Capítulo 20: Mom & Son Celebrate Nude Day Naked
bySusanJillParker©
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Mom & Son Celebrate Nude Day Naked
"Be careful what you wish for because with a high price to pay for every, sexual, incestuous thing that you wish to receive, you may get what you want."
A mother reluctantly agrees to strip herself naked and have sex with her son on Nude Day.
"Happy Birthday, Elizabeth," said her son John to his mother. "Happy Birthday, Mom."
Going out for the night on her birthday, she looked so pretty. She looked so sexy. She looked so hot. John wished he was going out with her. Only, where she was going, there were no men allowed.
Home from college for the summer before starting his junior year in September, today was a big day for 20-year-old John. Today was his mother's 40th birthday. John thought she'd be celebrating her birthday with him but she had already made plans with her friends to go to a CFNM strip club. It was going to be a late night waiting up for her to arrive home to wish her a happy birthday again. Rejecting having beer because beer made him sleepy, wanting to be awake to greet his mother, John drank black coffee instead.
Being that her friends were taking her out and the drinks were on them, he figured she'd be coming home a little tipsy. He had never seen his mother tipsy. Since she was going to an all-male strip club, he wondered if she'd be coming home horny too. He had never seen his mother horny. He wondered what she was like when drunk and horny.
'Drunk and horny, what better time than tonight to make a sexual move on my mother,' he thought?
Only, perish the thought. He didn't dare. He needed to live here until after he graduated from college in two years, found a job, and could afford his own place. He didn't want to make her feel uncomfortable in her own home by the incestuous lust that he felt for his mother. The last thing that he wanted was for his mother to think him an incestuous pervert and ask him to leave.
Yet, if nothing more than a sexual fantasy and with him sexually attracted to his MILF of a mother since his father left two-years ago when he was 18-years-old, innocent enough, he imagined giving his mother a birthday kiss. Not as innocent, forget about him just giving her a peck on the lips, he imagined giving his mother a deep, wet, birthday kiss. Crossing the incestuous line, he imagined giving his mother forty, French kisses with one for good luck.
Only, he had never given his mother more than a peck on her lips on her birthday, on his birthday, on Valentine's Day, on Christmas under the mistletoe, and on New Year's Eve. John yearned to French kiss his mother. He wished he could make out with his mother while feeling her sexy and shapely body through her clothes.
If she came home drunk, in addition to kissing her, he imagined giving his mother forty, birthday, naked ass whacks with one for good luck. Imagining taking sexual advantage of his mother, he imagined pulling her over his knee. He imagined lifting up her short skirt, pulling down her white, bikini panties, and slapping her naked ass forty times with one for good luck.
Maybe if she was drunk enough and horny enough, he'd not only kiss his mother, French kiss his mother but also slap her naked ass. Maybe if she was drunk enough and horny enough, she'd not only allow him to kiss her, French kiss her, but also allow him slap her naked ass forty time with one for good luck. The only thing better than French kissing his mother and slapping her naked ass was her allowing him to strip her naked. The only thing better than being allowed to strip his drunken, horny mother naked was her allowing him to have sex with her drunken, horny, and naked body.
'Wow! How hot would that be to take sexual advantage of my mother under the pretense that I was giving her forty, naked, ass whacks for her birthday,' he thought? 'In my dreams,' he thought. 'French kissing my mother and/or slapping her naked ass will never happen just as stripping my mother naked and having sex with her naked body would never happen neither.'
Nothing more than a sexual fantasy, he'd love to help his mother to bed. Imagining her being too drunk to undress herself, he imagined undressing her. He imagined removing her blouse before removing her short skirt. He imagined removing her low-cut bra to expose her big, naked tits before removing her bikini panties to expose her round, firm, naked ass and her naked, black, trimmed pussy to his horny, incestuous eyes. He imagined stripping his mother naked. As his pretense and his valid excuse to strip his mother naked, the next morning, if she asked, he could tell her that he helped her on with her nightgown in the dark after she stripped herself naked.
'Yeah, that's good. That will work. Maybe she'd be too drunk to remember me undressing her, seeing her naked body, and touching and feeling her everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his naked mother,' thought John.
Only instead of staying awake to greet his mother, John fell asleep dreaming of undressing her and having his wild, wicked, sexual way with her shapely and sexy, naked body. He fell asleep with thoughts of unbuttoning and removing her blouse, unbuttoning, unzipping, and removing her short skirt, unhooking and removing her bra, and slowly sliding off her panties. As if he had really undressed his mother, stripped her naked, he dreamt of his mother naked. Visualizing her without her clothes, as if a premonition and as if she was standing in the living room naked, his dream felt so surreally real.
'I'd love nothing more than to strip my mother naked while French kissing her,' he thought.
Not stopping there with his sexual fantasy, after stripping his mother naked, he dreamt of having incestuous sex with his naked mother. Before undressing her, he dreamt of feeling his mother through her clothes while French kissing her and her feeling him through his clothes while French kissing him. Then, after undressing her, he imagined feeling her naked breasts and fingering her naked nipples. He dreamt of fingering his mother's warm, wet pussy.
Totally forbidden, yet so very sexually exciting, he imagined masturbating his mother. Totally incestuous, yet, again, so very sexually exciting, fingering her while licking her, he imagined eating his mother's pussy. With her returning the sexual favor, he imagined his mother stroking his cock while sucking his cock. If that wasn't enough, he imagined making love to his MILF of a mother before fucking her.
'Elizabeth, I love you. Happy birthday. I love you mom,' he imagined saying. 'I'd love to give my Mom multiple orgasms with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock,' he thought. 'I'd love to know what she looks and sounds like when having multiple, sexual orgasms.'
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The last thing that he remembered before falling asleep on the couch was finishing his third cup of coffee. The last thing he remembered before falling asleep was turning off the television. The last thing he remembered after falling asleep was being awakened by loud laughter coming from the front hall. He looked at his watch. It was after 2:00 am when he heard Diane's voice, his mother's best friend coming up the front stairs.
"How many strippers' cocks did you stroke, Liz," asked Diane?
He heard his mother laugh.
"I lost count, at least eight or ten. I don't remember," she said laughing again.
Diane returned his mother's laugh with her laugh.
"How many strippers' cocks, did you suck, Liz?"
He heard his mother laughing again before he heard his mother answer Diane's question.
"I don't know. I lost count of that too," said his mother slurring her words and laughing. "At least four, I think, maybe more. I only wished they had fucked me. I'm still so horny," she said slurring her words again. "I would have loved someone cumming in my pussy before cumming in my mouth," she said.
They were talking and laughing so obnoxiously loud.
'Wait. What? Did I hear Diane correctly or was I imagining her saying that? My mother stroked eight or ten strippers' cocks. My mother sucked four strippers' cocks, maybe more,' he thought while listening at the closed front door. 'My Mom is horny and wished that the strippers had fucked her,' he thought to himself. 'Did I hear her correctly when she said that she wished that the strippers had ejaculated their cum in her cunt and in her mouth? How hot is that to be alone with my drunk and horny mother?'
Always thinking of his mother as morally modest, John never thought that his mother gave blowjobs. Then, not believing his eyes, he saw his mother sucking her date, Ralph's prick, a few days ago in the backyard by the pool when she thought he was sleeping. Now, he suddenly had an image of his mother on her knees and blowing strippers. In the way that he watched his mother suck Ralph's cock from his bedroom window while masturbating himself, and in the way that he imagined his mother sucking the cocks of four or more strippers, he imagined his mother sucking his prick too.
Unable to stay awake much longer, John opened the front door to see Diane struggling to slowly help his mother up the stairs. As if she was in a catfight, with her blouse half unbuttoned and her skirt unzipped and on crooked, his mother's clothes were disheveled. She looked so perfect when she left the house and now she looked a frightful mess. Even her straight, black, perfectly coiffed hair, something she was so particular about, was sticking up in back as if the strippers had put their heavy hands to the back of her head while she sucked their cocks.
"Johnny! You're awake," said his mother with a big, drunken smile while staring up at him with her big, beautiful, brown eyes.
