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"You went through my underwear drawer?" Not even waiting for him to respond, she shot him a dirty look before verbally attacking him and raising her voice with each question. "Where you feeling my bras and checking the tags for the size of my breasts while imagining you were feeling my bra clad breasts or sucking my naked tits? Is that what you do? You imagine feeling Mommy's tits while fingering Mommy's nipples? Is that why you go through my drawer of brassieres?"

He was so tempted to say yes. Only, she looked at him as if he was a monster instead of her son. She looked at him with anger. Yet, even though she looked at him with outrage that he invaded her privacy by going through her lingerie and watching her personal, private, 40th birthday, pool party video, she looked at him with a flash of sexual excitement.

'Is she sexually aroused? What was that about?'

Not letting him get away with it, obviously determined to make him see his mistakes, she continued lambasting him and haranguing him.

"Were you feeling and sniffing my panties while imagining feeling me when I'm in them? Is that what you do? You imagine feeling Mommy's ass and pussy? Is that why you go through my panty drawer? Must I put a lock on my lingerie drawer Robert? Must I padlock my bedroom door to keep you out of my personal things?"

Again, he wanted to say yes, that he feels and sniffs her panties while imagining her in them. Yet, even though he was full of shame, remorse, and embarrassment, all of that was superseded by his sexual excitement. He gave her with a pitiful albeit sexually excited look.

"Sorry," he said really not meaning it.

She looked at him with anger before looking at him with compassionate understanding.

"Sorry? Is that all you have to say for yourself?" She shot him a look of disappointment. "You don't look very sorry to me."

He felt like such a shit that not only for violating his mother's privacy but more for being caught. Had she not walked in on him, with her never knowing that he saw her topless and naked, he would have watched the entire video. Had she not walked in on him, he would have masturbated at least two more times. He would have seen her naked. As if in a drug induced daze, he would have masturbated himself over and again while watching his mother's 40th birthday, naked, pool party video.

"Sorry," he said again as if he was Matt Damon playing Will Hunting when caught by Professor Gerald Lambeau, the Massachusetts Institute of Technology's math professor, while writing the correct answer on the hall blackboard in Good Will Hunting.

She looked at him as if he was nuts and he was. He was nuts over her. If he was crazy, he was crazy with incestuous lust for her.

"Must I take you to see a psychiatrist for professional help? How dare you invade my privacy in such a disgusting, incestuous, sexual way by masturbating over my 40th birthday video? How dare you take advantage of my trust? What's wrong with you Robert? What's wrong with you? Why are you so sexually attracted to me, your own mother? It's not right. It's not normal. It's just nasty."

Now he felt like the pervert that he is. Having never seen her as mad, as if he was a bad dog caught going through the garbage or caught peeing on the carpet, he put his head down. Only, he wasn't sorry. He was too sexually excited to be sorry. He saw her tits and she saw his erect cock. She caught him masturbating and watched him cum. He couldn't wait to masturbate again while envisioning his drunken mother topless and waving her bikini bra over her head. If he was sorry about anything, he was sorry that he didn't have the time to watch the whole damn video. He was sorry that he didn't have the chance to see his mother naked.

'Naked, naked, naked,' he wished he could have seen his mother naked. If only he saw her naked, he'd had masturbation fodder for the rest of his life.

In the way a dog lifts his paw up in a defiantly aggressive move, his cock was still standing at attention while waiting for her to touch it, stroke it, suck it, and fuck it. Obviously, in the way that he was so very sexually excited that his mother stood there staring at his exposed prick, even if she was looking at his cock with disdain and disgust, he'll never forget her watching him masturbate himself and watching him cum. He wasn't sorry. Not at all. If he was anything, he was happy.

Obviously, he wasn't sorry that he went through her underwear drawer. He wasn't sorry that he routinely feels her bras while imagining feeling her breasts through her blouse and bra. He wasn't sorry that he feels and sniffs her panties while imagining kissing his mother and reaching beneath her short skirt to feel her panty clad ass and pussy. Just as there's no way that he was sorry for flashing her his cock now, there's no way that he was sorry that he watched her 40th birthday, naked, pool party video. For sure, he wasn't sorry that she caught him masturbating and for sure he wasn't sorry that she saw him cum.

Absolutely for sure, he wasn't sorry that she saw his cock, watched him masturbate, and saw him cum. With the image of her topless still playing through his mind as if a looping video, he surely wasn't sorry that he watched that 40th birthday video of his mother topless. Topless, topless, topless, matter of fact, he couldn't wait to watch it again to see her naked tits. He couldn't wait to watch it again to hopefully see his mother naked. Naked, naked, naked, now that he knows she's naked on her video, he couldn't wait to watch the video again and to finally see his mother naked.

Topless, topless, topless, he finally saw his mother topless. He finally saw her tits, her areolas, and her nipples. Naked, naked, naked, now he couldn't wait to see his mother naked. In addition to seeing her tits, he couldn't wait to see her ass and her pussy. He couldn't wait to watch her sexy video again while masturbating himself.

If all of that wasn't enough, she saw his erection and watched him cum. Oh, my God. He'll never forget this day. He'll be masturbating over this one sexual experience that he had with his mother for the rest of his life. He only wished she had reached out and touched his erection. He only wished she had wrapped her hand around his naked cock and stroked his erect prick. He only wished she had taken him in her mouth and sucked him to a harder erection before allowing him to cum in her mouth.

"Sorry Mom," he said again. Only, he wasn't sorry. If anything he was happy. "I, um, was just horny. I, um, was hoping to find topless and/or naked photos of you when I found your video."

She stared at him as if he had wrecked her car or killed her dog.

"Please remove the video from the DVR and return my personal, private property where you found it. No, never mind, I'll do it. I don't want you going through my underwear drawer again," she said. "I'm very disappointed in you Robert, so very disappointed," she said ejecting the video, turning off the DVR, and turning off the TV. "How dare you ruin my trust that I have in you by invading my privacy?"

In the way that he wanted to lift up her short skirt, pull down her panties, put her over his knee, and spank her naked ass, he wondered if she was disappointed enough in him to give him a spanking too. He'd love nothing better than to feel his mother's naked ass while spanking her. Actually, she has been bad, very bad, for having sex with so many different men and for allowing them to give her a cum bath. Seemingly a different boyfriend every few months, it was hard to keep track. Yet, not all her fault, these married men have been using her for sex.

Nonetheless her promiscuous sex life, he wondered if she was disappointed enough in him to pull down his pants and underwear and put him over her knee to spank his naked, ass red too. He'd love nothing more than to feel his mother's soft, warm hand on his bare-naked ass. In the sexually aroused way he felt right now, if she spanked his naked ass, humping her leg in the way of the dirty dog that he is, he'd cum all over her leg. He wouldn't mind being submissive to his mother and allowing her to control him and boss him around, as long as she gave him sex.

