Chapitre 1771: MOM & SON SEXY NUDE DAY SURPRISE
Already bored and sexually frustrated with his not very successful routine of trying to spy on his mother dressing and undressing, Robert needed a life. Even though the thoughts of seeing his mother topless and/or naked sexually excited him, he always felt like such a pervert trying to see what he shouldn't see of his mother. How dare he so disrespect her? She was his mother after all and not some slut. She deserved more respect and more privacy than he was giving her.
Devoted to her and sexually attracted to her, his sexual focus has been on his mother, always on his mother, for too long. With him routinely flashing her his cock and with her having seen his errant prick so very many times before, even flashing her his cock was started to wear thin. He wanted more. He wanted to see her topless. He wanted to see her naked. Naked, naked, naked, Robert wanted to see his mother naked. He needed to have sex with her. Sex, sex, sex, Robert wanted to have sex with his mother.
Yet, always horny, somehow and someway, he needed to take the next step with her to see if she felt the same sexual way about him that he felt about her. In the way that he wanted to sexually touch and feel his mother, he wanted his mother to touch and stroke him before sucking and fucking him. Only, she'd never do any of that. His mother wasn't a slut or a whore. His mother was a good, moral woman. Besides, riddled with guilt and shame for trying to force open the door of the incestuously forbidden, she was his mother and he was her son.
Without doubt, tired of masturbating himself for some much needed sexual release, he needed a girlfriend. Only not having a job and not having any money, he was stuck living at home with his mother. Even if he had money enough to date a woman, what kind of woman would want him when he told her that he still lived with his mother? Women would think of him as a weak Mama's boy, a man who couldn't live on his own without the help of his mother.
Besides, not giving up on them ever having a sexual relationship, encouragingly positive, his mother never complained when he flashed her his cock. A sexually exciting game that he enjoyed playing, with her always looking at what he was showing, seemingly she liked it when he exposed his cock to her. Removing the stigma of a mother and her son, maybe in the way that showing his mother his dangling prick made him feel like a man, seeing her son's cock made her feel like a woman. With his sexual attraction to her getting in the way of him seeing things clearly, he didn't know. All he knew was, just as he was always exposing his cock to her, she always looked at his exposed dick.
Perhaps, if she stopped looking, he'd stop flashing her. Perhaps if she showed anger instead of curiosity, he'd show shame, remorse, and embarrassment. Only, encouraged by her looks, he suspected that she enjoyed his flashes. Perhaps if she stopped walking around him, as if sexually teasing him, while wearing her short, low cut, sheer nightgowns, he'd stop flashing her. Perhaps, if she stopped parading around him in her low cut bra and sexy, bikini panties, he wouldn't feel horny enough to flash her his cock.
If she didn't want him flashing her, he'd think she'd tell him to wear underwear beneath his pajama bottoms. If she wasn't as interested in him flashing her as much as he was interested in flashing her, she wouldn't be looking every time his erect prick had emerged from his pee hole to say hi. Moreover, he assumed, her excuse to look longer, she always told him that he was so exposed while continuing to stare at his cock. He enjoyed her staring at his cock when she spoke to him as if he was being her naughty child.
"I see Robert Jr. came out to say hi," she'd say with a sexy laugh. Or she'd say, "Robert, fix yourself please."
In the way that he routinely flashed her his naked cock in exchange for seeing her bra clad breasts and panty clad pussy and ass, he wished she'd flash him more than her just underwear but she never did. If she flashed him her topless or naked body, with one thing leading to another, maybe their mutual flashing would lead to sex. Only, just as his mother would never flash him, she'd never have sex with him either. He had more luck with his mother showing him up skirt peeks of her panties and down blouse peeks of her bra than he ever had of seeing her topless and/or naked.
Even though she freely walks around him in her bra and panty, for some reason, it's more sexually arousing to see something he shouldn't see of her when she's sitting with her knees parted or bending over him while wearing a low cut top. Always looking at whatever she's inadvertently showing, he enjoys seeing her when she's walking around in her sexy, sheer nightgowns. From what he can see of her shapely naked body through her sheer nightgowns, she has shapely C cup breasts and a round, firm ass. When she's not walking around him in her sexy nightgown, she's walking around him in her sexy panty and bra.
His sexual fantasy come true, he'd love to see his mother topless. Topless, topless, topless, he'd wished he could see his mother topless. She has a great body and he can only imagine what she looks like topless and/or naked. He'd love to see his mother naked. Naked, naked, naked, he can only imagine what his mother looks like naked.
Then, she received a phone call from her latest boyfriend that changed both of their lives forever. If only he knew then what he knows now, he'd be looking at his mother much differently. If only he knew then what he knows now, he'd be having sex with his mother instead of staying home alone while she's out on a Nude Day cruise. Little did he know that the one phone call she received from her boyfriend would affect his life as much as it would affect her life too.
Little did he know that his mother is a cock sucking, cum slut who has had cum baths. If only he knew his mother is a gangbang whore who participated in sexual orgies with groups of men, he would have been more sexually aggressive with her and sexually demanding of her. Definitely, he would have made his move by making a sexual pass at her. Still, nonetheless her sexual past and sexual present, her having sex with a multitude of men doesn't mean that she'd have incestuous sex with him. Yet, in hindsight, forever together, little did he know that it would only be a matter of time before he'd be sexually intimate with his mother.
* * * * *
He remembered the details of the phone call as if it just happened now instead of several hours before. As soon as his mother answered the phone, she closed her bedroom door. Something she never does, her bedroom door is always wide open. Strange for her to close her bedroom door, she never closes her bedroom door.
Something she never does unless she's naked and/or when masturbating herself, he imagined, as he's never seen her masturbating or heard her masturbating but he imagines that she closes her bedroom door when she's masturbating, if she does masturbate. Everyone masturbates, right? Surely, unless she's having enough sex that she doesn't have the need to sexually self-abuse herself, even his mother must feel the need to masturbate herself. It sexually excited him to think of his mother masturbating herself. Wishing he knew when she was touching herself in that sexual way, he'd love to offer her his hand, his tongue, and/or his cock.
Anyway, she never closes her bedroom door unless she's naked or hiding something, such as wrapping Christmas gifts and birthday gifts or in this case having a personal, private phone conversation. She even allows him to lounge in bed with her to watch TV late at night or early in the morning. Always trying to see whatever he can of her while in bed with her, a down nightgown or an up nightgown, with her always modestly covered by a sheet, he hasn't been very lucky in that regard.
As long as she's wearing her panty and bra, she even allows him to watch her getting changed. How many mothers parade around their grown sons in their panties and bras? How many mothers allow their grown sons to watch them get dressed and undressed? He's never seen her topless or naked but with him seeing her in her underwear, he can clearly imagine her topless and naked while masturbating himself night and day.
With her giving him plenty of masturbation fodder by allowing him to see her in her underwear, he should be sexually satisfied with that but he's not. He wants more. Not only does he wish that he could see his mother topless and/or naked but also he wishes he could have sex with her topless and/or naked body. If only he could, he would. If only she would, he would.
"Come in Robert. It isn't like I'm naked. I'm in my panty and bra. You've seen more of my body when I'm wearing my barely there bikini than you can when I'm in my underwear," she always said while laughing.
She's right. Her bikinis leave little to the imagination. He loved seeing his MILF of a mother in her sexy bikini. Yet, in the way she was always around him in her sexy nightgowns or sexy underwear, he couldn't help but wonder if she was teasing him while waiting for him to make a sexual move on her. Maybe she's hoping he'd make the first, sexual move. Seriously, what mother freely and routinely walks around her horny, testosterone filled son in her sexy panty and bra?
Then, again, in the way that many sons would love to have sex with their mothers, how many mothers would really want to have sex with their sons? Surely, there are many more sons who'd want to have sex with their mother than there are mothers who'd want to have sex with their sons. Even though he sexually fantasizes about seeing his mother topless and/or naked and routinely masturbates over having sex with her, his mother would never allow him to see her topless and/or naked. His mother would never have sex with him.
Wishing she'd walk around him topless and/or naked, whether she was in her nightgown, her bra and panty, or in her barely there bikini, it was all masturbation material to him. He especially loved watching her parading around in front of him in her bikini panties and low cut bras. He loved masturbating over the thoughts of her topless or naked while having sex with him. With him seeing not nearly enough, he wished he could touch and feel his mother's magnificent body while holding her and kissing her.
Only, oblivious to the sexual games that women play, he could never figure out if she was deliberately, sexually teasing him or if she was just comfortable walking around him in her sheer nightgowns, panty and bra, and barely there bikinis. With him being her son and she being his mother, maybe she trusted him enough not to make a sexual pass at her. With him never making a sexual pass at her, other than occasionally flashing her his prick, no doubt, not willing to risk it, she'd stop her sexy lingerie show if ever he showed his real sexual, incestuous interest in her. Not wanting to ruin the free show of seeing his mother in her sexy nightgowns and lingerie, he tried his best not to stare, leer, and ogle her nearly naked body. Only, as soon as she left for work, he'd be in his room masturbating over all that he saw of her and all that he imagined seeing of her while imagining having sex with her topless and/or naked body.
