SLEEPING WITH MY MOTHER
Son sleeps in his mother's bed with his mother.
This is a true story that Roger asked me to write about what happened twenty-five-years-ago between him and his mother, Laura, when he was 24-years-old and his mother was 46-years-old.
Unlike many men, a sexual phenomenon now that was never like this before, many men sexually fantasize about having sex with their mothers. I've never wanted to have sex with my mother. I've never sexually lusted over her. I've never tried to see upskirt peeks of her panties and downblouse views of her bra and cleavage. I've never spied on her while she's dressing or undressing.
I never tried to see her in her panties and bra, topless, and/or naked. In the way that some men are doing today, I've never placed a hidden camera in her bedroom to watch her masturbating or in her bathroom to catch her naked. I've never masturbated over her while imagining her naked and having sex with her.
I've never exposed myself to her while hoping that she'd return the forbidden favor of my exhibitionism with her exhibitionism and expose herself to me. I've never deliberately allowed her to catch me masturbating myself and cumming. I've never done any of those sexual things that I read about in mother and son, incestuous, porn stories. Having more respect for her than that, she's my mother and not some whore that I picked up in a bar and brought home for sex.
Yet here I am writing my true story of having a long-term, sexual affair with my mother that happened two-and-one-half, decades ago. It all started when my father left her for a much, younger woman, a woman half his age and young enough to be his daughter. With her traumatically traumatized with the end of their 25-marriage, after she lifted herself up from her self-pity and doldrums, my mother dramatically changed. Seeing the light and understanding the wrong of her ways, fortunately for me, she had a metamorphosis of a sexual transformation.
Not only did she change but everything changed. After my father left her, my mother was never the same. For good or for bad, a totally different woman, she changed from a boring housewife to a sexual sexpot. Her newfound hope for a new life and with a new man, she began her forbidden, incestuous relationship with not just anyone but with me, her son.
By being so modestly moral and such a sexual prude, blaming herself for my father leaving her, who could blame her for such a dramatic change? Nonetheless, my mother felt betrayed. She felt rejected. Had she capitulated to my father's sexual whims and erotic fantasies, perhaps, they still would have been together. Perhaps, they still would have been married. He'd have no reason to look elsewhere for sexual comfort and erotic excitement because he'd have everything he sexually needed from my mother at home.
After he abandoned her, staying home, hiding, and no longer seeing her friends, she stopped going out and doing all the things that she loved to do. Having never seen my mother cry, I saw her cry nearly every day. She was so sad. She was so depressed. She was so broken, and I'd do anything to help her. Anything.
Looking a bit like an older version of Kendall Jenner but with bigger breasts, my mother is a good-looking woman. She's tall, 5'10", and shapely thin with long, statuesque legs. She has C cup breasts and a round, firm, shapely ass. She has long, dark, brown hair and big, expressive, brown eyes. Always looking younger throughout the years, she looked ten-years younger than her 46-year-old age. With her looking 36-years-old instead of 46-years-old, clearly, that wasn't young enough for him. He wanted a 22-year-old child.
She diets and exercises to stay fit and in shape. She eats all the right foods and never eats junk foods. With her always walking and bike riding, she plays tennis and swims to maintain her sexy appearance and her shapely figure. With her long, well-formed legs, her slim waistline, and her flat, toned stomach, for a mature woman, she still looks fabulous in a bikini.
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"Mom, what can I do to help you get out of this funk," I asked while not expecting her to answer and/or suggest what I should do to help her?
She shook her head and shrugged. She looked so sad. As if I was somehow responsible for my father leaving, which I wasn't at all, she made me feel so bad.
"What if we went away for the weekend, just the two of us? We can go anywhere you want and do whatever you'd like to do? We could go to White Mountains in New Hampshire, or the seacoast of Maine, or we can shop all those little stores that you love and that have handmade crafts in Vermont. It's beautiful there this time of year."
Looking at me as if she was about to cry, she looked at me with sad eyes. Never have I seen my mother in such despair. So messed up, she was totally broken. The first time seeing her like this, she didn't want to go anywhere or do anything. How dare my father hurt my mother? If my father was here with me now, I'd punch him in the nose for hurting her and for forsaking her for a 22-year-old child.
'What's wrong with him? How dare he leave her for a 22-year-old whore,' I asked myself without an answer? 'How could he throw away a 25-year marriage for a woman more than half his age? What do they even talk about? What do they have in common? Other than having sex, what do they do all day? He created and shared so many memories with my mother and now, just a blur, they're all gone,' I thought. 'Everything he built, he ruined.'
Other than wanting to be with a little girl instead of a mature woman, with my mother not talking about it, I had no idea what happened between them. Whatever it was, it was something bad enough to end their marriage. Obviously, he had been cheating on my mother with a younger woman for some time. That may have been plenty enough reason for her to feel used, abused, and betrayed.
'He's at the age where he may feel that he hasn't accomplished all that he wanted to accomplish. As many men do at that age, maybe he's going through the change of life. Maybe he's just going through a phase. If that was the case, he should have bought a red convertible and taken my mother with him on joyrides. He didn't have to have a sexual affair. A real slap in her face, he didn't have to leave her for a much younger woman,' I thought.
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"I'm so lonely, Roger," she finally said confiding in me. "I've slept with your father for 25-years," said my mother finally opening up by continuing to confide in me. I hate sleeping alone. I can't get used to it. I haven't had a good night's sleep since your father left me," she said.
Then, she said the real reason why she was so sad.
"I miss feeling his arms around me, holding me, hugging me, cuddling with me, and spooning me," she said wrapping her arms around herself while looking so alone. "My life and my bed are so empty without him."
She started to cry again. This time, instead of crying to herself, she sobbed loudly. Other than just being there, I felt helpless to help her through this. What did I know about love, marriage, and relationships? I was a 24-year-old, single man who had never been in love with a woman, other than with my mother. I felt so bad for her but what could I do to help her? There was nothing that I could do.
"Waiting on him hand and foot to make his life easier, how could he do this to me? How could he cheat on me with a child, a woman even younger than you," she said? "What's wrong with him to do that? This would have been our 25th anniversary. I was planning a party, a sliver celebration, but that's ruined."
'What could I do about my mother feeling so sad and so lonely? Thinking about it again while trying to help her, there was little that I could do. Glad that I worked from home, other than staying with her and keeping her company, talking to her, and distracting her by watching movies, and playing board games, there wasn't much that I could do to help her through this.
Other than getting her a dog to sleep with her, what could I possibly do about her hating to sleep alone? Perish the thought, I thought about temporarily sleeping with her, but this was my mother. Not even daring to suggest it, squashing the thought as soon as I had it, I couldn't sleep with my mother. That's just wrong. That's just nasty. How could I possibly sleep in the same bed with my mother. Other than to give her my shoulder to cry on and encourage her to go out, literally, there was little that I could do to help her,' I thought.
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Then, unnerving me, biting her lip, and looking at me sheepishly, she looked at me as if she wanted to ask me something. She looked at me as if afraid to ask me the question that she had on her mind and that I had thought about asking her but didn't for fear of being sexually inappropriate. Then, as if reading her mind and as if someone else had said it, I couldn't believe what I asked in answer to my mother's loneliness and her hating to sleep alone.
"What about me, Mom," I asked with a deafening pause?
She looked at me not understanding my meaning.
"What about you," she asked?
I looked at her long and hard before answering her. A real MILF, she was so beautiful. She was so vulnerable. She was so sexy. She was everything that I'd want in a woman. I'd love to find a woman who not only looked like my mother, I'd like to find a woman who walked like her, talked like her, and laughed like her. Surely, if I looked hard enough, I could find my mother's doppelganger and her younger clone.
"I could sleep with you, Mother," I said as if saying it in a daze. "I could hold you, hug you, cuddle with you, and spoon you until you fell asleep. Then, I'd return to my room and sleep in my own bed," I said.
'What? What did I just say? Did I really ask my mother that? How dare I? What's wrong with me?'
I paused to see her reaction to what I had just asked her to reflect on her face. "What do you think? Would that work for you? Would my sleeping with you in your bed help you to get a good night's sleep?"
Hoping she'd say no, the last thing that I wanted to do was to sleep with my mother in her bed. Yet instead of looking at me as if I was crazy for suggesting such a thing, she looked at me as if she had won the lottery. After seeing her so sad, I've never seen her so happy. Only, feeling the reality of what I volunteered to do now, I couldn't believe that I volunteered to sleep with my mother in her bed.
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Trying to think of a way to get out of sleeping with my mother, I can't do that. What's wrong with me to even think that and suggest that? What grown man sleeps with his mother? What would my friends say if they knew that I was sleeping with my mother in her bed? What if she told our relatives and/or her friends that we were sleeping together in the same bed? How taboo is that? How embarrassing is that?
"Seriously? You'd do that for me? You'd sleep with your mother," she looked at me as if she was waiting for me to change my mind? "You'd hold me. You'd hug me. You'd cuddle with me and spoon me?"
She looked at me to beam me a wide smile.
"Oh, Roger. Thank you," she said hugging me. "Thank you."
No turning back now. Not wanting to disappoint her, now that I suggested that I'd sleep with her, I needed to follow through with sleeping with her in her bed. I returned her hug and gave her a nervous, albeit a loving smile.