'Robert, mop the kitchen floor, vacuum the whole house, walk the dog, take out the trash, and dinner better be on the table when I come home,' he imagined her giving him her orders for the day.

'Yes Mother,' he imagined replying.

'If you're a good boy, maybe I'll allow you to sleep with me in my bed,' he imagined her saying with a wink and a sexy smile.

* * * * *

Lost in a sexual fantasy of his mother being his Dominatrix, he returned himself to present time to answer her.

"Sorry Mom," he said while quickly changing the subject with his next response. "What are you doing home? I thought you'd be gone the entire weekend celebrating Nude Day with someone special," he said without the accusatory, possessive, and jealous tone that he had before.

She looked from him to look at the jar of gel and the boxes of tissues before looking back at him.

"Obviously, judging by your masturbation aids, you were happy to be home alone without me," she said looking at his masturbation supplies. "With the jar of gel and the box of tissues, it looks like you had your whole weekend planned," she said with a snide, little laugh before giving him a disappointed sneer.

An unemployed college graduate, suddenly he felt like that loser that he is. He looked from her to look at his masturbation aids before returning his focus to his mother.

"I can't help my hormones mother. You were my age once. You know what it's like to be horny and not have someone sexually in your life," he said with a shrug and without apologizing.

He fell silent for a minute while studying her.

"You need to find a job so that you have money enough to go on a date and have a girlfriend. Everyone needs someone," she said with compassionate understanding.

He looked up at her and nodded his head in agreement.

"So why are you here instead of celebrating a romantic Nude Day on a boat somewhere in the Atlantic Ocean with someone special? With us enjoying this mild patch of winter, I thought you'd be on your way to Provincetown, Woods Hole, or Martha's Vineyard by now," he said covering his erection with his hands that showed through his pajama bottoms.

She looked at him with hurt and sadness.

"Yeah, well, I most definitely wanted to go on a romantic cruise and would have celebrated a passionate Nude Day with my special someone," she said with a long, sad pause. "Only, once again, my special someone isn't as special as I thought he is. Just before we left the dock, I saw there were five other men aboard the boat instead of five other couples. Once again, I was the only woman," she said looking at him with sadness while he looked at her with sexual excitement. "Once again, I was the sexual entertainment. They all thought that they were all going to have their wicked, sexual way with me for the entire weekend."

As long as she was a willing and consensual participant, he'd love to watch his mother being gangbanged by six men. Only, she didn't look so willing. She looked hurt and angry. She looked embarrassed that she had blurted out her sexual confession.

"Sorry Mom that your weekend was ruined," he said.

She suddenly looked so sad. She looked at him as if she was about to cry.

"Obviously just like the last time, I was going to be their gangbang entertainment," she said surprising him by being so forthcoming about what happened to her.

She revealed even more of her sexual life than he heard eavesdropping on her personal, private phone conversation with her now ex-boyfriend.

"Sorry Mom," was all that he could utter when instead he wanted to hold her and comfort her.

Remaining silent to allow her to continued, he wanted to remove the focus from him.

"Then, when he lowered the sun visor in his car to retrieve his sunglasses, a picture fell on the car seat of his wife and three kids," she said with anger. "He was about to take me on a romantic Nude Day cruise when he's married with children, the pig. Not only did he lie about there being six couples instead of six drunken, horny men on the cruise but he's married with children."

Feeling her pain, he looked at her with sadness.

"That bastard," he said.

He had a good mind to go down to the dock and beat the shit out of her boyfriend.

"There was never going to be a romantic Nude Day cruise. I was just there for the sexual entertainment of his friends," she said falling silent before speaking again. "Just like the last time, he expect that I'd suck them all and fuck them all while he videotaped it all."

He looked at her with understanding. He looked at her with compassion. He looked at her with as much lust as he looked at her with love now that he knew there was a videotape of his mother somewhere of her having gangbang sex with six men. There's a videotape of her receiving a cum bath. There's a videotape of her sucking and fucking six men.

"Sorry, Mom," he said again while not knowing what else to say when all he wanted to do was to masturbate over the thought of watching her videotape.

She looked at him with frustration.

"Obviously that picture of his wife and kids was a picture that he forgot was there and forgot to hide. He claims he's getting a divorce but I heard that lying line before from men. Besides I could tell by the look in his eyes that he only wanted me for one thing and that one thing wasn't love," she said looking as if she was about to cry. "That one thing was sex, gangbang sex with him and his five, horny friends for the whole weekend."

They looked at one another without speaking before he spoke.

"Sorry Mom," he said removing one of his hands from covering his erection that tented his pajama bottoms to touch her hand with his.

She looked down at his hand in the way that he always stared at her the impressions of her big breasts made through her clothes.

"Much like all of the other men I meet, with none of them wanting to commit, he only wanted me for sex," she said with sadness. "I'm tired of being used and abused for sex. And then to find you watching my private video of me naked with your hand around your cock while cumming is just too much for me to take," she said giving her son a sad look. "To find out that my own son is no better than any man who's sexually used and abused me is difficult for me to understand."

Now, having disappointed her, he felt like such a shit. He felt like all of the other men in her life who only wanted to sexually use and abuse her. Even though she ruined his weekend of masturbation while watching her X-rated video, he was glad that she was home with him for Nude Day. With him only seeing the part of the video where she was topless, he couldn't wait to watch the video again to see her naked. Only, she took the video and wherever she was going to put it, now having to wait until she wasn't home again, he'd have to go looking for it again.

Maybe the other video is here somewhere too. Maybe her ex-boyfriend has that video or maybe she demanded that he return it before she left. Maybe the video is in her pocketbook. Now, even more excited over her gangbang video than he was over her 40th birthday, pool party video, he couldn't wait to watch them.

Robert looked at his mother with as much love as he looked at her with lust. Only, if he knew she'd be home, he would have scraped up a few dollars to buy her flowers. He knew that thoughtful gesture would go a long way in improving her mood. Thinking she wouldn't be home until Nude Day was over, he figured that when she did come home, she'd be on cloud nine after having a romantic weekend away and having sex with her boyfriend all weekend long.

"I'm so sorry Mom," he said meaning it this time.

He stood and stepped to her to hug her and, just as he was about to put his arms around her, she stopped him with a stiff arm to his chest.

"Eww. Gross. Go wash your hands please before you touch me," she said. "Matter of fact. Please take a shower. You smell like sex. You smell like cum," she said holding her hands up to her shoulders as if he was diseased. "And don't say sorry Mom again. Just go take your shower while I clean my recliner with disinfectant."