She greeted him as if she hadn't seen him in several months when it had only been several hours. As if he was her boyfriend, lover, or husband instead of her son, she threw her arms around his neck and pressed her torso tightly against his torso in a full body hug. Eager to leave, Diane deposited his mother at the front door and wave goodnight while heading down the stairs.
"I have to go. I'm late. Good night. Happy birthday, Liz. She's all yours," said Diane to John. "I have to get home. I still need to drive the babysitter home. Good night," said Diane already outside.
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John helped his mother inside and as soon as he closed the front door, his mother pushed him against the door and kissed him. His mind was suddenly swirling with sexual, incestuous lust for his mother. His mother kissed him. Having never kissed him in that sexual way before, he couldn't believe his mother kissed him in that incestuous way now.
'Wow,' he thought while closing his eyes and returning her kiss with his kiss.
Then, as if she was still at the strip club and she had mistaken him for one of the strippers, she reached her horny hand down to feel his cock through his jeans. Groping him in the way that he always wanted her to grope him and in the way that he'd love to grope his mother, she was feeling his growing erection through his jeans. He couldn't believe his mother not only touched his prick but also felt and fondled his prick through his jeans. He only wished he was wearing his pajama bottoms without underwear instead of his jeans.
Yet, with her not nearly done sexually molesting her son, before he could move away from his mother, she had already parted his lips and French kissed him. His mother French kissed him. He couldn't believe his mother French kissed him.
'Holy hot Hell,' he thought. 'I'll be going to Hell if I have sex with my mother.'
Before he could move away from his mother, she had already unzipped him and taken his erect, naked prick out of his jeans. Before he could move away from his mother, she was stroking his big, hard, naked prick in her soft, warm, motherly hand. His mother was French kissing him while stroking his naked, erect cock. He couldn't believe his mother was French kissing him while stroking his naked, erect prick.
'Oh, my God. I don't believe this. She's going to make me cum,' he thought while his mother stroked him harder and faster. 'Am I still dreaming? My sexual fantasy come true, I can't believe my mother is French kissing me while stroking my cock,' he thought while in shock.
Kissing and kissing him while fondling the head of his growing, naked erection, she stopped making out with her son to tell him what she needed him to tell him by whispering her incestuous, sexual desires in his ear.
"Would you like me to suck your cock, John?" She looked at him in the way that his mother had never looked at him before. "I don't mind. I'd blow you, if you want me to blow you," she said continuing to stroke his cock. "You can even cum in my mouth and watch me swallow your cum," she said giving him a sexy smile and a drunken look while sliding a slow tongue across her full, red lips. "Would you like for Mommy to stroke you while blowing you?"
He was stunned, too stunned to answer his mother.
"Mom," was what he said. "Mom," was all that he could say. "Mom," he said nodding his head yes to her giving him a blowjob.
He watched her squirming as if she was a snake trying to crawl out of her skin.
"Before I suck you, Johnny, help me out of these clothes. I've been in these clothes all day," she said blowing in his ear before continuing to kiss him. She stopped kissing him again only to tell him what she wanted and needed him to do. "I need to get naked," she said while laughing. "Do your mother a favor and strip me naked, John," she said laughing again. "Then, after you strip me naked, I'll suck your prick."
'What? Seriously? My mother wants me to help her out of her clothes. She needs to get naked. She wants me to strip her naked,' he thought as if imagining what she said and what he heard. 'Oh, my God. She offered to blow me. She offered to suck my cock, allow me to cum in her beautiful mouth, and watch her swallow my cum. This is unbelievable. I can't believe this is happening.'
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More than two-years later, home for good after having graduated college and looking for a job, John awakened with a raging erection. Nothing new there, his morning wood, he always awakened with an erection. Moreover, because of his MILF of a sexy mother, as if flaunting his cock, teasing his mother, and daring her to touch it, suck it, and fuck it, he always walked around her and the house with an erection. Yet, even though he was horny, sexually excited and sexually frustrated, as he was every day, today was different. Today was Nude Day. Other than Christmas and his birthday, Nude Day was his favorite holiday of the year.
Yet, despite the naked holiday, he didn't think of naked models protesting animal rights and the ban of fur. He didn't think of naked celebrities pushing some political agenda. Instead, he thought more of his mother naked while celebrating Nude Day with him naked too. Instead of sexually fantasizing over women he sexually knew from his past or wanted to sexually know in his future, his sexual thoughts were incestuous thoughts that were more focused on his MILF of a mother, Elizabeth, than on anyone else.
To John, Nude Day was synonymous with his mother stripping herself naked and seeing his mother without her clothes. He'd love nothing more than to celebrate the naked holiday naked with his naked mother. He'd love nothing more than to see his mother naked again in the way that he saw her naked more than two-years ago when she came home drunk from a CFNM strip party drunk and horny.
Today is the day for him and his mother to hopefully, with a little coercion on his part, get naked without shame, guilt, and/or remorse. Today, Nude Day, he hoped to see his mother naked again and hoped to show his naked mother his naked body too. He'd love to show his mother his naked prick again if only she'd agree to show him her naked ass, here naked tits, and her naked pussy.
With him not out of bed yet, he slowly stroked his erection while thinking of seeing his mother in her panties and bra again. He thought about seeing his mother topless again and naked again. He slowly stroked his erection while thinking of having sex with his naked mother again.
'If it's not enough to see my mother naked on Nude Day,' he thought, 'how hot would that be to have sex with my naked mother on Nude Day?'
It was more than two years ago when she celebrated her fortieth birthday by attending a CFNM, clothe female, nude male, strip club and when she came home drunk, horny, and vulnerable. It was more than two years ago when she kissed him, French kissed him, felt him through his clothes, and allowed him to return her long, wet kisses and strip her naked. Not stopping there, it was more than two years ago when they had mother and son incestuous sex.
Even now he still can't believe that she allowed him to French kiss her while he touched her, felt her, and fondled her through her clothes, and while she touched him, felt him, and fondled him through his clothes. More than that, she allowed him to undress her, strip her naked, and have his wild, wicked, sexual way with her sexy, shapely, and naked body. While continuing to masturbate himself, he remembered fingering her pussy while licking her pussy. Reciprocating the sex, she sucked and fucked his cock. It was more than two years ago when he made sweet love to his mother before he fucked his mother hard and fast, and pounded her pussy.
'I love you, Mommy,' he thought while stroking his prick a little faster and a little harder.
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Alas, a sad day, it was more than two years ago since their Bullmastiff, Devil, died. Sad over the death of their beloved dog and perhaps coming together because of their grief over their beloved pet, they were both too broken up and too sad to get another dog. They'd never find another huge, friendly, and loyally loving dog like Devil. Weighing 160 pounds of muscle and thirty inches tall at the shoulder, one of a kind, he was a giant of his breed.
'I miss you, Devil,' he thought.
Yet, now, more than two years later, as if it never happened, as if he imagined it, dreamt it, or sexually fantasized it, he wondered if nudity and/or sex between them would ever happen again. As if nudity and sex between them never happened, sweeping their forbidden sexual desires beneath the carpet, in the way that they never discussed the death of Devil, they never discussed them having incestuous sex. If only just one more time, he'd love to see his mother naked again. If only just one more time, he'd love to have sex with his naked mother again.
Now that he was older, still masturbating himself over that one special night with his mother, he needed to know if his mother sexually wanted him as much as he still sexually wanted her. He needed to know if she'd allow him to strip her naked and have sex with her again when she was sober and wasn't drunk. He'd love nothing more than to touch and feel her through her clothes while French kissing her again. He'd love nothing more than to strip his mother naked again while sexually touching and feeling her everywhere a son should never sexually touch and feel his mother.
What better day than Nude Day to open that forbidden, Pandora's Box of taboo and incest? What better day than Nude Day to free that can of worms of Garden of Eden kind of sexual desire? What better day than Nude Day than to seduce his mother into stripping naked again and celebrating Nude Day naked? What better day than Nude Day to have incestuous sex with his mother again? If only she would, he would.
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"It's going to be another hot one today, John," said Elizabeth to her son.
She turned her fan a notch higher while waving a magazine in front of her pretty face. With the top, two buttons of her blouse already unbuttoned, she abandoned her magazine to use both of her hands to flutter her blouse open and closed in trying to cool herself. As if following a forbidden road to Nirvana, John watched a bead of perspiration slowly slide from her long, swanlike neck down the tops her meaty breasts, follow her sexy cleavage, and disappear somewhere inside her sexy, low-cut bra.