"Of course, I would, Mother. I'd do anything to make you feel happy again. I'd do anything for you not to feel so sad," I said meaning it. "I'd do anything to help you get some sleep. Anything. Anything at all. All you need to do is to ask. Nothing is too much for you to ask of me to do, Mother. Nothing. I love you, Mother," I said leaning in to kiss on the cheek but when she turned her head as I leaned in to kiss her, I kissed me on the lips.
The first-time kissing my mother on the lips, I was tempted to part her lips with my tongue and French kiss her. Fortunately, I controlled myself from giving my mother a romantic kiss. That would have ruined everything. With my father a pervert, I needn't follow in his footsteps and be a pervert, too. Just as my father was dating a woman 24-years younger than him, I'd be just as bad starting a sexual relationship with a woman who was 24-years older than me, especially if that woman was my mother.
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That night, regretting that I volunteered to sleep with my mother, feeling awkward about sleeping with her, I put on pajama bottoms. Normally I sleep in the nude because I sleep hot and my room, for some unknown reason, is the hottest room in the house. Just as I didn't want to embarrass myself by climbing in bed naked to sleep with my mother, I didn't want to embarrass my mother by climbing in bed naked to sleep with her.
What would she think of me if I went to her bedroom naked? She'd think me mad. She'd think me sick. She'd think that I wanted her to give me sex. She'd think that I was taking advantage of my father not being there. She'd think me a pervert. I'd ruin all the good that I was doing by offering to sleep with her by showing up in her bedroom naked.
Giving myself the incestuous thought, something that I never considered before, I thought about doing now. I wondered what it would be like to sleep with my mother naked. Not dismissing the idea as ridiculous and perversely perverted as it sounded, I couldn't stop thinking about sleeping with my mother while naked. If I didn't wear pajamas to bed and slept in the nude, I wondered if she'd look, stare, look away, or order me from her room. With her not having had sex in a while, maybe, she'd surprise me and reach out and touch me.
Maybe, with her afraid to ask, she wanted to have sex with me. Yet a delicate balance, I didn't want her to think that I was pressuring her to have sex with me. Honestly, even if my mother wanted me to give her sex, I'd never have sex with her. I couldn't have sex with her. I just couldn't. That's a line that I'd never cross and something that I couldn't do. Yet if I'd never have sex with her, why did I even think about sleeping naked with my mother?
Gross. That's so gross. I could never allow my mother to deliberately see me naked. No doubt, with me being naked in front of my mother, I'd have an erection. I'd be so embarrassed for my mother to see my erect, naked prick. With me sporting an erection, easy enough to draw that conclusion, my mother would think that I wanted to have sex with her.
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Normally with her wearing sweatshirt and sweatpants to bed, curious now, I wondered what my mother would wear to bed if she knew that I was going to sleep with her. Maybe, she'd wear a long flannel nightgown that buttoned from her neck to her ankles under her bathrobe to bed. Maybe, she'd surprise me and, like me, she'd be naked, too. Nah, just as I'd never be naked in front of my mother, my mother would never be naked in front of me.
Sorry, that I even mentioned it, dreading sleeping with my mother and sorry that I volunteered to sleep with her, I walked down the hall to her bedroom as if I was walking to my execution. Yet with her always making sacrifices for me, I felt good about doing something nice for her. She needed to get some much-needed sleep. She needed to get her old life back. She needed to heel herself and if I could help her do that, then I was happy to do it.
Then I thought, after not having had sex with my father since their divorce and with her, no doubt, horny and sexually frustrated, what if my mother was expecting me to give her sex? With me already ensconced in her bed, what if she was the one hoping that I'd give her sex? What if she wanted me to make out with her while touching and feeling her everywhere through her clothes? What if she wanted me to strip her naked, have my wicked, sexual way with her naked body, and fuck her?
'Something that I never thought of before, I suddenly thought of my mother naked and wanting me to give her sex now. I thought of her wanting me to fuck her. Yet I could never fuck her. I could never fuck my mother. That's just wrong. That's just nasty,' I thought. 'I could never kiss her and make out with her while making love to her.'
What if during the night, with her half asleep, dreaming, and sexually aroused, she mistook me for my father and pulled my naked prick from my pajama bottoms, stroked me, sucked me, and fucked me. What would I do if she stripped herself naked and mounted me? Imagining her begging to be fucked, would I fuck her? Would I dare fuck my mother? Could I have forbidden sex with her? Could I have incestuous sex with my mother?
'Nah that would never happen. My mother isn't like that. She'd never want to have sex with me. She barely had sex with my father. Morally modest, my mother is a prude. No matter if she was sad, lonely, and horny, she'd never pressure me to have sex with her either.
With her feeling sad, rejected, and lonely, she just wanted to feel my warm body next to her while she slept. She just wanted to feel me holding her, hugging her, cuddling her, and spooning her so that she could sleep,' I thought. 'She wanted to feel that she was loved instead of feeling rejected.'
Hoping she'd be asleep, so that I could avoid the uncomfortable situation of sleeping with my mother in her bed, ready to walk away and walk back to my room, I lightly knocked on her bedroom door.
# # #
"Come in," she immediately said.
'Shit,' I thought. 'She's awake.'
Expecting her to be sleeping, I had hoped she'd be asleep and had forgotten about my offer to sleep with her. Then, when I heard her voice, I figured she'd be sitting at her vanity table brushing her long, beautiful, brown hair, something she did every night before bed. Instead, as if waiting up for me, when I opened her bedroom door, she was already in bed and laying on top of the covers while waiting for me.
In the way that my father did every night, I suddenly had an erotic image of coming to her when she was in bed every night. My father was such lucky man. How could he dump her and ruin his 25-year-marriage? Unfortunately, he didn't know what he had in her to part with her for a woman more than half his age. Yet, suddenly, seeing her there waiting for me and smiling, I never felt as pressured, not for sex but to sleep in the same bed with my mother, as I felt now. Instead of feeling sexually excited, I felt weirdly grossed out.
Sexually surprising me, instead of her wearing sweatshirt and sweatpants to bed, she wore a sheer, low-cut, and sexy nightgown, one that I had never seen before, and didn't know she owned. With my mother morally modest, having never seen her in her nightgown without her wearing her robe over it, she always wore a bathrobe over her nightgowns. Yet, with her already in bed, albeit lying on top of the covers, never have I seen as much of my mother's nearly, naked body as I was seeing now.
No longer grossed out, sexually shocking me, I couldn't stop staring at all that I was seeing and all that she was showing. As if she had deliberately placed it there to sexually tease me and perhaps, even sexually seduce me, the hem of her nightgown was raised to her mid-thigh. My mother has such long and shapely legs and it was sexually exciting seeing them. I imagined her legs draped down my shoulders while I licked her pussy, fingered her cunt, and ate her.
If that wasn't enough to make me horny, her legs were parted open just enough that I could see a flash of her naked, brown, trimmed pussy. I couldn't believe my mother wasn't wearing panties to bed. I couldn't believe that I was seeing my mother's naked pussy.
I had never seen my mother's naked pussy before, and I was shocked and sexually excited that I was seeing her pussy now. I would have thought that with her tossing and turning during the night, she'd wear pants and, at least, panties to bed. In the way that I slept naked in bed, but for her sheer and sexy nightgown, my mother was practically naked.
my mother's naked pussy made me want to remove my pajama bottoms to show her my naked cock. Not stopping there, I suddenly had the urge to masturbate in front of her. I wanted her to watch me cum.
'Do you like my cock, Mommy,' I imagined saying to my mother while stroking myself faster and harder.
Something that I never had the urge to do before, just before ejaculating my load, I suddenly had the urge to lean over her and cum all over her beautiful face. Only, I didn't think my mother would appreciate me cumming all over her face. She'd think that I was being gross when giving her a cum bath was sexy.
Now that I knew my mother wasn't wearing panties under her nightgown, I imagined her nightgown climbing higher during the night. Sexually exciting me, the thought pressing my pajama clad prick against her and spooning my mother's naked ass was a shocking revelation and a potential reality.
Never being sexually attracted to my mother before, I was sexually attracted to my mother now. A sexually excited twinge gave me an erection. Now, I couldn't wait to see my mother's shapely, naked ass. Now, I couldn't wait to show her my erect, naked prick.
Suddenly having forbidden and incestuous, sexual thoughts for my mother, I thought of lifting the back of her nightgown and touching, feeling, and squeezing her shapely, naked ass during the night while she lay sleeping. I imagined reaching around her to feel her naked breasts and finger her erect nipples through her nightgown. Not stopping there, I imagined sticking my horny hand down her nightgown top to fondle her naked breasts.
Then, going beyond what was deemed sexually appropriate, with her nightgown bunched up around her waist, I imagined fingering her pussy, rubbing her clitoris, and finger fucking her as she slept during the night. My golden opportunity to have my wicked, sexual way with my mother's nightgown clad body, again, I imagined feeling her naked breasts through her nightgown while pulling, turning, and twisting her nipples as she slept. Something that I had never imagined doing before, I imagined masturbating my mother in her sleep now.
Still not done, again, something that I never imagined doing before, I imagined sliding my erect cock ever so slowly and ever so gently in her wet pussy from behind. Sexually deprived, while steadily humping her harder and faster, I imagined fucking my mother in her sleep. Then, climbing out of bed to stand beside her in the dark, totally wicked, I imagined slowly sliding my erect cock long her sleeping lips.
I imagined my mother parting her lips in her sleep and taking me in her mouth. I imagined my mother sucking me in her sleep while I slowly and gently humped her beautiful mouth. Never having imagined it before, I imagined my mother blowing me. I imagined cumming in her mouth.