"Okay," said Robert.

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Robert used the guest bedroom bathroom instead of the master bedroom bathroom to shower. While his mother was away for her romantic, Nude Day weekend with her current boyfriend after dumping the last boyfriend who only wanted her for sex, he was hoping to use her bathroom. He didn't understand any man who was unable to commit to his mother. As far as he was concerned, she was special. A quality, one in a million type of woman, she was the most beautiful and sexy woman that he knew.

If he wasn't her son, he'd do her. If she wasn't his mother, he'd vow his love to her and commit to her. Yet, being that he's her son, he'd still do her mother. Only, his mother would never do him. His mother may be a slut, even a whore, but she's not an incestuous whore.

Sadly, his mother wasn't sexually attracted to him in the way that he was sexually attracted to her but she was staring at his exposed prick before he covered it with his pajama bottoms. Then again, she was staring at his exposed cock on the stairs as she was leaving and again when she caught him masturbating. Perhaps his mother is as horny as he is. Perhaps his mother is as sexually attracted to him as he is to her. Wouldn't that be something if she was? Perhaps the reason why she can't keep a boyfriend is because she wants him.

She's so sexy. She's so beautiful. More than her sex appeal and beauty, she's intelligent and talented. Maybe with her being so mechanically inclined and with her knowing as much about car repair and home renovation as the average man did, perhaps men found her intimidating. Able to support and care for herself, perhaps men wanted a woman who was more needy and clingy.

Seemingly unable to find a man to commit to her, with the free time she had by not dating, she spent her time remodeling and redecorating her house. Just remodeled, her bathroom is much nicer and bigger than his smaller and outdated bathroom. While imagining showering with her and imagining her naked, he would have enjoyed showering in the same space and in the same place where his mother showered her beautiful, naked body. He'd love nothing more than to masturbate in her shower knowing that his mother showers and possibly masturbates there too.

Wishing he was one of her boyfriends instead of her son, he could only imagine how hot it would be to shower with his mother. He could only imagine what it must be like to be with her naked in the shower while soaping up one another's naked bodies. He could only imagine what it would feel like to push her wet, naked body up against the slate wall of her shower and hump her while fucking her. Wanting to masturbate again, this time over the imagined image of showering with his mother and over his mother having a gangbang, there's so much that he wished he could sexually do with his mother than just masturbating over the video of seeing her tits.

Replaying all that happened again over in his mind, he still couldn't believe that she saw his erect prick. He still couldn't believe that she watched him masturbate. He still couldn't believe that she saw him cum. He still couldn't believe that he saw her tits. What a day? What an unbelievable day. Never forgetting this Nude Day as the day he jerked off in front of his mother while staring at her tits, he'll be masturbating over this day for the rest of his life.

Only, just as he started enjoying his shower while thinking about masturbating again to all that just happened, something she's never ever done with him before but always wishing she would, his mother barged in the bathroom and opened the shower door. With the warm water, along with his sexual fantasy of showering with his mother heating his incestuous passion for her, he stood there for her to see him in all of his glory before he realized that he wasn't alone. As if he was having a sexual fantasy of his mother standing there staring at his naked body, he couldn't believe his mother was standing there outside of the shower while staring down at his semi-hard cock.While spanking the monkey, there's nothing like a long, hot shower, literally and figuratively...with Mom.

As soon as Donna opened her son's bathroom door, feeling the cold air rushing in his warm bathroom, Robert knew there was someone in the bathroom with him. Suspecting it was his mother, who else would it be, instantly he was sexually aroused. Maybe she needed to get something from his medicine chest, a bandage or a pain pill. Why ever she was there, with her in his bathroom while he was naked, he was tempted to open the shower door to flash her his cock. He was tempted to emerge from the shower naked and dry himself with a tiny face cloth while she watched.

"Honey, if you used a bigger towel, you wouldn't be continually flashing me your cock," he imagined her saying.

Being that the only other person living there with him was his mother, he knew his mother was in his bathroom while he was taking a shower. Maybe she wanted to talk to him. Maybe she had something important to say. Maybe she was leaving to go out and what she had to tell him was something that couldn't wait. Maybe she needed something that was in his bathroom.

Were it not for all the steam that covered his glass, shower door, she'd see him naked. Giving him more to masturbate over besides seeing her tits on her 40th birthday video, he'd love for his mother to see him naked. Only, why was she in the bathroom while he was showering? She never enters his bathroom when he's in here. She never invades his privacy in such a brazenly bizarre way.

"Mom? What are you doing? I'm taking a shower," he said.

When he saw his mother standing there standing outside his shower door, unable to stop himself from doing so, instead of stroking his cock for her, he had an involuntary reaction to cover his nakedness from her, so he did. Even though she couldn't clearly see him as he couldn't clearly see her either, involuntarily, he still lowered his hands to cover his penis, testicles, and pubic hair from her detection nonetheless. In direct opposition to what he really wanted to do, instead of protecting his modesty, being that she was standing there in his bathroom, he immorally, immodestly, incestuously, and shamelessly wanted to flash her his cock. He so wanted to expose his prick to his mother again in the way he had just done before when she caught him masturbating and when his cock poked out of his pajama pee hole when he rushed down the stairs to help her with her suitcase.

Confused, ashamed, and embarrassed, no doubt the same emotions his mother felt when she caught him watching her nude video, he didn't know why she burst in his bathroom while he was showering but she did. Just standing there staring, she was watching him taking a shower in the way he imagined barging in her bathroom to watch her take a shower. Where his favorite movie, "Spanking the Monkey" left off, a son helping his mother shower after she broke her leg, he'd love nothing more than for his mother to help him shower while massaging his third leg. He'd love nothing more than for his mother to strip off her clothes and climb in his shower with him. Only, nothing more than a sexual fantasy, something like that would never happen.

Yet, even though he recently discovered that his mother is a slut, she's not an incestuous whore. She'd never solicit him for sex in the way that he'd love to initiate having sex with her. She's his beloved mother, albeit a mother that he'd love to fuck. Obviously, for her to rant over him masturbating while he watched her naked video, she doesn't sexually want him in the way that he sexually wants her. Nonetheless, with her standing there for a period of time watching him stroke himself before he noticed she was standing there, she was staring at his cock and she stayed to watch him cum.

Tits, ass, and pussy for cock, ass, and balls, now that she's standing in his bathroom while he's showering, he wondered if it was acceptable for him to stand in her bathroom while she was showering. He always wanted to barge in on his mother when she was dressing, undressing, and/or showering. Only under what pretense would he give as the reason why he was in her bathroom while she showered? He could always say that he had something really important to tell her, something that couldn't wait until she was dressed. He could say that he had a splinter and needed to borrow her tweezers.