'I wish I was that bead of perspiration wetting her big tits in the way that I'd love to wet them again with my tongue,' thought John.
Every time she fluttered open and closed her blouse, his growing erection pulsated and throbbed. Every time she fluttered open and closed her blouse, with her obviously oblivious to him looking, staring, and leering, John enjoyed his mother giving him sexy down-blouse views of her cleavage and bra. Every time she fluttered open and closed her blouse, he was tempted to stick his horny hand in his mother's blouse and feel her breasts through her sexy brassiere. Every time she fluttered open and closed her blouse, he was tempted to stick his horny hand down inside her bra to feel her naked breasts while fingering her erect nipples.
'I love my mother's big tits,' he thought. 'I'd give anything to touch them, feel them, fondle them, and suck them...again.'
Mesmerizing him with incestuous thoughts, he stared at his mother as if he had never seen a pretty woman before. He stared at his mother as if he had never seen her in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked before. A sexy sight that hypnotized his attention, he loved his mother's big tits and the impressions that her erect nipples made through her bra and blouse. Aside from her pretty face, her long, sexy legs, and her shapely, round ass, her breasts were two more things that he loved about his MILF of a mother.
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When she faced the fan and put her head up and back, her black, chin length, straight hair blew back to make her look as if she was riding in a convertible or was positioned on the back of a motorcycle. In the way that her hair blew back from the fan blowing her hair, she looked as if she was doing an ad for a famous stereo speaker company and her hair was being blown back by the sound. Melting him with her pretty face and shapely body, she was so hot, literally and figuratively. She was so beautiful. She was so sexy. Only, forbidden fruit, she was his mother and he was her horny, sexually attracted son.
How dare he sexually lust over his mother? How dare he want to have sex with his mother? How dare he stare and leer at her while undressing her with his eyes? How dare he masturbate over his mother while imagining her naked and having sex with her naked body? Yet, no matter how much he scolded himself, he sexually and incestuously wanted her.
'I wish I could see my mother naked again,' he thought. 'Perhaps, Nude Day is my pretense to convince my mother to strip naked with me. Hopefully, once I cajole my mother to strip naked, maybe she'd have sex with me again. I wish I could have sex with my mother again,' he thought. 'I'd like nothing better than for her to blow me. I'd love nothing better than to cum in her beautiful mouth and watch her swallow my cum while I fondle her breasts and finger her nipples,' he thought while making himself even hornier and more sexually excited.
Instead of seeing her in her bra and panties, topless, or naked, he had to be content in watching his mother inadvertently sexually tease him by fluttering her blouse open and closed. Instead of seeing his mother topless again, he had to be content to masturbate himself while imagining her topless. Instead of having sex with his mother again, he had to masturbate himself over the memories of having his wild, wicked sexual way with his mother's naked body.
"It's been hot every day and today with the temperatures going to be over 90 for the third day in a row makes this an official heatwave," said John.
Sexually attracted to his mother since he turned 18-years-old, after his father left, he couldn't help but notice how pretty his mother was, especially with the fan blowing back her raven hair from her face. She reminded him of a taller, shapelier, sexier, and busty version of Natalie Portman. In the way that the fan blew her hair back away from her face, she looked as if she was a supermodel on a photoshoot.
When she closed her eyes to enjoy the breeze from the fan, he looked more closely at her. She looked hot, literally and figuratively. She didn't look her age. She looked younger. If he didn't know her age, he'd guess that she was 35-years-old instead of 42-years-old. If she wasn't his mother, he'd hit on her. If he wasn't her son, he'd try and have sex with her again. Alas, a fluke of a drunken, horny night, she'd never have sex with him ever again in the way that she did that one, wonderful time.
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"Happy Nude Day," he imagined saying coming up behind her when she was standing in the kitchen.
With her rinsing dishes in the kitchen sink, he imagined standing behind her and pressing his body against his mother's short, skirt clad ass. He imagined massaging her shoulders before slowly sliding his hands down the front of her open blouse. Massaging the tops of her breasts, he imagined moving his fingertips further down inside of her sexy, low-cut bra. He imagined feeling his mother's naked breasts with both hands before fingering her nipples. If only she would, he wished he could have sex with his mother again.
He imagined reaching down to raise her short skirt up past her shapely hips and all the way to her waist. He imagined feeling his mother's round, firm ass through her thin, bikini panties. He imagined spanking his mother's ass before squeezing her ass. He imagined sticking his hand between her sexy thighs to finger her pussy through her panties. He imagined pulling down his mother's panties, leaning her forward, and squatting to lick her sexy ass. After licking her round, firm ass, he imagined fucking her warm, wet pussy.
"What would you like to do today, Johnny?"
Interrupting his sexual fantasy of feeling her breasts, fingering her nipples, feeling, spanking, squeezing, and licking her naked ass before fucking her naked pussy, she smiled at him while waiting for him to answer. With her even more beautiful when she smiled, she was so sexy. Unable to remove himself from his sexual fantasy to answer her, when he didn't respond in time, she made her own suggestion.
"Would you like to go to the beach?"
Elizabeth gave him that million-dollar smile again after asking him that loaded question, what would he like to do today? If she wasn't pretty before, she was so much prettier now when she smiled. He had a whole laundry list of what he'd love to sexually do with his mother today. Only, unfortunately and alas, what he'd want to sexually do with his mother, she wouldn't want to sexually do with him.
'What would I like to do today? Hmm, lemme think,' he thought. 'Being that it's Nude Day, I'd like to strip you naked, Mom, and have incestuous sex with your beautiful, naked body,' he thought while wishing he could say how he sexually felt to his mother.
Only, he didn't dare. Not wanting to ruin things by rushing things, someway and somehow, his incestuous agenda needed to be her sexual agenda. Somehow, and the only way that it would work was the way that it worked when she came home drunk and horny that night. His mother stripping naked and having sex with her son needed to be her idea. Instead of pressuring her to celebrate Nude Day naked and instead of coercing her for nudity and for sex, he needed to be a bystander. He needed to be the one going along for the incestuous ride.
What would he like to do today? He didn't even have to think what he wanted to do with his mother today. He already knew what he'd love to do with her. Forget about going to the beach today, much like every other day, he'd love to have sex with his mother. Today, much like every other day, he'd love to kiss her and make out with her while feeling her through her clothes. Today, like every other day, in the way he did that one fateful night, he'd love to strip her naked and have passionate, incestuous sex with his mother's naked body.
'Fuck me, Mom. Suck my cock. I need to cum in your beautiful mouth again,' he thought of all that he said to her then was still what he wanted to say to her now. 'Fuck me, Mom. I need to pound your pussy again. Cum Mom, cum. I want to hear you and watch you having a sexual orgasm.'
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He'd love to undress her and strip his mother naked. He'd love to touch, feel, and fondle every part of her beautiful, naked body while fingering and licking her pussy before making love to her and before fucking her cunt hard and fast. In the way that he had already done before, he'd love to give his mother sexual orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock. In the way that she had already done before, he'd love for his mother to give him sexual orgasms with her hand, her mouth, and her pussy.
He'd love for his mother to stroke his cock while sucking his cock after fucking his cock. Only, not wanting to ruin the good mother and son relationship that they enjoyed, he'd never tell his mother how he sexually felt about her and what he sexually wanted to do with her and to her. Instead, ready and waiting to follow her lead, willing to do anything with his mother, he feigned his indifference while imagining her naked again and screaming out his name in sexual passion.
"I don't know what I'd like to do today," he said with a shrug when he knew exactly what he wanted to do today, Nude Day.
Too preoccupied with his mother and son incestuous sexual fantasies to think about boring, non-sexual, summertime activities, such as going to the beach. Now if she wanted to go to a nude beach on Nude Day, he'd be all over that. If she wanted to go to the park with the rest of the crowd celebrating Nude Day topless, naked, and in various manner of undress, he'd love to do that too. He'd love mothing more than making a Nude Day memory with his MILF of a mother by having some naked fun in the sun together.
