are gone, so long as they're with the right man, they'd prefer getting down and dirty and being their sexy, slutty selves.

Definitely, without a doubt, women want to be seduced before being taken. A fine line from being taken to being raped, even though women want sex and have to have sex, women want to be seemingly forced to have sex for them to enjoy having sex. Their excuse to always remain virtuously virginal, even when they showed that their sluts deep down inside. Unlike men who normally don't care how others perceive them as the animals that they are, needing an excuse to preserve their reputations, women want the blame for their sexual passion to fall upon the men's shoulders and not upon their own.

Men don't require mood lighting, music, wine, and romance. Apparently, even though much of my exhibitionism is planned in advance, just as men do, women enjoy seeing something forbidden and naughty that they shouldn't see, especially something unexpected and not preplanned. Even though I flash intentionally, it's more arousing for the voyeur to see something that they think they're seeing accidently and not deliberately. Oops! I was just as sexually excited by showing women my erection and/or cock as I was with them looking and seeing my erection and/or cock.

The masters of making flashes appear accidental instead of intentional, women know all about flashing their bodies to unsuspecting men. Only, in their effort to maintain their modesty and morals, they put the onus on the man for dare looking at all that they're deliberately showing. It's all a game that we all play before marriage, children, maturity, and aging interferes with all of our fun. If only we knew all that we know now about women, men, exhibitionists, and voyeurs, hoping to score, we would have grabbed for more of the gusto by taking more risks.

We would have approached that tall, busty, blonde beauty or made ourselves sexually available to that handsome man. Who knows, maybe now instead of fantasizing about it, we would have had sex with our mothers, sisters, mothers, fathers, brothers, and/or father-in-laws. At the time, not knowing all that we know now, we just didn't know any better. We just didn't know that they all wanted us as much as we all wanted them. Who knew? Go figure.

* * * * *

Sometimes, when hoping for more of a reaction, depending upon who was standing on our front door stoop, the horniness of our mood, and our sexual intentions, more than just passively posing, we'd actively and more aggressively give whomever was standing there a real, sexy show. Before opening the front door, as wicked as they are teasingly fun, my Mom and/or my wife would further pull down the front of their already low cut nightgowns to expose even more of their breasts, even as much as their areolas and/or nipples. In an acting role worthy of an Oscar nomination and in their way to prolong their exhibitionism, pretending that they're unaware they're so exposed, continuing their exhibitionistic show, they'd engage the unexpected visitor in mindlessly extraneous conversation and drivel.

Then, bending to pick up the newspaper or purposely dropping something that they were holding in their hand, depending which way they were facing, they'd either give the visitor a down nightgown flash of their breasts or an up nightgown flash of their pussy and/or ass. Sometimes, depending upon their mood and who they're flashing, they'd give them both a view of their tits and/or their asses and pussies. Being the voyeur that I am, it was always fun to watch my wife and/or my mother flashing men what most men all hoped to see.

Before opening the front door, depending who was at the door, a stranger, a neighbor, a friend, or a relative, a daring move on my part, sometimes when I was horny enough, I'd answer the door with my flaccid cock dangling from my pajama bottoms. A rare occasion for me to totally expose my cock, I only did that when I knew the woman at the door would be receptive to seeing my prick and not call the police to have me arrested.

Being that it wouldn't take me long for me to get an erection when being so excitedly exposed, I copied the acting lessons learned from my wife and mother in pretending that I didn't know that I was so uncovered. With their eyes trying not to stare, the fun part was in watching the expressions on her faces. Most times, enough to get the reactions that I needed without having to pull my cock completely out of my pajama, I answered the door with an erection tenting my pajama bottoms. 

Whether seeing my erect bulging pole or my flaccid cock before seeing my erect cock, some women immediately became red-faced embarrassed. No doubt, while some women wanted to see, touch, and feel more, when keeping my erection hidden in my pajamas, it was more fun showing less than more. Whether receptive, responsive, rejected, or embarrassed, the reaction was what inspired the three of us to continue to flash our nearly naked bodies to unsuspecting visitors. Just as I didn't mind other men seeing my wife and my mother nearly naked, I was lucky to have a wife and mother who didn't mind other women seeing my bulging erection and/or prick. Later that night while having hot sex, we used our flashing as sexy pillow talk.

Yet, this time, excited by our early caller and not taking the time to look out to window to see who was there, as we always do, with the three of us caught by surprised by an unexpected visitor, we just opened the front door. Expecting a delivery man, someone trying to sell us something, the Avon lady, a neighbor, someone lost and asking directions, or a utility repairman, it was Julie's mother. Just as, no doubt, Emma was surprised to see so much of the three of us, we were surprised to see Emma standing there holding her suitcases.

We were expecting Julie's mother to visit, or course, but not so soon and not unannounced. We didn't know she was coming now instead of arriving later. Without notice of her visit and without even confirming her invitation, catching us all off guard, she arrived without even an e-mail or a phone call heralding her unscheduled trip. Figuring she'd be visiting some week next month, she didn't firm up the date when she'd be arriving; she just appeared at our front door.

Typical of other reactions we've received but with Emma obviously more receptive to our flashing, along with her being a swinger and an incestuous whore, her reaction was priceless. She never removed her eyes from all that she was seeing. As if her eyes were X-ray laser beams, she looked from her daughter, Julie, standing there in her sheer, sexy nightgown, to me, standing there in my pajama bottoms, and then to my mother standing there in her sheer, sexy, nightgown too. With the three of us lit up in the morning light as if we were the headline entertainment on a stripper's stage, obviously Emma could see her daughter's and my mother's breasts, nipples, and patch of blonde public hair through the sheer, thin material of their nightgowns as if they were naked.

She didn't need to see through my pajamas to know the dimensions of my nearly stiff cock that grew harder the longer she stared at my stiffening member. An unfair advantage for women over men, in the way that women secretly get wet when lusting over a man, a man gets noticeably hard when lusting over a woman. Yet, over and beyond my erection, now wanting to be less obvious, in the way that I seduced my mother, I hoped to make my sexual feelings known for my mother in more subtle ways too. As if it has its own brain and apparently it does, as my cock had done many times before, any second now, the head of my penis would pop out of my pajama bottoms to say hello.