A sexual fantasy he had over again while masturbating and wished would come true, he imagined watching his mother washing herself through her glass, shower door. Not ruffled by his brazen attempt to see her naked, he imagined his mother stepping out of the shower naked and asking him to hand her a towel. He imagined handing her a facecloth. He imagined her drying her naked body in front of him with that tiny, revealing facecloth while they made small talk. In the way that she now parades around him in her panty and bra, he imagined her walking around him while topless and/or naked.

The next progression, he'd love nothing more than for his mother to walk around him naked in the way that he'd love to walk around her naked. Only and again, with her not being the incestuous whore that he wished she was, something like that would never happen. Lucky that she walks around him in her panty and bra, something she never did before. It wasn't until he graduated college to live with her that she walked around him in her underwear. Yet, she'd never walk around him topless and/or naked. For sure and without a doubt, if she walked around him topless and/or naked, the next logical progression in their incestuous relationship would be to have sex.

Yet, the unanswered question remains, why was she in his bathroom while he was showering? Knowing his mother as well as he does, giving him a taste of his own medicine, in the way that he had invaded her privacy by snooping through her panty drawer and taking her video, obviously she's now invading his privacy too. Only backfiring on her, he doesn't care if she sees him naked in the way that she's obviously embarrassed for him to see her topless and/or naked. In the way she's morally modest, he's immorally immodest. He'd love nothing more than to flash her his cock again and again.

With her already in a mood after she discovered her boyfriend is married with kids, obviously, this is just her being pissed. With her already in a mood that her Nude Day cruise was ruined, no doubt, this is just her being bitchy. With her already in a mood after discovering that her boyfriend just wanted to use her to sexually satisfy his friends again, sadly yet understandably and regrettably, she probably now hates all men. With her already in a mood after catching him watching her 40th birthday, naked pool party video while masturbating, she's probably not too crazy about him either.

A son who'd masturbate over his topless mother is perversely perverted and despicably deranged. Obviously and psychologically there's something wrong with a son who'd want to have sex with his mother. Unable to help himself from ogling her nearly naked body, with her walking around him in her barely there bikini, her bra and panties, and/or her sexy, low cut, short nightgown, he can't help himself from staring, leering, and ogling while lusting sexually over his mother. He can't help himself from masturbating over the incestuous thoughts of seeing his mother naked and having his sexual way with her.

In the way she never allows anything to slide by him without her disapproving comment, no doubt, she's probably in his bathroom to scold him with more crap about him invading her privacy. Confident in her demeanor and boldly opinionate, a woman of substance, his mother is a strong and intelligent woman, the kind of women that he hopes to marry one day. By invading his privacy in the way he did to her, she probably thinks she's teaching him a lesson for going through her underwear drawer in the way that he did for him to find her naked video. Yet, worth whatever punishment she dishes out to him, short of her throwing him out of her house, he saw her tits.

He saw her topless. He saw the sexy shape of his mother's beautiful C cup breasts. A sight to behold and a sight he'll never forget, he saw his mother's areolas and nipples. An image she can never remove from his horny, incestuous mind and a sight he's been longing to see, he saw his mother topless. He'll be masturbating over that video for the rest of his life. Only, now on a mission, his task is to find that video again and watch it all the way through. For the time being, if he does nothing else with his life, his life's mission is to see his mother naked.

Now that he knows his mother is naked on the video, maybe her girlfriends are topless and/or naked too. Maybe she or two of her girlfriends had sex with one another. Maybe his mother is a closet lesbian. Maybe she's bi-sexual. Maybe she enjoys licking pussy as much as she enjoys sucking cock.

'Wow!' He'd love to see his mother with another woman as much as he'd love to watch her having sex with a man. 'Wouldn't that be something to watch?'

Maybe there were naked men at her naked, birthday, pool party. Maybe she or some of her girlfriends had sex with them. In the way of Pamela Anderson, Paris Hilton, and Kim Kardashian's sex tapes, maybe his mother's birthday video is nothing more than a sex DVD. He'd love to watch his mother sucking and fucking a multitude of men while imagining her sucking and fucking him too.

'Wow!'

Maybe she's jealously, sexually excited that he saw her naked and now she wants to see him naked too. With her obviously embarrassed that she thinks he had already seen her naked body, even though he had only seen her topless, she probably thinks that she'll embarrass him by seeing him naked too. No doubt with her thinking that he had seen her naked, she's probably humiliated and pissed that he watched her naked video while masturbating over her naked video. Only, instead of embarrassing him by coming in his bathroom while he's showering, she's sexually exciting him. If anything, she's empowering him. Now, he won't think twice about walking in her bathroom while she'd showering or barging in her bedroom while she's dressing or undressing.

Just by the thought of his mother seeing him naked and seeing his cock, he already has an erection. He'd love nothing more than for his mother to see his erect cock again. He'd love nothing better than for his mother to take a shower with him. He'd love nothing more for his mother to stroke his erect prick before sucking his erect prick and before fucking his erect prick. An unbelievable prelude to Nude Day, he can't wait to masturbate over all that's happened today.

With her naked in the part of the video that he hadn't yet seen, he only wished she had given him time to watch the rest of it. Obviously, she was probably totally grossed out that he masturbated himself over her perceived naked body in that video while seated in her precious, red leather recliner. What kind of sick son masturbates over his topless mother? Taking incest to the nth degree, when she's his mother and he's her son, how dare he masturbate in her chair over watching her naked, pool party video? What's wrong with him for him to do that?

Taking incest to the nth degree, when he's her son and she's his mother, how dare she barge in his bathroom while he's taking a shower? What's wrong with her for her to do that? Now that the incestuous ice is broken, he couldn't wait to barge in her bathroom while she was taking her shower. He couldn't wait to barge in her bedroom while she was dressing or undressing. He couldn't wait to see her topless and/or naked.

With her now standing in his bathroom while he's showering, hoping that she wants to see more, perhaps she enjoyed the masturbation show that he gave her. He liked thinking that it sexually excited her to watch him stroke his cock. He liked thinking that it sexually aroused her to watching him cum. Perhaps, his mother is just as horny as he is. Perhaps his mother sexually wants him as much as he sexually wants her. If she's not horny and if she doesn't sexually want him, and if she doesn't want to see any more of his naked body, then why is she here now in the bathroom with him while he's showering?

