Mom & Son Celebrate Nude Day Naked b

bySusanJillParker©

If seeing her topless and naked wasn't nearly enough, she invited him, encourage him, and allowed him to have his wild, wicked, sexual way with her naked, fun bags. She wanted him to touch, feel, fondle, and suck her big tits. Not stopping there, he was about to strip off his mother's panties to see her naked ass and naked pussy. He wondered if she'd want him to have his wild, wicked sexual way with her naked ass and naked pussy in the way that he had his wild, wicked sexual way with her naked tits and nipples.

'Oh, my God,' he remembered thinking. 'I don't believe this is happening. I must be sexually fantasizing this while sleeping. I must be dreaming. This is the best day of my life,' he thought.

Remembering stripping his mother naked two long, sexually frustrating years ago as if he stripped her naked yesterday, he slowly slid his mother's panties down her shapely legs. As if he had never removed panties before, he removed his Mom's panties. Just as he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw his mother's naked breasts and her round, firm, naked ass, he couldn't believe his eyes when he saw his mother's black, trimmed pussy. This wasn't just anyone's naked ass and cunt, this was his mother's naked ass and cunt. John couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's naked ass and cunt.

"Slap my naked ass hard, John. Slap my ass hard. Slap my ass as hard as you can," she said.

In the way that he slapped his mother's ass through her panties, he slapped his mother's naked ass again and again. The more he slapped her naked ass the more she wanted him to slap her naked ass. The harder he slapped her naked ass, the harder she wanted him to slap her naked ass. If he lived a hundred years, he never would have thought that his mother enjoyed having her naked ass slapped as hard as he was slapping her naked ass.

After he stripped his mother naked, not wasting time with conversation, he had incestuous sex with her. Doing much more with his mother than just talking, he fingered her pussy before licking his mother's pussy. Fingering her while licking her, he gave her an orgasm with his mouth, his tongue, and his fingers. John ate his mother's cunt.

Then, mounting her while kissing her, French kissing her, he made love to his mother as if he was her boyfriend, lover, and/or husband instead of her son. Not stopping there, he fucked his mother as if he was one of the male strippers at the strip club and she was a drunken whore instead of his loving mother. If it wasn't enough that he made love to his mother, if it wasn't enough that his mother allowed him to make love to her and returned the sexual favor by making love to him, he fucked his mother. If it wasn't enough that he fucked his mother, returning his hard humps with her hard humps, she fucked him too.

Not done having sex with his mother yet, reciprocating the sexual favor of eating his mother's cunt, she stroked his erect prick while sucking his erect prick. His mother blew him. Not only did she blow him while stroking him but also she allowed him to cum in her mouth. He couldn't believe he ejaculated his warm, oozy cum in his mother's mouth. Not only did she allow him to cum in her mouth but also she swallowed his cum. As much as he couldn't believe his mother blew him and allowed him to cum in her mouth, he couldn't believe that she swallowed his cum too.

Finally, when she passed out sleeping, he put on her nightgown and left her bedroom for her to sleep. That night he dreamt of his mother kissing him. He dreamt of touching, feeling, and fondling his mother's body through her clothes and her feeling him through his clothes. He dreamt of stripping his mother naked and having incestuous sex with her naked body. Then, the next day, shocked as much as he was disappointed, as if the incestuous sex that they both enjoyed never happened, and obviously in her mind it never did, she never mentioned it.

* * * * *

'I saw my mother naked. I'll never forget stripping my mother naked,' he thought. 'I'll never forget and will always remember her naked breasts, her naked pussy, and her naked ass. I had sex with my mother,' he thought while remembering fingering her pussy and licking her pussy. 'I made love to my mother before fucking my mother. In the way that I made love to my mother and fucked her, my mother made love to me and fucked me.'

He'd never fingering her pussy. He'd never forget eating his mother's cunt. Just as he'd never forget making love to his mother and fucking his mother, he'd never forget his mother making love to him and fucking him. He never forget her sucking his cock, allowing him to cum in her mouth, and her swallowing his cum. His sexual fantasy come true, he had incestuous sex with his MILF of a mother.

A night so sexually forbidden, he remembered touching her and feeling her everywhere before licking and fingering her oh, so warm and oh so wet pussy. Much wetter than any of his ex-girlfriends, his mother was so wet. He thought of her stroking his cock before sucking his cock after he made love to her before fucking her. He'd never forget their night of wild, incestuous sex. As if he was her boyfriend, her lover, or her husband instead of her son, he remembered how passionately she French kissed him. Without doubt, if only for that one magical night, she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her.

'That was the best night of my life,' he thought. 'That was the best sex that I ever had.'

Yet, oddly enough, as if she had no memory of the sexy fun they had that night, she never mentioned him kissing her, French kissing her. As if she didn't come home drunk and horny that auspicious night, she never mentioned him touching and feeling her everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his mother. As if the incestuous sex between them never happened other than in his perverted mind, she never mentioned him undressing her and him stripping her naked.

She never mentioned him masturbating her naked pussy while she stroked his naked cock. She never mentioned him fingering and licking her pussy before she stroked and sucked his cock. She never mentioned him giving her an oral orgasm with his fingers and tongue just as she never mentioned her allowing him to cum in her mouth and her swallowing his cum. She never mentioned him making love to her pussy. She never mentioned him fucking her and pounding her cunt hard and very fast. She never mentioned the sexual orgasms that he gave her with his cock buried deep inside his mother.

As if it all never happened but in his overactive imagination, she never mentioned that she was sexually and incestuously intimate with her son. She never mentioned or acknowledged that she was just as sexually excited and just as horny as he was. She never mentioned or acknowledged that she sexually wanted him that one, drunken night, as much as he sexually wanted her every night. She never mentioned or acknowledged that they had mother and son, incestuous sex.

'Sex, we had incestuous sex. I not only saw my mother naked but also I had sex with her naked body,' he thought while remembering his mother naked as if he saw her naked yesterday instead of two, long years ago. 'I had sex with my mother and she had sex with me. I ate my mother's cunt and she blew me. I made slow, sweet love to my mother and she made slow, sweet love to me. I fucked my mother hard and fast and she fucked me hard and fast,' he thought while remembering all that they did on that wild, drunken night.