If only she knew how much he was sexually attracted to her, no doubt, she'd start wearing a bathrobe over her panty and bra around the house. If only she knew he wanted to have sex with her, she'd ask him to leave her house and find other living arrangements. If only she knew he masturbated over seeing her in her panty and bra and/or in her sheer, sexy nightgowns, she'd take him to the doctor to have his head examined. If only she knew how much he sexually lusted over her and masturbated over her, she'd have him committed.
"Eww, Robert, put it away. I can't believe you're masturbating again. You need a hobby. You need a girlfriend. You need a job," she'd say whenever walking in his room unannounced and without knocking and catching him masturbating.
He only wished he had the nerve to open her closed, bedroom door when he knew she was naked and dressing or undressing. He only wished he could catch his mother as nakedly indisposed with her fingers in her pussy as she always managed to catch him as nakedly indisposed with his hand around his cock. Yet, mostly as planned, he couldn't count how many times he purposely arranged for his mother to catch him masturbating. Even though she always looks before leaving, she's never seen him cum. Just once, he'd love for her to catch him ejaculating a huge, warm, oozy load all over his chest. Just once, he'd love to see the look on her face when seeing him cumming over the thoughts of having sex with her naked body.
Yet, as soon as she closed her bedroom door, knowing her phone conversation would be personally private and hopefully sexually revealing, he got up from the couch to stand by her bedroom door to listen. With him always wondering about her personal, private sexual life, the only way to find out if she was having sex and with whom she was having sex with was to eavesdrop on her. Hoping to hear all the sexy, sexual details, he pressed his ear to her bedroom door to listen. He always wondered if his mother sucked cock. Maybe now he'd find out if she did or not.
* * * * *
"Seriously? A cruise? Wow! No way. For Nude Day? National Nude Day? I never knew there was such a holiday," said Donna, Robert's mother.
Robert stood outside his mother's closed, bedroom door eavesdropping on her telephone conversation that she was having with her new boyfriend, Stephen.
"When is National Nude Day? I don't even know. Tuesday? July 14? Oh. I didn't know that. I'm embarrassed to admit that I've never celebrated Nude Day," said Donna with a laugh.
With his mother making reference to Nude Day to her boyfriend over the phone, he couldn't help himself from imagining her naked. Topless, topless, topless, wishing he could see her tits, he'd love nothing better than to see his mother topless unless he could see her naked. Naked, naked, naked, wishing he could see her ass and her pussy, he'd love to see his mother naked.
Even though she parades around him in her sheer, sexy nightgowns without the modesty of wearing a bathrobe and is not embarrassed for him to see her in her panty and bra, he's never seen her naked. He's never even seen her topless. The best he could do is to imagine her topless and/or naked while masturbating. With her having a great body for a woman her age, he'd love nothing better than to see her topless and/or naked.
If only she'd ask him for a massage when she was naked but for a small, hand towel draped across her butt, he enjoyed masturbating himself while imagining kneading her beautiful body with his horny hands. He'd love nothing more than to massage her beautiful ass and her naked breasts. If only she'd call him to kill a spider while she was sitting in the bathtub naked, he'd burst open her bathroom door. If only he had the nerve to barge in her bedroom when she was naked or barge in her bathroom while she was doing her hair topless, he'd have masturbation material for the rest of his life.
Only, she never asked him for a massage. She wasn't afraid to kill her own spiders. And he'd never invade his mother's privacy by barging in her bedroom and/or bathroom in the way that she's invading his privacy by opening his bedroom door without knocking and catching him masturbating. Now, unable to control himself, desperate to have sex with her, he's invading her privacy by listening to her personal, private telephone conversation by pressing his ear against her bedroom door. Hoping to hear something he could use to seduce her, he needed to know if there was a real, sexual woman behind the façade of his mother.
"I didn't even know that Nude Day was a National holiday. I should ask my union rep about making National Nude Day a paid holiday," she said with a laugh. "Only, if they had a company outing on that day, I wouldn't want to see any of my co-workers naked," she said with another laugh. "Most of them have bad bodies."
Always looking forward to that naked celebration, with his mother going away for the weekend, he forgot that Tuesday was National Nude Day. Too preoccupied with trying to see his mother in all manners of undress, he couldn't believe that Tuesday was the Nude Day holiday, one of the most important days in his year. Last year he watched the PETA women, People for the Ethical Treatment of Animals, models mostly, posing for television news cameras while demonstrating in front of a furrier. Typically, being that it's Nude Day, they wear nothing but billboard signs with the sides of their naked bodies visibly exposed to onlookers, gawkers, and perverts like him.
There were a few women in the park who removed their tops and bras in celebration of Nude Day and in protest of the nudity laws. Being that it was Nude Day, unless someone complained of a woman walking around naked and/or a man flashing women his cock, no one was arrested for removing their shirt and bra and having a quiet Nude Day celebration with friends on a picnic blanket. For the most part, coming and going without incident, Nude Day was a day for exhibitionists and voyeurs. With most Americans usually leaving the nudity behind closed doors, Nude Day was a day that some daring partygoers celebrated in public.
"I can't get off from work Tuesday," she said. "Sorry. Today is the last day of my vacation. I'm working Tuesday. Oh, even though the cruise is in celebration of Nude Day, it's not actually on Nude Day? That's weird," she said with a laugh while sounding puzzled. "Then, when is the cruise? Today? You're kidding."
In the premature celebration of Nude Day, Robert suddenly imagine his mother sunning her naked body aboard a boat with a bunch of other naked people.
"God, I haven't worn my bikini since last year. I've gained a couple of pounds and I don't know if my bikini will still fit," she said. "Don't worry? I won't need a bikini? That's true. I'll be naked," she said with a sexy, albeit nervous laugh.
The image of his mother naked filled his mind with incestuous lust for her. He'd do anything to see her aboard that boat without her clothes. He'd do anything to see his mother naked. He only wished he was invited to take the cruise with her. Only, how would that look, a naked mother with her naked son?
"Gees, I don't know Stephen. It's such short notice," Donna said laughing while talking to her latest boyfriend on the phone. "Oh, you didn't know if you were going to get the boat or not? I see. Sure, actually that sounds like fun. Yeah, okay. I'd love to go on a Nude Day cruise," she said.
Sexually attracted to his Mom, Robert loved his mother, an understatement. As much as he really loved his mother, he'd love to show her how much he loved her by making love to her. Always curious what she was talking about whenever she felt the need to close her bedroom door when on the phone, he always eavesdropped on his mother's personal, private phone conversations. With him having no life, bored, and with nothing else to do but to lounge around the house masturbating, with that no excuse for him to listen, he loved his mother's voice.
She had one of those melodious voices. The perfect voice for phone sex, she had a sweet sounding, sexy voice. He loved his mother's laugh. She had a melodious laugh too that was so full of life and joy. Between her voice and her laugh, she always sounded so sexy. Whenever he found a woman to love, he'd want a woman who looked, talked, and laughed just like his mother.
Where some sons must have their arms twisted to call their mothers, he loved talking to his mother on the phone. She had such a sultry, sexy, sensuous voice. Unbeknownst to her, he's even masturbated to the sound of her voice when she's called him from work. If only she knew he was jerking off to her talking to him, she'd be surprised. She'd be upset. In the way she thought his father was perversely twisted for cheating on her with a younger woman, she'd really think he was perversely twisted and would take him to have his head examined.After watching one of his favorite movies, in the way he's so consumed by having sex with his mother, sometimes he thinks of himself as a reincarnation of Alex from Clockwork Orange. Sometimes he wonders, in the way that Alex had shock therapy by watching nature videos and given a shock when watching violent, porn videos, if that kind of shock therapy would help him from having salacious, sexual thoughts of having sex with his mother. He wondered, if every time he had an incestuous thought, if there was a way that he could give himself an electrical shock for him to not only stop the thought but also for him to think of something else. Only, knowing himself in the way that he did, the sudden charge of electricity surging through his body would probably give him an erection.
'More! Give me more! Up the voltage. I'm going to cum,' he imagined saying.
If only she knew her son was a pervert for being sexually attracted to his mother and for masturbating over her mere, motherly voice while talking to her on the phone, she'd probably encourage him to have his head examined at the free clinic. With him always feeling perverted and perversely guilty when masturbating over his mother, maybe he should have some sort of psychological therapy to stop himself from sexually thinking of his mother. Sometimes, when he's horny and in the mood to masturbate, he doesn't answer the phone so that she'll leave a message for him to play over and again while masturbating to the sound of her sexy voice.
With her always longwinded and with her having such a sexy voice and laugh, she always left him a long message. He'd masturbate to whatever his mother said on the voice recorder while imagining her saying something else and something more sexual. Even if she was giving him instructions to do chores around the house or giving him a shopping list for the market, he'd masturbate over those things as if she was giving him sexually explicit pillow talk.
"Hi Robert. I'm Dr. Childs," Robert imagined the doctor saying when going for psychological therapy and meeting his therapist for the first time. "How can I help you?"
No sense beating around the bush. Knowing a trained professional would soon uncover the real truth anyway and the reason why he was there, he imagined swallowing his embarrassment and blurting out his undiagnosed problem.
"I've been sexually attracted to my Mom for years and it came to a head on the weekend before Nude Day when..."
