Mom wants to experiment -1

I've always been close with my mother. But in recent years we kind of went our own way, with me going off to law school, and her eventually moving in with her fiance.

But in this past year, both of us faced an unexpected change which led to something that neither of could have ever predicted.

It started when my mother was laid off from her job as a university science professor due to California's budget cuts. Around that same time, she and her fiance agreed to mutually spit up. Some timing, eh? But at least it was an amicable break-up and there weren't any hard feelings whatsoever.

Thankfully she was able to land another teaching job fairly quickly, but the dilemma she faced was that she would have to move to another state. Looking for something new in life, she took that opportunity, and that's where things developed between us.

It was early in the morning when I showed up to help my mother pack her stuff. Her ex-fiance, Dave, was off at work and he didn't mind me being there with her.

We were in the living room, and in between putting her things in boxes and carrying her books for her, I picked up a picture frame of her running past the finish line during a marathon in San Francisco. It was something she liked to do annually for both personal achievement and charity awareness.

"Not bad for a 46 year old woman, eh?" she asked proudly when she saw me looking at it.

I also couldn't help but notice how pretty she looked at that moment, with her hair tied in a ponytail, her eyes shining bright, and a look of pride on her face. She was barefoot, wearing a simple outfit consisting of gray sweatpants and a white t-shirt.

"Not bad for any age. Seriously, I know I couldn't do it."

She smiled, "That's because you never try."

"Good point," I replied. "But even if I did, there's no way I could finish as early as you did. That's one heck of an accomplishment. You always did have a lot of heart ya know."

"Thank you. Have a seat. I want to show you some pictures."

I sat down on the couch and my mother turned around to rummage through a box, pulling out a photo album. She sat down next to me and opened it while it was on her lap.

"I managed to make the top twenty percentile of all the participants."

She pointed to a picture of her celebrating with her ex-fiance, and she was drenched in sweat with a big smile on her face.

"Jeez, I had no idea you were in such great shape," I said.

"Like you said, it takes a lot of heart, and it was worth it for charity. That was my last time running a marathon since it wears your body down, so I gave it my all. These days I mainly stick with pilates and yoga."

"Whatever works for you. But if you don't mind me asking, what happened between you and Dave? You two looked so happy together in this picture."

She sighed, "He really is a nice guy. In fact, he's a great guy. But at the end of the day, we're just two different people. If I want to watch science programs at night, he wants to watch reality tv. If I want to go hiking during the weekends, he wants to stay home and relax. And I suppose the fact that he works with attractive young models all day at the fashion agency doesn't help our relationship either."

"You mean he's cheated on you?"

"No, I didn't mean that. But it's hard to compete for attention with women who are literally half my age. You wouldn't understand," she said with an emotional tone.

I patted the back of her shoulder. "I do understand. And there are plenty of guys out there who actually prefer older women. I know I do."

"You do? That's news to me. I've only seen you with college coeds. Besides, it seems like all the younger guys who lust after mature women are only looking for that novelty one-night-stand. I've never had any interest in doing that."

"That's because you're a classy woman," I replied.

She gave me a look of appreciation. "So what's going on with your love life these days? Dating anyone new? Anything serious?"

"No...well...not exactly. We go to the same school and we're just keeping it casual. Nothing serious."

"So all that talk of you liking older women was just to make me feel better," she questioned.

"I actually meant what I said about that. Honestly. I've always admired the grace and class that older women carry. They're smarter and much more elegant. And I prefer the way they look over younger woman. You would be a perfect example of everything I just said. I think Dave is a real fool for letting you go and not giving you the attention you deserve."

She suddenly grabbed me by the neck with both hands, pulled me towards her just as she leaned forward, and give me a simple kiss on the lips. It only lasted a second.

"That's for being a real gentleman and making your mother feel special," she said as she let me go.

I paused for a moment to enjoy the feeling of her lips. "That felt...that felt nice mom."

"Why do I get the feeling you enjoyed that a little too much?" she asked playfully. "You're hooking up with a girl your own age and I'm sure she does a lot more than give you quick kisses on the lips."

"Sure she does. But...it's hard to explain. It just feels nice from you."

She looked over at the clock. "It's 9 am on a Friday morning. I'm leaving tomorrow and I won't be seeing you until at least a few months after. Have you got anything better to talk about?"

I paused for a moment. "I know I'm going to regret telling you this, but you've always been my ideal woman. Whenever I go out on a date with someone new, if she doesn't have your qualities, then I'm not interested. You've really set the standards for me. So to have a kiss from a woman like you is like a dream come true."

"I had no idea you felt that way," she said with a genuine tone. "I had always assumed you were like most boys who can't wait to get away from home. I mean, gosh, is this even normal?"

"I knew I shouldn't have mentioned that. Let's just get back to packing."

She put her hand on my leg for a moment to stop me. "No. I apologize if I came across as being judgmental. I'm not upset. But I am a little curious about this, that's all. My friends who are around my age tell me about how their children rarely ever call or visit them once they're out on their own."