Baffled by her bizarre behavior, he watched her through his fogged up shower door standing there and staring at him. He watched her stare down at his hand covering his cock and testicles before she stared back up at him. A look he had never seen on her face before and a look that he routinely has on his face when staring at her, she had a sexy look on his face. It was then that he wondered if she was thinking what he was thinking and what he was thinking was having sex with her.

Instead of standing there in her low cut top and skintight jeans, the clothes she returned home wearing, she was standing there in her low cut bra and sheer, sexy, bikini panty. With him accustomed to seeing his mother in her panty and bra, he didn't think of anything in seeing her in her underwear. His only thought was why was she in his bathroom in her underwear now? Unable to even imagine her reasons for doing anything she does, he had no idea. He only wished she'd strip off her underwear and join him in the shower.

With her never entering his bathroom before when he was showering, he didn't know why she was there now. With him always imagining her entering his bathroom while he was showering, he was happy that she was standing there now. Even though she couldn't see him very well and he could barely see her through all of the steam, as if he was imagining her, it still sexually excited him to see her standing there. He wondered what she wanted. He wondered why she was standing there staring at him in the way that he envisioned himself staring at her should he ever find himself standing in her bathroom while she was showering.

With him always imagining entering her bathroom while she was showering, he didn't dare invade her privacy in the way that she invaded his privacy now. Only, now with her standing there staring at him and watching him, maybe this is his green light to do the same to her too. With her lathering her naked body with soap, he imagined watching her washing her tits, her pussy, and her ass. He'd love nothing more than to watch his mother taking her shower. He'd love nothing more than to take a naked shower with his naked mother. Pushing her up against her cold, slate wall, he'd love nothing more than to have sex with her in her newly remodeled shower.

"Mom?" Then, when she opened his shower door, stepped in the shower with him, and closed the shower door behind her, he couldn't believe his eyes. "What are you doing?"

Suddenly he felt like Norman Bates from the Bates Motel or like Ray Aibelli from Spanking the Monkey. Suddenly he felt like Jimmy West in Little Boy Blue or Bubby in Bad Boy Bubby. As if she stood beneath a waterfall in some remote tropical island, in a minute her bra and panty were totally transparent. As if she was standing there naked, clearly, he could see her nipples and her trimmed patch of blonde pubic hair. In a minute, she was all wet, sopping wet. She was so wet. As if standing there naked, he could see every perfect line, fold, and crease of her beautiful body.

"Being that you've been so very horny lately," she said staring down at his hand that covered his cock while running a slow tongue across her lips. "Obviously you were horny enough to invade my privacy by snooping through my lingerie drawer. Obviously you were horny enough to masturbate while watching my naked, pool party video."

He looked down at where she was looking in embarrassment.

"I'm sorry, Mom," he said yet again.

Unable to look at his mother, he kept his head down in shame.

"Sorry? You're not sorry," she said as if she was scolding her dog or her prepubescent child.

Truth be told, he wasn't sorry. Instead of apologizing to her yet again, he had the urge to strip off her bra and panty, push her up against his shower wall, and fuck her, really fuck her.

"You're right Mom. I'm not sorry that I saw your birthday video. If anything, as you already know, I was sexually excited and sexually aroused enough to masturbate over you. If I'm sorry about anything, I'm sorry you caught me watching your video while masturbating over you," he said. "If I'm sorry about anything, I'm sorry that I wasn't able to watch your video over and again."

She gave him an understanding smile.

"Obviously, never crossing your mind, you were horny enough that you didn't care that I'm your mother and you're my son. Apparently it doesn't make a difference to you that what we're doing now with me standing in your shower with you naked and me practically naked is incestuous behavior and something that a mother should never do with her son," she said.

Even though she deemed this as incestuous, instead of feeling that he was doing something wrong, he felt that he was doing something normal, natural, and right.

"If anything, it feels right and not bad," he said justifying why he wasn't feeling guilty of not only wanting to see his mother naked but also in wanted to have sex with her.

Instead of disagreeing with him or arguing with him, she gave him an understanding nod.

"Not wanting to make an issue of you invading my privacy in too much of a negative way, I realize that it's your hormones driving your perverse actions. Instead of continuing to berate you and make you feel bad about yourself, I thought I'd give you a sexy treat for Nude Day," she said with a sexy smile instead of an angry look.

'Huh? What? A sexy treat?'

What just happened that changed her from an angry bitch back to his sexy MILF of a mother? He had no idea. Yet, whatever happened to transform his mother back to the way she was before she caught him watching and masturbating over her DVD, he was happy. He was glad that he hadn't ruined their close relationship by going through her lingerie, watching her video, and masturbating over the sight of her big tits.

He liked her better this way with her standing in his shower while in her see-through panty and bra and with him standing there naked next to her. Tempted to do so and not sure why he wasn't, he felt so much closer to her that he wanted to hug her and kiss her. He imagined pushing her up his shower wall, stripping off her underwear, and having sex with her right here and right now.

Yet, amazed that she was standing there in her underwear while getting all wet, he couldn't even guess what she wanted. Of course the obvious reason would be that she wanted sex but, in the way that Norman Bates could never tell with his mother, he could never tell with his mother. Hoping beyond hope, but knowing better even with her standing in the shower with him, he hoped that she was going to shower with him.

Rub-a-dub-dub having some sexy fun with Mom in the tub, he'd love nothing better than to soap up his mother after she lathered his naked body too. In the way she's always done whenever he was nervous or upset, she smiled her reassurance. With his cock very dirty, very dirty indeed, he hoped that she thoroughly washed his prick with her hand before washing it clean with her mouth.

"After seeing all of those videos that you saved as favorites on my computer, I know you enjoy watching Japanese mothers bathing their sons," she said giving him a sexy smile before bowing to him. "I'm here to bathe you," she said with a sexy laugh.

'Shit. She's here to bathe me? He couldn't believe his ears.'

Suddenly embarrassed and feeling as much of a pervert as he truly is, he forgot he had saved a bunch of porn to her computer as his favorites. Usually, he saves nothing to her favorites and erases his cookies but with her gone for the weekend, he didn't think he'd have to do that until Sunday night. With her gone for the weekend, he'd thought he'd be alone with his bad self while masturbating over her DVD. Yet, now standing in the shower naked with his nearly naked mother, this is much better.She grabbed a facecloth and filled it with soapy water. Then, as if she was washing her car in a thin cotton dress without wearing underwear in Cool Hand Luke with George Kennedy and Paul Newman watching, she held the facecloth in front of her chest and squeezed. As if the sudsy soap was cum flowing down her shapely, sexy body, he stared at his mother in the way those chain gang prisoners stared at that woman sexually teasing them while washing her car in her skimpy dress while wearing nothing underneath.