The doctor stopped taking notes to look up at his patient.
"I see. Tell me more about your mother," he imagined the doctor saying with pen poised on his notepad.
As soon as the doctor asked him to tell him more about his mother, he imagined his mother topless. He imagined his mother naked. He imagined having sex with his mother's topless and/or naked body.
"Well, she's tall, blonde, busty, and beautiful," he imagined saying.
The doctor quickly scribbled his notes.
"And you have sexual fantasies of seeing her naked while having sex with her naked body, is that it?"
As soon as the doctor said that and asked him that question, Robert imagined seeing his mother naked and having sex with her naked body again. Only this time, his sexual fantasy seemed realer.
"Oh, God yes," said Robert happy that the doctor was already on the same page as him.
* * * * *
Even though he was possessively jealous that she'd no doubt be having sex with a man while naked on his boat, Robert liked the fact that his mother was planning something for Nude Day, of all days. Other than going out on an occasional dinnerdate or to see a movie, with her leaving for work early and coming home from work late, she works too hard. Except to go to work, always home, she seldom leaves the house but to walk the dog, to run errands, and to go food shopping. With him not working and them having a one income family, she's always trying to make ends meet by working overtime whenever overtime is available. By helping her with the housework, household chores, and the food shopping, that allows her to work more overtime to make extra money.
Now with her going somewhere for the weekend, a Nude Day cruise, he'd love to have the house to himself for once. The imagined image of her onboard a boat naked, sunning herself, and drinking, held his mind hostage and he couldn't think of anything else but his naked mother. He couldn't wait to masturbate over the imagined image of his naked mother parading around men she just met. Naked, naked, naked, his mother would be naked on a boat with other naked people.
Maybe she'll come home with some pictures of her naked party that he could sneak in her bedroom to see when she's not home. He'd love to masturbate over naked photos of her. He knew all of her secret, hiding spots. Definitely, as soon as she left for her Nude Day holiday, he'll be masturbating over all that he imagined she'd be doing aboard a boat while naked.
"Sure. I'd love to go. Naked?" She laughed a nervous laugh. "No, um, that's not a problem for me. I don't mind getting naked. Only will other people be there too?" Suddenly, she sounded nervous. "How many? Twelve? All men or will there be women too," she said with another nervous laugh.
She paused while obviously listening to him talking before talking again.
"Because if it's all men like the last cruise you took me on, then I'm not interested," she said pausing. "Six couples? That's good," she said falling silent no doubt giving her boyfriend a chance to speak.
"Is everyone going to be naked too? If everyone else is naked, then I don't mind getting naked. Walking around naked is not a problem for me as long as everyone else is naked too," she fell silent again obviously to allow her boyfriend to respond.
With her saying aha, yes, or okay, he could hear her agreeing to whatever he was saying.
"Only, with me the star attraction, it's not going to be an orgy like it was the last time, is it? If it's going to be another orgy, then I won't go. Sorry but I wasn't comfortable with men I didn't even know groping me and trying to stick their cocks in my hand, in my mouth, in my pussy, and in my ass," she said with a dirty laugh.
'Holy shit. His mother was the star attraction in an orgy? No way,' he thought while not believing all that he was hearing. Things he never knew about his mother, he was discovering now.
She paused while listening on the other end. Robert wished he could hear what her boyfriend was saying in response to that. Wishing he could hear more of what his mother did at that orgy, he wished he could be privy to both sides of the telephone conversation.
"I know but with me being so drunk, I still can't believe that I gave three men I didn't even know blowjobs," she said whispering. "With them giving me quite the cum bath, I awakened the next morning covered in cum," she said laughing. "And I can't believe you videotaped the whole thing. Had I not watched the video, I never would have believe it," she said before falling silent while he was obviously talk. "Indeed, I was quite the cock sucking whore aboard that boat."
Damn, now that's one video he'd love to watch. He wondered if his mother has a copy of that video hidden in her room somewhere. He'd love nothing better than to see his mother naked while having sex with six men. He'd love nothing better than watching his mother giving someone a blowjob.
"Ha, ha, very funny. Yet, it wasn't funny at the time but I can see the ridiculous of it now. Yes, I know I wasn't forced to suck anyone but I was drunk and you took advantage of me in the way that other men took sexual advantage of me at a frat party in college," said his mother.
'What? His mother was taken sexual advantage of at a frat party?' Stunned by this new revelation, he never knew his mother had such a sexual past.
"You'd think I'd know better by now than to go off on a cruise with six, horny men," she said with a sad, little laugh. "Only, I don't want to go through another gangbang again. If I'm going to have sex, I want to pick my partner and I'd rather my sexual partner just be you and not all of your friends too."
'An orgy? A cum bath? A gangbang? This all happened to her before too, more than twenty years ago when she was in college? Oh, my God. Forget about her going on a Nude Day cruise, his mother was involved in an orgy. His mother had gangbang sex. His mother blew at least three men? Holy shit. His mother sucks cock. His mother is a cum slut. His mother is a cock sucking whore.'
Not wanting to miss a single word, Robert pressed his ear harder against her bedroom door.
"I don't want to be expected to suck some strange man while he thinks he'll be having sex with me," she said whispering loud enough for him to hear what she was saying. "Okay then. Sure. As long as they'll be other naked women onboard and as long as I'm not going to be the sexual star in a gangbang again, yeah, I'll go," she said. "Okay. I'll meet you at the pier at noon. Goodbye Stephen."
When he heard her finish her phone conversation with her boyfriend, not wanting her to catch him standing there listening, he ran to sit in the living room. Quickly he turned on the TV and pretended he was watching...a cooking show? What the fuck? He changed the channel to the sports channel just as his mother emerged from the bedroom.Always hot for his mother before, after overhearing about some of her sexual exploits she's had, namely orgies, gangbangs, and cum baths, he was reeling with sexual desire for her now. Damn, never thinking of his mother having sex with multiple partners at a party, his mother had an orgy. Never thinking of his mother pulling a train, she had a gangbang. Never thinking that his mother even sucked cock, she had a cum bath. She blew three men she didn't even know and had just met.
'Damn!'
He couldn't believe all that he just overheard while eavesdropping on her private, personal phone conversation. Always thinking of his mother as a good, moral woman of high morals and impeccable character, now he thought of her as a sexy slut and a MILF of a whore. Now that he knows his mother is a slut, perhaps he'll have an easier time of seducing her. He'd love nothing more than to see her naked while having sex with her naked body.
Filled with the imagery of all that she discussed on the phone, he imagined his mother at an orgy and stripped naked in college before pulling a train at some frat dorm when she was drunk. He imagined his mother on her knees while sucking off three men she didn't even know when on a cruise with her so called boyfriend. He imagined men standing over his drunken mother with their cocks out and masturbating while giving her face and naked tits a cum bath while her boyfriend videotaped the whole lurid thing. Never knowing his mother had such a sexual past, he couldn't wait to masturbate over all of this newfound, sexual information.
'Oh, my God. My Mom is so hot.'
His mother sucks cock. His mother is a cum slut. His mother is a whore. After having eavesdropped on her insightful and sexually revealing telephone conversation, he saw his mother in a whole, new light now. With her no longer the virtuous mother, she was just another whore.
Nonetheless her sexual status changing from mother to whore, topless, topless, topless, he'd love nothing more than to see his mother topless. Naked, naked, naked, he'd love nothing more than to see his mother naked. He'd love nothing more than to have sex with his slut of a mother. He could only imagine the pillow talk that they could have with her telling him about all of her sexual experiences with other men. Maybe the reason why his father divorced his mother was because she was a slut and was cheating on him in the way that his father always cheated on his mother.
The imagined image of his mother topless and on her knees while he felt her tits and fingered her nipples and while she stared up at him with his prick in her mouth made him so horny. A longtime sexual fantasy, now that he knows his mother sucks cock, maybe she'll suck his cock too. He'd love nothing more than to cum in his mother's mouth and watch her swallow his cum. Tempted to run to the bathroom and jerkoff while imagining his mother blowing him, if his mother wasn't home, he'd masturbate right here in the living room and right now while sitting in her precious, red, leather recliner.
Now that he knows she's a whore, when she's in the bathroom showering, he's tempted to open her shower door to see her naked. Allowing his imagination to run wild and his incestuous, sexual lust to get the better of him, he'd loved to push her naked body up against her shower wall and have sex with her. Suddenly feeling so horny, now when she's in her bedroom behind her closed bedroom door dressing or undressing, he's tempted to barge in her bedroom in the way she barges in his bedroom with his laundry. He'd love to catch her standing there topless and/or naked. He'd love to push her back on her bed and have his wicked, sexual way with her.
With no son thinking that their mother sucks cock, he always wondered if she ever gave his father or anyone a blowjob. Now that he knows his mother is a cock sucking, cum slut of a whore, he'd love nothing more than for his mother to give him a blowjob too. He'd love nothing more than to cum in her mouth and watch her swallow. He'd love nothing more than to give his mother a cum bath too. He'd love nothing more than to make love to her before fucking her, really fucking her hard and pounding her pussy until she had an orgasm. Wanting to make her his sexy bitch, he'd love to watch her and see her have an orgasm.