"Yeah, well, I'm sure their kids don't have a mother that looks like you," I replied honestly.

"That's very sweet of you to say. Can I ask you a personal question?"

"Sure."

She took a deep breath, "I get the feeling that this is more than just about personality. Are you...have you ever been...attracted to me? How did it start?"

"Is this really necessary?"

"To me it is," she replied with complete sincerity. "My biggest regret these past few years is that we kind of drifted apart with you going off to law school and me moving in with my ex-fiance. I know I would deeply regret it if I moved to another state without getting to the bottom of how you truly feel about me."

I paused and thought for a second before replying, "It was a long long time ago. I came home after high school and you were asleep on the couch with your blouse slightly open. It was the first time I had ever seen a bare breast and I never forgot it. I tried catching glimpses of you over the years, and sometimes I was successful, and sometimes I wasn't. Since then you became the standard for what I look for in a woman, both physically and personality wise."

"I certainly wasn't expecting to hear that."

"I'm sure you weren't. I never thought I'd find myself explaining that to you."

She put a hand over her heart as an emotional gesture. "I'm actually very flattered by this. I'm flattered that you would think this way about me. I know it's strange and not exactly common, but I'm really touched."

"I'm just glad you haven't freaked out and sworn to never talk to me again," I joked. "You've always been such a cool and understanding mom. And I guess it hasn't really hit me yet that you'll be moving away."

"One foot in front of the other is what I like to say. We've all got to move on sometime. I love my life here. But I have a great job offer teaching science over there which pays well, along with having more students to work with. I also get to meet new people and experience a new environment."

"But won't you miss San Francisco and all it has to offer? You've lived in this area your whole life."

She smiled, "Of course I will. But like I said, new experiences. And let's not act like I have no other benefits from living there. I'll finally get to work on my tan all year round, among other things..."

"Among other things? You sound like you have something up your sleeve?"

"Not really," she replied with a coy and mischievous look.

"Wait a second, after everything I've told you, where I risked total humiliation, you're still keeping secrets from me? Come on, what 'other things' are you talking about?"

"You've always been too curious for your own good," she said with a smile. "To tell you the truth, I would get to enjoy roaming around my own home naked again. It's a hot climate there, and I see it as an extra perk that comes with a new job and a new state to live in."

"Oh..." I gasped. "I wasn't expecting to hear that."

"So it looks like both of us learned something new about each other this morning."

"You've got that right," I replied. "Dave is a real idiot for letting you go."

"I wouldn't use harsh language like that, but I felt more comfortable being naked and he didn't. That was another source of contention between us. It's not that he minded seeing me bare while I cooked or graded school papers, but rather he didn't want to join in which made things awkward. Most men are insecure with their bodies, which I think is really unfortunate."

A warm tingly feeling crept through my body and I started getting aroused.

"You cooked and graded school papers while you were naked?" I asked rhetorically. "You've officially become even more perfect in my book."

She laughed, "Thanks, I suppose. All my life I've always felt comfortable without the constraint of having to wear clothes. It gives me a sense of profound freedom. And I do my best thinking while undressed, which is why I like to grade school papers naked, not to mention writing articles for the school newspaper or online publications. If the scientific community only knew..."

"Yeah, I bet those nerds would have a serious nerdgasm knowing how you like to write. And I bet your classes would be packed with male students if they knew how their teacher liked to grade papers."

"Hey, those 'nerds' are my friends. And students only come to my class to learn. Got it, mister?"

"Got it. So when you're unpacking in your new place in Arizona, I take it you'll be doing it while unclothed right?"

"Gosh, you won't leave this alone, will you?" she replied. "And this whole time I thought we were having a mature and enlightening conversation."

"We are, but it's hard for me to overlook the fact that my beautiful mother is a secret nudist."

"Do you think it's any easier for me to overlook the fact that my son has an incest fetish? You don't hear me making wisecracks about that do you?"

I paused for a moment, "Good point. What an educational day."

She pressed her lips together and raised an eyebrow, thinking, wanting to say something important, but struggled to find the words.

"Look..." she said in a moment of candor. "This may sound a bit bizarre, but by your own admission, you have a certain interest in me, and I've just told you I have a thing for nudism, so why not make this a special day before I leave?"

"Are you suggesting what I think you're suggesting?" I asked nervously, with a hint of excitement.

She nodded. "Why don't we just get naked and get this whole thing over with? You won't have to spend the rest of your life wondering what I look like nude, and I finally get to experience the freedom of nudity with someone who I truly love and who appreciates what I have to offer. What do you say?"

"I say that sounds like a freaking awesome idea mom. Dave's probably gonna kill us if he finds out that we pranced around his house naked- but hey, it'll be worth it."

She chuckled, "Actually, I doubt that. Dave and I had some pretty personal conversations in bed together, and he made me swear that I would never tell another soul about this... but... well... he sort of... his mother and him... God, I really don't know where to start..."

"He fucked his own mother?"