"Oh, my God," he said while imaging that soapy water was his cum.

As if he was having a sexual fantasy while awake, he couldn't believe his mother was sexually teasing him.

"Oops," she said rubbing soapy water all over her bra and panties in the way that the sexy woman washed her car with soapy water in Cool Hand Luke. "Being that you've already seen me naked on my video, what does it matter if you see me in my soaking wet bra and panty now," she said rubbing her underwear clad body up against him.

With her standing behind him and with her hands on his shoulders, she pressed her underwear clad body against him. Perhaps it was just his imagination but he thought he could feel her nipples through her thin, wet bra rubbing up against his back. He turned to face her with his hands still covering his cock and looked down at all that she was showing and all that he was seeing. Her bra, totally transparent was sopping wet, as well as her panties. As if she was standing there naked without underwear, he could clearly see his mother's big tits, her areolas, her nipples, and her trimmed blonde pussy.

'Oh, my God.'

His sexual fantasy come true, he couldn't wait to masturbate later over all of this. With all what he's seeing of his mother's beautiful body now, he'll be masturbating over this day for the rest of his life.

"Just because I'm standing here in my sopping wet and now totally see through bra and panty with you naked doesn't mean that I want to have sex with you. Just because I'm standing here in my sopping wet and now totally see through bra and panty with you naked doesn't mean that I'll allow you to have sex with me," she said as if scolding him again for staring at her.

She looked down at herself as if to see what he could see of her before looking up at him and giving him a sexy smile. Obviously pleased with all that she saw of herself, she knew that he could see a lot.

"I, um, wasn't thinking about having sex with you, mother," he said lying.

Not believing him, she rolled her eyes and sighed her disbelief.

"Being that you've watched my video and have already seen me naked and I've already seen your erect penis while watching you masturbating and cumming, perhaps we can make a new cohabitation arrangement where nudity is no longer a big deal," she said.

'What? Huh?'

A new cohabitation arrangement where nudity is no longer a big deal? Be still my heart. Definitely, with her being his modest and moral mother, from her walking around him fully clothe in her bathrobe, to her walking around him in her bra and panty, and now with her agreeing to walk around him naked, obviously nudity is the next progression. Perhaps, next, they'll be having sex. Actually what she proposed made sense.

"Naked?"

He looked at her as if he was dreaming her and she really wasn't there in his shower with him but she surely was there with him.

"Why not?" She shrugged as if nudity was suddenly no big deal. "Removing the mystery surrounding sex and the stigma of seeing one another naked, perhaps with you always seeing me naked and me always seeing you naked, as if we're living as nudists, you'll no longer feel the need to invade my privacy."

"I'd like that," he said imagining parading around his mother naked while she paraded around him naked too.

Now that she was standing there in her sopping wet underwear, wishing she'd remove it, he couldn't wait to see her naked.

"Being that you've already seen me naked on my video, what does it matter if you see me naked again now? With you already knowing what I look like without my clothes and with me already knowing what you look like without your clothes," she said looking down and staring at his cock. "The mystery, the shame, and the embarrassment is gone."

Naked? She's naked in her video? Only, he didn't see her naked. He couldn't believe he had a naked video of his mother and he didn't see anything of her past seeing her tits. With her standing in the shower with him in her soaking wet, see through underwear, for thirty seconds, he forgot that she said she was naked in her video. Somehow and someway, wherever she hides it, he needs to find that video. He needs to watch all of it over and again while masturbating. Somehow, he needs to make a copy of it.

With her coming home unexpectedly, he didn't have a chance to watch her naked video in its entirety. He only saw the part where she was topless. He never got beyond seeing her tits before shooting his load and before his mother came home to catch him masturbating while watching her video. Yet, not wanting to ruin a good thing by telling her that he didn't see her naked, he pretended that he had seen her naked. He pretended that he had watched her video in its entirety.

Then, as if it wasn't enough that she was standing in his shower in her underwear, as if she was a stripper on stage teasing her all male audience, she reached around herself to unhook her bra. He couldn't believe his mother was removing her bra. Twice in one day, he couldn't believe he was going to see her tits again. Only, this time, with her standing next to him in his shower, he'll be seeing her tits up close and personal instead of merely on a television screen.

While watching him staring down at her bra clad breasts, she removed her bra straps before she removed her bra one, slow, bra cup at a time. She dropped her bra to the shower floor and put her arms by her side. Arching her back, she puffed out her chest as if she was proud to show him her tits. Indeed, he was proud of her tits too. She had beautiful breasts so symmetrical and so shapely.

'Fuck me,' he thought to himself holding his breath.

She was topless. His mother was topless. As if she was replaying her video in his shower, his mother was topless. Just a mere foot away from him, her naked tits, areolas, and nipples were right there in front of his horny eyes. He couldn't believe all that he was seeing of his mother.

"Oh, my God, Mom, you're so beautiful," he said staring at her naked tits.

Not only was his MILF of a mother topless but also she was standing in the shower with him naked while she was topless. What a day? This is such an unbelievable day, the best day in his life. He saw her tits, her oval areolas, and her erect nipples. As if he was dreaming, he couldn't believe his eyes. His mother was standing before him nearly naked and topless with just her panties covering her pussy and ass.

He so wanted to touch her tits, feel her tits, and fondle her tits while fingering her nipples. With the water running down his back, he so wanted to lean forward and take her nipples in her mouth to suck them. Yet, one slow step at a time, he didn't want to frighten his mother. He didn't want her leaving his shower. Afraid he'd make her realize what she was doing and what she had done, he control his sexual urge to feel his mother's tits.

Then, tucking a manicured fingernail in her panty band, she slowly slid her panties down and off. Naked, naked, naked, his mother was naked. He couldn't believe is mother was naked. Taking her all in and memorizing every fold of her beautiful body, as if in slow motion, he saw her tits and her trimmed blonde pussy. Then, when she turned and bent to pick up her bra and panty from the shower floor and opened the shower door to toss them unceremoniously in the bathroom sink, he saw his mother's perfect, naked ass.

'Oh, my God. She has such an incredible ass,' he thought.

He so wanted to hump her. He so wanted to fuck her. He so wanted to have sex with her right there in the shower. He so wanted to put a heavy hand to her shoulder, force her to her knees, and stick his stiff prick in her warm, wet mouth. He so wanted his mother to blow him. He so wanted to cum in her mouth and watch her swallow his cum,

"Now I can bathe you," she said.

'What? Huh? Bath me?'