She gave him her sexy smile that melted his heart and hardened his cock. Her sexy smile made him wonder what she was thinking. Her sexy smile made him wonder if she was thinking what he was thinking. Like mother, like son, hoping they were on the same sexual page, he hoped his mother still sexually wanted him as much as he still sexually wanted her.
"If we left now, we'd beat the crowd," she said turning her head from the fan to look at him. "If we left now, we'd be home early before it got too hot. Then, later, we'd have time to play Scrabble and/or to watch a movie together later."
Forget about playing Scrabble, he'd rather cuddle on the couch with his mother while watching a movie. He'd rather hold her as if she was his girlfriend, his lover, or his wife instead of his mother. He'd rather wait until she pickled herself with gin and tonics followed with tequila chasers before touching her and feeling her where no son should ever touch and feel his mother. He just hoped she was hot enough to wear her sexy, short, sheer, and low-cut nightgown without the modesty of wearing a robe. He'd love nothing more than for his mother to give him down-nightgown views of her big, naked breasts and up-nightgown peeks of her naked pussy.
'Show me your tits, Mom,' thought John. 'Show me your pussy, Mom,' he wished he had the courage to say to her. 'Being that today is Nude Day, Mom, if you show me your naked body, I'll show you my naked body,' he thought. 'If you sexually do me, I'll sexually do you.'
Only, just because it was Nude Day, it wasn't sex day. It was one thing for his mother to show him her naked body but something else entirely for her to allow him to have sex with her naked body. He knew that his mother didn't sexually want him in the way that he incestuously wanted her. He knew that one time that they had sex would never happen again. Still a lifetime of memories, he'd be masturbating over stripping his mother naked while making out with her. He'd be masturbating over his mother naked in bed with him and him having sex with her for the rest of his perverted life.
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Forget about playing Scrabble and/or watching a movie, he thought about going to the beach with his mother on Nude Day. The image of his mother wearing her sexy, white bikini that became transparent, nearly see-through when wet, filled his mind with incestuous thoughts. Before seeing his mother naked, never had he seen so much of her beautiful body whenever she wore that white, sexy bikini after emerging from the water.
As if she was his version of Bo Derek in the movie 10 walking towards him from the shore, she was an 11 to him. Only, perhaps knowing that her bikini turned transparent, she never wore that white, sexy bikini in public. She only wore it to sun and swim in the backyard whenever she thought that he wasn't home to enjoy the salacious and nearly naked view of her. Obviously and alas, she knew her bathing suit was X-rated and not meant for his eyes to see.
Instead of looking at all the other bikini clad women his age walking the beach, he imagined staring at the impressions his mother's erect, brown nipples made in her wet, white, bikini bra. He imagined staring at the dark impression that her black patch of trimmed, pubic hair made in her wet, white, bikini bottom. If seeing that much of his mother's nearly naked body wasn't enough, he imagined even more. He imagined staring up at her camel toe and her pussy slit at eye level when she stood in front of him drying her hair with a towel as he sat on the warm sand.
'She's so sexy,' he thought. 'She's so frigging beautiful.'
He imagined staring up at her as if she was his woman, his girlfriend, and/or his lover instead of his mother. Taking her all in as if she was his personal, porn star, he imagined staring at her as if she was naked instead of wearing her white, transparent bikini. Imagining her sitting on her towel and with him not modestly covering his erection with his hand, he'd allow her to see the lust that he had for her by standing in front of her with his engorged prick tenting his bathing suit. In the way that he'd stared at her bikini clad, ass, tits, and pussy, he wondered if she'd stare at his bulging prick or look away.
With nothing more and better to look at than at his mother wearing her white, nearly transparent bikini, for sure, he enjoyed the view of his mother more than he enjoyed the view of the ocean. He more enjoyed eyeing his mother in her bikini than he enjoyed eyeing other women walking the beach in their bikinis. He'd rather be anywhere with his mother than with anyone anywhere else. If the beach was where she wanted to go, then the beach was where he'd take her. Only, he hoped that she'd wear her white, sexy bikini.
Already sexually excited as much as he was horny and sexually frustrated, he couldn't contain his incestuous lust for his mother while thinking of them together on the beach. A sexy sight to see, he imagined staring at her ass crack when she stood and turned to face the water. He imagined staring at the sexually exciting outline of the back of her pussy mound when she turned and bent at the waist in front of him to dry her legs with her towel. He imagined staring at the impressions her brown nipples made in her bikini top as well as her camel toe and pussy slit that was obviously evident in her bikini bottom.
Not stopping there, he imagined wearing his bathing suit, the one without the netting and the oversized legs, that allowed his erect cock to suddenly drop out and make a surprise appearance. In the way that he'd love for her to flash him her naked breasts, naked ass, and naked pussy, he'd love nothing more than to flash his mother his engorged, naked prick. In the way that he'd leer and stare at all that his mother was showing while wearing her barely-there bikini, he wondered if his mother would stare and leer at his naked prick.
'Oh, my God. I love my mother. I so want to see her naked again. I so want to have sex with her naked body again,' thought John while remembering his mother naked, horny, drunk, and vulnerable.
With her inviting him to join her at the beach, where else could he innocently stare at his mother's big breasts, her erect nipples, her pussy mound, and her ass crack through her nearly transparent bathing suit? Where else could he share his incestuous lust for her by allowing her to see the big, naked bulge of sexual excitement that he had for his mother when escaping from his bathing suit. Only, instead of going to a public beach, he'd much rather she'd accompany him to a private, nude beach.
'How hot would that be for me and everyone else to see my mother naked in public on Nude Day? How hot would that be for my mother and everyone else to see me naked in public on Nude Day? I can't think of a better way to celebrate Nude Day than to be naked with my naked mother on a nude beach,' he thought.
Something he never thought about before but assumed that she didn't know, he wondered if his mother knew her bathing suit turned as transparent as it did when wet. Unless looking at herself in a mirror when wet, how would she know that her bathing suit was so scandalously sexy or incestuously wicked depending upon how one viewed her wearing her bikini in front of her horny son? As if she was on the beach naked, how would she know that he and everyone else could see so very much of her ass, her tits, and her pussy?
'How hot would that be if my Mom was an exhibitionist in the way that I'm a voyeur. Only, she's not like that. Except for that one drunken night that I stripped her naked and had sex with her naked body, she's modestly shy and morally innocent when it comes to nudity and when it comes to sex, especially incestuous sex,' he thought.
There wasn't a pedestal high enough where John could position his mother while, of course, staring up at her bright, white panties beneath her short skirt or ogle her naked pussy up her short, sexy nightgown. There wasn't a level low enough where John could position his mother while, of course, staring down at her tops of her breasts, her cleavage, and bra or ogle her naked tits down her low-cut nightgown. Alas, if she refused to get naked today on Nude Day, he'd have to settle for up-skirt views of her panties, up-nightgown views of her pussy, down-blouse views of her cleavage and bra, and down-nightgown views of her naked tits.
With there no mirrors on the beach, she can't see herself in the way that he can see so much of her through her bikini. If she did know that her bathing suit turned transparent and practically see-through when wet, sexually teasing him, he wondered if his mother was deliberately flashing him bits and pieces of her beautiful and nearly naked body. If she did know her bathing suit turned transparent and practically see-through when wet, he wondered if his mother would dare wear her white bikini to the beach. Alas, maybe the reason why she only wore her white, sexy bikini in the backyard pool was because she does know that her swimsuit turns totally invisible.
'Nonetheless, whether she knew her white bikini was transparent or not, the delicious thought of my mother's exhibitionism sexually arouses me. How hot would that be if she was deliberately flashing me? In the way that she inadvertently or deliberately flashed me her tits, her ass, and her pussy, I'd love to deliberately flash her my erect prick,' he thought while imagining flashing his mother his prick. 'Tits for cock, I'd love to play a game of sexy exhibitionism and voyeurism with my mother.'
In the way that he couldn't help from staring at all that she was showing him and all that he was seeing of her, how could she not know that her bathing suit was the reason why he was staring? Perhaps, transparency is the reason why most women don't wear white bathing suits to a public beach. Then again, perhaps, transparency is the reason why some women wear white bathing suits to a public beach. From now on, he'll be on the lookout for women wearing white bathing suits.