'Oh, my God. Oops, sorry Mom. I ejaculated cum all over your face and all over your tits,' he imagined saying.
He imagined jerking off while standing over his mother as she lay on the couch or in her bed sleeping. He imagined cumming all over her face, her hair, her tits, and inside of her opened mouth. He imagined her waking up with him standing over her with his erect cock in hand.
'That's okay, Robert," he imagined her saying. "Semen is good for my skin,' he imagined her suddenly awakening and opening her eyes while rubbing his sperm all over her face before rubbing his cum all over her bare breasts. 'And the protein is good for me too,' he imagined her saying as she licked her fingers and swallowed big gobs of his cum.
Now with him thinking of his mother fucking and sucking a multitude of men at a sexual orgy, she just gave him lots to masturbate about later after she leaves for her Nude Day cruise. With only a few more hours to go before noon, Robert counted down the hours until his mother left for the weekend while waiting for her to go on her Nude Day cruise. With it already past 9am, she'd probably leave a little after 11am to get to the pier for her to meet her boyfriend at noon.
"Robert?"
Without the modesty of donning a bathrobe, she walked in the living room wearing just her sheer, thin, sexy nightgown with nothing underneath. He loved seeing her in her practically see-through nightgowns. He'd love nothing more than to take her in his arms and kiss her, French kiss her, while feeling her breasts and ass through her nightgown. Now that he knows she's a slut, imagining her not stopping him, he imagined pulling her nightgown over her head and stripping her naked before bending her over the couch to fuck her. For the sake that he was her son and their sex would be deemed incestuous, he imagined his mother feebly protesting while he had his wild, sexual way with her naked body. Taking her from behind, he imagined sticking his hard, erect cock in his mother's cunt while feeling her breasts and fingering her nipples.
With her standing before him now and with his mind reeling with all that he'd sexually like to do to his mother, he looked at her with a newfound sexual lust. His eyes darted down from the impressions her big nipples made through the thin material of her nightgown to the blonde, trimmed patch of pubic hair that he imagined seeing. Tall, blonde, and busty with blue eyes, she was so very pretty. With not a wrinkle on her beautiful face, she looked 30-something instead of 40-something.
No one would ever guess or even believe that she has a 22-year-old son. Perhaps, her secret skin regimen, her skin looks so young because of all the cum baths she'd had in her life. Who knows? Maybe she keeps a jar of cum on her bureau and uses it to rub on her face each night and each morning.
Trying not to catch him staring, he watched her standing in front of the big bay windows. As if she was an angel who had just been delivered to him from Heaven, the morning light that shined through her sheer nightgown, made her appear not only angelic but also naked. Naked, naked, naked, with the glorious view he had of her shapely body, he didn't have a difficult time imagining her naked. In the sexy way she looked, how could he not be sexually attracted to her?
Even though she's his mother and he's her son, in the sexy, sensuous way she looked, there'd have to be more psychologically wrong with him if he wasn't sexually attracted to her. Now that he knows she sucks cock, has had cum baths, gangbangs, and sexual orgies, in his perversely perverted mind she's a virtual sex Goddess. Now that he knows his mother is a sexual being, sucks cock, and seemingly as horny as he is, hopefully, she'll be easier for him to see her topless, naked, and/or to get her in bed.
"Yes Mom?"
He slouched back down on the couch and looked up at her and smiled while trying not to stare at the huge impressions her nipples made in her nightgown. Imagining her leaning over him topless, he so wanted to reach up and touch and feel her big breasts through her nightgown. He so wanted to finger the impressions of her big nipples through her nightgown. He so wanted to lean his head forward and suck her nipples through the thin material of her nightgown. Now that he knows she's a cock sucking whore, he so wanted to reach beneath her nightgown and finger her pussy. Only, with him having more respect for his mother than that, he didn't do any of those things.
"Do you have any plans for this weekend?"
She looked down at him and returned his smile. From where she was standing in front of him and from the low vantage point he had resting on the couch, he could nearly see up her short nightgown. She had beautiful shapely thighs and he'd love nothing more than to plant his face between her legs while fingering her and licking her pussy. In the way that he was always exposing his cock to her, he wished she'd expose her pussy to him. Forcing the issue, he was so tempted to lift the front of her nightgown up to expose her naked pussy to him. Only, he didn't want to ruin the close mother and son relationship that they enjoyed. Rather taking it slow, now that he knows she's a slut, somehow and some way, he'll use that knowledge against her.
"This weekend? No Mom. I don't have any plans," he said suddenly sad that he didn't go anywhere and do anything because he didn't have any money.
He needed a job. He need to earn some money so that he could buy a car, get his own place, and find a girlfriend instead of spending his days incestuously lusting over his mother.
* * * * *
Just once, he'd love to meet up with his friends, stay out all night, and party. Just once, he'd love to pick up a woman who reminded him of his mother and have wild sex with her while pretending that she was his mother. Only with his luck, while imagining that he was having sex with his mother, instead of calling the woman by her name, he'd probably call the woman Donna, his mother's name. He could only imagine how angry the woman would be if he called her by another woman's name while his cock was buried deep inside of her.
'Donna? Who's Donna?" He imagined her shooting him a look while pushing him off and out of her. "Is that you wife?'
He imagined her shooting him an angry look.
'No, I'm not married,' he imagined replying.
He imagined giving her an assuring, albeit embarrassed smile. Not dropping the issue, he imagined the woman interrogating him.
'Is Donna you're girlfriend?'
He imagined her giving him a jealous look.
'No. Don't worry. I don't have a girlfriend either,' he imagined responding.
He looked at her with reverence as if he was a holy man about to anoint her with not holy water but with his semen.
'Then, who's Donna?'
He imagined her looking at him with a face full of curiosity while he looked at her with sexual excitement.
'Um, if you must know, Donna is my Mom.'
Now that he confessed that he was an incestuous pervert by imagining having sex with is mother while having sex with her, he looked at her with a face full of shame, guilt, and remorse.
'Eww, gross. You imagine you're mother while having sex with me? Eww, gross,' he imagined her pushing him away. 'Get off of me and get out of my apartment. Beat it! Scram. Get lost,' he imagined her pushing him out her door while he's not even fully dressed.
With her looking like and sounding so much like his mother, even when she rejected him, he felt as if it was his mother rejecting him.
'Sorry but you look just like my Mom and you sound like her too,' he imagined saying while putting his foot in her door as she continually tried closing it. 'If you don't mind, I'd really like to have sex with you while pretending you're my mom.'
He gave her a lustful albeit pitiful look, the same way he routinely looks at his mother.
'Get out! Go! Just leave,' he imagined his date not going as planned as she slammed shut her door and locked it.
'May I see you again? I'll call you,' he imagined saying.
'Fuck off,' he imagined hearing her say.
Well, that went well, even if it never happened. Now he knows never to call a woman by another woman's name, especially when that other woman is his mother.
* * * * *
"That's good that you don't have any plans. You're a lifesaver," she said.
Returning from his sexual fantasy to respond to his mother, he looked up at her with love and lust.
"Why?"
Playing Mickey the Dunce, he knew why she had asked him if he had any plans. As if asking him his permission to go away for the weekend, she looked nervous. Suddenly, instead of feeling like her son, he felt more like her husband or her father. Having already heard her making plans on the phone with her boyfriend, he knew what she was going to ask him. She wanted him to take care of her dog. He loved her dog. She didn't even have to ask him to do that. He always took care of the dog while she was working.
Attached to her dog, a Rat terrier named Polo, she even had him put him on the phone. If it wasn't for her dog, he'd be more bored than he is now. If it wasn't for her dog, his best friend, his only friend, he'd have no friends. If it wasn't for having to walk her dog, staying in the house like a hermit, he'd never venture outside.
"With this the last day of my vacation, I'm going away for the weekend and I'll need you to feed, water, and walk the dog," she said.
Unable to stop his incestuous imagination that inspired his horniness and his sexual desire for her, suddenly he imagined his mother naked with a dozen other naked people on a Nude Day cruise. Suddenly he imagined himself up in a low flying helicopter with a super zoom lens photographing his naked mother laying in the sun on her back as if he was a Paparazzi cameraman. Suddenly, he imagined his mother having a sexual orgy that turned into a gangbang. Suddenly, he imagined his mother on her knees while stroking and sucking six men in a circle jerk. Suddenly he imagined six men masturbating while standing over her naked body and giving her a cum bath.
"Sure. No problem Mom. Don't worry about the dog," he said giving her a smile while imagining her without her clothes. "I love Polo as if he was my own dog," he said rubbing the dog's head who was on the couch resting beside him.
Now that he knows she's a whore, something he so wanted to do, he was so tempted to stand up and pull her nightgown over her head and off. Something he'd only do in his sexual fantasy of her, he wished he had the unprecedented gall to do that. Maybe with him doing her a favor, she'll do him a favor later when she returns home from her Nude Day weekend. Yet, now that he knows she's a cum slut, he was so tempted to barge in her bathroom while she was showering or barge in her bedroom while she was dressing.
"Thank you," she said leaning down to give him a peck on his lips while giving him a down nightgown view of the tops of her naked breasts and her long, line of sexy cleavage.
'God, I just love my mother's tits,' he thought to himself while enjoying the down nightgown view.