* * * * *

"Hello," I said to my mother with a smile.

"Hello," said Emma taking to my cock.

As if my personal window to my sexual attraction to my mother, with the pee-hole opening of my pajama bottom pushed forward enough my by erection, I knew that she could clearly see the side of my cock.

"Hello," said my mother to Julie's mother.

As if begging Emma to suck them, my mother's nipples were already making their hard, erect appearance through the thin material of her sheer nightgown.

"Hello," said Emma talking to my mother's tits.

Whether fortunately for me or unfortunately for them, with the doorbell signaling the start of my flashing, my exposing myself happened on more than one occasion. Whether while giving directions to a female tourist with her friend, a female real estate agent making a name for herself in the neighborhood, a petitioner asking me to sign her petition, or a Jehovah's witness ringing my doorbell, it was fun to watch their reactions when my erection made an unannounced appearance. Most women stared, some laughed nervously, and only a few pointed to my cock to tell me that I was so exposed while using that opportunity to ogle my erection longer. Maybe it was my imagination being that she was a swinger and a whore, according to her daughter's description of her mother, but Emma looked hungry when seeing all that her daughter, my mother, and I were showing. 




Mother's Nude Day Nightmare Ch. 05



"Mom, this is my mother, Susan," she said.

My mother smiled and held out her hand but Emma bypassed my mother's outstretch arm to give her a pelvis to pelvis hug. A prelude of what was to come, no doubt, when she released her, Emma kissed my mother on the lips longer than necessary and longer than she kissed her daughter. Wow! Then, it was my turn. Hoping she'd hug me like that too and kiss me on the lips, especially since I was wearing pajama bottoms without underwear, what better way to greet my new mother for the first time than to impale her soft belly with my stiff cock.

"And this is my husband, Charlie," said Julie looking at me and smiling.

With me standing there in my pajamas with a massive erection, it was so out of character for no one, not my wife, my mother, or my mother to say anything about the elephant on the front stoop. I love being married and having a wife who's so sexually enlightened and understanding of my need to have incestuous sex with my mother and flash my cock to her mother. The fact that my wife has sex with my mother too is a real bonus. Married life doesn't get any better than this, unless Julie's mother was to join our little sexually depraved group.

"Charlie. How nice to finally meet you," she said walking up to me and invading my space by walking too close to me as they do in Europe when saying hello and/or having a conversation.

With her back to my mother and wife, as if we were about to make out, she wrapped one arm around my neck and dropped her other hand to squeeze my naked ass through my pajama bottoms. As soon as she did that to me, grabbed my ass and squeezed, I so wanted to reach my hand beneath her short skirt to see if she was wearing panties. Too brazen a move even for me just yet, with my mother and wife in view of my horny hand, I didn't dare. Then, as if she was a drunken woman that I had just brought home from a bar at closing, she impaled my mouth with her tongue.

'Fuck me. Are you kidding me? I couldn't believe it. Having just met my swinging, whore of a mother, she French kissed me. My mother-in-law French kissed me and grabbed my ass,' rang through my head in the way of a fire alarm.

The kiss only lasted a few seconds but the impression of her French kissing me with her hand squeezing my ass lasted much longer. Not shy about her sexuality and not worried about crossing the line of inappropriate behavior, Emma gave me a memory that I would never forget. With her big tits flattened against my muscular chest and her pelvis digging into mine, my erection went from semi-soft to hard. If my wife and mother weren't there, not wanting to make them jealous, I would have had sex with Emma right there at the front door. Yet all that they had to do was to look down at my erect cock to know how I felt about my sexy mother.

"I'm so happy to finally meet you," I said when she finally let go of me.

"I can see that," she said whispering in my ear before looking down at my cock that tented my pajamas as if I had a big banana in my pocket.

"Oh, sorry," I said pulling my pajamas up higher, a move that lifted my cock straight up to make my erection even more obvious.

"We've made up the guest bedroom for you, mother," said Julie looking at all that I was showing her mother before returning her attention to her mother.

Sexually excited in the way that Emma stared down at my erection and then Julie looked at my erection, flashing both mother and daughter was as naughty as it was forbidden. Not wanting to be left out, I watched my mother's eyes dart down to my erection too. Maybe in the way that Emma was, my mother was hungry too. It was then that I imagined the four of us naked and in bed together, kissing, touching, licking, sucking, humping, and fucking.

"Let me take that," I said taking the suitcase from her hand.

We escorted her to the guest bedroom while my mother made some coffee and started breakfast.

"Excuse me while I freshen up," said Julie disappearing in the bathroom and closing the door to the spare bedroom behind her.

* * * * *

Having just met the woman and with my newly emerging sexual fantasy of having sex with my mother materializing, I was already alone with her in the spare bedroom. Instead of talking to her, especially after she French kissed me while squeezing my ass, my way of getting to know her better, I had the urge to push her back on the guestroom bed, strip her naked, and have sex with her. No doubt, because Julie looked so much like her mother and my mother as well, albeit a younger version of them both, in the way I had a strong sexual connection with Julie and my mother, I already had a strong sexual attraction to my mother-in-law.

Whether for my wife, my mother, and now for Julie's Mom, I was always horny anyway. In the way that I've always been so sexually attracted to my mother, maybe my sexual attraction to Julie's mother had something to do with her being a mother and my need to have incestuous sex with her. Yet, being that I wasn't blood related to Julie's mother, Emma was just my mother and not my mother. Incest had nothing to do with me being sexually attracted to Emma. Whether I was just horny or not, I just was sexually attracted to Emma. Who wouldn't be?

Maybe in the way she was sexually suggestively dressed or maybe in the way that her daughter precipitated her introduction of her mother as a swinger and a whore, it was just inevitable that I'd be sexually attracted to my mother. Julie said that I would be sexually attracted to her mother. Julie said that no one ever turned her mother down for sex and I could see why. As if daring me to seduce her Mom, Julie even said that she didn't care if I had sex with her mother. My chance for me to make my wife's predictions come true, I can't wait to honor my wife by seducing her mother, especially after she seduced my mother.