With him having sex with his mother a sexual fantasy before, as if they were having pillow talk now, his new sexual fantasy was to confront his mother to discuss what happened. While discussing all that they did, his new sexual fantasy was to have incestuous mother and son sex with her again. He was curious of her reaction to him undressing her. He was curious to her reaction to him seeing her in her bra and panties and topless. He was curious to her reaction the moment when he stripped her naked and saw her beautiful, naked body. As if it never happened, just as he'd never forget that night, she never mentioned or acknowledged that wonderful, drunken night.

Maybe she was embarrassed, yet it was odd that she never mentioned or even acknowledged their incestuous affair. As if having incestuous sex was something she wanted to forget when it was something that he always wanted to remember, he wanted to discuss that wonderful night and obviously, she didn't or perhaps she couldn't. As if he needed her private thoughts translated into pillow talk to have closure, he wanted to talk about them making out while touching and feeling one another everywhere. He wanted to discuss how she felt when he undressed her and stripped her naked. He wanted to discuss him masturbating and eating his mother's cunt before making love, fucking her, and her blowing him.

Enough of her playing her Miss Innocent and her Miss goody-two-shoes games, he wanted her to acknowledge that she not only sucked his prick but also allowed him to cum in her mouth and swallowed his cum. He wanted her to acknowledge and admit that she was as sexually excited as he was. He wanted her to acknowledge and admit that she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. He wanted her to acknowledge and admit the sexual orgasms that he gave her with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock, just as he wanted to discuss her blowing him. He wanted her to acknowledge and admit that she fucked him as hard and as fast as he fucked her.

* * * * *

'I can't even count how many times I masturbated over the incestuous, remembered thoughts of making out with my mother, French kissing her, while feeling her through her clothes. I can't even count how many times I masturbated over the incestuous, remembered thoughts of seeing my mother in her sexy bra and panties. I can't even count how many times I masturbated over the incestuous, remembered thoughts of seeing my mother topless. I can't even count how many times I masturbated over the incestuous, remembered thoughts of stripping my mother naked and seeing her beautiful, naked body,' he thought.

'If only she'd acknowledge that I felt and saw her big tits, fingered and sucked her erect nipples, squeezed her shapely, naked ass, and fingered her trimmed, black, naked pussy, I wonder her reaction. Just as I want to know how she felt then and still feels now about us having sex, I'd love to talk about all that we did that wonderful night,' he thought. 'I'd like to talk about her blowing me and fucking me. I'd like to talk about the possibility of me seeing her naked again and us having sex again. With her having no excuses, how hot would that be to have sex with my MILF of a naked mother when she wasn't drunk?'

He turned off his thoughts about what happened between them. Now, as if he had never seen her naked, he stared at his mother as if she was standing before him naked. As if he had never had sex with her, he stared at her in the way that he always stared at her with lust and incestuous desire while wanting to have sex with her. Undressing her with his eyes, he imagined her in her bra and panties before imagining her topless. Continuing to undress her with his eyes, in the way that he always does when with her alone, he imagined his mother naked.

'I wish I could see my mother naked again,' he thought. 'I wish I could have sex with my mother again.'

He hoped that Nude Day was his perfect pretense for him to not only to see his mother naked but also for her to see him naked again too. He hoped that Nude Day was the one day of the year that it was permissible for them to not only be naked together but also to have incestuous sex. As much as he wanted to see his mother without her clothes, he wanted her to see him without his clothes too. As much as he wanted to have sex with his mother, giving her multiple orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock, he wanted to hear his mother having multiple orgasms while calling out his name.

"John. Oh, John," he imagined his mother calling out his name now in the way that she did before. "Lick me faster John. Fuck me harder. Mommy needs to cum. Make me cum, John."

In the way that she looked, flushed and with her mouth open, when she was having orgasm after orgasm, he'd never forget the sexually excited sound of her voice. Haunting him, he'd forever remember having sex with his mother. A memory that he'd always remember, he'd never forget his mother naked.

'Perhaps I'm walking on thin ice. Maybe I should just leave it alone. Maybe I should be happy that I saw her naked. Maybe I should be lucky we had sex that one incredible time,' he thought. 'Maybe she doesn't want to be reminded of what happened between us. Maybe, if I reminded her by throwing the incestuous, sexual affair we had in her face, she'd be embarrassed, ashamed, and guilty. Maybe in the way that I feel sexual excitement that I had sex with my mother, she'd feel remorseful that she had sex with her son. Maybe, not the reaction that I'd want, after I reminded her that we had sex, she may even ask me to leave her house,' he thought.

He stared at his mother in the way that he always stared at his mother, with lustful intentions and sexual desire. He stared at his mother as if he had never seen her without her clothes. He continued staring as his mother as if they never had sex. Yet, as if he was invisible, she didn't pay him the sexual attention that he paid her. She didn't look at him in the way that he looked at her. Just once, reciprocating the sexual interest that she had for him in the way that he continually showed the sexual interest that he had for her, he'd love to feel the heat of her sexual stare while she undressed him with her eyes.

'If only she'd acknowledge and admit that I not only stripped her naked but also masturbated her pussy, ate her cunt, and made love to her before fucking her, I'd like to know how she felt,' he thought. 'Maybe just a one-time thing, blaming it on the alcohol, on her being drunk, and on her horniness after attending a CFNM strip club, perhaps she'd rather ignore what happened by pretending that it never did. Maybe in the way that I'll never forget what happened, perhaps with her wanting to forget what happened, she no longer remembers what happened. Maybe, as simple as that, she was too drunk to remember us being naked together and having sex.'

He stared at his mother as if she was his lover instead of his MILF of a mother while continuing to remember what happened that night more than two years ago. He'd never forget that night. With him still masturbating over stripping her naked body, touching and feeling her everywhere, and having sex with her, how could he ever forget that beautiful night? How could he ever forget the sexual attention his mother showed him?

Unable to help himself and/or stop himself, he stared at his mother as if he was undressing her with his eyes again. He stared at his mother as if she stood before him in her sexy bra and bikini panties. He stared at his mother as if she was topless before he stripped her naked. In the way that he imagined his mother's big, naked, natural breasts, he imagined his mother's round, firm, naked ass, and her black, trimmed, beautiful, naked pussy. If only she'd allow him, he'd eat her cunt again. If only she'd allow him, he'd make sweet love to her before fucking her hard again.