Whether she knew or didn't know that she was flashing, maybe his mother knew her bathing suit became transparent when wet. Maybe she was deliberately flashing him views of her brown nipples, her patch of dark, trimmed, pubic hair, and her ass crack. Wouldn't that be hot if his mother was as much of an incestuous exhibitionist as he is an incestuous voyeur? Why not? Like mother like son, she's his mother after all. Maybe she's just as horny as he is. Maybe she sexually wants him as much as he sexually wants her.
'Nah, my Mom's not like that. She's not a slut or a whore. She's not an incestuous exhibitionist in the way that I'm an incestuous voyeur,' he thought. 'Besides, she's not into mother and son incestuous sex in the way that I am. Then, thinking about that time more than two-years-ago when she was sexually aroused, and when he had his wild, wicked, sexual way with her drunken, naked body, maybe she is like that. Hmm,' thought John while recalling that wonderful, sexual, and incestuous night, 'maybe she wasn't drunk while pretending to be drunk. Maybe she was just horny and as sexually hot for him as he was for her.'
He still masturbated over all that he saw of his mother, all that he did with his mother, and over all that she did with him during that one, credible, wild, drunken night. He only wished they could do it again and again while she was sober. Alas and unfortunately, difficult to get his mother drunk again, his mother wasn't drinking as much now as she was then, especially since that wild, incredible, sex-filled, drunken night.
Seemingly and unfortunately, the only time he could have his incestuous, sexual way with his mother's naked body was when she was drunk and horny after attending a CFNM strip show. Maybe he could get her drunk again. Maybe he could talk her into going to another CFNM strip show and reap the benefits of her horniness, her drunkenness, and her vulnerability when she returned home after the sexy, all male, striptease show. He only wished he could be a fly on the wall to watch how his mother sexually interacted with the strippers. He heard her girlfriends talking that his mother stroked their cocks and sucked their cocks. No wonder why she was horny.
'How hot would that be while waiting for my mother to return home drunk and horny to have sex with me? Then, again, maybe she wasn't drunk. Wow, wouldn't that be something if she wasn't drunk,' he thought. 'Maybe she was pretending to be drunk. Maybe, in the way that I thought that I was having my wild, wicked, sexual way with my mother's naked body, without me even realizing it, she was the one who had her wild, wicked, sexual way with my naked body. Maybe she sexually used me in the way that I thought that I was sexually using her. Wow,' he thought. 'I never thought of that until now.'
* * * * *
He decided to go to the beach with his mother while hoping she'd wear her white, sexy, nearly see-through bikini. After going for a swim and drying off with her towel, whether she wore her transparent bikini or not, he imagined her laying on her stomach while waiting for him to rub suntan lotion on her sexy back and shapely legs. He imagined her undoing the back of her bikini bra for him to rub suntan lotion on her naked back.
A perfect way for him to stare at her shapely ass without her seeing him leering, he loved staring between his mother's legs at the back of her bathing suit clad, pussy mound. With her very active and athletic, his mother had a well-formed back and attractive legs. She had legs like a gymnast from all the swimming she did and tennis she played. He loved touching his mother everywhere, anywhere, even if it was only the back of her legs and/or her back.
Something so erotically foolish albeit sexually exciting at the same time, he wished she had an extra pair of breasts on her back, back breasts. How convenient would that be if his mother had another set of tits, especially when slow dancing? How awesome would that be to cup her back breasts in his hands, feel her back tits, and finger her back nipples while slow dancing? If his mother had back breasts, he'd always be hugging her while feeling and fondling her back tits. Perhaps starting a new trend by implanting back breasts, plastic surgeons could open a whole new revenue stream.
'I love you, Mom,' he imagined saying while hugging his mother, his excuse to touch, feel, and fondle her back breasts while fingering her back nipples.
If women had back tits, depending from the angle and the distance, it would sometimes be difficult to see if they were coming or going. Not stopping there while imagining taking liberty with her imagined back breasts and back nipples, he imagined taking liberty with his mother's nearly naked body by rubbing suntan lotion on the sides of her exposed breasts. The last time he rubbed suntan lotion on the sides of her breasts, daring to move his fingers lower and more to the front of her, he nearly touched her nipples.
Alas, not having the courage to finger her nipples, and with her seemingly not stopping him from doing so, he stopped himself. Just mere millimeters away from fingering her nipples, he fingered her areolas with his fingertips instead. So close and yet so far, maybe this time if he summoned the nerve, he'd finger his mother's nipples. He'd love nothing more than to pull, turn, twist, squeeze, and pinch his mother nipples between his fingers. In the way that he'd love for his mother to finger his cock, he'd loved to finger his mother's nipples.
He loved it when she rested on her elbows and arched her back to look around the beach while her bikini top was undone and laying on her towel in front of her. Whenever she did that, he could nearly see most of the shape and the size of her naked breasts, her areolas, and sometimes even her nipples. Whenever she did that, he was tempted to tickle her or gently rub a feather across her back to make her think that a big bug was walking on her.
He imagined his mother jumping up from her towel without her bikini top. He imagined seeing his mother's big, naked, natural breasts bouncing up and down and swaying side-to-side as she tried to escape from the imaginary bug. He imagined his mother running around him screaming from her fear of bugs while topless and as everyone, including him, stared at his mother topless.
'How hot would that be to ogle my mother's naked tits at a public beach,' he thought.
* * * * *
While massaging his mother's sexy legs as if he was her lover instead of her son, he imagined her spreading her long, shapely legs a little for him to rub suntan lotion in between her lovely thighs. As if he was making love to her naked legs with his hand while slowly creaming them with his warm cum instead of cold, suntan lotion, he imagined her naked. He imagined his mother allowing him to touch, feel, and squeeze her bikini clad ass while fingering her pussy through her bikini bottom. He imagined touching and feeling his mother everywhere that a son never should touch and feel his mother and was forbidden to touch and feel his mother.
Not stopping there, he imagined slowly and seductively moving his hand all the way up the back of his mother's thighs and stopping when his fingertips barely touched and teased her pussy through her bikini bottom. He imagined resting his hand and squeezing her bikini clad ass as if she was his lover instead of his mother. While fingering her pussy through her bikini bottoms with his fingertips under the pretense that he was rubbing suntan lotion on her inner thighs, he imagined making his mother as wet as she made him hard. He imagined his mother becoming so wet and so horny that she'd allow him to masturbate her right there on a public beach.
'Sex on the beach,' he thought. 'I'd love to have sex with my MILF of a mother on a public beach,' he thought while knowing she'd never have sex with him, especially not on a public beach.
Every time he stared at his mother in that white, transparent bikini, he had an erection. Every time he stared at his mother's white, bikini clad ass, he had erection. Every time he stared at the impression his mother's pussy made in the back of her white, bikini bathing suit, he had an erection. Every time he rubbed suntan lotion on her back and copped cheap feels of the sides of her breasts, he had an erection. Whenever around his mother with her wearing her skimpy, transparent bikini, he had an erection. Whether she was fully dressed or in her sexy bikini, suffice to say that he always had an erection when around his mother.
In the way that he wanted to masturbate his mother and had masturbated his mother more than two-years ago, he wanted to masturbate his mother now. In the way that he wanted to masturbate his mother, he wanted his mother to masturbate him. In the way that he fingered and licked her pussy then, he'd love to finger and lick her pussy now. In the way that she stroked and sucked his cock then, he'd love her to stroke and suck his cock now.
Yet, he never caught her staring at the bulge his stiff dick made in his bathing suit in the way that his mother always caught him staring at all that she was showing him and all that he was seeing of her. In the way that he stared at his mother's tits and the impressions her nipples made in her sheer nightgown, she never stared at the bulge his cock made in his pajama bottoms. In the way that he stared at her up-skirt views of her panties and down-blouse peeks of her bra and cleavage, she never sexually stared at hm. He wished she sexually wanted him as much as he incestuously wanted her.
He wondered if his mother knew that he was sexually attracted to her. How could she not know that he was sexually attracted to her? He wondered if his mother knew she sexually aroused him. Again, with him having a big, hard erection whenever he was around her, how could she not know that she made him horny? He wondered if he made his mother as wet and sexually aroused as she made him hard and horny.