"I need to freshen up too after my long drive," she said opening her suitcase, removing her clothes, and spreading them out on the bed. "Would you be a dear and unzip me," she said turning and sticking out her ass.

Figuring she'd ask me to leave the room as soon as I unzipped her, another alarm bell went off in my head as I unbuttoned and unzipped her short skirt and when she didn't ask me to leave. So wanting to pull down her short skirt and feel her motherly hips through her panties, I couldn't believe it when she allowed her short skirt to fall to the carpeted floor in concert to my erection growing harder. But for her short blouse overlapping the top of her panty, my mother stood before me in her white, bikini panties. With her giving me an in between her leg shot of her panty clad pussy, I watched her slowly bend forward at the waist and, as if expecting me to take her doggie style, she remained in the position while reaching down to pick up her skirt.

'Wow,' I thought to myself. 'Seamlessly seductive, this woman is a professional at everything that's sensual and sexual. This woman can teach me so much. This woman can teach me how to seduce a woman, any woman, not that I haven't already had success.' 

Hoping she would, not wanting her striptease show to abruptly end, in the way she just did with her skirt, I wondered if she was going to remove her blouse in front of me too. As soon as she started unbuttoning her blouse, lost in my sexual hoped for voyeuristic show of her bra clad breasts, I felt awkwardly embarrassed that I was staring at my mother's fingers unbuttoning her blouse. In anticipation to all that she was about to reveal and all that I was about to see, even though seeing a woman attired in her bra and panty was my favorite outfit to see, suddenly feeling as if I was disrespecting her by invading her privacy, I reluctantly took my leave.

"I should give you some privacy to change," I said. 

"You don't have to go," she said giving me a sexy look. I stood there staring at her while she stared back at me. "Just as I like to show," she said looking down at her fingers before looking up at me, "I like a man who likes to watch." She stopped unbuttoning her blouse to look down at my erection that threatened to tear through my pajama bottoms. "Are you a man who likes to watch a woman undress? Based upon your already piqued sexual interest," she said still staring at my erection, "you look like a man who likes to watch."

With my mother in the kitchen making coffee and breakfast and Julie in the shower, I was good for another few minutes of alone time with my sexy mother, plenty long enough to watch Emma strip naked, that is, if that was her plan and I hoped it was. 

"Yes," I said as if hypnotized. "I like to watch." I stared at where her fingers were poised to unbutton another button. "May I watch you undress?"

"Of course. Just as you like to watch, I like to show. I enjoy being watched by a man who appreciates a woman, even one who's his mother, especially one who's his mother-in-law," she said with a gleeful laugh before whispering. "So long as my nakedness won't get you in trouble with my daughter and/or your mother," she said as if probing me for voluntary information.

Nakedness? Fuck me? My mother plans on getting naked in front of me. Suddenly, just as it was when my mother I stripped naked in front of me in the kitchen, my mind was filled with my mother-in-law's ass, pussy, and tits. Ass, pussy, and tits, I couldn't think of anything else other than Emma's ass, pussy, and tits. Not caring if my wife and or my mother walked in the room on us now, I'd still stand there and stare at Emma's impromptu striptease show.

"My mother won't mind. Actually," I said pausing while wondering if I should blurt out what I was thinking. "Julie expected that you'd seduce me," I said wanting to say the word warn instead of the word expected but thinking better of it, I didn't want to ruin my presumed good time with my soon to be naked mother.

"Seduce you? She did? Is that what you think I'm doing to you right now, seducing my handsome son?"

Suddenly, she played the role of Anne Bancroft when playing Mrs. Robinson in The Graduate with Dustin Hoffman. So taken with my mother with her about to remove her clothes, I felt so used and manipulated but I didn't care. She was the master and I was her student. If she wanted to use me and abuse me, I didn't care, at least, not now that I was about to see her naked. Naked, naked, naked, I was about to see my sexy mother-in-law naked.

"Aren't you seducing me?"

"Well, not one to disappoint my daughter, if she thinks that me seducing you is my intention, where there's a will there's a way," she said.

"Oh my God," I whispered beneath my breath.

She reached out her hand to feel my cock through my pajama bottoms and fingered the head of my erection before sticking her hand inside of my pee-hole, She wrapped her warm fingers around my stiff prick while looking up at me and smiling. I so wanted to French kiss her again but, rather she use our time together to continue to undress, I didn't want to waste the few precious minutes of alone time that I had with her.

"I now know why my daughter is so crazy over you," she said. "You have a big cock Charlie. I've felt a lot of cocks in my hand, in my mouth, in my pussy, and in my ass, but your cock is one of the biggest," she said with a dirty laugh.

"Thank you," I said expecting that the show was over and not believing that even my swinger whore of a mother would dare strip naked in front of me when we just met. "You've made my day."

"My pleasure," said turning as if posing for me. 

"You're so beautiful," I said as if listening to someone else say the words. Acknowledging my compliment as if she was a stripper on stage, a real sexy minx, and a foxy vixen, she just turned to me and smiled.

Yet, unable to move and unable to leave her room, I still stood there and stared at her in the way she stared at me. As if there was stripper's music and a drum roll in my head, Emma removed her hand from my cock to continue unbuttoning her blouse. I watched her reveal more of her long line of cleavage and the round fullness of her breasts that her bra was unable to contain. In the way that my cock continued pushing against my pajama bottoms, her big nipples pushed against her bra. Dressed in my favorite outfit of choice, she removed her blouse and placed it on the bed before turning to me just wearing her bra and panty. An exciting sexual fantasy even for me, especially after having watched my own mother parade around in her underwear, seen her naked, and had sex with her, I couldn't believe I was seeing my mother in her bra and panty.

"If you don't mind, would you do me the pleasure of unhooking my brassiere. I have a touch of arthritis in my fingers and more so in the morning."