'I wonder if she remembered that I put my cock in her hand. I wonder if she remembered her stroking me. Then, when she moved to her knees, I slowly slid my erect prick across her red, full lips before she took me in her mouth to suck me. I wonder if my mother remembered stroking me while blowing me as she stared up at me with her big, beautiful, brown eyes while teasing my stiff prick with her tongue. I wonder if she remembered me ejaculating my load of warm, oozy cum in her warm, wet mouth and her swallowing my cum,' he thought. 'How could she not remember us having sex? How could she forget blowing me?'

The thoughts of remembering all that he saw of his mother's naked body and all that they sexually did was making him horny all over again. As if he had never seen his mother naked, he wanted to see her naked again. As if he had never had sex with his mother, he wanted to have sex with his mother again. What the Hell? This was Nude Day after all, what better day than this to strip themselves naked and celebrate the nude holiday by having incestuous sex.

'With her as sexually excited then as I am now, I wonder if she'd still be sexually excited or be embarrassed if I tried to talk to her about what happened that night,' he thought. 'I'd love nothing better than to know what she was thinking when we were sexually together. I wonder if she masturbates over that night in the way that I never stopped masturbating over that night. I wonder if she'd ever show me her beautiful, naked body again. I wonder if she'd ever have sex with me again,' he thought.

* * * * *

When he said that today was Nude Day, she looked at him as if waiting for the punchline of a joke. Obviously, with her sober and not horny, and with them no longer on the same incestuous page sexually, she looked at him as if she didn't understand his meaning. What was to understand? A simple justification for telling her that today was Nude Day, he wanted to see his mother naked again. He wanted her to see him naked again. With once not nearly enough, he wanted to have sex with his mother again. What was wrong with that?

"Nude Day?" While making another face of rejection of his idea of going naked to a nude beach, she looked at him as if he was joking about Nude Day too. "Nude Day?" She said again. "What do you mean by Nude Day? What's Nude Day? Is that a joke?" She looked at him sideways. "Are you pulling my leg? Is there really such a holiday as Nude Day?"

She laughed. Then, as if she just got the joke, when she looked at him with cynicism, he wondered if she was pulling his leg. She never heard of Nude Day? How could she not know what Nude Day was? With it splashed all over the daily news, the newspapers, and the Internet, how could she not know about Nude Day? If everyone wasn't naked on that one, nude holiday of the year, then they were gawking at naked people enjoying themselves in the sun. If everyone wasn't naked on that one, nude holiday, then they were using the naked holiday as their way to protest some animal rights protection cause or some political agenda.

"Nude Day is the one day of the year when everyone celebrates their bodies by getting naked, Mom," he said while imagining his mother without her clothes again and hoping that she'd take the not so subtle hint.

'I'd love to see my mother naked again,' he thought while undressing her with his eyes again. 'I'd love to have sex with my mother again,' he thought while thinking of fucking his mother before she sucked his cock.

She made another face of disbelief as if he was making up such a day as Nude Day. She made a face as if telling him that she'd never get naked in public, especially in front of him. She made a face as if she had already dismissed Nude Day, rejected getting naked, vetoed getting naked with him, and wasn't about to allow him to get naked in front of her.

In the way that he wanted to see his mother's naked body again, she obviously didn't want to see her son's naked body again. In the way that he wanted to have sex with his mother again, she obviously didn't want to have sex with her son again. In the way that he'd never forget seeing her naked and having sex with her naked body, perhaps she doesn't remember seeing him naked and having sex with his naked body.

"You're such a typical, horny son," she said giving him a cynical smile, a knowing look, and a nervous, little laugh. Obviously, she paused while not knowing if he was serious or not about celebrating Nude Day with her naked. Then, like mother like son, giving him a glimmer of hope with a brief sexually excited look, she paused to look at him as if she was undressing him with her eyes. "You're just trying to get your old mother to strip naked. You just want to see your old mother without her clothes," she said with another laugh.

'Fuck yeah. I definitely want to see my mother without her clothes,' he thought. 'Old? There was nothing old about her. If she was old, she was old fashioned in mind and in thought and not in the shapeliness and the sexuality of her beautiful body,' he thought.

Perhaps just wishful thinking, she looked at him as if she was thinking about getting naked in front of him in the way that he was thinking about her standing naked in front of him. Perhaps just his imagination, she looked at him as if she was imagining him getting naked in front of her in the way that he was thinking about standing naked in front of her. If only for a brief moment, she looked at him in the way that she looked at him before kissing him and feeling his erection through his jeans.

In that one lascivious look, he saw her glimpse of acknowledgement and admission as if she suddenly remembered what they did that fateful night two years ago. In that one lecherous look, looking at him without modesty and without shame, he saw his mother vulnerability as if she was standing before him without her clothes. Only, as quickly as she flashed her sexual excitement, she flashed her displeasure and disproval with him asking her to go to a nude beach with him on Nude Day.

"Yeah? So?" He acted nonchalant as if her being naked in front of her son and him being naked in front of his mother was no big deal. "What's wrong with a son wanting to see his mother without her clothes? There's nothing wrong with nudity, especially on Nude Day, the one day of year that's legally permissible and socially acceptable to be naked in public," he said nodding his head to reinforce the validity his statement.

As if she was a woman from school, from work, or a woman more his age, he couldn't believe he said what he said. What's wrong with a son wanting to see his mother without her clothes? He could spend thousands of dollars in therapy in seeking the answer to that loaded question. Only, instead of analyzing himself, he waited for her to answer. Besides, he was too sexually aroused to even ponder the thought that there was something mentally wrong with him for wanting to see his mother naked again and for wanting to have sex with her naked body again.

Not a good sign, she seemed surprised that he wanted to see his old mother naked. Only, she wasn't so old. At 42-years-old, she was only 20-years older than he was. At 42-years-old, she more looked as if she was 35-years-old. Not too much of a difference in age, at 22-years-old, he looked more like 27-years-old.

This wasn't as if it was the first time. More acceptable than forbidden, having already seen his mother naked once before he wanted to see his mother naked again. With her having already seen his naked body before, he wanted her to see him naked again. Having already had sex with his mother, he wanted to have sex with his mother again.