Something he may never know, he wondered if his mother deliberately flashed him. He wondered if he made his mother as horny as she made him. He wondered if his mother sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. With his cock making a huge bulge in his bathing suit, how could she not know that he was not only sexually attracted to her but also sexually aroused? In the way that he stared at her and leered at her, how could she not know that he incestuously wanted her?
'I wish I could have sex on the beach with my mother,' thought John again. 'Yet, I'd never dare sexually touch her in the way that I wish she'd allow me to sexually touch her and in the way that I wished she'd sexually touch me,' he thought. 'Just once, I'd love to pretend that she was my girlfriend. Just once I wish my mother would think of me as her lover. Just once, I wish my mother would grope me in the way that I wish I could grope her,' he thought.
John imagined finding a private spot on the beach that was away from the maddening mob of beachgoers. He imagined making out with his mother and instead of calling her Mom, calling her Elizabeth or Liz. He imagined thinking of her as his much older girlfriend and her thinking of him as her much younger man. How hot would that be to pretend they were someone else, other than mother and son, while having sex on the beach?
'I wish I could feel her up when we're frolicking in the water,' thought John. 'I'd cup her pussy while she wrapped her fingers around my cock. I'd slowly slide my finger along her bathing suit clad pussy slit before pushing her bathing suit aside to rub her clit and deeply finger her naked pussy. I'd pull down her bikini top to touch, feel, and fondle her big tits while sucking her erect nipples.'
'With no one able to see what we're doing beneath the water, I wonder if she'd allow me to feel her big tits, squeeze her round ass, and cup her beautiful pussy through her bathing suit while we were submerged,' he thought. 'If nothing more than a new and exciting summertime, beach experience, I'd love to have sex with my mother while underwater. I'd love for my mother to have an orgasm while submerged in water up to her neck. I'd love nothing more than for my Mom to stick her hand down the front of my bathing suit and stroke my erect cock,' he thought. 'I'd love her to masturbate me again before sucking me again.'
* * * * *
With him daydreaming of having sex with his mother again and with her still waiting for him to respond to her idea of going to the beach, now was his perfect time to ask her what he really wanted to ask her. What did he have to lose? Either she'd say was yes or she'd say no.
Today, Nude Day, was the perfect day to see how far she'd sexually go with him in willingly and voluntarily stripping herself naked. With her sober, she wouldn't have the excuse of being drunk and not knowing what she sexually did. Who knows, maybe she'd surprise him? Maybe she'd want to do something sexually wild and forbiddingly crazy. Maybe, at the very least, she'd agree to go to a nude beach with him on Nude Day. How awesome would that be to celebrate the naked holiday while naked with his naked Mom?
'I love you, Mom,' he thought again while overwhelmed by her beauty and sexuality.
He looked at her as if she was a Goddess instead of his mother. He stared at her as if she was a movie star or a celebrity instead of his mother. He leered at her as if she was a beautiful, sexy, mature woman he had picked up at a bar and brought home for the evening to have hot sex.
"Since today is Nude Day, Mother..." he said while pausing to imagine his mother naked with nothing but a flower in her hair and a big smile on her face. Being that she was the one who brought up going to the beach, he made his pitch while hoping that she was thinking what he was thinking. "I thought we'd do something different," he said taking a chance while eagerly waiting for her to respond.
He gave her a sexy smile while gulping down his incestuous lust with the thought of seeing his mother naked again. He paused to allow her to digest that today was Nude Day but when he said Nude Day, instead of being as sexually excited as he was, she looked at him and made a disapproving face. Yet, still worth a try, unfortunately, already saddened, he now knew that she'd never strip herself naked in front of him again without her being drunk and horny.
Disappointment erased his incestuous lust for his mother. Now he knew that he'd never see anything more of his mother than up-skirt peeks of her panties and down-blouse views of her cleavage and bra. Now he knew that what happened more than two years ago was a lucky fluke and would no doubt never happen again. Now he knew that she was, indeed, drunk when they had incestuous mother and son sex. Now he knew that he'd never see his mother naked again. Yet, his consolation prize, he still saved the hope of seeing his mother in her transparent, white bikini at the clothe only beach instead of the nude beach or in the backyard sunning herself after swimming.
"Nude Day?"
She looked at him as if he was crazy. She looked at him as if there was something wrong with him. She made a disapproving face again while looking at him as if he was making up such a naked holiday as Nude Day. She made a telling face that told him that just as she'd never want him to see her naked. She made a sour face that told him that she didn't want to see him naked either.
'Oh, God,' he thought while confronting an uphill struggle of trying to convince her to go to a nude beach with him on Nude Day. 'Doesn't she remember that I already saw her naked? Doesn't she remember that she already saw me naked? Doesn't she remember us having forbidden, incestuous sex? Obviously, she was too drunk to remember us naked and having sex,' thought John. 'Then again, perhaps just playing me, maybe she wasn't drunk and maybe she does remember.'
John stared at his mother as if he was undressing her with his eyes. He stared at her as if she was standing before him in her bra and panties. He stared at her as if she was standing before him topless. Imagining her how he remembered her while masturbating himself, he stared at her as if she was naked. Then, not done there, he stared at her as if he was standing before his mother naked and with a huge erection. He stared at his mother as if they were already having incestuous sex.
"Yes, today, July 14th, is Nude Day," he said giving her a sexually excited smile. "As long as we confine ourselves to approved areas, such as public parks and beaches, today is the one day that everyone is legally allowed to be naked without fear of arrest for lewd and lascivious behavior and public indecency."
Alas, instead of looking at him with sexual excitement and forbidden, incestuous lust, she gave him a cold, dead, expressionless stare. In the same way that she looked at him when he had an accident with her car, she looked at him now. In the same way that she looked at him when he came home drunk at two in the morning, she looked at him now. Obviously and without a doubt, he'd have an uphill, impossible to navigate road in convincing his mother to strip off her clothes in celebration of Nude Day.
* * * * *
Yet, after years of sexually and incestuously lusting over his mother while masturbating over his mother, a day he'd never forget and would always remember, there was that one time on her fortieth birthday when she came home drunk. His mother was drunk. The first time seeing his mother drunk, he couldn't believe she was drunk.
"Mom? Are you okay?" He looked at her with as much concern as he looked at her with sexual excitement. His mother was drunk. Maybe this was his chance to touch her, feel her, fondle her, undress her, and have sex with her. "You're drunk," he remembered saying to her when she staggered in the house after being dropped off by her friends.
She looked at him as if she was seeing two of him. When she spoke, she slurred her words and when she walked, she stumbled. With her coming home so very late and so very drunk, he felt as if he was her father instead of her son and she was his drunken daughter instead of his mother.
Wild, incestuous, sexual thoughts flashed through his mind. He had the urge to put her over his knee, pull up her short skirt to expose her white, bikini panties, and spank his mother's panty clad ass for coming home late and coming home drunk. One of his sexual fantasies come true, he'd love nothing more than to pull down her panties and spank his mother's shapely, naked ass. In the way that she had humiliated him over the years, he had the urge to humiliate her too but, unbeknownst to him, she had something else in mind that was much better than just a naked spanking.
"So, what if I'm drunk?" She made a who the fuck are you face at him. "After watching all those hot men parading around me naked at the CFNM strip club, I'm not just drunk but horny too," she said. Giving him a sexy smile and a naughty look, she looked at him as if he was one of the strippers instead of her son. "Being that this may be my last hurrah, aren't I allowed to have some, hot, sexy fun on my fortieth birthday?"
Following behind her in the way that Devil used to do and as if he was her trained dog instead of her obedient son, when she walked in her bedroom, he followed her. As if she was his personal, porn star, he watched her brush her blue-black hair in the mirror and reapply her lipstick to her full lips. Then, not expecting her to do what he wanted to do with her, she caught him by surprise in a surreal sexual moment.
As if he was having a sexual fantasy while awake, she walked to him and pressed her drunken body up against his horny body. In a moment of pure sexual fantasy, she reached her hand down to fondle his cock through his jeans. His mother was groping his cock through his jeans in the way that he wanted to grope her big breasts though her blouse and bra and her shapely ass through her short skirt and panties. John couldn't believe his mother was touching his prick, albeit through his clothes.