He was so tempted to hold her nightgown top open and to stick his horny hand inside to touch her tits, feel her tits, and fondle her tits while fingering her nipples. Knowing all that he knows about his mother now, he wondered if she'd stop him or encourage him. He wondered if he made the first sexual mood, if she'd stay home and celebrate the Nude Day weekend with him naked. Only, not wanting to take the chance that she'd rebuff him, he didn't want to ruin his mother's Nude Day weekend by making a sexual pass at her. Maybe later, when she comes home from her Nude Day weekend of having sex with six men, after a couple of glasses of wine, she may more welcome his sexual advances.
"Where are you going?"
Again, a sexual fantasy that he was unable to remove from his mind and an erotic fantasy that he couldn't wait to masturbate over, he imagined his mother having orgy like sex with a half dozen men, maybe even pulling a train and being gangbanged. In the sexy way his mother looks, he imagined her definitely getting another cum bath. What man wouldn't want to cum in her mouth before cumming all over her face and all over her tits? With him imagining her blowing one man after another, he couldn't wait to masturbate over all that he imagined after overhearing her talking about her sexual escapades on the phone. Already sexually excited, he was starting to get an erection. Already sexually aroused, he wished his mother would give him a blowjob or at least a hand job before she left for her long weekend of Nude Day naked festivities.
'Just in case I don't come back Robert,' he imagined her saying. 'Just in case something happens to me aboard the boat,' he imagined her saying. 'Just in case I fall overboard and a shark eats me, my way of giving you a memory of me to remember forever, would you mind terribly if I blew you?'
With stars in his eyes and incestuous lust on his mind, he looked at her as if she had really asked him that question.
'Sure Mom. I don't mind you blowing me at all,' he imagined saying to her. 'Matter of fact, I'd love for you to suck my cock. If you don't mind, may I cum in your mouth too?'
He imagined her smiling while getting down on her knees.
'Of course, you may cum in my mouth," he imagined her saying with a sexy laugh. 'It wouldn't be much of a blowjob if you didn't cum in my mouth.'
He imagined his mother stroking him and sucking him while cumming in her mouth.
'And will you swallow my cum too?'
He'd love nothing more than put a hand behind his mother's blonde, pretty head and watch her swallow his cum.
'Duh?' He imagined her laughing. 'Of course I'll swallow you. What else am I supposed to do with a mouthful of cum?'
'Thanks for the memory Mom,' he imagined saying while she's on her knees and stroking his cock before sucking his prick.
Now that he knows his mother sucks cock, he imagined his mother on her knees with his hard, hairy cock in her mouth while staring up at him with her big, beautiful, blue eyes. Now that he knows his mother sucks cock, had orgy like sex, a gangbang, and a cum bath, with him having plenty of new masturbation material, he couldn't wait to masturbate over this sexy, incestuous scenario.
"Stephen is taking me on a cruise," she said looking away and down with a big smile while interrupting his sexual fantasy of her giving him a blowjob.
With her not making eye contact with him, he knew she was hiding something. Having heard her on the phone, he knew that the something that she was hiding wasn't just going on a cruise but going on a Nude Day cruise. The something she was hiding was her getting naked and being naked the entire weekend in front of six strange men on a Nude Day cruise.
'God, his mother is such a whore,' but with him glad that she is, he only wished that she was his whore.
Perhaps now that he knows she's a whore, they'll be something he can do to change his sexual status with her. For sure, he'd much rather be her lover than her son. For sure, he'd much rather give her a cum bath than hearing her allowing other men to cum all over her face and naked breasts. He'd much rather that she'd suck him than her sucking someone else, someone who wouldn't appreciate her blowjob as much as he would.
He only wished he could take the Nude Day cruise with his mother. He only wished he could walk around naked in front of her while she walked naked in front of him. As much as he'd love to see her naked, he'd love nothing more than to show her his cock. With her naked breasts pressed against his muscular chest and his naked cock pressed against her soft belly, he'd love nothing more than to hold her and hug her while they were both naked. He could only imagine what it would feel like to kiss her while feeling her naked ass, fondling her naked breasts, and fingering her nipples. He could only imagine her reaction if he ever dared finger her naked pussy before licking her naked pussy and fucking her naked pussy.
'Robert stop,' he imagined his mother saying when they were kissing and he rubbed her clit and tried to insert a finger inside of her. 'You can't do that. I'm your mother. How would you like it if I fondled your cock?'
He looked at her as if she was nuts.
'How would it look if you fondled my cock? I'd love it,' he imagined saying to her with a dirty laugh while forcing her hand on his stiff prick and wrapping her long, soft fingers around him.
He imagined himself moving his mother's hand back and forth while giving himself a forced hand job. Only, how would that look to her friends, a naked mother with her naked son together on a Nude Day weekend cruise? What would her friends say? What would her friends think? Maybe they'd start a new trend, a mother and son sexual trend. Maybe it would be okay for a mother to have sex with her son and a son to have sex with his mother as long as they had sex on Nude Day.
'Wow! How about that?'
Now that's a Nude Day that he'd like to celebrate.
'So, what did you do for Nude Day?' Robert imagined his friend asking him.
'I had sex with my mother,' he imagined his response.
'Lucky bastard,' he imagined his friend saying. 'Even though it's appropriate to have sex with your son on Nude Day, my mom is old fashioned. She'd never have sex with me.'
* * * * *
Drifting back from his sexual fantasy to reality, he refocused on the conversation that he was having with his mother.
"A cruise? Wow! What's the occasion?"
He prodded her for more information while hoping she'd fess up and tell him that the cruise was a Nude Day cruise, a naked Nude Day cruise. Now with this insightful, sexual revelation, he couldn't think of his mother in the way that he thought about her before, kind, loving, and sensitive. Now instead of thinking of her as his mother, he thought of her as a sexy, sensual, and sexual woman. No longer able to remove sex from the equation whenever thinking about his mother, now he thought of her as his personal slut who he lived with and who happened to be his mother.
"No occasion," she said again avoiding eye contact with him.
Every time she told him a white lie, she never looked him in the eye.
"Then, if it's not any type of occasion, can I go with you? I've never been on a cruise," he said knowing what her answer would be while knowing she'd feel guilty not including him.
Playing her to make her to feel guilty, he looked at her with expectancy while she looked at him with embarrassment and shame. Suddenly undressing her with his eyes, he imagined his mother topless. Topless, topless, topless, he'd love to see her big, topless tits. Suddenly undressing her with his eyes, he imagined his mother naked. Naked, naked, naked, he'd love nothing more than to go on a Nude Day cruise with his naked mother.
Naked, naked, naked, he'd love nothing more than to see his mother naked while she saw him naked too. He'd love nothing more than to see how other naked men looked at his naked mother and how his naked mother looked at other naked men. He'd love nothing more than to have incestuous sex with his mother while they were both naked on their Nude Day cruise. Whether in her mouth or in her pussy, he'd love nothing more than for his cock to be buried inside of his mother.
"No, it's just going to be the two of us," she said not making eye contact with him while lying yet again when he heard her say that they'll be six couples taking the cruise. "It's going to be a romantic cruise," she said lying again when obviously they'll be more sex than romance on the Nude Day cruise she'll be taking.
If anything, he figured the cruise was going to be a sexual orgy. If anything with his mother gangbanging six men, he imagined his mother fucking and sucking God only knows how many men. He only wished that one of the men she fucked and sucked was him. He'd give his right arm to be naked on that cruise with his naked mother. No doubt while masturbating later, while imagining her having sex with her boyfriend and other men on the cruise, he'll be imagining having sex with his naked mother.His mother disappeared in her bedroom to shower and change. Robert stood at her closed, bedroom door listening to the water running in her shower while touching himself through his pajama bottom while imagining her naked. For him to hear the shower water so clearly, she must have her bathroom door wide open. He only wished he had the balls to sneak in her bedroom and peer in her bathroom. With her having a glass enclosure instead of a shower curtain, he imagined that he could see her naked form through the hot water steam.
With one thing leading to another, he knew if he ever saw her naked, he wouldn't be happy with just seeing her naked. He'd want to hold her, touch her, and kiss her while fondling her naked body. He imagined her standing in the shower naked. He imagined her washing her beautiful, naked body. He imagined her washing her big tits, her shapely ass, and her bushy, bald, or trimmed blonde pussy as he didn't know which she had. He only wished he could wash her naked body.
He imagined surprising her by barging in her bedroom. He imagined shocking her by barging in her bathroom. He imagined seeing her naked. Naked, naked, naked, he imagined opening her shower door and entering her shower naked to take a shower with her. Only, even though he fantasized doing that, it was just a sexual fantasy and nothing more than that. He'd never invade his mother's privacy in such a disrespectful way. If ever he invaded her privacy in such a sexually inappropriate way, he'd live to regret it.
If ever he barged in her bedroom and/or her bathroom to catch seeing her naked, no doubt with her not on the incestuous, sexual page as he is, she'd ask him to leave. Then, in the way she did with his father when she discovered he was cheating on her with a younger woman, she'd throw him out of her house. With him having no job, no money, and not even a car, he'd have no place to live. Where would he go? What would he do? His mother's generosity and his living arrangements were not only the two things that stopped him from making a sexual pass at his mother but also the two things kept him from being homeless.