After masturbating for years over the imagined image of my mother in her sexy underwear and naked, I couldn't believe I already was seeing my mother in her panty and bra. What took me forever to see my mother parading around in her panty and bra, here I was within a few minutes of meeting my mother-in-law and I already know what she looks like in her sexy underwear. I couldn't believe I was about to unhook my mother-in-law's brassiere. I couldn't believe that I was about to see Emma's tits. I wondered if they looked just like Julie's breasts.

"Sure," I said. Walking up to her 

She pressed her ass against my erection and in an involuntary reaction, reaching both hands around her as if about to give her the Heimlich hold but higher, I touched, felt, fondled, and caressed her big breasts through her bra, first one and then the other. As soon as I felt her breasts through her bra, I fingered her nipples through her bra. She had big, hard nipples and I couldn't wait to pull them, turn them, twist them, and suck them. Holding my mother by her tits, as if I was suddenly a humping machine, I involuntarily humped her round, firm, panty clad ass.

"Charlie. Can you give me a hand in the kitchen," said my mother just as I unhooked Emma's bra.

"Later," said Emma while removing her bra. Without an ounce of shame or embarrassment, such a bold, sexy move, she turned to me and smiled just as I left the room.

"I can't wait," I said staring at my mother's tits.

Unable to leave, I stood in the doorway still staring at her naked breasts. As if taking a photo of her tits with my eyes, I imprinted the image of her pink areolas and erect nipples in my mind.

"Charlie?" My Mom called me again.

"I'll be right there Mom," I said.

Perhaps, I should have expected it after all that Julie told me about her mother but I was surprised when Emma emerged from the guest bedroom wearing a nightgown that was just as sexy as my mother's and her daughter's nightgowns. Suddenly feeling a bit like Hugh Hefner must have felt when lounging around his Playboy mansion, life can't get any better than this with my wife, my mother, and now my mother wearing their low cut, short, sheer nightgowns. I didn't have to imagine what my mother-in-law looked like naked because I could see what she looked like naked, especially when she stood in front of the big bay windows. As if I had died and gone to Heaven, my views were filled with tits, asses, and pussies.

Suddenly, just as I used to do with my mother, I had the urge to expose my cock to my mother. Only, being that Julie told me that her mother was a swinger and a whore, especially after what just happened in the spare bedroom, best I not start something that I wasn't ready to handle and finish. With her not staying very long, I didn't want to ruin the sexual relationship that I already had with my wife and mother for the sake of having one or two nights of hot sex with my mother-in-law.

We hung around the whole day through breakfast, lunch, and dinner dressed in our bedtime wear. More than once I caught my mother staring at my big bulge. A new member to our manege-a-trois to make it a manege-a-quatre, more than once she caught me staring at her breasts and the impressions her nipples made in her nightgown. Tits and pussy for cock and balls, I was so happy that the three women in my life were as enamored with my body as I was with their bodies. Only, now that we were so exposed, I wondered what would happen next.

To be continued...



Mother's Nude Day Nightmare Ch. 06



My mother, Susan, and my mother, Emma, have lesbian sex.

Curious to see what would happen, I needed to somehow leave my mother alone with Julie's mother but how? I tried to think of ways to give them some privacy without making it look obvious that I wanted them to have sex. With my mind reeling with ulterior motives, feeling guilty for using Julie for my own selfish, sexual benefit, I convinced my wife to go see a movie and have dinner with me. Being that we never go out anywhere and/or do anything, other than go food shopping, flash our bodies to strangers, and have threesome sex, bored with the routine, it didn't take much convincing for her to get dressed to go out with me.

I figured with us being away from them, knowing that Emma was bi-sexual and being that my mother has already had lesbian sex with my wife numerous times, I was hoping that my mother would put the moves on my mother to seduce her. Wishing that I could watch them together, curious how different it was for a woman to seduce a woman instead of man seducing a woman, now there's a show that I'd love to see, my mother-in-law making love to my mother. Yet, other than her having sex with my wife, as far as I know, my mother never had sex with a female before. For my mother to have sex with a woman who was admittedly bi-sexual and who has had sex with many women is a big, scary, lesbian step for her to take. Nonetheless, with my horniness inspiring my motivation to put these two women together to see what happens, if anything was to happen at all, a good plan at the time, the only wrinkle was Julie.

How would she feel about her mother having sex with my mother? I didn't know. Would she welcome our Moms having a lesbian relationship or would she reject the idea? I didn't know. Maybe because it was her mother, a woman she fled from to move in with me, perhaps she wouldn't want to relive the incestuous affair that she had with her mother by having her mother begin a sexual relationship with my mother. Whatever was going through my wife's head over the incestuous affair that she once had with her mother was all just speculation on my part.

Being that my wife has already had a sexual relationship with her mother that preceded the one she had with my mother, I imagined the four of us in bed together. Yet, with the possibility of three being a crowd by inviting another woman to our bed, even if it's her mother, especially if it's her mother, perhaps jealousy and possessiveness may be the issue. I didn't know that either. As far as I was concerned, so long as they looked so hot in the way that my mother and Julie's mother looked so hot, the more naked women in my bed the better. 

Knowing the horny, perverted man that I am, being that my wife is no dumb blonde, perhaps Julie saw through my ulterior motives and secret agenda in asking her to leave the house with me. Not sure if my wife would go along with her mother having sex with my mother, I didn't tell her what I was hoping to accomplish by us leaving the house for our Moms to be alone together. Then, having a change of mind about not being truthful with my wife and willing to run the risk that she'd be angry with me, less angry if I didn't tell her, I told her.

* * * * *

"Julie, not that I wouldn't want to go see a movie with you and/or go out to dinner, I love spending time with you, no matter what we do," I said trying to read her face. "But..."

"But? But what? What is it Charlie?"

"Well, to be honest," I looked at her afraid of hurting her feelings.

The love of my life, loving her with all of my heart, I loved her. Despite all the incestuous sex we've both had with our mothers and all the sexy games of exhibitionism and voyeurism we play, perhaps especially after all the incestuous sex and all the sexy games we play, I really loved her. Not knowing how deep of an open wound she still had after ending the sexual affair she had with her mother, I didn't want to risk losing her for the sake or watching my mother having sex with her mother. 