Using Nude Day as his excuse, he'd love nothing more than to see his mother naked again. Using Nude Day as his excuse, he'd love nothing more than for his mother to see him naked again. Using Nude Day as his excuse, he'd love nothing more than to have his wild, wicked, incestuous, sexual way with his mother's naked body again. Using Nude Day as his excuse, he'd love nothing more than for his mother to have her wild, wicked, incestuous, sexual way with his naked body again.

Yet, this time, instead of her being drunk, she'd be sober. This time, instead of her forgetting or pretending not to remember, they'd have sexy pillow talk before, during, and after they had sex. This time, instead there being more than a two-year lapse, hopefully and wishfully on his part, they'd have sex every day, twice a day, morning and night. How hot would that be to constantly and continually having sex with his MILF of a mother?

'I'd love to see my mother naked every day, twice a day, just as I'd love to have sex with my mother every day, twice a day,' he thought while imagining having sex with his naked mother.

He wondered if she'd allow him to do what he did to her naked body sober that she allowed him to do when she was under the influence of alcohol. Perhaps, as he suspected, her being drunk or pretending to being drunk was her excuse to allow him to strip her naked and have sex with him in the way that he had sex with her. He'd love to pound his mother's pussy again and give her an orgasm with his stiff prick. While he fondled her naked breasts, fingered her erect nipples, and she stared up at him with her big, brown, beautiful eyes, he'd love his mother to suck his cock again, cum in her mouth, and watch her swallow his cum.

'If only she'd have sex with me, I'd have sex with her,' he thought.

* * * * *

"Well, that will never happen, Mister," she said slowly shaking her head from side-to-side while poking a manicured finger in his chest. "You'll never see me naked," she said with a dirty laugh and looking at him as if she was embarrassed for him. "Even if there was such a naked holiday as Nude Day, that's just wrong for a mother to be seen naked with her naked son on a nude beach and in front of the whole world. That's so sexually inappropriate. That's just nasty. That's incestuous. What's wrong with you for even suggesting we go to a nude beach? What's wrong with you for even asking me to strip naked with you?"

As if he was the cunning wolf and she was the innocent sheep, he smiled at her as if he had pulled the wool over her eyes. He smiled at her as if he knew something that she didn't know. Either she was sexually teasing him, trying to play him, or she really didn't remember what happened between them more than two-years-ago. Something that he'd remember for the rest of his life, how could she not remember him seeing her naked and her seeing him naked? Something that he'd never forget, how could she remember them having sex?

'I'll never see you naked? Too late,' he thought while laughing to himself. 'Did she forget that she allowed him to strip her naked? Was she that drunk that she doesn't remember them both naked and having mother and son, incestuous sex? Not only have I already seen you naked, Mother, but also I had sex with your naked body,' he wanted to say while rubbing it in her face and shocking her. 'I gave you multiple, sexual orgasms with my fingers, my tongue, and my cock,' he thought while remembering them having sex.

He stared at her looking as if she was a church going woman when she hadn't been to church in years. He stared at her in the way that every horny and sexually attracted son stared at his MILF of a sexually, forbidden mother. He stared at her as if he had never seen her naked and never had sex with her naked body. He stared at her as if she had never seen him naked and never had sex with his naked body. Only, he knew better than that and he suspected that she knew better too. Having already seen one another naked, they had sex.

'I've already seen you naked, Mom,' he wanted to say if only for her reaction. 'We had sex, Mom,' he wanted to say if only to see how she'd respond. 'I fingered and licked your pussy while rubbing your clit. I made sweet love to you. I fucked you hard and fast. I literally pounded your pussy until you screamed out my name in your sexual orgasm,' he thought while wondering how she'd handle him confessing that he had his wild, wicked, sexual way with her naked body.

Not done there, he wanted to jog his mother's memory by shocking her with the sexual truth of his inappropriate, sexual confession. He wanted her to not only remember him seeing her naked and her seeing him naked but also them having sex. No matter how drunk she was, how could she not remember him stripping her naked? No matter how drunk she was, how could she not remember him fingering and licking her pussy, making love to her before fucking her, and her sucking his cock, him cumming in her mouth, and her swallowing his cum?

'You blew me,' he thought while wanting to say. 'You sucked me dry, Mom, and swallowed my cum,' he wanted to say. 'We did everything that lovers do but that mothers and sons are forbidden to do and should never do,' he thought while becoming sexually aroused over the thoughts of having sex with his mother again. 'If he couldn't have sex with his mother again, at least he wanted to see her naked again,' he thought.

* * * * *

John nodded his head while imagining himself walking along a nude beach naked with his naked mother. He'd love to see all the heads of those horny, naked men turn to stare and leer at his naked mother. With her forty-two-years-old and looking much younger and with him twenty-two-years-old and looking much older, they more looked as if they could be boyfriend and girlfriend than mother and son. No one who didn't know them would ever suspect that she was his mother and he was her son. For sure, they'd be too busy staring at her shapely, naked body to believe that she was his mother.

'I love you, Mom,' he thought.

Suddenly, wanting to kiss her, French kiss her, he wanted to feel her through her clothes again while stripping her naked. Instead, biding his time before making his sexual move in seducing his mother, he had to wait for the right moment. Not wanting to pressure his mother by rushing things, he'd much rather that her stripping herself naked and having sex with her son be her idea instead of his. Not an easy play to make but it was the only move that would work.

"Nude Day started in New Zealand decades ago," he said feeling compelled to explain the premise behind Nude Day as if it was a historical event. "Today, July 14th, is Nude Day. Nude Day is now celebrated the world over," he said. "Some use Nude Day to protest fur or women's rights and others just enjoy the day being naked in the park or on the beach. Being naked in public is a freeing experience. You should try it, Mother," he said. "It could be fun."

He gave her a long, lascivious loving look while undressing her with his eyes. He stared at her as if she was already naked again. He stared at her as if they were already having sex again. Remembering how she looked and how she sounded in orgasmic, sexual pleasure, he stared at her while remembering her having multiple, sexual orgasms again.

"No," she said and that was all that she said.