# # #
'I wondered after having a couple glasses of wine and if she was half asleep, if she'd think she was sucking her husband instead of her son. Yet, chances are, one of the reasons my father left her, my mother doesn't suck cock,' I thought. 'With her a morally modest prude, it wouldn't surprise me if she had never given a blowjob. It wouldn't surprise me if she never had a cock in her mouth. Tempted by a young seductress who loved sucking cock and swallowing cum, that would explain why my father left her.'
Literally hurting my head to imagine my mother sucking my cock, I erased the image of her blowing me. I erased the image of seeing her naked pussy. I erased the image of all that I could see of my mother's naked breasts through her sheer and sexy, low-cut nightgown. I erased the image of seeing my mother's long line of sexy cleavage and the shape and size of her nearly naked breasts.
'What's wrong with me? Why am I suddenly having sexual thoughts for my mother when I never had sexual thoughts for her before? How dare I think of my mother in such a sexually, forbidden way? Have I suddenly turned into an incestuous pervert?'
I covered the bulge in my pajama bottoms with my hand so that my mother wouldn't see that she had sexually excited me. Then, when she slowly and seductively leaned forward to grab the covers while staring up at me, with my eyes bulging out of my head, her breasts nearly fell out of her nightgown top. I couldn't believe that I was seeing so much of my mother's nearly, naked tits. I stared at her long, line sexy clearly, the round fullness of her nearly, naked breasts, and what I could see of her erect nipples.
'Oh, my God. She has such beautiful and shapely breasts,' I thought. 'I would love to touch them. I would love to feel them. I would love to fondle them and suck them. I would love to fuck them with my cock and cum all over them.'
Hoping that her big tits would spill out the top of her low-cut nightgown, I continued staring at all that I could see of her nearly, naked breasts. Something I imagined that I'd never do, nothing more than a sexual fantasy, I imagined picking her up out of bed, turning her upside down, and shaking her.
'Roger! What are you doing? Put me down this instant. Put me down,' I imagined her saying.
I imagined her nightgown bunched around her neck. I imagined seeing her naked ass, her naked tits, and her naked pussy. I imagined her laying on the carpeted floor and crying with embarrassment that I saw her naked body.
'Oh, Roger,' I imagined my mother saying. 'How could you do that to me. I'm so very embarrassed. I'm your mother and you shouldn't have seen me naked.'
I looked at my mother looking at me. Unless I was mistaken, she was as sexually interested in me as I was sexually interested in her. A total turn around, never has my mother given me such a sexy look and never have I returned my mother's look of sexual interest with my look of sexual interest.
'Seriously? Are you kidding me? What's wrong with me? Why am I suddenly so sexually attracted to my mother when I was never sexually attracted to her before? Yet, her fault for sexually teasing me. Whether accidentally or deliberately, if it wasn't enough that she flashed me up-nightgown peeks of her naked pussy and down nightgown views of her naked breasts, I've never seen as much of my mother's naked body as I'm seeing now.'
My cock responded to seeing more of her naked breasts than I had ever seen before by growing bigger and harder. Throbbing and pulsating, as if I had a small animal stuffed down my pajama bottoms, my erection made my sexual feelings known. The first time that this has ever happened, I had an erection of all that I was seeing of my mother's sexy, shapely, and nearly, naked body.
My erect prick continued throbbing and pulsating to all that I was seeing of her. Unsure if she was deliberately sexually teasing me or accidentally flashing me, I couldn't believe that my mother had sexually excited me enough for me to have an erection. I've never had an erection while sexually thinking of my mother. I never wanted to have forbidden sex with my mother in the way that I wanted to have incestuous sex with her now.
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Now that I was sexually thinking of her, hoping she'd change her mind about wanting me to sleep with her, I didn't know if I could control myself from sexually touching her, feeling her, and trying to have sex with her. Not feeling good about suddenly wanting to sexually seduce my mother, I watched her climb under the covers. Something that I never expected to see, when my mother slowly and sexily lifted her long and shapely legs to move beneath the covers, I saw her naked pussy again.
'Oh, my God. I don't believe this. I don't believe that I just saw my mother's naked pussy,' I thought.
Then, when she spread her knees to move beneath the covers, she flashed me the entirety of her naked pussy. Whether she was flashing me accidentally or deliberately, I didn't know nor did I care. I just couldn't believe all that I was seeing of my mother. Hard to wrap my head around it, I saw my mother's brown, trimmed, naked pussy. Something I had never seen before and never expected to see now, I couldn't believe that I saw the entirety of her naked cunt.
Never wanting to have sex with her before, I wanted to have incestuous sex with her now. Suddenly, I felt like every other perverted man who wanted to have forbidden sex with his mother. With my cock suddenly tenting my pajama bottoms, I covered my bulging cock with my hand, hurriedly climbed in bed, and moved my legs beneath the covers. Staying on my side of the bed until my erection dissipated, my mother moved closer to me until she was practically on top of me.
As she moved closer, her nightgown moved higher with her. Moving nearly up to her waist, her naked ass and naked pussy were totally exposed. Her naked ass was pressed against me. As if deliberately, sexually enticing me, she wiggled her shapely, naked ass against my pajama clad cock. I so wanted to fuck my mother's ass but doubting she was in anal sex or any sex with me, I bided my time while allowing her to make all of the sexual moves.
As if was trying to fuck my mother in her ass, I could feel my erect, pajama clad prick part my mother's ass cheeks. I imagined slipping my erect prick in her warm, wet pussy from behind and humping her hard and humping her fast. I imagined fucking my mother. Curious what she sounded like and looked like when cumming, I imagined giving her multiple, sexual orgasms with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock.
'Oh, my God,' I thought. 'If I didn't know any better, I'd think that my mother is sexually teasing me while trying to sexually seduce me.'
Then, awakening me from my sexual fantasy, my mother spoke.
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"I thought you were going to hold me, hug me, cuddle me, and spoon me," she said with disappointment while wiggling her shapely, exposed, naked ass against my erect, pajama clad prick again.
With me so horny and so sexually excited, if she continued wiggling her naked ass while pressed against my pajama clad prick, I'd cum. No doubt, with her feeling something unexpectedly hard pressed against her, she turned her head to look at me. Then, she exposed her naked ass to my horny eyes when she lifted the covers to look down at my erect prick that still tented my pajama bottoms.
When she lifted the covers, I saw the entirety of her round and shapely, naked ass. I was embarrassed as much as I was sexually excited that I saw my mother's naked ass and that she knew that she had sexually excited me. Then, she asked me what I never expected her to ask me.
"Roger," she said looking up at me with wide eyed innocence mixed with sexual arousal. "Do you have an erection," she asked laughing while turning her head to me?
I was embarrassed that my mother had sexually excited me enough to give me an erection.
"Sorry, Mom. This is so embarrassing, but I never expected to see you in your nightgown. I figured you'd wear sweatshirt and sweatpants to bed," I said as my excuse.
Laying it all out there, if she didn't already know, I wanted my mother to know all that I saw of her beautiful, naked body and what she was sexually doing to me.
"Then, when you lifted and parted your legs to move beneath the covers, I saw your naked pussy. I never expected to ever see your naked pussy, Mom," I said looking up at her with sexual excitement. "I still can't believe that I saw my mother's naked pussy."
Breathing through her mouth, she looked at with her lips parted. Clearly, my mother had deliberately exposed her naked pussy to me. By wearing this sexy nightgown, not wearing sweatpants, and not wearing panties, it was her intention to flash me her naked pussy.
Then, when you leaned forward to reach for the covers, I watched your naked breasts nearly fall from your nightgown top. Just now when you lifted the covers, I saw your naked ass, too. I've practically seen you naked, Mother," with my sexual excitement showing on my face.
She laughed.
"So, you nearly saw me naked. What's the big deal," she asked with shrug? "You act as if you've never seen a naked woman before," she said. "So, you saw my naked pussy, most of my naked breasts, and my naked ass, I'm sure that I'm not the only naked woman you've ever seen in your life and assuredly won't be the last," she said with a dirty laugh.
I made a face.
"What I saw wasn't just anyone's naked pussy, naked tits, and naked ass. I saw your naked pussy, most of your naked tits, and your naked ass, Mother. I saw my mother's naked pussy, naked tits, and naked ass," I said feeling my face flush a bright red every time I said the words naked pussy, naked tits, and naked ass.
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She shocked me by what she said next.
"Well, now that you've already seen what you shouldn't have seen of me, as a prelude to my request, I know where I'd like to go for the weekend," she said with a dirty laugh and without shame and/or embarrassment.
Thinking too much of my mother's naked pussy, naked tits, and ass, I forgot that I volunteered to take her away for the weekend.
"Where would you like to go, Mother," I asked? "Anywhere. I'll take you anywhere you want to go. You tell me and we'll go. New Hampshire, Maine, or Vermont."
She let out a sexy laugh and gave me a naughty look. With the bedroom light still on, every time she moved, she flashed me more of her naked breasts. Then, when she sat up in bed and leaned forward, finally free, her naked breasts fell from her nightgown top.
My mother was topless. I was seeing her naked breasts and her erect nipples. My mother had such big and beautiful breasts and it sexually excited me to continually see them without her making a move to cover them. I couldn't believe my mother was topless. I couldn't believe that I was seeing her naked breasts.
"Where I want to go is right here in Massachusetts about 80 miles south of Boston. I want to go to Cape Cod. I want you to take me somewhere your father always wanted to take me, but I was too embarrassed to go," she said flashing me another naughty look of her naked tits. "I feared that someone I knew would see me but now, I don't care who sees me. I want everyone to see me topless and naked," she said putting both of her hands in the air.