"Yes?"

"I have a confession to make," I said.

"A confession? What kind of confession? Have you been cheating on me Charlie?" Trying to look angry, she put a hand on her hip. "Aren't I and your mother, and now my mother, enough for you? How dare you," she said laughing.

"Wait. Hold on Julie. With me always with you, you know that I'm not cheating on you and yes, you, my mother, and now possibly your mother is plenty enough women for me," I said with a laugh. "I'm already drowning in estrogen. I don't need to have sex with any other woman than you, um, and my mother to feel sexually satisfied."

"What is it then? What do you have to confess?"

"Well...I was hoping by leaving your mother alone with my mother and, um, I was hoping to catch them in bed naked together when we returned home," I said watching her reaction to what I said. I continued talking when she didn't respond. "Then, later, after they shared all the saucy, sexy details with us, I was hoping that the two of them would welcome us as part of their lovemaking."

"I see," she said.

Expecting her to say something more that embraced or rejected our new menege a quatre, she surprised me by remaining quiet. I wondered what she was thinking. Maybe she didn't want her mother with us in our bed.

"I feel like such a pervert now using you to catch them naked and in bed together," I said continuing to take the blame by throwing myself further beneath the bus. "I'm sorry."

She looked at me and smiled before leaning into me to kiss me.

"Mad? I'm not mad. Don't be sorry. You have no reason to be sorry. The sexual arrangement that we have that includes your mother in our bed is what I want as much as what you want. Only, my feelings towards my mother are ambivalent," she said.

"Ambivalent? What do you mean by ambivalent?"

"Just as I now have feelings for your mother and love how she makes me feel when she's licking my pussy, feeling my tits, and playing with my nipples while I suck your cock," she said swooning and closing her eyes as if she imagined my mother eating her pussy while sucking my cock. She opened her eyes to look at me. "I know incestuous sex is wrong but just as you still have sexual feelings for your mother, I still have sexual feelings for my mother. Just seeing her made me want to kiss her while touching her. Just seeing my mother again made me want to have sex with her."

"Understandably, being that I've been having sex with my mother for more than a year," I said, "my views about incest are different from those who have never felt incestuous lust or had incestuous sex. So long as we're all consenting adults and I don't get my mother or your mother pregnant I don't understand why incestuous sex is wrong," I said feeling more uncomfortable having the conversation about incestuous sex than I was having incestuous sex. "So long as we both want it, what's the harm in having sexual relations with our blood relatives?"

"Even though I love sucking you while your mother fingers and eats my pussy, sometimes, and don't take this the wrong way Charlie, but I wish I was alone with your mother in bed with you not there or with you just watching," she looked at me and squeezed my hand. "In the way that the sex is better when it's just the two of us, I think the sex between your mother and I would be different and maybe even better if the only one I had to satisfy was your mother and not you too."

"I see," I said and remaining silent long enough to allow what she said to penetrate my horny brain. "I could watch you having sex with my Mom," I said looking at her to watch her reaction to what I said. "I don't mind not participating so long as I can watch. I love watching women making love. So very different than watching man having sex with a woman, I love watching women kissing, touching, licking, sucking, and having sex."

"Now that my mother is here in the flesh, sometimes," she said looking up at me. "I wish I was in bed with my mother and making love in the way that we used to do. Wanting my mother even more so now that I'm making love with your mother, your mother has rekindled old sexual feelings," she confessed before falling silent. Then, as if pondering what she was about to say before saying it, she spoke again. "I think, with you just watching and not participating until later, it would be magical having a threesome with your mother and my mother."

"Wow," I said getting an erection while thinking about watching Julie having sex with not only my mother but also with her mother.

"I'm sorry Charlie."

"Sorry? Just as watching you having sex with my mother is a sexual fantasy come true, now that I've seen what your mother looks like, watching you having sex with your mother is my sexual fantasy too," I said with a laugh. "I'd love to see the three of you together making love. That would be so hot, my mother and my mother having sex with my wife."

"It is?"

"Just as I'd love to watch you having sex with your mother, I'd love to watch the three of you together."

"You would?"

"Oh God yeah. After watching you with my mother, I love watching you two undressing one another, touching one another, kissing one another, and making love to one another. If you're this sensual with my mother, I can only imagine how you'd be with your mother," I said taking her hand in mine and kissing it. "I've learn a lot about how to make love to a woman by watching you having sex with my mother. Only..." I said pausing with what I was about to say. 

Suddenly, feeling like the pervert that I am, I felt embarrassed and ashamed of the forbidden relation that I was having with my mother and the inappropriate one that I wanted to have with my mother. Yet, wanting to push the sexual envelope, I didn't know if Julie was on the same page with me, especially with the ambivalence she felt over her mother. 

"Only what Charlie? Tell me. With both of us having slept with our mothers out in the open and with both of us flashing whomever comes to our front door, we have no secrets," she said with a little laugh. "You can tell me anything. Nothing you say will shock me or upset me, that is, unless you tell me that you don't love me anymore."

"I love you," I said taking her in my arms and kissing her. "I'll always love you."

"I love you Charlie," she said returning my passion with her kiss. "So tell me what you were going to say."

"Just as I'd love to catch my mother in bed with your mother naked and making love when coming home early from the movie and dinner, being that we're not there in the house with them, we'd miss so much of the action that leads up to them having sex," I said. "As if a fly on the wall or a spy in the room, I'd love to watch all that happens from the start. I'd love to witness the entire sexual seduction to see if it's your mother who seduces my mother or if it's the other way around."

"I understand what you mean. That would be exciting to see them moving closer together right from the start. Sometimes foreplay is better than the actual love making," she said. She remained quiet while looking thoughtful before looking up at me with mischief in her eyes. "I have an idea."

* * * * *

"What?"