She looked as uncomfortable by their nude beach conversation as he looked sexually excited their Nude Day conversation. She looked at him as if there was something wrong with him for wanting to see his mother without her clothes. She looked at him as he was nuts for wanting to expose his naked body to his mother. She looked at him with steadfastness that there'd be no way that she'd ever be nude in public with him, her son.

"C'mon, Mom. What do you say? What's the big deal? There's nothing wrong with nudity and being naked. Being that you've already suggested that we go to the beach, can we go to a nude beach in celebration of Nude Day instead? In the way that all the people will be gawking at us, we can gawk at all the people," he said while giving his mother an inviting smile.

Obviously not believing that there was such a day as Nude Day, she looked at him as if he was telling her a tall tale. She looked at him as if he was just trying to trick her into seeing her naked. She looked at him as if he was trying to trick her so that he could get naked in front of her. She looked at him as if there was something seriously wrong with him.

"What's the big deal? What do I say? There's nothing wrong with nudity and being naked?" She laughed while looking at him as if he was nuts. "A freeing experience being naked in public with your mother?" She looked at him as if he was crazy. "You mean an embarrassing and humiliating experience being naked in public with my son," she said with another laugh.

She rolled her eyes and sighed her frustration for the insistent, sexual pressure of her son just as he rolled his eyes and sighed his frustration with his mother not cooperating in shedding her clothes.

"Don't knock it until you've tried it," he said with a smug laugh. "Who knows, once you're naked in public, you may embrace nudity and become a nudist," said John.

"Embrace nudity? Become a nudist?" She made a sour face. "I don't think so." Then, she looked at him as if he was pulling her leg. "Other than you just making up Nude Day, the naked holiday, even if there was such a day, I still don't understand what Nude Day is just as I don't understand why you'd want to be naked with your naked mother."

He laughed while looking disbelievingly at his mother. Depending on the person and the circumstance, being naked was nothing more than a matter of opinion and a matter of perception. Just as a psychiatrist would have a number of reasons why a mother should never be naked in front of her son, he had a number of reasons why a mother should always be naked in front of her son. Just a psychiatrist would have a number of reason why a son should never be naked in front of his mother, he had a number of reason why a son should always be naked in front of his mother.

"I can't believe you've never heard of Nude Day, Mom," said John playing it cool while trying not to unduly pressure her. "People celebrate Nude Day every year by going to the beach, playing beach volleyball, jumping on a trampoline, playing twister, riding a bike, swimming, bungee jumping, sky diving, hiking, camping, and even doing yoga all while naked in public."

Elizabeth made a face of disbelief.

"Naked yoga? Oh, my God. I'd be so embarrassed to do naked yoga. If there was a man doing naked yoga behind me, he'd be staring up my naked ass and at the back and underside of my naked pussy," she said with a little, nervous laugh. "If there was a naked man doing naked yoga in front of me, I'd be staring at his hairy ass and his drooping, naked ball sack," she said with an expression of disgust.

He looked at her with excited, sexual anticipation. It sexually excited him to hear his mother say the words naked ass, naked pussy, and naked ball sack. It sexually excited him to imagine himself staring up his mother's naked ass and/or up her naked pussy while she did naked yoga in front of him naked and he did yoga behind her naked on Nude Day. It sexually excited him to imagine his mother staring up his naked ass and staring at his naked ball sack while he did naked yoga in front of her and she did naked yoga behind him.

"So, what do you say?" He gave her a sexy smile and a naughty look before asking her his sexually inappropriate question again. "Do you want to get naked with me? Do you want to go to a nude beach in celebration of Nude Day?"

She wrapped her long arms around her body as if she was suddenly cold. Reading her closed body language, she looked at him as if he had just inappropriately, sexually touched her. She looked at him as if he had lost his mind, and he had over wanting to see his mother naked and wanting to have sex with his naked mother. She looked at him as if he was a sexual pervert, and he was in wanting to go to a Nude beach naked with his naked mother.

"Certainly not. You're crazy to think that I'd ever get naked in front of you, my own son," she said raising her voice. "You've lost your mind. I'm taking you to see a shrink. I'd never go to a nude beach with you," she said wagging her index finger in his face. "Just as I wouldn't do any of those things naked with you, I wouldn't do any of those things naked and in front of you, my naked son. That's just gross. That's just nasty. That's so incestuous. That's so wrong, forbidden, and sexually inappropriate," she said shaking her head from side to side while obviously disappointed in him. "What's wrong with you, John?"

Then, she gave him a look that made him question if he really saw his mother naked and had sex with her or was just imagining it. Only, what they did on that magical night really did happen. She came home drunk and horny. In the way of a sailor away at sea for too long, she was all over him. While kissing him, French kissing him, she allowed him to touch and feel her everywhere through her clothes. While kissing him, French kissing him, she allowed him to strip her naked. While drunk, she allowed him to have sex with her naked body while she had sex with his naked body.

"I'm not crazy, Mother. I haven't lost my mind," he said. "I was just trying to get you in the spirit to celebrate Nude Day naked with me. That's all," he said with a shrug of disappointment while looking at her as if there was something wrong with her for not wanting to celebrate Nude Day naked with him.

She looked at him as if he was dropped on his head at birth or had one too many blows to the head when playing high school football. She looked at him as if she could no longer trust her son to sexually behave. She looked at him in the way that she'd look at any groper who'd dare inappropriately, sexually touch her on the subway.

"What's wrong with you? I'm your mother and you're my son. We're not supposed to see one another naked," she said. "Even if there is such a day as Nude Day, we can't celebrate that naked holiday together. That would be wrong. That would be forbidden. That would be incestuous. That would be gross. That would be nasty."

* * * * *

Sexually excited just to explain the concept behind the nude holiday to his mother, he imagined her getting in the spirit of Nude Day by stripping off her clothes in front of him to celebrate the naked holiday. Something he'd never forget, he suddenly had an image of seeing her in her sexy, low-cut bra and her bright, white bikini panties again. An image he'd always remember, with him never having seen anything better than that, he remembered seeing her topless. She had such fabulous breasts, so big, full, and shapely. He'd love nothing more than to see his mother naked again just as he'd love for his mother to see him naked again too.

He imagined seeing her naked C cup breasts, her darker brown areolas, and her lighter brown, erect nipples. He imagined seeing her black, trimmed pubic hair, and her round, shapely, naked ass. As if they were both fully dressed, he imagined her having a conversation with him or drinking coffee in the kitchen while they were both naked.