Cape Cod? I was unfamiliar with Cape Cod. Because of the huge volume of traffic, I always headed for the White Mountains instead of going to the cape.
Then, I thought more about what she said.
Too embarrassed to go. Feared that someone would see her? Now, she wanted everyone to see her topless and naked. I couldn't imagine where my father wanted to take my mother that she'd be too embarrassed to go,' I thought.
"Where would you like to go on Cape Cod, Mother," I asked? "Do you have particular town or beach? I'll take you anywhere you'd like to go."
When my mother caught me staring at her naked tits, show over, she gave me a sheepish, little grin and pulled her nightgown top up and over them.
"I want you to take me to a nude beach," she said with a little laugh.
# # #
'What? A nude beach? With my mother? I don't believe where she wanted me to take her. Unable to wrap my head around it, I couldn't believe it. My mother wanted me to take her to a nude beach. As shocked as I was sexually excited, I couldn't believe that she wanted to go to a nude beach with me,' I thought.
"Seriously, Mother," I said looking at her as if she had suddenly lost her mind? "In case you don't realize what a nude beach is, we'd be nude. We'd be naked," I said reiterating the point about our mutual nudity in case she didn't understand.
She laughed.
"I've been around long before you, Roger. I know what a nude beach is," she said with another dirty laugh. "After losing your father because of my unwillingness to try new, sexual things, it's time that I stepped out of my prudish box. Before I get too old and lose the body that I have, it's time that I stepped out of my comfort zone and embraced my new sexuality and flashed my naked body."
My cock was as big and as hard as it ever was while imagining walking the nude beach naked with my naked mother by my side.
"When would you like to go, Mother," I asked?
Figuring she wouldn't have a date in mind but would arbitrarily say sometime next year, she surprised me by what she said.
"Unless you already have plans, we can go tomorrow," she said. "Let's go tomorrow. I'm eager to start my new, sexual life without your father's judgement making me feel guilty."
I looked at her while imagining her naked.
"Tomorrow," I said with a gulp? "Mother, are you sure?"
She laughed.
"Yes, I'm sure. As if you're my protector, knowing that you won't allow anyone to take sexual advantage of me. I feel comfortable with you knowing that you won't take sexual advantage of me either," she said.
# # #
Stunned, I couldn't believe my mother wanted me to take her to a nude beach tomorrow.
"Are you sure mother," I asked her again while expecting her to reconsider the ramifications of us being naked together? "Once we're there walking the beach naked, they'll be no turning back. You may regret your decision to go to a nude beach. I'll be seeing you completely naked, Mother," I said figuring that she'd change her mind.
She laughed and then what she said sexually excited me as much as it sexually surprised me.
"I know," she said looking up at me with a sexy grin and a naughty look. "I want you to see me naked," she said giving me another sexy smile and another naughty look.
Imagining her walking the length of the beach while walking beside me naked I looked at her as if she was already naked.
"Once I see you naked, I may want to touch you and feel you," I said pushing my luck by testing the water while hoping that she'd allow me to touch and feel her naked body.
She laughed.
"Once I see you naked, I may want to touch you and feel you, too," she said with another sexy grin and a naughty smile.
I looked at as if I was having a sexual fantasy and imagining this bizarre conversation.
'My mother wanted me to take her to a nude beach. She wanted me to see her naked,' I thought. 'I couldn't believe my mother wanted me to see her naked.'
"And I'd be naked, too, Mother," I said reminding her that I'd be naked. "You'd be seeing me naked, too."
She laughed again.
"I know. I understand the concept of a nude beach," she said with another laugh. "As much as I want you to see me naked, I want to see you naked, too," she said giving me another sexy grin and another naughty look.
'If it wasn't enough that my mother wanted me to see her naked, she wanted me to see her naked, too. As much as I couldn't believe that my mother wanted me to see her naked, I couldn't believe that she wanted to see me naked, too,' I thought.
I nodded my head.
"Okay. Tomorrow we'll go to a nude beach. I know the one you mentioned in Truro on Cape Cod. Having been there with my friends a few years ago, I must warn you, though, they'll be more men than there will be women. Many of the men will be gay. The other men will be old, fat men, and perverted. They'll follow us while ogling your naked body and may even masturbate in front of you while hoping that you'll have sex with them," I said.
She nodded her head and made a face.
"I know and that's okay. I'll have you there to protect me. Besides, I wouldn't have sex with anyone but with you."
She shocked me.
'What? What did my mother just say? She wouldn't have sex with anyone but with me? I couldn't believe it. My mother wanted to see me naked. She wanted to have sex with me, and with no one else but me,' I thought while growing even more sexually excited.
# # #
"It's about time that I did something fun," she said. She looked at me and asked, "What's wrong? Don't you want to go to a nude beach with your mother? It will be fun," she said with a yet another dirty laugh.
She looked at me in the way that my father must have looked at her.
"Don't you want to see me naked," she asked while cupping her naked breasts in her hands and lifting them as if offering me to touch them and suck them.
She fingered her nipples and then, surprising me yet again, she lifted her breasts to her mouth and sucked her nipples.
"Don't you want me to see you naked? When we submerge ourselves in the water, I'll allow you to touch and feel my naked body wherever you want," she said with a sexy laugh and a naughty look
I shrugged.
"It's not that, Mother. It's a big adjustment and a total turn around. You expect me to go from never even seeing your bra strap to seeing you totally naked," I said.
She laughed.
"Well, you told me that you'd do anything, anything to ease me through my sadness and help me to get some sleep. Besides, you told me that you have already seen my naked ass, my naked tits, and my naked pussy," she said with a dirty laugh. "Now that you've already seen all of my naked body, what's the big deal?"
She fell silent as if she was thinking.
"I'll tell you what, before we go to the trouble of going to a nude beach, let's get his naked business out of the way right now, shall we?
Then, never expecting her to say what she said next, she sexually shocked me.
"Show me your cock, Roger. I want to see your naked prick," she said. "Show Mommy your naked penis," she said with a dirty laugh.
Feeling pressured to show my mother my naked prick, calling my bluff and expecting me to expose myself to her, I looked at her horrified.
"I can't," I said shaking my head.
She made a face.
"You can't or you won't?" She looked at me as if she really wanted to see my naked prick and was disappointed that I refused to show her my naked cock. "Why not?"
I could feel myself turning red again.
"I have an erection," I said feeling myself turning a bright red again.
She laughed.
"That's even more reason why I'd want to see your naked prick. Show me. Show me your cock," she said. "I want to see my son's erection."
Now, as if I was the morally modest one, the sexual prude, and my mother was the pervert, I couldn't believe she asked to see my naked, erect prick. My mother wanted to see my naked prick. I couldn't believe it.
"I'll tell you what. If it will make you feel more comfortable with your nudity, I'll get naked if you get naked," she said flinging back the covers.
She sat up in bed, reached down to her hem and lifted her nightgown up and over her head. Just like that, she was naked. My mother was naked. The first time seeing her naked body, I couldn't believe that I was seeing my mother naked.
I stared at her beautiful, naked breasts. They were so full and shapely. I wanted to touch them. I wanted to feel them. I wanted to fondle them and suck them.
I stared at her pink, erect nipples. They were so big. I wanted to finger them. I wanted to pull, turn, and twist them.
I stared at her naked pussy. I wanted to finger her pussy while rubbing her clit. I wanted to finger fuck her pussy while masturbating her. I wanted to lick her pussy and give her sexual orgasm with my fingers and my tongue. I wanted to fuck her. For the first time, I wanted to fuck my mother.
I stared at all that I could see of the sides of her naked ass. After having already seen my mother's naked ass, she had a beautiful and perfectly shaped ass. She had a better ass and a better body than all of my friends' mothers. I wondered, if she'd allow me to photograph and video her while walking the nude beach. Not believing that I accompanied my mother to nude beach, making them all jealous, I'd love to show my friends what my mother looked like naked.
"Your turn," she said. "Take off your pajama bottoms and show me your prick. I want to see my son's cock."
# # #
Without standing, I slowly removed my pajama bottoms under the watchful eye of my mother while still in bed. Doing a double take, as soon as my naked dick was exposed, she watched my stiff prick spring to life. As if she had never seen a naked prick before, she stared at my naked cock with her mouth open. Then, surprising me, while wondering what she was doing or was about to do, she scooted down the bed for a closer look of my erect penis.
"My God, Roger. It's so big. Your prick is twice the size of your father's prick," she said looking up at me and staring back down at my erection again. "You have the biggest penis that I've ever seen."
In the way that she stared at my naked cock, again, as if she had never seen a naked cock before, she was embarrassing me.
"How big is it," she asked?
Embarrassed to tell her, I told her anyway.
"The last time I measured, it was 9 1/2", I said.
I couldn't believe the way that my mother was staring at it.
"May I touch it," she asked looking up at me?
'My mother not only stared at my erect, naked prick but also, she wanted to touch my erect, naked prick,' I thought.
"Yes," I said which was all that I could say.
She reached out her index finger and touched my prick with one, manicured finger. Then, surprising me, she took me in her warm, soft hand and wrapped her manicured fingers around my engorged penis. Ever so slowly and delicately, while staring up at me, as if my penis was going to break, she slowly stroked me. My mother was giving me a hand job. I couldn't believe my mother was giving me a slow hand job.