"Your house is so big and your mother never locks the backdoor. Being that she doesn't lock up and turn on the alarm until she goes upstairs to bed, we could sneak in the back door and watch them in the living room by cracking open the kitchen door. If they're busy talking and drinking, knowing my mother, they will be, so long as they're in the living room and not there in the kitchen, they'll never hear us enter. They'll never know we're there spying on them," she said with a naughty laugh. "Besides, even if they do know, my mother won't care that we're watching. If anything, she'll put on more of an outrageous show," she said with a laugh. "Whether she's stripping off her clothes or having sex, my mother loves being watched."

"Wow. I hope you won't get mad with me saying this but just as I'd love to watch my mother having sex with your mother," I said pausing to make eye contact with my wife to watch her reaction to what I was about to say. "I'd love to have sex with your mother too," I said.

"My mother has that effect on both men and woman," she said with jealous sarcasm. "Yet, to be honest, I wouldn't mind watching you bang my mother, Charlie. Actually, it would be hot to watch you feeling my mother's tits while licking her pussy before she sucks your cock," said my wife. "How hot would that be, a daughter watching her mother having sex with her son? How hot would that be, a son-in-law ejaculating in his mother-in-law's mouth while watching her willingly swallow? Who knows, after I have sex with my mother again and you have sex with my mother for the first time, maybe the four of us could all sleep together?"

"Gees Julie, you're making me crazy with sexual lust for your mother," I said looking at my wife while thinking about Emma blowing me and wondering if I should continue with my confession. "Actually, after stripping down to her bra and panty in front of me, your mother has already shown me her tits," I said staring at her eyes to see her reaction.

"I figured she'd show you something when I left you alone with her in the spare bedroom. Actually, I'm surprised she showed you just her tits. I'm surprised she didn't strip naked," she said laughing. "Besides, with that nightgown she wore at breakfast that left nothing to the imagination and with her continually posing in front of the big bay windows, you've already seen my mother naked," said Julie.

"She does know how to tease a man," I said. 

She looked at me and said what I was thinking.

"Let's go home Charlie. Better than any action that we'd see in a movie, the action that I imagine is happening in your living room right now between our mothers is the action that I'd much rather see," said Julie.

"Okay," I said.

* * * * * 

We drove home and instead of pulling up the long driveway, we parked at the end of the drive and walked up to the back of the house. With the lights on in the living room, it was dark enough outside that my mother and my mother couldn't see us but we could see them. Without even having to peep in the windows, I could see my mother and Emma sitting together on the couch in the living room. With them at the other end of the house and the lights in the kitchen not on, just as Julie had planned, we could sneak in the kitchen undetected, that is, so long as the back door was unlocked. If the backdoor was locked, I had my keys to unlock the door. Yet, rather than making unnecessary noise that may make them aware of us there, I'd make less noise if the door was unlocked by just having to quietly turn the doorknob.

Unlike my mother to be drinking, they were drinking wine. Good for two drinks before she was tipsy, judging by the empty bottle of wine on the coffee table and one freshly opened, they were working on their second bottle. A slow seduction, being that both of them were still wearing their nightgowns and weren't kissing only talking and drinking, it didn't appear that we missed anything. A voyeuristic dream come true, was it not for wanting to hear their conversation, I would have been satisfied watching them from outside through the living room window. I figured that they were hitting it off by all the wine they consumed and with them both sitting on the couch together. Judging their sexual attraction to one another by their body language with both of them making plenty of eye contact and one or the other touching their arm or leg, I'm glad we arrived home before missing any of the good parts.

We continued around back and, sure enough, the backdoor was unlocked and the alarm was off. People never lock their doors in our neighborhood, even at night. There hasn't been any crime here in 30 years and that was a domestic dispute with a husband beating his wife. Now the biggest incidences of crime are someone leaving dog poop on someone's doorstep for not cleaning up after their dog. Yet, after my father died, my mother felt better with having an alarm, even though she only used it when she retired to bed. Feeling that locking the front door was enough, she didn't like putting the alarm on when she left the house. She always forgot that the alarm was on and with the alarm going off and panicking her, she could never remember the passcode quick enough to disable the alarm before the service called her.

Ever so quietly, feeling as if I was burglarizing someone's house, I opened the backdoor with Julie following close behind. The kitchen door that opened to the dining room and that led to the expansive living room was already open. As long as we stayed by the door, we could clearly hear them. Moreover, if we stood behind the door and peered through the open door crack, with Julie squatting down low and me standing high, we both could see them sitting there on the couch in their sexy nightgowns.

* * * * *

"Another glass of wine Susan?" Asked Emma.

"If I have another glass of wine, I'll be drunk and you'll be able to take advantage of me," said my mother with a sexy laugh. "You'll be able to seduce me," she said putting a coy finger to her lips while laughing a sexy, come hither laugh.

"Seduce you?"

"Yes, isn't this what this is all about?" My mother looked at Emma with the same sexual anticipation that she looked at me before we had sex. "With our children leaving the house for the evening and you getting me drunk enough to seduce me and have your wicked way with my naked body?"

"Do you imagine that I'd seduce you in the way that I'd love to seduce your handsome son?" Emma paused in her seduction. "Is that what you hope that I do to you too, seduce you? Is sex what you want Susan? Are you expecting me to seduce you?" As if needing to do that to get her attention, Emma touched my mother's thigh through her nightgown. "Or are you just a tease and teasing me by how much of your sexy body you're revealing through your nightgown?" Emma stared at all that my mother was showing through her sheer, low cut nightgown.

"Teasing you? How dare you accuse me of teasing you? You're family. I'd never—"

Emma looked at my mother with a victorious grin.

"Tell me Susan, is that how you seduced your son, by showing him all that you're showing me now?

"Seduced my son? How dare you?"

"Just as you can clearly see mine, I can clearly see your breasts, your nipples, your blonde patch of pubic hair, and your ass crack when seeing you from the back. Only, you're the moral mother and I'm an incestuous slut and a whore," said Emma pausing to study my mother. "In the way that I want you now, I can see how he wanted you then."

"What about you?" Able to read my mother even from this distance, she was copping an attitude. "How did you seduce your daughter?"