When he heard her turn off the shower, he waited a few minutes before knocking on her bedroom door. He imagined she was naked when emerging from her bathroom. He imagined she was naked walking around her bedroom. He imagined her putting on her bra and panty, her appropriate attire when receiving him as a guest in her bedroom when not dressed in his nightgown.
He so wanted to barge in her bedroom to catch her naked. Naked, naked, naked, the one thing he'd want more than anything else in the world, he'd love to see his mother naked. Wishing he could fling open her bedroom door without knocking in the way she does when carrying his clean laundry in his room, he wished he had the nerve to barge in her bedroom to catch her naked. Only, he knew that if ever he saw his mother naked, he'd never be satisfied with just seeing her without her clothes. He'd want to have sex with her.
Wishing she sexually felt the same with him, she'd never have sex with him. Instead he waited for her to invite him in her bedroom. No doubt, she'd be dressed in her bra and panties, seeing her in her underwear was a good compromise, one that gave him something to masturbate over later. Only, wishing something that will never happen, he wished she'd invite him in her bedroom when she was naked. Just once he'd love to fling open her bedroom door when he knew she was naked.
"Come in," she said.
Only, he had more respect for her than that. He couldn't invade her privacy in the way he did by eavesdropping in on her telephone conversation. Instead, of always trying to catch her topless and/or naked without success, he watched her stand in front of the mirror brushing and blow drying her hair while dressed only in her panty and bra. So sexy and so sexually exciting, he loved seeing his sexy MILF of mother dressed in only her low cut bra and her bikini panty. The sexy sight of her always gave him an erection and he had an erection now that tented his pajama pants.
With his hand outstretched behind him, he leaned back on her bed to give his mother a better view of his pajama clad, erect prick. Just once, he wished she'd touch his cock through his pajamas. Just once he wished she'd remove his stiff prick from his pajamas and stroke him before sucking him and before fucking him. Just once, he'd love to have sex with his mother instead of just fantasizing having sex with his mother.
He sat on his mother's bed while watching her walk around her room dressed only in her bra and panty. Having never walked around him before in only her bra and panty, her allowing him to see her in her bra and panty now is a recent occurrence that happened after he came home from graduating college. He remembered, how before going away to college, he wished he could see his mother in her bra and panty. He remembered how he always masturbated over the thoughts of seeing his mother in her panty and bra. Now here she is without embarrassment and without shame walking around him while wearing just her bra and panty.
Even though he still masturbates over seeing his mother in her low cut bra and sexy bikini panties, he wants to see more. Not enough seeing her in her underwear, he still wonders, imagines, and sexually fantasizes what's beneath her bra and panty. Not enough, never enough, he wished he could see her topless. Not enough, never enough, he wished he could see her naked. Then, no doubt, an endless cycle, if he ever was to see her without her clothes, he'd want to have sex with her.
With her powder blue, lacy bra lifting and supporting her big breasts to better delineate her long, line of cleavage, her powder blue, lacy bikini panties hugged her ass in the way of a Grand Prix Formula One car hugging a curve. With her already dressed in her low cut bra and her sexy blue panties, no doubt she knew in advance that he'd want access to her bedroom to talk to her. Just once he'd love to see her topless and/or naked. In the way that she suddenly deemed it okay for him to see her in her bra and panty, he wished she'd deem it okay for him to see her topless and/or naked. A sexual dream come true, he wished he could see his mother naked.
If he wasn't living with her, he imagined that normally, instead of standing in front of the mirror doing her hair in the bra and panty, she'd be doing her hair in her towel, topless, or naked. Topless, topless, topless, he could only imagine what his mother looked like topless. He only wished she'd blow dry her hair while she was topless and when he was in her bedroom. He'd love nothing more than to see her naked tits, areolas, and nipples. He'd love to see her tits bobbing and swaying while she brushed her beautiful, blonde hair.
He only wished she'd stand in front of the mirror naked to put on her makeup naked while he sat on her bed watching her. He'd love nothing more than to see her naked pussy and ass. If ever she showed him her tits or stood before him naked, he'd show her his cock. Tits, pussy, and ass for cock, he wished his mother wanted to flash him as much as he wanted her to flash him and as much as he wanted to flash her. He wished she wanted to see his naked cock as much as he wanted to see her naked tits, ass, and pussy.
If only she was wearing nothing but a towel, imagining all the sexy fun he could have, he imagined tickling her. Tickling and tickling her, unmercifully tickling her, while touching and feeling her, he imagined her trying to get away from him. He imagined her losing her towel while trying to stop him from tickling her. Imagining her topless and/or naked without the modesty of her towel, he imagined pushing her back on the bed and mounting her while kissing her, touching her, and feeling her where no son should ever touch and feel his mother.
Alas, nothing more than an outrageous, incestuous, sexual fantasy, it was one that he enjoyed having while masturbating over the thoughts of having hot sex with her. Only, his mother would never have sex with him. She's not as incestuously twisted as he is. Now he couldn't wait for his mother to leave so that he can masturbate over her having a sexual orgy, pulling a train, blowing six men, and receiving a cum bath. He couldn't wait to masturbate again with the imagined thoughts of seeing her topless and/or naked.
As much as he loved imagining her topless and/or naked, while imagining that he could see more, he loved seeing her dressed in only her panty and bra. Every time he saw her dressed in her panty and bra, filled with incestuous lust for his mother, the nearly naked image of her made him so horny. He so wished he could hold her in his arms while feeling her big breasts through her bra and feeling her shapely ass through her panty. Something that no son should ever do to his mother, nonetheless, he wished he could trace her camel toe and her pussy slit through her panty while she stood in front of the mirror blow drying her hair. He wished he could stand behind her and hump her panty clad ass while reaching up to feel her bra clad breasts and finger her nipples through her bra.
* * * * *
"Don't mind me, Mom. Continue drying your hair while I entertain myself with your bra clad breasts and panty clad pussy and ass," he imagined saying to his mother.
He stared at her in her panty and bra while imagining touching and feeling her.
'Oh, Robert, if what you're doing to my nearly naked body didn't feel so good, I'll ask you to stop," he imagined her saying and encouraging him to continue touching and feeling her. 'Only, the reason why you touching me and feeling me feels so good is because it's so forbidden. Incestuous sex between a mother and her son is wrong.'
Not taking no for an answer, he imagined continuing feeling his mother through her underwear.
'How can something that feels so good be so wrong Mother,' he imagined saying while suddenly feeling like Norman Bates in Bates Motel.
* * * * *
Only, just as he'd never touch and feel his mother in such an inappropriate way, she'd never say any of those things to him. As long as he didn't leer at her and ogle her while touching himself, she was okay with him being in her bedroom while she was dressed only in her sexy underwear. He couldn't even count how many times he's masturbated over the sight of his mother in her panty and bra while imagining her topless and/or naked. Grateful for her giving him a sexy lingerie show, he wondered if any of his friends mother allowed them in their rooms while they were dressed in their bras and panties. Only, nothing of his friends has a MILF of a mother as hot as his MILF of a mother.
If ever he confessed that he had inappropriate, sexual thoughts for her, for sure, she'd stop parading around in front of him in just her bra and panty and/or sheer, sexy nightgowns. Yet, why would he ruin a good thing by being greedy and in wanting more of a sexual relationship with his mother, something that will never happen. Just as she'd never allow him to see her topless and/or naked, she'd never have sex with him. Yet, with him a horny, testosterone filled, young man, in the sexy way she was dressed and in the sexy way she looked, it took all the self-control he had not to stare at her, leer at her, and ogle her. It took all the self-control he had for him not to push her back on the bed and have his wicked sexual way with his mother.
"Did you know you were going on a cruise and forgot to tell me?"
Deciding to broach the subject, he was hoping she'd give him more information about the Nude Day cruise.
"No, I found out just now when Stephen called," she said.
Watching her in his peripheral vision and through her reflection in the mirror, he looked at his mother in her panty and bra without staring at her. For sure, he'll be masturbating over this sexy sight of her underwear clad body again later when she left him home alone all weekend. For sure, he'll be masturbating over the imagined image of see her topless, naked, and having sex with her. For sure, he'll be masturbating all weekend long.
She had such a hot body. With her long shapely legs and flat, toned stomach from jogging and doing Pilates, she had a round, firm ass and big tits. A beautiful woman with a phenomenal body, it's a shame that she's his mother. If only she was the mother or much older sister of one of his friends, he'd put the moves on her. What a waste, such a waste, the good Lord played a bad joke on him by making him her son instead of her lover.
"Such short notice for a cruise," he said mumbling as if talking to himself.
Without turning around, she looked at him through his reflection in her mirror while doing her hair and he watched her eyes dart down to his erect cock that tented his pajama bottoms. She looked at his cock. She briefly stared at his erection. He only wished she'd do more than just stare. He only wished she'd make the first sexual move so that he could make all of the other sexual moves.