Then, she kissed him. She parted his lips with her tongue and French kissed him. His MILF of a mother French kissed him. He couldn't believe his mother French kissed him. He couldn't believe he was making out with his mother while she was feeling his erection through his jeans.
'I don't believe this,' he thought. 'This is unbelievable. This is my sexual fantasy come true.'
He stared at her as if she was someone else's mother. He stared at her as if she was a woman he had picked up at a bar and brought home. He stared at her as if this was her sexual fantasy come true as much as this was his sexual fantasy come true. Unable to take his eyes off her, he stared at her as if he wanted to continue kissing her, strip her naked, and have forbidden, incestuous sex with her naked body.
"Mom, you're drunk," he said.
Not pushing her away but holding her around her waist while wondering how far she'd willingly go with his illegal, incestuous affair between a mother and her son. She gave him a sexy smile while reaching around him with both her hands to grab his ass and hump him as if she was the man and he was the woman. His mother humped him. He couldn't believe his mother sexually humped him.
'Oh, my God,' he thought.
As if she was giving him a not so subtle hint for him to fuck her, his mother sexually humped him while cupping his ass in both her horny hands. In the way that he had always wanted to hump his mother, especially when she was bent at the waist doing her gardening, he couldn't believe his mother sexually humped him now. Wild with sexual excitement, he was tempted to push his mother back on her bed and strip off her clothes. In the way that she had just humped him, he wanted to hump her, albeit harder and faster while they were both naked.
'As if giving me a not so subtle hint to fuck her, I can't believe my mother humped me,' he thought.
Horny now, forget about spanking her naked ass, he was tempted to push her over on her bed, lift her short skirt, pull down her white, bikini panties, take out his cock, and hump her naked pussy. Only, even though he wanted to fuck his mother doggie style from behind, he didn't dare. She was his mother and he was her son. How awkward would that be the next morning? What would he possibly say to her then?
'How did you sleep Mom,' he imagined asking her the next morning?
He imagined her looking at him and giving him a sexy grin and a naughty look.
'I had a dream that you bent me over my bed, lifted up my skirt, pulled down my panties, and fucked me,' he imagined his mother replying.
Feeling as if he was the man, albeit the incestuous man who had sex with his mother, he imagined responding in kind to her.
'Thank you for last night, Mom,' he imagined saying while giving his mother a shit eating grin.
Instead she continued her sexual fantasy intertwined with his sexual fantasy.
"You didn't give me a birthday kiss," she said slurring her words. "You owe me forty birthday kisses and one for good luck," she said giving him a big, sexy smile. "I'm ready for my birthday kisses now," she said leaning towards him and puckering up her lips before she kissed him in the way that he imagined her kissing the male strippers.
Only, she didn't give him a motherly peck in the way that she always did before. Instead, she parted his lips with her tongue again. She kissed him with love, passion, and sexual desire. She kissed him in the way that his ex-girlfriend used to kiss him. His mother gave him another long, wet kiss. His mother French kissed him. John couldn't believe that his mother parted his lips with her tongue and French kissed him. Giving her forty, French kisses, he couldn't believe he was making out with his mother.
'Fuck me,' he thought while staring at his mother with his eyes wide open and while kissing and kissing her. 'I don't frigging believe this. I can't believe my mother is French kissing me.'
As if he was her boyfriend instead of her son, his mother was kissing him. She was French kissing him. As if she was his lover instead of his mother, he was making out with her with sexual passion and incestuous desire. Not stopping him, he felt her big tits through her blouse, fingered her erect nipples through her bra, and squeezed her shapely ass through her short skirt and panties. His MILF of a mother allowed him to touch her and feel her where no son should ever touch and feel his mother. If allowing him to feel her sexy and shapely body wasn't enough, he couldn't believe his mother's tongue was buried in his mouth.
He couldn't believe his mother was French kissing him while she felt his growing erection through his jeans and underwear and while he felt her tits and ass through her clothes. Kissing and kissing each other, she acted more like a horny teenager than a mature woman. Acting more like a whore than his innocent and morally modest mother, she acted more like someone he picked up and brought home than she acted like his mother.
Continuing to make out with his mother, he acted more as if she his prom date or his ex-girlfriend than she was his mother. Treating her as the incestuous whore that he never knew that she was, he took sexually advantage of his drunk and horny mother. Not satisfied, never sexually satisfied, and always wanting more, he reached beneath her short skirt and squeezed her ass through her panties before cupping her pussy through her panties.
Not only was she drunk but also she was so horny, sexually frustrated, and vulnerable. Giving him the green light, she allowed him to continue touching her, feeling her, and fondling her through her clothes while kissing her. Continuing to consensually allow him to do whatever he wanted to do with her drunken body, she allowed him to undress her. She allowed him to strip her naked. If that still wasn't enough, she allowed him to have sex with her naked body. As horny as he was, she was as just horny as she was sexy and just as sexy as she was vulnerable.
* * * * *
As if it happened yesterday instead of more than two-years ago, he'd never forget that night as long as he lived. Stroking his cock nearly every day, he still masturbated over touching her and feeling her while making out with his mother. Rubbing his prick nearly every day, he still masturbated over fingering and licking her pussy and her stroking and sucking his cock. Fondling himself nearly every day, he still masturbated over making love to her before fucking her. Stroking, rubbing, and fondling his dick nearly every day, he still masturbated over hearing and watching his mother having sexual orgasms that he gave her with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock.
She was as drunk as she was horny. His mother was drunk and horny. She was so drunk and so horny. He had never seen his mother drunk and/or horny before. On that one, wonderful night, his incestuous fantasy come true, she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. With just one time not nearly enough, if only just for one more time, he only wished that he could not only see his mother's naked body again but also have sex with this mother's naked body again.
Something he'd never forget and will always remember as if it happened last week or last month instead of more than two, long, sexually frustrating years ago, he undressed his mother. Nervous as all Hell, not only couldn't he believe that he was making out with his mother but also that she was making out with him too. Not only couldn't he believe that he was touching her, feeling her, and fondling her through her clothes but also that she was touching him, feeling him, and fondling him through his clothes too. Not only couldn't he believe that he undressed his mother but also he couldn't believe that she allowed him to strip her naked.
Not only couldn't he believe that she allowed him to strip her naked but also that she wanted him to strip naked. Only, he didn't have to strip her naked because she practically stripped herself naked. One slow button at a time while looking to see what each unbuttoned revealed, he unbuttoned and removed her blouse while kissing her. Having seldom seen anything of his mother's beautiful body before, he stared at her standing before him in her sexy, low-cut bra. Looking at him with as much sexual excitement as he was staring at her, he couldn't believe he was seeing his mother in her bra.
He remembered touching her through her bra and fingering the impressions her nipples made when he fingered them through her brassiere as she stared down while watching him touching and feeling her. He loved his mother's big, bra clad breasts. Soft yet firm, her big, bra clad breasts felt so good in his horny hands. Just as he couldn't believe his mother allowed him to strip off her blouse. He couldn't believe that he was feeling his mother's breasts while fingering her nipples through her bra.
'Thank you, Jesus, for allowing me to sexually touch and feel my mother's bra clad breasts.'
Then, while waiting for her to stop him, rebuff him, and scold him for undressing her and taking advantage of her while she was drunk, he unbuttoned, unzipped, and removed her short skirt while kissing her. He couldn't believe his mother allowed him to remove her blouse and now remove her skirt too. As if she was a woman he paid for the night, his mother stood before him in her sexy bra and bikini panties. In the way that her morals had fallen and were now uninhibited, he watched her short skirt slowly fall and her modesty abandon her.
'My mother is standing before me in her bra and panties. I can't believe I'm seeing my mother in her underwear,' he thought while being as shocked as he was sexually excited.
Then, not done there, as if her ass belonged to him, he felt, squeezed, and slapped her shapely ass through her panties. So shockingly forbidden, he not only couldn't believe he was slapping his mother's panty clad ass but also that she allowed him to slap her panty clad ass. After giving her forty, wet birthday kisses and one for good luck, he gave his mother's panty clad ass forty birthday slaps and one for good luck.