"I didn't. With both of us going through broken relationships, men who cheated on us, we came together at a time when we both needed love, affection, and sex. Even though we were mother and daughter, the sex was more of a natural occurrence than it was a seduction," said Emma.

"I'm not lesbian Emma," said my mother looking offended and sitting up on her high horse.

"Good for you. That makes two of us," laughed Emma. "I'm not lesbian either," said Emma with a sexy laugh. "Bi-sexual perhaps," she said taking another sip of her wine. "I do enjoy having sex with beautiful women as much as I enjoy having sex with handsome men." She looked at my mother as if she was trying to read her before putting her wine glass down on the coffee table and before dropping her little reality check bomb. "Yet, for someone who's not lesbian, you've had sex with my daughter numerous times," she said. "You even sleep in the same bed with not only my daughter but also with your son."




Mother's Nude Day Nightmare Ch. 06



"How do you know that I had sex with Julie?" After having slouched comfortably down in the couch, my mother took a defensive posture by sitting upright. "How do you know that the three of us sleep together in the same bed? Did Julie tell you or did Charlie?"

"Neither one told me that you had sex with Julie and that you sleep together in the same bed with her and your son, but you just confirmed that you do," said Emma with a victorious laugh. "With Charlie's bedroom looking more like a sitting room than a bedroom and all of your son's things and my daughter's clothes in your bedroom, you've made no attempt to hide your sleeping arrangements," she said sipping her wine. 

"Suddenly, I feel violated and embarrassed that you know that I've been sleeping with your daughter," said my mother.

"Don't be," said Emma. "I'm just curious. For someone who's not lesbian or bi-sexual, how did your sexual relationship with my daughter start?"

As if she was recalling all that happened in her mind, my mother looked at my mother and smiled.

"In the way that you've done now, it all started when Charlie and Julie got me tipsy," said my mother.

"Are you more amorous when you've been drinking?" Emma looked at my mother as if she was a half off display sale at Macy's.

"Horny is more the keyword," said my mother. "Never shy about exposing my body to my son or to anyone else, alcohol removes what little inhibitions that I have."

"So, obviously embarrassed by your sexual attraction to my daughter, you expect me to believe that you weren't attracted to me when you first saw me?"

Squirming in her seat, folding her arms across her breasts, and appearing tensely standoffish, my mother suddenly looked uncomfortable with the conversation.

"You're a beautiful woman Emma," admitted my mother before hiding behind her justification. "Who wouldn't be attracted to you?"

"I'm making you uncomfortable with this conversation," said Emma patting my mother's knee and leaving her hand there in the way of a teenage boy skipping first and second base while trying to make his way to third base. "I'm sorry. Please continue telling me how your sexual relationship began with my daughter." 

* * * * *

"When we went to bed that night, Julie switched places with Charlie while I was sleeping she touched me.

"Touched you how?"

"It was just a light touch," said my mother.

"Where?"

"In the way of a light massage, she touched me the shoulder and then down my back."

"Like this?" Emma touched my mother's shoulder and back with a light touch.

"Yes," said my Mom.

"Sorry for interrupting you again. Please continue with how my daughter seduced you," said Emma.

"I awakened, of course, as soon as she touched me but I remained motionless as if I was still sleeping. To be honest, I was curious where she'd touch me next. Being that my son always slept in the middle, at first I thought it was my Charlie touching me but immediately I realized that it was your daughter. Better than being touched by any groping, desperate man, her touches felt more sensual and loving," said my mother.

"Like this?" Emma sensuously and lovingly touched my mother's shoulder and back again. Only, this time she touched her hip and thigh too.

"Yes," said my mother.

"Not that she needed much instruction, but I taught my daughter how to touch a woman," said Emma.

"Yes, just like that," said my mother staring down at Emma's hand that remained motionless on her thigh. "With her feeling my shoulder, my arm, my hip, and my thigh, it didn't take much for her to sexually arouse me. I never wanted to have sex with a woman until Julie touched me in that way," she said nodding her head to Julie's mother while softly smiling.

Emma continued massaging my mother's shoulder, back, arm, and thigh.

"Do you mind me touching you?"

"No, not at all. It feels good," said my mother.

"I'm glad because I like touching you," said Emma.

"Then," continued my mother, "when she reached her arm and hand around me and felt my breast through my nightgown before fingering my nipple, she sexually excited me in the way that no man has ever done, even my son. I was so wet for your daughter, my daughter, that I thought I was going to have an orgasm right there."

"Pardon me for being so forward but merely for demonstration purposes and just so that I understand, is this how she touched you?"

Emma reached her hand over and felt my mother's breast through her nightgown, first one and then the other. My mother sat there motionlessly as if in shock while watching Emma feel her breasts before fingering her nipples. A gentle touch that turned into a more meaningful squeeze, I watched Emma having her way with my mother's tits. In the way she so delicately felt my mother's breasts, just as I've learned from watching my wife make love to my mother, I could learn even more watching Emma seducing my mother.

"Yes," said my mother breathlessly and seemingly swooning by the sexual touches of my wife's mother.

Feeling the sexual tension even from the kitchen, my mother locked eyes with Emma and it was then that I thought they were going to kiss but they didn't.

"I apologize for interrupting you again and breaking your train of thought by touching you," said Emma withdrawing her hand. "Now that you piqued my curiosity and are holding my interest, you must finish your story. I'm quite intrigued with what happens next."

* * * * *

With her nipples erect and hard and appearing as if they were about to burst through the material of her sheer nightgown, I watched my mother compose herself. Just by Emma's aggressiveness and my mother's reaction to her touches, there was no way that these two women weren't about to have sex. I couldn't wait to see them kissing. I couldn't wait to watch them touching one another before undressing one another. With her head buried between my mother's legs while fingering her and licking her, I couldn't wait to watch Emma eating my mother's pussy. 

"We had sex for the first time that night," said my mother looking at Emma wistfully. "Only, being that you've had sex with your daughter too, as I've had sex with my son, Julie told me that you'd understand my having sex with your daughter and wouldn't care or mind that we were so sexually intimate," said my mother defensively.