If he stared long enough and hard enough, he imagined that he could see her nipples through her sheer, sexy bra. If he stared long enough and hard enough, he imagined that he could see his mother's ass crack and her pubic hair enough to know that she wasn't bushy or bald but trimmed. If he stared long enough and hard enough, he imagined that he could see her pussy slit through her sheer, sexy panty. Only, the trick was not for her to catch him staring at her. Not an easy thing for him to do, the trick was not for her to catch him leering at her and ogling her nearly naked body even though he was always looking to see what more he could see of her.
"He didn't know if he could get the boat," she said with a shrug of her sexy shoulders as if she didn't believe her boyfriend.
Now he wondered as he suspected his mother did too if someone had cancelled on her boyfriend's invitation for a Nude Day cruise and she was his second choice. Some second choice? He couldn't imagine his mother being anyone's second choice. If she was anyone's second choice, unable to imagine anyone better than his mother, he wondered what the first choice looked like. No doubt, someone younger, it was probably some twenty-something-year-old woman who cancelled on him. If that wasn't the case, then he didn't understand why her boyfriend wouldn't invite his mother in the first place. Men are such pigs, especially those men who prefer much younger women than women their own age.
He watched his mother put on her blouse and wiggle her round, shapely ass while squeezing herself in her tight jeans. Dressed in her sexy, low cut, form fitting blouse and skintight jeans, she looked amazing. Unable to keep his compliment to himself, he complimented his mother.
"You look amazing Mom," he said.
Biting his tongue while thinking better of it, he was so tempted to tell her how good her ass looked but he didn't dare. Instead he watched her look at herself in the mirror while turning one way before turning the other way. Running a slow, deliberate hand between her shapely legs, he wished he could touch and feel her ass through her skintight jeans. He wished he could pull her back on the bed and kiss her, French kiss, while touching and feeling her everywhere a son should never touch and feel his mother. Such an abnormal wish to have, he wished he could have his wicked sexual way with his mother.
"Thank you Robert. I don't look too bad for an old broad," she said with a laugh.
Then sadly while wishing he could go with her on her Nude Day, naked cruise, he watched her finish packing. With his mother showered, dressed, packed, and ready to leave for her Nude Day weekend, Robert stood and hugged his Mom good-bye at the front door. With his stiff, pajama clad prick impaling her denim clad belly, he so wanted to surprise her with a goodbye kiss. He'd love nothing more than to French kiss his mother while feeling her through her clothes. It's been a long while since he's had sex with a woman and his MILF of a mother was making him so horny.
Now that he was hugging her beautiful body, he wondered what it would feel like to kiss his mother, really kiss his mother, French kiss his mother, while feeling her through her clothes as if she was his girlfriend instead of his mother. With French kissing his mother while feeling her through her clothes on his horny mind, he wondered what it would feel like to feel her tongue pressed against his tongue. He imagined if he closed his eyes and/or was in a pitch black room, French kissing his mother would be much the same as French kissing any other woman. Yet, if he left his eyes open and indeed he would, French kissing his mother would be so much more sexually exciting than kissing any other woman. He couldn't wait to imagine French kissing her and feeling her through her clothes later while masturbating himself over all that he heard while eavesdropping in on her private phone conversation.
Only with him wearing a tee shirt, slippers, and his pajama bottoms without underwear, his standard uniform when lounging around the house, he could feel the head of his cock rubbing against his mother's denim clad stomach and hardening again while hugging her. Nothing new there, with the remembered thoughts of seeing her in her bra and panty, he was getting an even harder erection when around his mother. He always had an erection when around his mother, especially when hugging her when she was only in her panty and bra or in her sexy nightgown with nothing underneath.
As if she was a sexy minx instead of his mother, she had such a sexual hold on him. He so wanted to hump her. He so wanted to push her down on the couch and make out with her. He so wanted to strip her naked. He so wanted to strip off her jeans, remove her panties, strip off her blouse, remove her bra, and make sweet love to her before fucking her, really fucking her.
Instead of wearing jeans and a blouse, he only wished she was wearing her short, sheer, sexy, low cut nightgown with nothing underneath. He especially loved hugging her when she was wearing her thin, revealing, sexy nightgowns. Able to feel more over her magnificent body when she had practically nothing on, he loved hugging her when there was nothing more than a thin piece of cotton, silk, and/or satin between them. Yet, every time he hugged his mother while she was in her sexy, skimpy nightgowns, he was so tempted to drop his hand down to feel her ass or reach his hand up to feel her breasts.
* * * * *
Going beyond all that's appropriately acceptable between a mother and son, he only wished his mother would fall to her knees and give him a goodbye blowjob in case this is the last time he sees her. God forbid but if she was drunk enough, she could fall overboard and be eaten by a shark. In that regard, it's not only right but it would be appropriately acceptable and the right thing to do for his mother to fall to her knees and suck his cock before she left.
'In case I don't see you again Robert, let me give you something to remember me by, a goodbye blowjob,' he again imagined her saying.
Lost in his sexual fantasy, he'd love nothing more than for his mother to give him a goodbye blowjob.
'If you don't comeback, if you don't return, I'll miss you, Mom,' he imagined saying while pulling out his cock from his pajama bottoms for her to stroke and suck.
He imagined her falling to her knees. He imagined her taking his cock in her hand. He imagined her looking up at him with her big, beautiful blue eyes before taking him in her mouth. Then, as if she had an insightful thought, she looked down at her breasts before looking back up at him.
'Perhaps you'd like to fondle my tits and finger my nipples while I stroke and suck your cock,' he imagined her saying.Nonetheless what she was wearing or not wearing, inspired by the imagined image of her naked while on her Nude Day cruise, he had an erection. Nothing new with that, sexually inspired by her pretty face and hot body, he always had an erection when around his mother. Especially after hearing her telephone conversation with her boyfriend and the two of them talking about her getting naked on Nude Day, how could he not have an erection when imagining her naked? Especially after hearing that his mother sucks cock and had blown three men she never met before, he now sexually thinks differently of his mother. Now that he knows she had orgy like sex, pulled a train, and received a cum bath when she was drunk and sleeping, he'd have more psychological problems if he didn't have an erection when thinking of his mother naked.
Topless, topless, topless, he'd love to see his mother's naked tits. Topless, topless, topless, if only he could see his mother's tits, he'd be such a happy and grateful son. Naked, naked, naked, he'd love to see his mother naked. Naked, naked, naked, if only he could see his mother naked, he'd have even more fodder to masturbate over while thinking of his mother naked about a naked Nude Day cruise.
Yet, whether she was topless or naked, he'd love for his mother to see him naked too. Naked, naked, naked, if only his mother could see him naked, he'd be such a happy son. He only wished he was going on a Nude Day cruise with her. He only wished he knew someone who had a boat so that he could trail her, stalk her, and take a video of her naked on her boyfriend's boat while celebrating Nude Day. He only wished she invited him along on her Nude Day cruise so that he could get naked with her too.
In preparation of stripping off all of her clothes for Nude Day, she was wearing skintight jeans and a low cut top that made her look so sexy. Seeing her from behind, with her long, blonde hair and her tight, little ass so round and shapely, she looked twenty-something instead of forty-something. He wished he could feel her ass through her tight jeans and/or peer down her top at her long, sexy line of cleavage and at her bra clad breasts. Only he didn't dare drop his hands down to squeeze his mothers' perfect ass or reach his horny hands up to feel her bra clad breasts while hugging her. Wishing that he could and with him now so very sexually frustrated, he didn't dare touch her in that sexually, inappropriate way.
If she gained a few pounds, judging her by the tight fit of her jeans, as she said she had gained weight to her boyfriend on the phone, he didn't know where. She looked like the same shapely slut to him that she always did. Never thinking of his mother as a slut before, after eavesdropping in on her personal, private phone conversation, he thought of her as a sexy, MILF of a slut now. Wishing he was her boyfriend instead of her son, he could only imagine what she'd look like naked. Naked, naked, naked, he couldn't wait to masturbate himself over the imagined images of seeing his mother naked. Naked, naked, naked, while wishing he was one of those lucky men, he couldn't wait to masturbate over other men seeing his mother naked when taking her Nude Day cruise.
Having never seen her naked, seemingly, if she did gain any weight, he couldn't tell. If she did gain any weight, then she gained a few pounds in all the right places. With him seeing her in her bra and panties, she looked the same to him as she did before. The last time he saw her in her bikini, she was a perfect ten. The last time he saw her in her bikini, he wanted to have sex with her in the pool.
He only wished she wasn't his mother but some cougar that he picked up in a bar. He'd love to have a sexual relationship with an older woman, especially with an older woman who looked like her. If she wasn't his mother, he'd have hot sex with her right here and right now. If she wasn't his mother, in the sexy way she looked now, he'd make a sexual pass at her. If she wasn't his mother, especially because she's his mother, he could imagine marrying someone who looked like her.
"Mom? This is my girlfriend Donna," he imagined saying to his mother.
She looked at him as if there was something wrong with him and assuredly in the way that he lusted over her, his mother, there definitely was something mentally and emotionally wrong with him.
"Donna? Not only do we have the same name but she looks exactly like me. We could be sisters, twin sisters," he imagined his mother responding to meeting his cougar of a girlfriend while looking at him with shocked surprised and confounded confusion.
* * * * *
"Bye Mom," he said watching his mother start down the stairs while struggling with her carryon bag.