Not done shocking me, I couldn't believe what she asked me next. As if I had imagined her asking me the question, I couldn't believe what she asked. With all of this so surreal, I felt as if I was dreaming this.
"I'm embarrassed to say and, no doubt, one of the reasons why your father left me," she said pausing. "I've never given your father a blowjob. I've never sucked his cock. I've never had anyone's stiff prick in my mouth," she said looking up at me with shame. "I've never tasted cum."
I looked at her shocked. Nearly every woman today sucks cock. Every woman allows men to cum in their mouths. As much as most men are whore mongers, most women are whores.
'What? My mother has never had anyone's stiff prick in her mouth. She never gave my father a blowjob. She never sucked his prick. No wonder why he left her. Of course, it all makes sense. The first, young woman who blew him and allowed him to cum in her mouth was enough to turn his head and encouraged him to leave my mother,' I thought.
# # #
Then, what she said next stunned me.
"Something that a mother should never ask of her son but, may I take you in my mouth, Roger," she asked? "May I suck you? I'd like to know what it feels like to have a prick in my mouth. I'd like to know what it feels like to blow a man. I'd love to know what it feels like for a man to cum in my mouth. I'd like to know what cum tastes like," she said.
'What is happening,' I thought? 'After never saying anything that was sexually inappropriate, after never talking dirty to me, my mother wanted to take my erect prick in her mouth. She wanted to suck me. She wanted to blow me. She wanted me to cum in her mouth. She wanted to taste my cum.'
I looked at her still staring at my throbbing prick.
"Please do, Mother," I said.
Before taking my prick in her mouth, she leaned forward to kiss my cock while licking. Then, taking me in her mouth while staring up at me, she was sucking me. My mother was blowing me while stroking me. Something that I never dreamed would ever happen, I couldn't believe she was giving me oral sex.
If only out of habit, I put a gentle hand to the back of my mother's, pretty head. I gently humped her mouth, and slowly fucked her face. Before she changed her mind about blowing me, holding her head in place, I was determined to cum in her beautiful mouth. Further, I was determined to cum all over her pretty face and across her big, naked breasts. I wanted to be the one to give my mother her first cum bath.
Not taking very long, disappointed that I didn't last longer, catching her off-guard by the look on her face, I exploded a huge load of cum in my mother's beautiful mouth. I attributed me cumming so fast was due to my mother's thick lips. She had beautiful, full lips of a fashion model who did lipstick commercials. She had blowjob lips. Instead of being thin lipped, she had the type of lips that I could really feel her sucking me.
Then, surprising her again, as soon as she released my prick from her lips, I ejaculated a second load of cum all over her face and across her naked breasts. I literally gave my MILF of a mother a cum bath. Dripping from her eyebrows, her lips, her nose, her chin, and her breasts, my mother had cum dripping from everywhere.
# # #
"Oh, my God, Roger," she said while laughing and while wiping cum from her face and her breasts with a hand towel that she kept by the bed. "Where did all that cum come from? Your father never had that much cum when he ejaculated all over my hand. After gushing a volcano of cum in my mouth, you gushed a second gush of cum all over my face and across my naked tits," she said laughing while looking down at herself.
I stared down at her naked pussy.
"Now that you've given oral sex, may I return the favor," I asked?
She laughed.
"I thought you'd never ask," she said. "Yes, you may. Please eat me. Please eat your mother's pussy," she said while laughing. "I want to feel you licking and fingering my wet, cunt."
I scooted down the bed and made myself comfortable between my mother's shapely legs. I licked her while fingering her and while reaching up to feel and fondle her naked breasts. I pulled, turned, and twisted her erect nipples. In the way it didn't take me long to cum, it didn't take my mother long to cum either.
We rested while enjoying the afterglow of sex. Then, surprising me yet again, my mother mounted me. She reached down for my still erect prick to position it by her warm and wet pussy.
My mother gently and lovingly humped me while I gently and lovingly humped her. Then, humping her harder and humping her faster, our loved making turned to fucking. Something that I had never expected to happen when volunteering to sleep with my mother, I was fucking her and she was fucking me. Now, exploring more of our sexuality, I couldn't wait to take her to the nude beach tomorrow.Something that I never imagined she'd ask me to do, as shocking as it was sexually exciting, my 46-year-old mother, Laura, wanted me, her 24-year-old son, Roger, to take her to a nude beach.
'What? Seriously? My mother wanted me to take her to a nude beach,' I thought while stunned by her request.
When I offered to sleep with my mother in her bed to hold her, hug her, spoon her, and comfort her, it was a stretch of my overactive, sexual imagination to imagine that I'd ever see my mother naked. Then, surprising me, she wore a sexy, short, sheer, and low-cut nightgown to bed instead of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. I couldn't believe that I could nearly see my mother's entire naked body.
Then, from out of the clear blue, I couldn't believe it when she asked me to take her to a nude beach. My mother wanted to go to a nude beach with me. I'd be spending the better part of a day seeing my mother naked, and she'd be spending the better part of a day with seeing me naked, too.
"A nude beach?" I looked at her stunned. I couldn't believe she wanted me to take her to a nude beach. "Are you sure, Mom?"
As if she had ulterior motives and was planning something salaciously sexy, she gave me a sexy grin.
"Yes, I'm sure," she said showing me a look of sexual arousal as if she had ulterior motives. No doubt, if I took my mother to a nude beach, we'd be having sex. "I've been thinking about you taking me to a nude beach since your father walked out on me to be with that whore."
Feeling more than awkward going to a nude beach with my mother, I made a face of embarrassment. I couldn't believe my mother wanted to go to a nude beach with me. As much as I wanted to spend time with my naked mother, shocking me, I was uncomfortable with her request.
"I'm not sure if you know what a nude beach is, mother, but it's a beach where no one wears any clothes," I said with a sexually excited gulp. "Everyone on the beach and in the water are naked. I'll be seeing you naked and you'll be seeing me naked, too," I said making me hot and horny just thinking of seeing my mother naked and her seeing me naked, too. Just uttering the word naked in my mother's presence made me to strip myself naked and expose my naked cock to my mother.
She laughed and gave me a sexy smile and a naughty look.
"I know what a nude beach is, Roger," she said. Then, she said something that equally shocked me as her asking me to take her to a nude beach. "I want you to see me naked," she said giving me that sexy look again. Then, she looked at me as if she was undressing me with her eyes. "With your father the only man that I ever saw naked, I want to see you naked, too."
Doing a complete turnaround from prude to incestuous whore, my mother wanted me to see her naked. She wanted to see me naked, too. Something I never imagined happening when my father packed his things and left, I couldn't believe my mother wanted me to see her naked and wanted to see me naked, too. Something that I never imagined happening when I volunteered to sleep with my mother in her bed, I couldn't believe that not only was I going to see my mother naked but also, she was going to see me naked, too.
# # #
This is a true story of what happened between a mother and her son 25-years-ago. Roger was 24-years-old and his mother, Laura, was 46-year-old. Shocking him and sexually exciting him, if it wasn't enough that she asked him to sleep with her in her bed, she asked him to take her to a nude beach. Now, with him 49-years-old and him married with children, his mother is 71-years-old. A lifetime, sexual commitment, whenever the mood struck, mother and son still occasionally had sex.
He makes out with her while stripping her naked and touching her and feeling her everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his mother. He fingers her pussy while licking her pussy and she strokes him while sucking him. Then, she mounts him and they make slow, sweet, passionate love until their love making turned to fucking. He fucked his mother and she fucked him.
Roger has been fucking his mother for 25-years since his father left her for a young whore half his age. If Roger's wife knew that he had been having sex with his mother for two and a half decades, she'd divorce him. Not that would matter to his wife, sex between the two was more loving than it was incestuously sexual. An unusual incestuous, love story, he loved his mother and she loved her son.
"I love you, Mommy," said Roger passionately kissing his mother.
"I love you, Roger," said Laura Passionately kissing her son.
# # #
Sleeping with my Mother, Chapter 2
Revised, Rewritten, and Continued from Chapter 1
"It's about time that I did something fun," said Laura with enthusiasm. "I'm tired of being the mature adult. I'm tired of having to control my sexual urges. I'm tired of men having all the sexual fun," she said. "It's not fair," she said stomping her foot. "It's not fair being a woman in a man's world."
She looked at me if I wasn't one of the men that she referred to as having all the sexual fun when I surely wasn't. I was nothing like my father sleeping with a woman more than half his age. Instead, shocking me, she looked at me as if I was there for her sexual pleasure. Undressing me with her eyes, making me feel uncomfortable and embarrassing me, she said something that I never expected to hear from his mother's lips.
"Let's get naked, shall we?"
'What? My mother wanted us to get naked. With me in her bedroom and lying on her bed, there to comfort her so that she'd finally get some sleep, changing the sexual dynamics from loving to forbidden, my mother wanted to get naked. Shocking me and catching me by surprise, when I showed my uncomfortableness for her enthusiasm to get naked in front of me, my mother looked at me and asked.'
"What's wrong? Don't you want to go to a nude beach with your mother? Don't you want to see your mother naked," she asked with a dirty laugh while looking up at me with sexual arousal? "Are you embarrassed for me to see you without your clothes?"
Unable to answer her, I imagined her without her clothes. I remembered now what this was all about. She wanted me to take her to a nude beach. Thinking that she'd have some arbitrary date in mind, one day next summer perhaps, she wanted to go tomorrow, which was now today.