He'd love to be naked with his mother while she was naked with him. If only for one more time, he'd love to see his mother naked again. He'd love to have sex with his mother. If only for one more time, this time when she was sober and was fully aware of all that she was doing, he'd love to have incestuous sex with his mother again.

'I love you, Mommy,' he thought while imagining her without her clothes. 'I love you, Mom,' he thought while hugging her naked body and touching, feeling, and fondling her in all the forbidden places. 'Make love to me, Elizabeth,' he imagined saying to his mother as if she was his girlfriend, his lover, and/or his wife instead of his mother.

In the way that he looked at her with sexual excitement now, with her his mother and him her son, once she was naked, he wondered if she'd look at him with sexual excitement instead of with shame. Now that she was sober instead of drunk, he wondered if she'd look away in embarrassment and humiliation of seeing his naked prick or if she'd look at him with sexual interest. He wondered if she'd continue to pretend that he never saw her naked, that they didn't have sex, and that she'd return to her modest, moral self.

Or, maybe, once she was naked, she'd be sexually aroused and horny enough to want to have sex with him again. Maybe she'd have her wild, wicked, sexual way with him in the way she did and in the way that he did that with her on that wonderful, fateful night. Maybe from that moment forward, instead of living together as mother and son, they'd live together as lovers. How hot would that be to have his mother as his lover?

'Wow, my sexual fantasy come true yet again,' he thought. 'How hot would that be to see my mother naked again? How hot would that be for my mother to see me naked again, too, especially when she wasn't inebriated? How hot would that be to have sex with my mother again? How hot would that be to have a sexually, incestuous relationship with my mother where we could have sex every day, twice a day, morning and night. I'd love nothing more than to sleep in the same bed with my mother. As if I was married to her, I'd love to go to bed with her and wake up with her,' he thought.

With her sober now instead of drunk as she was two years ago, fearing that she'd never strip herself naked in front of him, if that was the only way to get her naked and have sex with her, he imagined getting his mother drunk. Otherwise, if he couldn't get her drunk, horny, and vulnerable, he'd be celebrating Nude Day without her. He'd be celebrating Nude Day alone with his bad self.

Hoping to encourage her to strip naked too, if she wouldn't undress, he had a sudden image of him stripping off his clothes and standing in front of his mother naked again. He had a sudden imagine of standing in front of his mother with a huge erection. He imagined stroking himself while his mother watched before moving her hand to his engorged prick. He imagined his mother giving him a forced hand job before moving to her knees to give him a consensual blowjob.

'Stroke me Mom. Masturbate me. Make me cum,' he imagined saying to his mother. 'Blow me, Mom. I need to cum in your mouth again,' he imagined saying to his mother while kissing her and feeling her through her clothes.

Alas, with her his mother and him her son, and with her sober instead of drunk, he wondered if she'd stare at his cock with sexual excitement or if she'd look away in embarrassment. Nonetheless, whether it was Nude Day or not, as much as he wanted her to expose herself to him, he wanted to expose himself to his mother. After knowing what she did when she was drunk and horny, he wanted to know what she'd do if he stripped off his clothes and stood before her naked when she was sober.

If only a sexual fantasy, one that will no doubt never happen again, he imagined her getting naked too. If only a sexual fantasy, one that will no doubt never happen again, he imagined his mother taking his naked prick in her hand to stroke him before falling to her knees to take him in her mouth to suck him. If only a sexual fantasy, one that will no doubt never happen again, he imagined eating his mother's pussy before making love to her cunt. He imagined fucking his mother hard and fast in the way that he did that night when he gave her orgasms with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock, and she screamed out his name in sexual pleasure.

"John! John! Oh, my God, John. I'm cumming. I'm cumming, John. I'm cumming. Mommy is cumming, John," he remembered her saying when grabbing two handfuls of his hair and mashing his face in her warm, wet pussy. "You're going to make your mother cum again," he remembered her saying that then as if she was saying all that now. "Fuck me, John. Fuck me. Fuck me harder. Fuck me faster. Slam your big, hard cock deep in my warm, wet cunt. Just don't stop pounding my pussy. John! Don't stop. Oh, my God, John. I'm cumming. Mommy is cumming."

He still can't believe that he made out with his mother while touching her and feeling her everywhere. He still can't believe that he stripped his mother naked and saw, touched, and felt her naked body. He still can't believe that his mother blew him. She sucked his cock and allowed him to cum in her mouth before swallowing his cum. He still can't believe that his mother allowed him to make love to her and fuck her after he masturbated her and ate her beautiful, black pussy. His sexual fantasies come true and something that he'd be masturbating over for the rest of his life, he still can't believe that he had sex with his MILF of a mother.

'Wow. Double wow,' he thought. 'How hot would that be to make out with my mother while feeling her through her clothes again? How hot would that be to kiss her while slowly undressing her and touching and feeling her everywhere again? How hot would that be to strip her naked again? How hot would that be to have sex with my mother again, this time when she was sober and didn't have the excuse that she was drunk and didn't know what she was doing or didn't remember all that she did?'

He couldn't remove the thought of his mother standing before him naked from his mind. He couldn't remove the thought of him standing naked in front of his mother from his mind. He couldn't remove the thought of having sex with his mother again. He couldn't remove the thought of having a long-term, sexual relationship with his mother. He'd like nothing more than to be her lover as well as her son. He'd love nothing more than to bang his mother every day, twice a day, morning and night, and for her to suck his cock every day, twice a day, morning and night.

'How hot would that be to celebrate Nude Day by having Nude Day sex with my MILF of a mother when she's not drunk? How hot would that be to finger my mother's cunt while licking her cunt and reaching up to fondle her big breasts while fingering her erect nipples? How hot would that be to make love to her and fuck her again? How hot would that be for my mother to suck my cock and allow me to cum in her mouth again? Oh, my God,' he thought. 'I'm so sexually excited. I'm so horny. Mom, I love you and have to have you,' he thought while thinking of his mother naked and having sex with her naked body.