So enamored with her, she was so beautiful to look at. He only wished she was his girlfriend or his wife instead of his mother. While imagining her naked on a Nude Day cruise, with his blood rushing from his heart to his cock and with his cock growing harder and bigger, he could feel his prick tenting his pajama bottoms again. As if his cock was the main mast for the S. S. Nude Day boat, his cock was so big and so hard that it could only be more noticeable if he tied a flag to it, a black, skull and bones pirate's flag.
He wondered if his mother noticed his erection. If she did, she didn't give him any indication by looking at it. He wondered if his mother knew that he had an erection from hugging her. How could she not notice his erect cock for God's sakes? He so wanted to hump her instead of just hugging her.
In the way his cock was now, the bull elephant in the room, and with him standing sideways, he wondered if his mother noticed his erection now. With her standing several steps down on the stairs and with her having to look up at him, how could she not notice his erection? He just wanted her to stare at his pajama clad erection in the way that he always stared at her bra clad breasts and panty clad pussy and ass. Something he'll masturbate over later, he just wanted to see her eyes dart down to acknowledge that she saw his engorged cock.
"Bye Robert. No drunken parties while I'm gone," she said staring up. "Matter of fact, I'd rather you not have anyone in the apartment while I'm away. I don't want anyone going through my things."
With her looking up at him while struggling with her overnight case, he only wished his cock would pop out of his pajama bottoms. On the pretense celebrating Nude Day early, he'd love nothing more than to flash his mother his erection. Wishing he could do so much more than just showing her his erect prick, just as he'd love to see her naked, he'd love for her to see him naked too. Too preoccupied thinking of his mother naked and thinking of flashing her his prick, he didn't realize his mother needed his help with her bag.
"Don't worry. I'll be alone," he said. "Wait. Lemme help you with that."
He ran down the stairs to meet her and as soon as he did, bobbing and weaving, just as he hoped it would, his erection popped out of his pajama pee hole. While hoping that she'd give him a goodbye blowjob in case anything happened to her aboard the boat, his cock emerged to say goodbye to her too. With his prick already exposed and erect, this would be the perfect time for her to give him a goodbye blowjob or at the very least a goodbye hand job, in case she didn't return. He only wished she'd take the not so subtle hint and walk up to touch his cock and stroke his cock before sucking his cock and fucking his cock.
With him being so purposely exposed to his mother before, especially when cuddling up against her while watching a movie, as if giving her a preview of cumming attractions, normally, he just tucks in his cock after giving her a quick, sneak peek. Only, with his mother leaving for a Nude Day celebration, as a prelude to her naked holiday, wanting to join in the premature celebration and naked festivities too, if only vicariously, making no attempt to preserve his modesty, he left his cock totally exposed. He hoped that she'd stare at his prick in the way that he stares at her when she's in her sheer, sexy nightgowns or when she's parading around him in her bra and panty. Leaving her with the image of his naked, erect cock, he'd love nothing more than for his mother to sexually lust over him as much as he sexually lusts over her.
As if she was drawn to it in the way that he was sexually attracted to her, he watched her eyes dart down from his face to his exposed erection. She saw his prick. He watched her look at his penis. She stared at his dick. Now if only she was as sexually interested in him as he was in her, he'd be such a happy man.
With his sexual imagination filling in all of the unspoken and physical details of touching, feeling, and fondling, he wished his mother sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. Wide-eyed and unblinking, his sexual fantasy come true, she was staring at his cock. His dream woman and the one woman who was the love of his life, his mother was staring at his dick in the way that he stares at her bra clad breasts and panty clad pussy and ass. Seemingly not even caring if he caught her leering, the longer she stared the more sexually excited he became.
Normally he flashes her his prick it's in the dimly lit living room illuminated only by the TV. Now in the brightly lit hall with daylight shining through the hall windows, he was lit up as if he was a stripper on stage. Never has his cock been so big and so hard. Never has his erect cock been as exposed. Never has his mother had a better look at his cock. Never has his cock been so visible and never has she seen his cock so clearly. Never has she stared at his erect prick in such a focused way. Never has he been as sexually excited exposing his prick to his mother. In the way that he imagines having sex with his mother when having sex with another woman, he wondered if his mother imagined having sex with him when having sex with someone else.
In the way that he always imagined she would but never did when exposing his cock to her, finally his mother was staring at his engorged prick. As if she was his big fish to catch in his small pond and his cock was his baited hook, his erection held his mother's sexual interest. He couldn't believe his mother was staring at his exposed dick. In the way that he was horny thinking about her naked on Nude Day and parading around a boat with five other couples, she must be horny thinking about her Nude Day festivities too.
His mother was staring at his cock. He couldn't believe his mother was staring at his prick. Normally, she tells him that he's exposed. Normally, whenever she sees his errant prick, she looks away. Normally, she's embarrassed by this sight of his flaccid and/or engorged cock. Only, today, she seemed to enjoy the sexy sight of his errant, naughty, erect prick.
Seemingly enjoying the view, she was staring at all that he was showing. If he read her body language correctly, with her touching her hair, curling her hand with her finger, and licking her lips, the sight of his hard prick was sexually exciting her. Not only did she seem enamored with is cock, she seemed engrossed in staring at his prick. If he was to make a sexual move on his mother, this was the best time to do it. Only, he didn't dare. Needing a place to stay, he has too much to lose should she reject him.
This time, she appeared as if she was mesmerized by his errant dick. Hypnotized by his stiffened prick, she continued staring at his cock in the way he stared at her ass when she was wearing her panties, at her breasts when seeing her in her bra, and in the way that he now stared at her in her skintight jeans. Now he wished she was standing on the sunlit stairs in her sheer, nearly see-through nightgown with nothing on underneath. Now he wished she wasn't leaving. Now he wished he was home alone with his mother celebrating Nude Day together.
If only she'd stay home for Nude Day, in the way that she parades around him in her sheer, sexy nightgowns and in her bra and panty, on the pretense that it was Nude Day, he'd parade around her naked. Perhaps, on the pretense that it was Nude Day, taking the hint of him being naked, maybe she'd parade around him naked too. Nude Day, the one day a year that he imagined he's allowed to remain naked in front of his mother, maybe she'd take the not so subtle hint and get naked with him too.
Perhaps, they could establish their own mother and son tradition of having sex with one another on Nude Day. Now he wished they could have their own Nude Day naked celebration. Now he wished they could watch a movie together while naked. In case something tragic was to happen to her, now he wished his mother would give him a hand job before giving him a blowjob and before allowing him to make love to her.
With her appearing as horny staring at his cock as he was horny in flashing her his prick, maybe if she reconsidered and stayed home for the weekend, while watching a movie, he'd expose her prick to her again. Only, maybe this time, she'd be horny enough and sexually interested in him enough to give him a hand job. He liked imagining that she would. He'd love to cum all over his mother's hand. Cumming all over her naked breasts and pretty face, he'd love to give her a cum bath after cumming in her mouth.
Maybe while watching an X-rated movie, imagining the sex scenes making her sexually aroused enough, along with giving him a hand job, she'd give him a blowjob too. He'd love nothing more than to play with his mother's tits while fingering her nipples as she was blowing him. He'd love nothing more than to cum in his mother's mouth while watching her swallow. A sexual dream come true, with his mother leaving for her long, Nude Day weekend, he only hoped she'd change her mind and stay home with him.
If she decided not to go on her Nude Day cruise and if she decided to stay home and celebrate Nude Day with him, maybe if she was horny enough, she'd allowed him to fuck her. Maybe if she was horny enough, she'd allow him to give her a cum bath. He could only imagine what it would feel like to be in bed naked with his naked mother. He could only imagine what it would feel like to cum in his mother's pussy before cumming again in her mouth. He'd love nothing more than to have a weekend of nudity and sex with his mother.
Only, his mother wasn't as perversely perverted as he was. No way, not even close. Just because she willingly had sex with a number of other man, she'd never have sex with him. Just as she'd never fuck him, she'd never blow him. She'd never even give him a hand job.
With his mother obviously having sex on a regular basis, she wasn't as horny and as desperate as he was for sexual attention. No way, not even close. With his hormones driving his horniness, he'd love nothing more than for his mother to give him a weekend, a night, or even an hour of hot sex. If she's already participated in an orgy and was about to participate in a Nude Day orgy this weekend, maybe his mother isn't the innocent, virtuous woman that he thinks she is.
"Robert," she said still staring at his cock before looking up at him.
She gave him a warm and understanding motherly smile that seemed even a little flirtatious.
"Yes Mom?"
She stared down at his exposed cock again that made him want to take her hand and wrap her fingers around his exposed prick.
"Robert Junior came out to say good-bye too," she said with a laugh while using that as her excuse to still stare down at his exposed penis again.
He looked down at his cock and before putting his errant prick away, he looked up at his mother.
"Oops, sorry Mom," he said tucking himself back in with one hand while carrying her overnight bag down the rest of the stair with his other hand. His excuse to hug her goodbye again, he gave her a big hug while wishing he had the nerve to reach down and feel her shapely ass. "Bye Mom. Have a good time. Be careful. Stay safe. Don't be a victim," he said while thinking it would be such a waste if she fell overboard and a shark ate her before allowing him to eat her.
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