I forgot that I agreed to take my mother to a nude beach today. How could I forget such a thing? Yet, I really didn't believe that she'd really go through with it and want me to take her to a nude beach. I didn't think that she wanted me to see her naked and wanted me to see her naked.
"Don't you want me to see you naked," she asked again while sliding a slow tongue across her full lips? "C'mon, it will be fun," she said with a yet another dirty laugh. "Let's do something daring. Let's be sexually adventurous. I dare you to get naked with me. I double dare you to take me to a nude beach."
She looked at me in the way that my father must have looked at her when he asked her to go with him to a nude beach multiple times and she refused to go with him to a nude beach multiple times. Now, after my father left her for a woman more than half his age, seeing the error of her ways, no longer wanting to be deemed a sexual prude, she wanted to have some sexy, naked fun. She wanted to try new, and adventurous, sexual things with the new man in her life, and that new man was me, her son.
# # #
Not normal behavior, my mother, Laura, clarified her willingness to get naked in front of me. The first-time showing me her naked ass, her naked tits, and her naked pussy, she wanted me to realize that her nudity wasn't spiteful or vindictive to get back at my father but was willingly consensual. She wanted to get naked and she wanted me to get naked with her, too.
She wanted me to realize that her nudity was part of her embracing her new sexual lifestyle, a sexual lifestyle without embarrassment and shame. She wanted me to know that her new lifestyle not only included nudity but also sex. Whether I wanted to go along with her or not, either way, she was ready to go on her sexual journey without me and cross into whoredom alone. Fearing for her wellbeing, I couldn't allow her to go without me by her side protecting her.
Afraid for my mother's safety, I couldn't allow her to go on her sexual journey alone. Fearing that she'd be attacked, drugged, raped, kidnapped, and/or turned into a sexual slave, I needed to be by her side to protect her. Besides, if she was going to have sex with anyone, she was going to have sex with me, her admiring son. After all of this sexual teasing and erotic foreplay, enough of the sexual teasing, it was about time that we had sex, incestuous sex.
"Well, after your father left, and I was so depressed, you told me that you'd do anything, anything to ease me through my sadness, my suffering sorrow, my constant pain, and to help me to get some sleep," she said
Calling me on my promise to sleep with her but I never promised that I'd have sex with her.
"Do you remember saying that? Besides, you confessed that you've already seen my naked ass, my naked tits, and my naked pussy," she said with a dirty laugh and an unembarrassed shrug while staring at me.
Seemingly afraid that I wouldn't accompany her to a nude beach, when I was eager to go, she continued trying to convince me to take her to a nude beach.
"Since, you've already seen all of my naked body, what's the big deal about seeing me naked again now," she asked while giving me another naughty look?
Studying me, she fell silent as if she was thinking. If it wasn't enough that I agreed to sleep with her in her bed to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, and spoon her, stuck between rock and a hard place, my mother wanted me to take her to a nude beach. She wanted me to see her without her clothes. She wanted to see me naked. No doubt, not stopping with just nudity, she wanted to have sex with me in front of a small gathering of horny and sexually perverted men on the beach.
Embarrassed yet, sexually excited for everyone to see my mother naked, I couldn't imagine walking along a nude beach with my naked mother. I couldn't imagine finding some private place to have sex without a crowd of men watching us. I couldn't imagine having incestuous sex with my mother, especially under the watchful eye of a small gathering of men standing around us while watching us having sex and masturbating themselves.
I couldn't imagine touching her and feeling her while making out with her. I couldn't imagine her touching me and feeling me while making out with me. She was my mother and not some whore. Yet, never have I been as sexually excited as I was now.
# # #
"I'll tell you what, before we go through the trouble of going to a nude beach, let's get his naked business out of the way right now, shall we?"
Then, never expecting her to say what she said next, she sexually shocked me.
"Since I've already shown you my naked body, my naked ass, my naked pussy, and my naked tits, show me your cock, Roger," she said with a look of sexual arousal. "I want to see your naked prick," she said. "Show Mommy your naked penis, Roger," she said with a dirty laugh. "Come on. Don't be shy. I want to see my baby's prick."
Feeling pressured to show my mother my naked prick, calling my bluff, and expecting me to expose myself to her, I looked at her horrified. I couldn't believe my mother wanted me to expose myself to her. I couldn't believe she asked to see and wanted to see what she shouldn't see of me, my naked cock. It was one thing to see my mother naked but it was something else for her to want to see me naked, too.
"I can't," I said shaking my head.
'It doesn't work that way,' I thought to myself. 'I just can't strip myself naked in front of my mother. I needed to be in the mood. I needed to be sexually excited. I needed to be horny enough to want to expose myself to my mother.
She made a face.
"You can't show me your prick or you won't show me your prick?"
She looked at me with disappointment that I refused to show her my naked prick. She looked at me as if she really wanted to see my naked cock. She looked at me in the way that I looked at her when hoping to see her naked ass, her naked tits, and/or her naked pussy. Something I thought that I'd never feel, my mother was embarrassing me while sexually exciting me at the same time.
"Why not?"
I could feel myself turning red again. Actually, and oddly enough, an immediate response, as soon as she asked to see my naked prick, I was in the mood to show her my naked cock. I wanted to expose myself to my mother. Sexually convoluted, as soon as she asked to see my naked cock, something that I've never had before from being sexually excited over my mother, I had an erection.
I wanted my mother to take my erect cock in her soft, warm hand and stroke me. I wanted her to take me in her warm mouth and suck me. I wanted her to take me in her wet pussy and fuck me.
"I have an erection," I said embarrassed and feeling like a pervert for suddenly being sexually attracted to my mother.
'How dare I be sexually attracted to her? What's wrong with me to be sexually attracted to my mother. Regardless that she asked to see my naked cock, how dare I want to expose my naked prick to my mother and show her my naked prick? What's wrong with me to want to expose my naked prick to her?
This is my mother and not some whore. I'm her son and not some player. It's one thing to sleep in the same bed with her to comfort her so that she'd finally get some sleep but it's another thing to see one another naked. We can't have sex, we just can't.
My mother stunned me and shocked me when she wanted to see my naked cock. I couldn't believe that she wanted to see my naked prick. I felt myself turning a bright, red again. My pulse raced and my heart beat faster over the anticipation of showing my mother what she had lovingly and longingly asked to see. With my father gone and never returning, as strange as it was sexually exciting, clearly, she looked to me to take his place.
She laughed. Her laugh got my attention how ridiculous I was being in not showing her my naked prick. Suddenly, as if our roles were reversed, I was the modest one. I was the sexual prude. Just as she had disappointed my father when refusing to give him sex, I was disappointing my mother by not agreeing to show her my naked prick and possibly give her sex.
"That's even more reason why I'd want to see your naked prick," she said laughing. "Show me. Show me your cock, Roger," she said. "I want to see my son's erection. I haven't seen a nicked penis since your father left me for that whore."
# # #
Now, with our roles reversed, as if I was the morally modest one, the sexual prude, and my mother was the pervert, I couldn't believe she asked to see my naked, erect prick. My mother wanted to see my naked cock. I couldn't believe it. I was as embarrassed as I was sexually excited to accommodate her and show her what she asked to see. Only, I was uncomfortable starting something that I may not be able to finish.
I feared what would happen next if I accommodated her by showing her my naked prick. Would she reach out and touch me? Would she fondle my prick while stroking me? Would she move to her knees, take me in her mouth, and stroke me while sucking me? Would she spread her shapely legs and make love to me before fucking me? Would my loving mother dare to have forbidden sex with me, her loving son?
Never have I ever thought about exposing myself to my mother. Never have I ever thought about deliberately showing her my naked prick. This is my mother and not my father's whore. How can I show her what she shouldn't see of me? Then, overwhelmed with horniness and sexual excitement, a complete, sexual turnaround, after she asked to see my naked prick, I was eager to show my mother my naked prick. Now, I wanted her to see my naked, erect cock.
"I'll tell you what," she said determined to see my naked dick. "If it will make you feel more comfortable with your nudity, I'll get naked if you get naked," she said flinging back the covers of her king-sized bed. "I'll show you my naked body if you show me your naked body," she said with a sexy laugh.
I couldn't believe my mother was about to get naked in front of me to encourage me to get naked in front of her, too. I watched her as she sat up in bed, reached down for the hem of her nightgown and, without a second thought, she lifted her nightgown up and over her head. Just like that, before I could say my mother is naked, my mother was naked.
Never expecting her to get naked when I agreed to sleep with her in her bed, I couldn't believe my eyes that my mother was naked. Hard for me to wrap my head around, my MILF of a mother was naked. The first time seeing her naked body up close, I couldn't believe that I was seeing my mother naked.
It's one thing to see a naked woman but it's something else entirely to see one's own mother naked. I never thought that innocently sleeping in my mother's bed to give her comfort and allow her to get a good night's sleep, would lead to her stripping herself naked in front of me. A reluctant pawn, I was only here to help her get some sleep. Clearly, it seemed that sleep wasn't want my mother wanted. She wanted was sex. She wanted me to fuck her.
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With my eyes bugging out of my head, I stared at her beautiful naked breasts as if I had never seen naked breasts before. Yet, these naked breasts weren't just anyone's naked breasts. These were my mother's naked breasts. As shocked as I was sexually excited to see her big, shapely, natural breasts, I couldn't believe that I was seeing my mother's naked tits. I'll be masturbating over seeing my mother's naked breasts for the rest of my life.