He couldn't believe what he was hearing. As if he was dreaming or having another one of his sexual fantasies, not only he couldn't believe his mother was standing in the shower with him naked but also that she offered to bathe him. As if he was in a fog from the steam of the shower, his mother just offered to bath him. As if he was the star in a Japanese video, he couldn't believe his mother offered to bath him. Hoping she'd pay more attention to washing his dirty cock, he couldn't wait to feel his mother's soft hand on his hard prick. Maybe once she washed him, she'd allow him to wash her too.

"Bathe me? You want to bathe me?"

Suddenly he felt embarrassed enough to cower and cover his nakedness from his mother. Something he never understood when watching Japanese sons and sons-in-law being washed by their mothers and mothers-in-law, the men all cowered and covered themselves when their mothers and/or mothers-in-law entered the bathroom. Yet, here he was doing the same thing. In the way that those Japanese men do when being bathe by their mothers or mothers-in-law, he was now cowering and covering his nakedness with his hand while his mother was ready to bathe him.

"With us eventually walking around one another naked, perhaps you won't feel the need to masturbate as much as you do and I won't have to put a lock on my lingerie drawer," she said with a laugh.

Walking around naked? She suddenly thinks it's okay to walk around naked? She wants to walk around naked in front of him. She wants him to walk around naked in front of her. She wants to live like a nudist.

What's wrong with this picture? What's wrong with his mother? Is she drunk? Is she high? Is she crazy? Did she have a sudden blow to the head?

He didn't know what to say to her. He didn't know how to answer her. What could he possibly say other than to utter his sexual excitement of seeing his mother walking around him naked while he walked around his mother naked? Naked, naked, naked, he couldn't wait to live his life with his mother naked.

"I'd like that," he said. "I'd like us to shed our clothes and be more open and honest not only about our bodies but also who we are."

What a crock of shit? Open and honest, his ass. He just wanted to see his mother's tits, ass, and pussy on a daily basis. He just wanted his mother to see his cock, ass, and balls on a daily basis. He was just hot and horny for his mother.

"Then, maybe one day, if the moment is right, with us both mature adults, I don't see anything wrong with us sexually pleasuring one another," she said giving him a sexy smile before giving him a wet kiss.

'Oh, my God! His mother just kissed him, French kissed him. Is she kidding me? Maybe one day, if the moment is right, with us a both mature adults, she doesn't see anything wrong with sexually pleasuring one another. Pinch me, I'm dreaming.'

This is not happening. If he had a dream, a sexual fantasy, this would be it. It's as if his mother read his mind to give him his sexual fantasy. With her standing beside him naked, telling him it's okay for them to be naked in front of one another, and giving him hope that one day they'll sexually pleasure one another, he couldn't believe what he was hearing. He couldn't believe his mother just French kissed him.

With her standing naked with him naked in the shower too, he wonder if the moment was right now. It certainly felt right to him. He's ready to give her sex. He's ready to continue French kissing her while feeling her naked body. He's ready to have sex with his MILF of a mother. He's ready to push her down to her knees for her to suck him before pushing her up against the tile wall to fuck her. He's ready. He's ready now.

She French kissed him again. He couldn't believe his mother was kissing him, French kissing him. Blowing his mind, his mother was French kissing him. His mother was making out with him. With her naked body plastered against his naked body, he felt his erection pushing up against her soft belly. Not wanting to ruin a good thing by being prematurely aggressive, even though he couldn't wait to feel and fondle her big breasts, finger her nipples, squeeze and feel her ass, and finger her pussy, he didn't dare touch her.

Now that he knows there's a possibility of them sexually pleasuring one another and of them having sex, he couldn't wait to touch her and feel her where a son should never touch and feel his mother. He couldn't wait to move between her shapely legs and lick her trimmed, blonde pussy. He couldn't wait to make sweet love to his mother before fucking his mother hard, really pounding her pussy. He couldn't wait for the day when she took him in her hand and stroked his cock before sucking his cock.

"I'd like that," he said again while unable to verbalize anything else. "I'd love nothing more than to have sex with you, Mother."

She looked down at him looking down at her.

"You may touch me," she said. "As long as it's consensual and not forced, I don't mind you feeling my breasts and fingering my nipples. I don't mind you rubbing my clit and fingering my pussy and I wouldn't mind you feeling and squeezing my ass." Then, moving his hand to the front of her, he rubbed her clit while fingering her pussy. In the way that he was so very hard, she was so very wet. "As long as you're gentle and respectful, I don't mind you taking sexual liberties with my naked body."

Immediately, his hand felt her naked breasts and fingered her nipples while his other hand felt and squeezed her naked ass. In the horny way that he groped her body, she groped his body too. She took his already erect prick in her hand and fondled the head of his cock with her manicured fingers before ever so slowly stroking his prick.

"Oh, my God, Mom. I can't believe this is happening," he said.

She looked at him as if there was something wrong with him for not thinking that her wanting to bathe him and perhaps even have sex with him was normal.

"What's not to believe? With us prematurely celebrating Nude Day, the day of nudity, what better way for a mother to celebrate Nude Day with her son by the both of us getting naked. What better way for a mother to show her son that she loves him by bathing him. Women routinely bathe their men in Japan, so why not continue that tradition here in our house? What better way for a mother and son to show one another how much they love one another by having sex?"

He was stunned. Not only was he in his shower naked with his naked mother but she Frenched kissed him. She gave him permission to touch and feel her naked body while French kissing her. She decided that they should walk naked in front of one another. Lastly and most importantly, she decided that it was okay for them to sexually pleasure one another.

"I can't wait for us to have sex mother," he said pulling her to him and kissing her while touching and feeling her naked body.

As if she was a running back giving a stiff arm to a defensive end, she stiff armed and pushed him back. Just as she changed before, she changed again. First changing from her bitchy self to a mother who enters her son's bathroom while he's showering and offers her son sex, now she returned to her bitch self again.

Was this all just a ruse? Was this just her way to get back at him for invading her privacy? Was she just teasing him? Is she having a breakdown? Is she having mental issues?

Yet, what did any of it matter? He saw his mother naked? He felt what it would feel like to kiss his mother, really kiss his mother, French kiss his mother. Moreover, he got to touch and feel his mother's naked body while French kissing her again and again. Last but not least, she felt his cock. She held his prick in her hand while fondling him.

"Only, I'm not ready to give you sex yet. I'd much rather we take it slow. I'd rather take my time in teaching you how to make love to me so that you'll know how to make love to other women. I'd much rather not rush this," she said.

Take it slow? He'll take it any way he can get it as long as he can have sex with his mother.

"Whatever you say, Mother," he said while feeling her tit and fingering her nipple.

As if he was a pesky fly, she brushed his hand away with her hand.