* * * * *

In the way that she was patient with him when explaining why they couldn't celebrate the nude holiday as naked mother with her naked son, he was patient with her in explaining the premise and concept of the naked holiday. Getting off on explaining Nude Day to his mother, he couldn't help himself from imagining his MILF of a mother naked while celebrating Nude Day with him naked on a nude beach. Then, later, after coming home from the beach, he couldn't help himself from imagining having passionate, incestuous sex with his sexy mother again in the way that he did more than two, long, sexually frustrating years ago.

"Nude Day is the one day where it's allowed for everyone to be naked together, Mom," he said nodding his head as if being naked with his mother was no big deal and an acceptable way of celebrating the nude holiday naked. "Whether an aunt with her nephew, a brother with his sister, a father with his daughter, or a mother and her son, everyone is socially allowed to be naked together on Nude Day," he said with a nonapologetic shrug of his broad shoulders.

While imagining his mother without her clothes, he nodded his head up and down while smiling as if he needed that extra bit of head movement to convince his mother that it was okay for them be naked together on a nude beach. He tried his best to make her believe that there was something wrong with her for her not wanting to get naked with him. He tried his best to make her believe that there was nothing wrong with him for wanting to get naked with her. He did everything he could think of doing to get his mother naked.

'I just want to see my mother naked again, if only for one more time,' he thought. 'I just want my mother to see me naked again, if only for one more time. 'I just want to have sex with my mother again, if only for one more time,' he thought while imagining having sex with his mother's naked body. 'I just want my mother to give me hot, incestuous, and consensual sex when sober instead of her being drunk.'

Nonetheless his feeble, failed attempt to get his mother naked, she still looked at him as if he was nuts. She still looked at him as if he was inventing this nude holiday just to see her naked. In the way that he stared at her as if she was already standing before him naked, she stared at him as if she had no intention of stripping herself naked in front of him. He didn't know what else to do to willingly get his mother to strip herself naked. He didn't know what else to do for her to voluntarily agree to have sex with him.

"Oh, is that so?"

Showing him no interest in getting naked in front of him, she showed him her disinterest in the Nude Day holiday. Instead, showing him her interest in wanting to end their conversation of being naked together on a nude beach, she looked as if she wanted to talk about something else, something other than getting naked on Nude Day. Forget about going to a public beach instead of a nude beach, now she showed no interest in leaving her house.

Only, having gone this far in imagining his mother stripping off her clothes in front of him, too sexually excited to give up, he wasn't about to end their naked, Nude Day discussion without her agreeing to get naked. Having gone this far in imagining him stripping off his clothes in front of his mother again, he wanted to continue the naked, Nude Day conversation of her getting naked with him too. As if he was in bed with his mother and having incestuous pillow talk about being naked, he wanted to explore more of them being naked together. Moreover, dying to know her reaction to them having sex, he wanted to discuss what happened between them more than two-years-ago.

* * * * *

"In honor of Nude Day, Mother, I thought we'd go to a nude beach," he said as if mentioning for the first time. As if it was normal for a naked mother to go to a nude beach with her naked son, he persisted in his persuasion to convince his mother to strip herself naked. "Free of our inhibitions, guilt, shame, and without remorse, wouldn't that be fun to spend the day naked together, Mom? A mother and son can't be any more open and honest than being naked together. I can't wait to parade you around the beach and make all the other men jealous," said John.

She looked at him as if he was crazy while he looked at her as if she was already naked. Undressing her with his eyes again, he wondered what color bra and panties she was wearing. His mother had lots of sexy lingerie and, as if she was a young, Japanese woman in Japan, she always wore matching underwear. Having gone through her lingerie drawer many times in preparation to masturbate himself over her, he knew that she had dozens of bras and panties in every color and shade. Adding to his fascination of her sexy underwear, many of her bras and panties even had decorations of tiny flowers, ribbons, or bows.

"A nude beach? Where on Earth did you ever get the idea that I'd go to a nude beach with you?" Then, in a moment of weakness, as if she was thinking about going to a nude beach with him, she paused while staring at him before saying her next statement. "I don't even know where there is a nude beach in this state," she said with a nervous, little laugh.

Ready to tell her where there was a nude beach, she interrupted him before he could tell her.

"And even if I knew where there was a nude beach, I'd never go to a nude beach with my son," she said shaking her head from side to side. "That's just wrong, John. Me seeing you naked and allowing you to see me naked is just immodestly immoral. It's incestuous. It's nasty. It's forbidden socially and legally."

'Was she just saying that to tease him and to get him to seduce her? He didn't know. Was she contemplating on going to a nude beach with him in celebration of Nude Day or not? Difficult to sometimes read her, especially with his horniness getting in the way of his commonsense and logic, he didn't know. He had no idea what she was thinking. Then, she gave him a clue to what she was thinking by the disapproving look on her face.

'Oh, oh', he thought. 'That's it. She'll never strip herself naked in front of me now. She'll never go to a nude beach with me.'

With the thought of her naked in front of him and him naked in front of her, in distastefulness to her modesty, morals, and decorum, she made a face as if she had just swallowed a bug. If he had to guess, he'd guess that going to a nude beach was out of the question. If had to hazard a guess, he'd guess that he wouldn't be celebrating Nude Day naked with his naked mother. If he had guess, he'd guess that he wouldn't be having sex with his mother. If he had to hazard a guess, he'd guess that he'd be staying home while masturbating again over the imagined thoughts of having sex with his naked mother.

"Yeah," he said still hoping that she'd be interested in going to a nude beach with him. "I'd have to look on the Internet to see where the closest nude beach is."

No longer thinking that he was joking, in the way that she stared at him, she obviously knew her son was serious about wanting to go to a nude beach with his mother on Nude Day. Whether out in public or at home, with him already showing her his cards, she obviously knew that he wanted to celebrate Nude Day with her naked. A naked son celebrating Nude Day with his naked mother was not only forbidden but sexually inappropriate. Obliterating the imaginary line of incest, the next step from being naked was having incestuous sex.

"I've never been to a nude beach in my life, John," she said with a pause before reiterating what she said before. "If I was to go to a nude beach, which I wouldn't, I'd never go to a nude beach with my son," she said with a nervous laugh. "Besides, I'd never walk around naked in front of all those horny men while they ogled my naked body. With everything jiggling and wiggling, I'm not a twenty-something-year-old woman any more. I'd be so embarrassed to be seen in public without my clothes," she said laughing again. "Besides, I have more class than that."