'I can't believe I'm seeing my mother's tits,' I thought. 'I can't believe she's freely, willing, voluntarily, and consensually showing me her naked tits. Abandoning all of her sexual phobias, going from prude to slut, it's like she's turned into an incestuous whore overnight.'
Her breasts were so full and so shapely. For a mature woman, they hardly sagged at all. She had the breasts of a 36-year-old woman instead of a 46-year-old woman. Difficult to control myself from touching her big tits, I wanted to touch them. I wanted to feel them. I wanted to fondle them. I wanted to have my wicked, sexual way with my mother's big, naked tits while having incestuous sex with her.
I stared at her pink, erect nipples. As soon as I saw her naked, erect nipples, my mouth moved in the way of a goldfish looking for food. They were so big. I wanted to finger them. I wanted to pull them, turn them, and twist them. I wanted to suck them. As if I was her baby boy again suckling at her breasts, I wanted to suck my mother's nipples.
Something that I couldn't believe that I was seeing, I stared at her brown, trimmed, naked pussy. I wanted to finger her pussy while rubbing her clit. I wanted to finger fuck her pussy while masturbating her. I wanted to lick her pussy and give her multiple, sexual orgasms with my fingers and my tongue.
Not stopping there, I wanted to make slow and sweet, passionate love to my mother. I wanted to fuck her hard and fast enough to give her a sexual orgasm with my cock. For the first time in my life, never wanting to have sex with her before, I wanted to fuck my mother. I couldn't believe that I had capitulated to my mother's sexual desire. I couldn't believe that I wanted to have passionate sex with my mother.
I stared at all that I could see of the sides of her naked ass. After having already seen my mother's shapely, naked ass, she had a beautiful and perfectly formed ass. She had a better ass and a better body than all of my friends' mothers. Suddenly, making them all jealous and sexually wanting her, I wished that all of my friends could see my mother naked. Otherwise, they'd never believe that I not only saw her naked but also that I had sex with her, too.
wondered, if she'd allow me to photograph and video her while walking along the nude beach. Not believing that she invited me to accompany her to nude beach, making them all jealous, I'd love to show my friends proof that I went to a nude beach with my MILF of a mother. Never believing how sexy and how shapely she is, I'd love to show them what my mother looked like naked.
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"Don't you like seeing me naked," she asked while sexually teasing me by cupping her naked breasts in the palms of her hands.
She lifted them as if offering me to touch them, feel them, fondle them, and suck them? Then, looking up at me and continuing to sexually tease me, she fingered her erect nipples while watching me staring at all that she was showing and all that she was sexually doing to her beautiful, naked body. Pulling them, turning them, and twisting them, she surprised me yet again.
She lifted her breasts to her mouth and sucked her nipples in the way that I wanted to suck her nipples. Never thinking that I'd ever see such a sexual display, while making my erect cock throb and pulsate, I watched my mother finger her nipples while sucking her nipples. My mother was sucking her nipples. I couldn't believe my mother was sucking her nipples while staring up at me and sexually teasing me.
She made me want to finger her nipples. She made me want to suck her nipples. She made me want to put my stiff prick in her warm, wet mouth and have her blow me. I'd love nothing more than to cum in my mother's mouth and all over her pretty face.
"Don't you like seeing Mommy naked, Roger," she asked me again while continuing to sexually tease me? "Don't you like my naked body?"
Making sure that I saw her entire breasts, as if she was a model posing naked for an artist, she slowly and seductively turned one way before turning the other way. I couldn't wait to touch my mother's tits. I couldn't to feel them and to fuck her long, sexy line of cleavage with my cock. I'd love to cum all over my mother's big, naked breasts. Promising me sex, she painted me an incestuous picture of what I could expect her to do with me on a nude beach.
"When we submerge ourselves in the water at the nude beach, I'll allow you to touch and feel my naked body wherever you want," she said with a sexy laugh and a naughty look. "I'll even allow you to fuck me in the water. Would you like that, Roger? Would you like to fuck your mother in the water? No one will know that we're having sex," she said with a dirty laugh.
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I shrugged.
"It's not that, Mother, and yes, I'd love to touch, feel and fondle your naked body everywhere. I'd love to fuck you in the water, too. It's just a big adjustment and a total turn around. You expect me to go from never even seeing your bra strap to seeing you totally naked," I said. "I never expected to see you naked, mother. I just wanted to help you through your loneliness by sleeping with you so that you'd finally get some sleep."
She laughed.
"Well, you're seeing much more of me than just my bra strap now," she said with a dirty laugh. "Clearly, sleep is not what I wanted. Sex is what I needed," she said looking down at her naked breasts before looking up at me with embarrassment and a face full of sexual arousal. "Tell me," she said looking down at her naked tits again. "What do you think of my tits," she asked while fondling her naked breasts? "Do you like my naked tits?"
As if my mother loved her naked breasts, she stared down at her naked breasts again before staring up at me.
"I love my tits," she said staring down at her naked breasts again before looking up at me again. "I'm so glad that I have large breasts. I couldn't imagine only having an A cup or B cup breasts. A C cup is the perfect size breasts. They're not too big and they're not too small. They're just right.
Filling my eyes with her naked breasts, something that I'll never forget and will masturbate over for the rest of my life, while continually staring at her naked tits, I told her what I thought of her naked tits.
"I love your naked breasts. You have amazing breasts, mother," I said. "You have the best breasts I've ever seen. Your breasts rival any Playboy Playmate model half your age."
She looked down at her naked breasts again before looking up at me?
"Thank you, Roger. Touch them. I love the feel of a man's hand holding my breasts. Feel my naked tits. I want you to fondle them. I love having my tits touched and fondled," she said.
I touched my mother's tits. I felt her tits while fondling her breasts.
"Suck my tits, Roger. Suck Mommy's tits. I want you to suck my nipples. Suck my nipples, Roger. I love having my nipples sucked. Sucking my nipples makes me so wet," she said. "Go ahead. Don't be shy. Something I never expected to hear coming from my mother's lips, as if I was your girlfriend or your love instead of your mother, I want you to have your wicked, sexual way with my tits and nipples," she said.
Not having to ask me twice, I was all over my mother's naked breasts with my horny hands. Touching them, I felt them, and fondled them before leaning in to suck them. If it wasn't enough that I was seeing my mother's naked breasts, I couldn't believe that she allowed me to touch them, feel them, and fondle them while sucking her erect nipples.
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"Your turn," she said. "Take off your pajama bottoms and show me your prick. I want to see your cock. I want to see my son's erection."
Without standing, as embarrassed as I was sexually excited, obediently obeying my mother, I slowly slid my pajama bottoms down and removed them under her watchful eye while still in her bed. Doing a double take, as soon as my naked dick was exposed, she watched my stiff prick spring to life. As if she had never seen a naked prick before, she stared at my naked cock with her mouth gaping open.
With her mouth dangling open and her eyes bugging out of her head, I so wanted put a gentle hand behind her brunette, pretty head and fill her opened mouth with my cock. I so wanted to hump her mouth and fuck her face before ejaculating a load of cum in her beautiful mouth. I wondered what she'd do if I stuck my erect prick in her mouth and forced her to blow me. Then, surprising me, while wondering what she was doing or was about to do, she scooted down the bed for a closer look of my erect penis.
"My God, Roger. It's so big. It's so long and it's so thick. Your cock would totally fill my pussy," she said with a dirty laugh. "Your erect prick is twice the size of your father's erect prick," she said looking up at me and staring back down at my erection again. "Other than some naked photos that I've seen of naked, black athletes, you have the biggest penis that I've ever seen."
In the way that she stared at my naked cock, again, as if she had never seen a naked cock before, she sexually excited me. I couldn't believe I had exposed myself to my mother. Instead of looking away, she continued staring at my throbbing cock.
"How big is it," she asked while knowing that all men measure their pricks, a source of honor and pride, especially when they have a big dick?
Embarrassed to tell her, I told her anyway.
"The last time I measured, it was 9 ½", I said.
I couldn't believe the way that my mother was staring at it. She stared at my naked cock in the way that I stared at her naked tits. Clearly, she wanted to do more than just look at it. She wanted to touch it, stroke it, and, hopefully suck it and fuck it. Then, she took the next sexual step by asking the question that I hoped she'd ask.
"May I touch it," she asked looking up at me?
'My mother not only stared at my erect, naked prick but also, she wanted to touch my erect, naked prick,' I thought.
"Yes," I said which was all that I could say.
As if it was going to bite her, she reached out her index finger and touched my prick with one, manicured finger. Then, surprising me, she took me in her soft, warm hand and wrapped her manicured fingers around my engorged penis while smiling at me and looking up at me. Ever so slowly and delicately, while staring up at me, as if my penis was going to break, she slowly stroked me.
Something that I never had expected her to do when I volunteered to sleep with her in her bed, my mother was giving me a hand job. I couldn't believe my mother was giving me a slow, hand job. Clearly, I was hoping to help my mother get some rest and she was hoping that I'd give her sex.
Not done shocking me, I couldn't believe what she said next. As if I had imagined her asking me the question, I couldn't believe what she asked next. With all of this so surreal, I felt as if I was dreaming this.
"I'm embarrassed to say and, no doubt, one of the reasons why your father left me," she said pausing while looking ashamed. "I've never given your father a blowjob. I've never sucked his cock. I've never had his prick in my mouth. Believe me or not, but I've never had anyone's stiff prick in my mouth," she said looking up at me with shame. "I've never tasted cum," she said slowly shaking her head.