"I don't care if you're sleeping with my daughter Susan," said Emma with a disinterested shrug. "You're both consenting adults. If anything by your sexual confession, I'm intrigued by you."

"Intrigued by me?" My mother looked at Julie's mother with shocked surprise but with a look of contentment as if she had just been flattered. "Why?"

"You don't look like the type of woman who'd sleep with someone's daughter. Just as I'd never figure you for the type of woman who'd sleep with her own son, I'd never figure you for the type of women who'd sleep with anyone younger than yourself. You have that stiff, better than thou demeanor about you," said Emma with a laugh.

"I do not," said my mother. "I can assure you that I'm no type of woman that..." she said laughing. "I see your point."

"Definitely being that I'm an admitted swinger and a self-professed whore, there's not a soul who wouldn't think that I'd sleep with my own daughter and/or your son," said Emma laughing.

"I can see that," said my mother returning her laugh.

"On the other hand Susan, you're an enigma to me. Certainly, just as you don't look the type who'd have sex and sleep in the same bed with her son and daughter, you don't look like the type of woman who'd have sex with your daughter-in-law's mother," said Emma falling quiet while staring at my mother before speaking again. "So what do you think?"

"What do I think about what?" My mother stared at Emma while Emma returned her stare.

As if I was watching a movie or reading a book, I knew what was going to happen next.

"Now that you've tasted the immature, young grape," said Emma staring at my mother as if she was a man not to be denied while trying to persuade a woman to come home with him at closing time of a bar. "Being that you enjoy drinking wine, wouldn't you prefer to taste the aged vintage?"

Emma leaned into my mother and kissed her. I don't know which was more exciting, knowing they were attracted to one another and about to have sex or spying on them and watching them kiss. It was a very long, wet, romantic kiss and, as soon as Emma probed my mother's mouth with her tongue, she reached inside the top of my mother's nightgown to feel her breast and finger her nipple. Peering at them through the crack in the kitchen door, I could only have had a better seat if I was sitting in the living room across from them. If Julie hadn't been there with me, I would have pulled out my cock and started stroking myself. With Emma feeling my mother's breast, my mother returned the favor, stuck her hand down Emma's nightgown and felt her breast and fingered her nipple too. They stopped kissing and looked at one another before my mother spoke.

* * * * *

"I know you're there Charlie," said my mother in the way she always said when I was skulking around the house and trying to catch her in any form of undress, that is, before I saw her naked and before we had regular sex.

"He likes to watch," said Emma with a knowing smile and a sexy laugh. "He watched me undress. I gave him a show of me in my bra and panty. I hope you don't mind Susan, but I couldn't help myself from being naughty when I wrapped my hand around your son's big, hard erection before flashing him my breasts."

"I don't mind," said my mother pouring herself a half glass of wine and filling Emma glass to the brim. "My son has a beautiful penis. Besides, just as you said, we're all consenting adults. Incest is the best," said my mother raising her glass in toast.

"In the way that my daughter and your son did to you, you don't have to get me drunk for me to want to make love to you Susan," said Emma raising the front of my mother's short nightgown enough to expose her blonde pussy while feeling her shapely thigh.

"That wasn't my intention," said my mother with a laugh. "My hand and eye coordination is not as precise after having consumed too much wine."

As if she held the key that unlocked her secret, sexual door, I watched my mother stick her hand further up my mother's short nightgown. It was as weird as it was sexually exciting to watch my mother being so sexually molested by a woman instead of a man. When my mother offered no resistance, instead even slouching down on the sofa to spread her legs further apart, Emma moved her hand higher and in between my mother's legs. She was fingering my mother's pussy and judging by how erect my Mom's nipples were and the rush of blood to her face that involuntarily made her bottom lip droop, I knew my mother was very wet.

"Is this what you want Susan? Would you like for me to finger you and masturbate you before making love to you? Was this what you were hoping I'd do, finger your pussy while fingering your nipples, before licking your pussy?"

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In the way that I opened Pandora's Box by having sex with my mother and Julie opened Pandora's Box by having sex with my mother, my mother opened Pandora's Box by having sex with my mother too. My mother looked at Julie's mother in the way she looked at me the first time we had sex.

"Yes," said my mother breathlessly while kissing Julie's mother. This time directing her conversation to the kitchen, she spoke again when she broke off the kiss. "Do you like to watch too Julie?" My mother looked towards the kitchen. "You two would see more if you sat in the living room with us and had a glass of wine," said my mother stripping off her nightgown and Emma following suit.

With both women sitting on the couch naked, even though I've seen my mother naked dozens of times, it was deliciously decadent to see my naked mother sitting on the sofa with my naked mother while knowing that they were about to have sex. Moreover, being that they invited us to watch, maybe once they've made love, they'll invite us to join in too. In the way that I was staring at my naked mother and my mother-in-law, I couldn't wait to see Julie naked with them too, if only for comparison sake.

"My daughter likes to watch too. As much as she's an exhibitionist like her mother, she's a real voyeur too," said Emma with a laugh. "Aren't you an exhibitionist and voyeur Julie? Coming home unexpectedly, I can't recall how many men my daughter caught me sucking and fucking. She pretended that she didn't see. She pretended that she didn't know that we were there in the dark living room. She pretended that she disappeared in her bedroom but, being the exhibitionist and voyeur that she is, I knew she was there on the stairs watching her mother suck and fuck while touching herself. Just as you always know what your son wants, a mother always knows what her daughter likes."

Julie and I emerged from behind the kitchen door. I grabbed a couple of wine glasses and we took our seat in the living room to watch my mother having sex with my mother. A sexy sight to see, going from flashing my cock to my mother, to catching her naked, to finally watching her having sex with my girlfriend, now I'm watching her having sex with my mother-in-law. Making my sexual role here tenuous, she made me wonder if the three women preferred women to men. Why would any of the women need a man when they have two other sexy, beautiful women to satisfy their every sexual need and wanton desire?

To be continued...