"It's enough that we've seen one another naked. It's enough that I allowed you to touch and feel me and I touched and felt you. Maybe later, if the moment is right, you can sleep with me. As long as you respect me and don't try to force yourself on me sexually, I don't mind you sharing my bed," she said giving him another deep, wet kiss.

Dizzy with sexual delight, he couldn't wait for maybe later. Maybe later was tonight or tomorrow night. Now that he's seen her naked and she's seen him naked, he couldn't wait to have sex with her. He couldn't wait for her to suck him. He couldn't wait to lick her pussy. He couldn't wait to fuck her cunt, his mother's cunt.

Finally, he was going to have sex with his mother. Finally, he was going to cum in her mouth and in her pussy. Finally, his mother was going to make him a man, a sexual man by not only teaching him how to make love to her but how to make love to women. Finally, maybe he'll get to give his mother a cum bath.

As if he doesn't know that already, he knows how to make love to a woman. Duh? He's had sex with women before. He knows what to do. Yet, playing along with her, if that's the game she wants to play, he's willing to play along with her too. If she wants to be his sexual teacher, then he's willing to be her sexual student.

"I'd like that," he said yet again while not knowing what else to say.

* * * * *

That night, Friday night, four days before Nude Day night, Donna walked in the living room dressed in only her sheer, low cut, short, sexy nightgown and wearing nothing underneath. Giving him a good look of her naked body beneath her nightgown, she said something that he never thought he'd ever hear his mother say.

"Being that tonight is the first night of our Nude Day celebratory weekend together, tonight is the night of love and passion," she said giving him a sexy look. "Would you like to sleep with me tonight? Would you like to share my bed?"

Even though she asked him twice, she didn't have to ask him twice. As if imagining something that she didn't say, he looked at her with excited shock. Thinking that he was going to have sex with his mother, he couldn't wait to get into bed with her.

"Yes," he said immediately without even thinking about it.

She gave him a stern look that quelled the sexually excited look that he had on his face.

"Now I don't mean that we're having sex," she said. "I apologize for getting your hopes along with your erection up," she said looking down at his cock that already tented his pajama bottoms. "We can just talk, cuddle, and spoon. Okay?"

A bit sexually frustrated but nonetheless with his foot in her bedroom door and his horny body in her bed, he was certain that something would happen during the night.

"Okay," he said with some obvious disappointment but happy enough just to be invited to sleep in the same bed with his mother.

As if teasing him and playing a game with him, she looked at him and smiled at his disappointment. Obviously, even though she said she wasn't ready to give him sex, he suspected she was ready to give him sex. In the way that he's ready to give her sex, he'll have a better chance to change her mind once he's in bed with her.

"Maybe if you're good, I'll give you some sexy pillow talk," she said.She looked at him with love while he looked at her with lust.

"I'd like that," he said while hoping that she'd masturbate him while talking dirty to him.

He stared at all that she was showing through her nightgown. He'd love for his mother to give him dirty pillow talk while he returned the favor.

"We can cuddle and we can spoon but that's it. I mean it Robert. With this our first night together, I don't want to rush things. I don't want us getting bored with one another," she said as if she already has all of this planned out in her mind.

Doing his best to hide his sexual lust, he looked at her and smiled his affection while imagining her on her knees and looking up at him with her big, blue eyes with his hard, hairy cock in her mouth.

"Okay, Mother," he said as if he was Norman Bates after his mother, Norma Bates, invited him to sleep with her in her bed.

As if she was a school girl asking a boy out on a first day, she suddenly looked so shy and so demure. Only, there was nothing shy and demure about his mother. If anything, she was a sexy minx. If anything, hiding it under the pretense that she'd be teaching him how to be a sexual man and a good lover, it was obvious that she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her.

"As if we're experiencing our own version of Masters and Johnson's sex course, I want us both to take this slow," she said giving him a sexy look. "Just as sex is always ruined with men only wanting me for only one thing while rushing through it, I need to teach you, my son, my special man in my life, how to make love to a woman while removing sex from the equation," she said.

"I'm willing to learn Mother," he said.

"That's good because if you're willing to learn and if you're willing to be patient with me and not ruin it by having sex right away, then I'm willing to teach you how to properly romance, seduce, and make love to a woman. I promise you, as your graduation gift from my love making course that I will give you the best sex you've ever had," she said.

So that's it. Because of how men have sexually used and abused her, she's determined to make a real man out of him. She's determined to teach him how to better treat a woman. That's okay as long as he can have sex with his mother. He doesn't mind playing the good man as long as he can sexually use and abuse his mother's MILF of a body.

"I'm willing to learn Mom," he said. "I'm willing to have you teach me how to make love to a woman."

He imagined his mother being his sexual education teacher and his lover. He imagined his mother giving him the best sex he's had in his life. He imagined cumming all over his mother's hand, on her tits, all over her face, in her mouth, and in her pussy. He imagined giving his mother orgasms with his fingers, his mouth, and with his cock. He couldn't wait to be in bed with his mother. He couldn't wait to hold her, cuddle with her, and spoon her while talking dirty to her. He couldn't wait to have sex with his mother.

"First things first," she said. "In the way that Alex, played by Malcolm McDowell in Clockwork Orange was made to watch disturbing videos of sex, violence, and debauchery, your punishment is to watch my naked video over and again."

'What? Huh?'

Punishment? She thinks that she's punishing him by allowing him to watch her naked video over and again? Well, that's one punishment he's looking forward to having.

"Okay," he said willing to agree with anything she had to say.

She walked up to him and kissed him, French kissed him, in the way she did when they were naked in the shower. Immediately, he wrapped his arm around her waist. Dropping his hand to her perfect ass, he felt his mother's backside while feeling her breast with his other hand.

"Stop," she said pushing him away. "Women don't want to be groped. Women don't want to be felt until they're ready. You have much to learn," she said.

No longer his mother, she gave him a look that made him realize that she was now his teacher and he was her student.

"Sorry Mother," he said.

She straightened her nightgown where he ruffled it with his horny hands before fluffing her hair. She was so sexy. She was so beautiful. He was so glad that she was his mother. He was so happy that she was going to teach him how to have sex with a woman by volunteering and using her body.

"After a while, you'll be desensitized to seeing my naked body. After a while, you'll learn that there is much more to me than just tits, ass, and pussy. After a while, you'll grow to love me as a woman and not just as your mother," she said.

After a while he'll grow to love her? He loves her now in the way that a man loves a woman and not how a son should love his mother. In addition to loving her as his mother, he's always loved her as a woman too. He'd marry her if he could. She morphed from his mother to his MILF of a woman as soon as he turned 18-years-old. Now that he's 22-years-old, he's been waiting four, long, sexually frustrating years to have sex with his mother.