I looked at her shocked. Nearly every woman that I know sucks cock. Nearly every woman that I know allows men to cum in their mouths. As much as most men are whore mongers, most women are whores. Nearly all women, one time or another, are cocksuckers.
'What? My mother has never had anyone's stiff prick in her mouth. I couldn't believe it. She never gave my father a blowjob. She never sucked his prick. No wonder why he left her. Of course, it all makes sense now. The first, young woman who blew him and allowed him to cum in her mouth was enough to turn his head and encouraged him to leave my mother,' I thought.
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Then, what she said next stunned me.
"Something that a mother should never ask of her son but, may I take you in my mouth, Roger," she asked? "May I suck you? I'd like to know what it feels like to have an erect prick in my mouth. I'd like to know what it feels like to blow a man. I'd like to know what it feels like to stroke you while sucking you. I'd love to know what it feels like for a man to cum in my mouth. I'd like to know what cum tastes like," she said rattling off all that she wanted to do to my naked prick.
'What is happening? Am I dreaming,' I thought? 'After never saying anything that was sexually inappropriate to my mother, after never talking dirty to me, my mother wanted to take my erect prick in her mouth. She wanted to suck me. She wanted to blow me. She wanted me to cum in her mouth. She wanted to taste my cum. I don't believe it. I just don't believe it.'
I looked at her still staring at my throbbing prick.
"Please do, Mother," I said. "Please take me in your mouth. Please suck me. Please blow me. I'd love to cum in your beautiful mouth," I said tracing her full lips with my slow finger.
Before taking my prick in her mouth, she took my finger in her mouth and sucked my finger as if she was sucking my cock. She leaned forward to kiss my cock while licking my cock. I couldn't believe my MILF of a mother was kissing my naked cock while licking my cock.
Then, taking me in her mouth while staring up at me, she started sucking me as if she was a professional cocksucker. Continuing to stare up at me, my mother was blowing me while stroking me. Something that I never dreamed would ever happen, I couldn't believe she was giving me oral sex.
If only out of habit, I put a gentle hand to the back of my mother's, pretty head. I gently humped her mouth, and slowly fucked her face. Then, thinking fast, before she changed her mind about blowing me, holding her head in place, I humped her mouth faster. I humped her mouth harder. I needed to cum in my mother's mouth.
I was determined to cum in her beautiful mouth. Further, as soon as she released my stiff prick from her lips, I was determined to cum all over her pretty face and across her big, naked breasts. I couldn't wait to cum for my mother. I wanted to be the first man to give my mother her first cum bath.
Not taking very long, disappointed that I didn't last longer, catching her off-guard by the surprised look on her face, I exploded a huge load of cum in my mother's beautiful mouth. I attributed my cumming so fast was due to my mother's thick lips. She had beautiful, full lips of a fashion model who did lipstick commercials. She had blowjob lips. Instead of being thin lipped, she had the type of lips that I could really feel her sucking me.
Then, surprising her again, as soon as she released my prick from her lips, as I expected I would, I ejaculated a second load of cum all over her pretty face and across her big, naked breasts. I literally gave my MILF of a mother a cum bath. Dripping from her eyebrows, her lips, her nose, her chin, and her breasts, my mother had cum dripping from everywhere.
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"Oh, my God, Roger," she said while laughing and wiping cum from her face and her breasts with a hand towel that she kept by the bed. "Where did all that cum come from? Your father never had that much cum when he ejaculated all over my hand. After exploding a volcano of cum in my mouth, you ejaculated a second gush of cum all over my face, and across my naked tits," she said laughing while looking down at herself.
I stared down at her naked pussy. I couldn't believe that I was seeing my mother's naked cunt. I couldn't wait to lick her pussy while fingering her pussy. I couldn't wait to masturbate my mother. I couldn't wait to eat her. I couldn't wait to give her multiple, sexual orgasms with my fingers and with my tongue.
"Now that you've given oral sex, may I return the favor," I asked?
She laughed.
"I thought you'd never ask," she said. "Yes, you may. Please eat me. Please eat your mother's pussy, Roger," she said while laughing. "Make me cum. I need to cum. I want to feel you licking and fingering my wet, pussy."
I scooted down the bed and made myself comfortable between my mother's shapely legs. I licked her while fingering her and while reaching up to feel and fondle her naked breasts. I pulled, turned, and twisted her erect nipples while eating my mother. In the way it didn't take me long to cum, it didn't take her long to cum either. Humping my mouth with her hips, she had an explosive, sexual orgasm.
"Roger! Oh, my God, Roger, please don't stop. I'm cumming. Mommy is coming. Don't stop licking me. Don't stop fingering me. I'm cumming, Roger. I'm cumming," she said collapsing in the softness of her bed. "Eat me, Roger. Eat me. Eat my pussy. Eat your mother's cunt."
We rested while enjoying the afterglow of sex. Then, surprising me yet again, with her not nearly done having sex with my naked body, my mother mounted me. She reached down for my still erect prick to position it by her warm and wet pussy. Then, she inserted my erect cock in her warm, wet cunt.
My mother gently and lovingly humped me while I gently and lovingly humped her harder. Then, continuing to hump her faster and harder and humping her faster, our love making turned to fucking. Something that I had never expected to happen when volunteering to sleep with my mother, we were having sex. I was fucking her and she was fucking me. Now, ready for us to explore more of our sexuality, I couldn't wait to take her to the nude beach tomorrow.
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Sleeping with my Mother, Chapter 2
Roger takes his mother to a nude beach
We parked the car in the beach parking lot. Not expecting there to be that many cars, the nude beach was an out of the way place on the Cape Cod, National Seashore in Truro, Massachusetts. Yet, a good day for the beach, there were dozens of parked cars, coming and going, too many to count.
Naked people were everywhere. Naked people were continually streaming by us. Mostly old, fat men, and plenty of gay men, many had bodies that you'd never want to see naked. As I had expected, there were very few women.
As if she had never seen a naked prick before, a real, sexual treat for her, my mother ogled all the naked cocks. No doubt after a steady diet of my father's prick for the past 25-years, chances are, his cock was the only naked prick that she ever saw. Yet, with my mother already grabbing all of the sexual attention, she was a genuine diamond here. A real, naked beauty, as soon as we alighted from the car and walked the length of the beach, a pack of men followed her wherever she went.
Something that I've never done before, a first time for everything, I was nervous walking with my mother on a nude beach. What if someone we know saw us? Talk about awkward, what would I say? What if someone we know recognized us? How embarrassing would that be walking naked with my naked mother on a nude beach? What would I say when I met them later on the street?
'Yeah, that was my mother,' I imagined saying. 'We always go to a nude beach together. Pardon? Have I had sex with my mother? No, certainty not. What are you crazy? Don't be ridiculous. Just because I've seen my mother naked, I'd never have sex with her. That's wrong. That's nasty. That's incestuous. That's forbidden."
No doubt protesting too much, they'd know by reading my lying face that I've been having incestuous sex with my mother and she had been having forbidden sex with me, her son.
"We're, um, nudists. Yeah, that's it. We love getting naked together,' I imagined saying in my feeble defense.
Yet, if we saw someone we knew, working both ways, perhaps, they'd be embarrassed, too. A place where many gay men meet, maybe they're where they shouldn't be. Maybe, they're a closet, gay man checking out other gay men. Maybe they are just a pervert hoping to see naked women. Yet, other than my mother, there weren't many naked women on this beach. The morbidly obese women weren't worth seeing.
I saw one woman who was walking with her adult daughter. With the mother in her 40's and the daughter in her 20's, they looked like twins. Instead of getting naked, they were a sheer, white, bathing suit that left nothing to the imagination. I could clearly see the outline, the shape, and the size of their naked breasts. I could see their brown, trimmed pussies and their ass cracks. Seeing them in the sexy and revealing bathing suits was more sexually exciting than seeing them naked.
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"Let's undress in the car, shall we?" she asked. "Then, we can leave our valuables locked in the car and cover them beneath a blanket. All we need to take with us is a blanket, sunscreen, sunglasses, some water, and our naked selves," she said with a laugh.
A real erotic show, having never watched my mother undress, before I started stripping myself naked, not wanting to miss a thing, a rarity and a real sexual pleasure, I watched my mother undress. As if she was doing a striptease just for me, I watched her slowly and seductively unbutton her blouse and remove it. Sexually teasing me, while looking up at me, she unbuttoned one, slow button at a time while looking down to see what each unbuttoned button revealed before unbuttoning the next button and looking up at me again.
For someone who was a prude, today she was my sexual seductress. She was my MILF of a naked mother. Once her blouse was unbuttoned, she slowly removed it to show me her big, white, lacy, and low-cut, sexy brassiere. I stared at my mother's long line of sexy cleavage and I stared at her bra before having the sexual confidence to reach out to feel her bra clad breasts through her bra.
"Don't be shy," she said with a sexy laugh. "Feel my tits through my bra. Go ahead," she said puffing out her chest. "I know you want to touch me," she said. "I want you to feel my tits."
Encouraged by my mother, I felt one, bra clad breast before feeling the other, bra clad breast. Barely fitting in the palms of my hands, her breasts were so big. Her breasts were soft yet firm.
Then, surely something that I'll masturbate over for the rest of my life, I watched her unbutton and unzip her short skirt and remove that, too. I never thought that I'd be sitting in the front seat of my car with my mother in her bra and panties. If only my father was here, he'd be pleased with my mother's sexual transformation. Sexier than seeing a naked woman, I love seeing a woman, especially my mother, in her bra and panties.