Yet, something that was as curious as it was odd, the harder that he slapped her panty clad ass, the harder that she wanted him to slap her panty clad ass. Never thinking that she enjoyed pain, he never figured his mother was enjoying her ass being slapped hard either. In the way that her ass should have hurt from him slapping her panty clad ass, his hand hurt from slapping her ass.
"Harder, John. Slap me harder. Harder. Slap my ass harder. Harder," she said and harder he slapped.
Still not done sexually using and abusing his mother, excited to sexually touch and feel her through her clothes where no son should ever sexually touch and feel his mother, he cupped his mother's pussy through her panties. He couldn't believe he had his mother's panty clad cunt in the palm of his hand. If it wasn't enough that he had felt her tits and fingered her nipples through her bra, he couldn't believe that he was feeling his mother's ass and pussy though her panties too. As if the Devil's incestuous playground was open with him stripping his mother down to her panties and bra, going along for the ride, he touched and felt her everywhere through her underwear.
'She has such an incredible body for a forty-year-old woman,' he remembered thinking. 'I love feeling her in my arms while she's dressed in only her panties and bra. I love feeling her tits and fingering her nipples through her bra as much as I love feeling her ass and her pussy through her panties.'
He would have been satisfied making out with his mother. He would have been sexually satisfied removing her blouse and seeing her in her bra. He would have been sexually satisfied feeling her tits and fingering her nipples through her bra. He would have been sexually satisfied removing her short skirt and seeing his mother in her panties. He would have been sexually satisfied spanking his mother's ass through her panties. He would have been sexually satisfied feeling her ass and pussy through her panties but his mother wanted him to do more. As if he was her lover instead of her son, his mother wanted him to sexually do everything.
"Touch me, John. Feel me. Spank me. Undress me. Strip off my clothes," she said as if she was his sexy girlfriend instead of his MILF of a mother.
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Obviously not done undressing her, with her ready and willing for him to strip her naked, as if there was a drumroll of suspense going off in his head, he reached behind her to unhook her bra. With her not stopping him but encouraging him instead, he was unhooking his mother's brassiere. He couldn't believe he was unhooking his mother's brassiere. Something he thought that would never happen and that he'd never do, he couldn't believe he was about to remove his mother's brassiere. Something he thought that he'd never see and something he never thought that she'd never willingly and voluntarily show him, he couldn't believe he was about to see his mother's naked breasts.
'I can't believe I'm about to see my mother's naked tits. I don't believe this,' he remembered thinking. 'I'm about to see my mother's naked breasts. I'll be masturbating over this wonderful night for the rest of my perverted life.'
As if he was John Travolta as Vincent Vega in Pulp Fiction opening Marsellus Wallace's briefcase, played by Ving Rhames, and being stunned by what he was saw, he slowly and seductively removed his mother's bra. Perhaps because they were his mother's breasts and not some cheap slut who'd allow him to have his wild, wicked, sexual way with her topless body, he was more sexually excited than he had ever been. These were his mother's naked breasts. He couldn't believe he was about to see his mother's naked tits. He couldn't believe his mother was about to allow him to see her naked tits.
Removing one slow bra strap at a time from her shapely shoulders, he couldn't believe his eyes when he peeled her bra cups from her naked breasts. He couldn't believe he was seeing what he was seeing when he saw his mother's naked tits. Unable to stop himself from staring, he leered at his mother's naked breasts as if he had never seen naked tits before. He stared at his mother's naked breasts while summoning the courage to touch them, feel them, fondle them, and suck them.
"Tell me and be honest," she said looking at him as if he was her boyfriend instead of her son. As if she was a Sport Illustrated bathing suit model, she posed seductively for her son. "What do you think of your mother's tits?"
She inhaled a big breath to puff out her naked chest more before turning one way and turning the other way. Modeling for him topless, she acted as if she was a topless model auditioning for a part in a fashion show. Posing for him, she acted as if she was an actress auditioning for a nude part in a movie. Continuing to pose topless for him, she acted as if she was an artist's topless model. She took as much pride in showing her son her naked breasts as much as he took pride in seeing his mother's naked tits. As if looking to see his reaction, she looked down at herself before looking at him.
"You have amazing breasts, Mother. They're so big, so round, so full, and so shapely," he said staring at her naked breasts as if he had never seen naked breasts before.
Then, the moment he had been waiting for, he gasped before holding his breath while she took his hand in her hand and pressed it to her chest. She placed his hand on one naked breast before she placed his other hand on her other naked breast. He was touching his mother's naked breasts. Afraid to dare move his hands to fondle her breasts and finger her nipples, he couldn't believe he was touching his mother's naked tits.
'Oh, my God,' he thought. 'Oh, my God. I don't believe this. I can't believe this. Pinch me. I'm dreaming. I'm touching my mother's naked tits.'
Something he thought he'd never be allowed to do, he was touching his mother's naked tits. Something he always masturbated over doing, he couldn't wait to masturbate over touching his mother's naked tits now. Even more unbelievable, she wanted him to touch, feel, and fondle her naked tits. She stared at him touching, feeling, and fondling her naked breasts in the way that he stared at her while touching, feeling, and fondling her naked breasts.
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"Touch me, John," she said. "Feel my tits. It's okay. I want you to feel my tits. Don't be shy. Don't be afraid. This will be our little secret. No one will know what we do behind our closed, bedroom doors," she said. "Touch me, John, touch me while kissing me. Feel my breasts, fondle my breasts, finger my nipples, and suck my tits," she said.
There before his horny eyes was his mother's big, naked breasts. Just as he couldn't believe he was seeing her naked tits, he couldn't believe she was allowing him to touch, feel, fondle, and suck her naked breasts. Perhaps because she was his mother and he was biased but she had the best tits he had ever seen. She had tits way better than any of his ex-girlfriend's tits. Perhaps because they were his mother's tits and he was biased but she had breasts that were better than any Playboy Playmate in any Playboy magazine. If any woman could have exquisite tits, his mother had exquisite tits. As much as he loved his mother, he loved his mother's big, naked tits.
Suffice to say, quite the understatement, he couldn't get enough of his mother's tits. Suffice to say, again quite the understatement, he wanted to have sex with his mother. Now, in addition to touching, feeling, fondling, and sucking his mother's tits, he wanted to finger her pussy while licking her pussy. He wanted her to stroke his cock while sucking his cock. He wanted to make love to his mother before fucking his mother. He wanted to have sex with his mother every day, twice a day, morning and night.
So round, so full, and so shapely, with her having the breasts of a younger woman, her big breasts barely sagged at all. She had amazing breasts for a woman her age. Now, instead of just staring and leering at them, when she moved his hand to her naked breasts, he couldn't wait to really touch them. As she asked him to do so, he couldn't wait to feel and fondle them while kissing her and fingering her nipples. Just as he couldn't wait for his mother to suck his cock, he couldn't wait to suck his mother's erect nipples again and again.
Seemingly so surreal, as if in a dream or a sexual fantasy, his mother's naked breasts were right there before his horny, incestuous eyes. He remembered seeing them in the way that he had never seen them before, close up, and will never forget seeing the entire size and shape of her naked breasts. He saw her brown areolas and her brown nipples. These weren't just anyone's tits, these were his mother's tits. These weren't just anyone's areolas and nipples, these were his mother's areola's and nipples.
'I can't believe my eyes. This is unbelievable,' he thought while touching, feeling, and fondling his mother's naked breasts while fingering her nipples
Just as he couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's naked breasts, he couldn't believe he was feeling, fondling, and sucking his mother's naked breasts. Just as he couldn't believe that he was seeing his mother's naked breasts while feeling, fondling, and sucking her tits, he couldn't believe she was allowing him to see, feel, fondle, and suck her big tits. With her giving him plenty of sexual fodder, he'd be masturbating over seeing, touching, feeling, fondling, and sucking his mother's big tits for as long as he shall live.
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Still not done undressing her, he needed to further sexually violate his mother by removing her panties. It was one thing to remove her blouse, her short skirt, and her bra but it was quite another thing to remove her panties. It was one thing to see his mother in her sexy underwear but it was quite another thing to remove his mother's bra and panties to see his mother naked. If it wasn't enough that he had just seen his mother topless, he was about to see his mother naked.
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