As if being naked in front of his mother and his mother being naked in front of him was no big deal, even though it was a huge deal for him, John rolled his eyes and sighed his frustration. As if being naked in front of his mother and his mother being naked in front of him was not only permissible but also acceptably and morally normal, especially on this one day of the year, Nude Day, John shrugged his broad shoulders. He figured the only way for his mother to agree to go to a nude beach with him was to make her feel wrong and guilty that she made such a big deal over nudity and over being naked in front of him.

* * * * *

"Why not? What's the big deal, Mother? I've seen you in your bikini lots of times before," he said with sexual excitement while thinking of her wearing her skimpy, revealing bikini. "I've seen you in your bra and panties lots of times before too," he said with more sexual excitement while remembering how hot his mother looked in her sexy, low-cut bra and tight, white, bikini panties. "I've even seen you topless and naked before," he said with a dirty laugh while gulping down his incestuous, sexual excitement for his topless mother along with the image of his naked mother.

In the same way that she looked at him before when first telling her about Nude Day and going to a nude beach, she stared at him now and as if he was insane. She stared at him as if he was a pervert. She stared at him as if she was confused by his fixation on wanting to see her without her clothes. Obviously, she didn't understand the obvious, sexual attraction that a horny son had for his MILF of a mother. Obviously, in the way that he wished she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her, she didn't share his sexual interest and his desire to get naked in celebration of Nude Day.

"What's the big deal?" She looked at him as if there was something mentally wrong with him. "What's wrong with you? How dare you? I'm your mother and you're my son. We can't be seen in public naked together. God forbid someone we know sees us, people will talk."

Saying everything that he hoped would convince her to strip naked, he continued trying to persuade her to go with him to a nude beach with him. If only just the one time, he looked at his mother with hopefulness that she'd undress and celebrate the nude holiday naked with him. If nothing else, he'd love to rub suntan lotion all over her sexy, shapely, and naked body. If nothing else, he'd love to frolic in the salt water with his naked mother while touching her, groping her, and feeling her everywhere. Just as he'd love nothing more than for his mother to see him naked again, he'd love nothing more than to see his mother naked again too.

'Naked, naked, naked, I want to be naked with my mother. Sex, sex, sex, I want to have sex with my naked mother,' he thought over and again as if he was chanting his mantra by repeatedly thinking of his mother naked and having sex with her. 'Naked, naked, naked and sex, sex, sex,' he continued thinking as if psychically trying to change her mind.

"What difference would it make to see each other naked on a nude beach when we've already seen one another naked at home? We all have the same bodies under our clothes. Seriously. What's the big deal, Mom? Seen one naked woman and naked man, we've seen all naked women and naked men," he said as if his argument had any validity to it. "It isn't like we're going to have sex," he said while wishing he could have sex with his mother again and wanting to add the word again to the end of his sentence with aplomb.

She looked at him in the way that she looked at him when offering her a beer. She not only hated the taste of beer but also she hated the smell of beer. Gin and tonic with slices of lemon, lime, and a cherry was her drink of choice in the summertime and she drank martinis with three olives the rest of the year. If all else failed, determined to get her as drunk as she was the last time that he stripped her naked and they had sex, he'd be pouring her gin and tonics with double shots of gin today with shots of tequila.

"Wait. Pardon? I'm sorry. What did you just say? Back up," she said looking at her son with embarrassment. "I don't remember you ever seeing me in my bra and panties."

She looked at him with as much shock as she looked at him with confusion. Then, as if remembering and thinking of the times that he saw her in her bra and panties, she looked at him with embarrassment mixed with a twinge of sexual excitement.

"I did and I have Mother," he said with conviction.

In the way that he wanted to discuss stripping her naked and having sex with her naked body more than two-years ago, she looked at him as she wanted to discuss him seeing her in her bra and panties.

"When did you ever see me in my bra and panties?"

With her trying to preserve her modesty and her morality while hiding a modicum of sexual excitement, she looked as embarrassed as she looked sexually excited that her son obviously saw her in her bra and panties. As if she was cold, embarrassed, or denying him an imagined view of her lingerie clad body through her clothes, she wrapped her arms around her. She wrapped her arms around her body as if she was nearly nakedly exposed and standing before him in her sexy low-cut bra and bikini panties. She wrapped her arms around her as if she was trying to cover what little she could of her semi-nakedness, even though she was fully clothe.

"I've seen you in your bra and panties lots of times. Plenty of times," he said with a dirty laugh. "Duh, we live together, Mom. Just as you've seen me in my underwear, I've seen you in your underwear too," he said while thinking of all the times he saw his mother in her low-cut, sexy bra and matching bikini panties.

'I'd love nothing more than to see my mother in her bra and panties again,' he thought. 'If I can't see her naked, if she refuses to go to a nude beach in celebration of Nude day, perhaps I can persuade her to watch a movie and cuddle on the couch. I'd love to cuddle with her while she was dressed in just her bra and panties or while wearing her short, sheer, sexy, low-cut nightgown.'

As horny as he was sexually frustrated, he had the sudden urge to pull out his cock and stroke himself while imagining his mother standing in front of him in her sexy bra and bikini panties. Nonetheless his obvious sexual excitement, as if seemingly afraid to ask him her next question as much as she was perhaps seemingly afraid to know the answer to her next question, she looked at her son with trepidation. She looked at him as if she already knew the answer to her unasked question. Then, she looked at him with as much embarrassment and shame as she looked at him with sexual excitement and horniness. She looked at him as if she was treading uncharted ground.

"When did you ever see me topless? Tell me. I want to know," she said.

With her look not fooling him and with him knowing full well that she knew that he saw her topless more than once, she made a disbelieving face.

"A few times," said John.

Either she really didn't remember that he stripped her naked and they had sex or she was sexually teasing him. Yet, that wasn't the first time that he had seen his mother's bare breasts. He had seen his mother's naked tits three other times before seeing them a fourth time when he stripped her naked that drunken night.

"A few times? She looked at him as if he was lying. She looked at him as if he was making it up that he saw her naked breasts. "I don't remember you ever seeing my naked tits. Trust me. I'd know. I'd remember my son seeing my naked breasts," she said nodding her pretty head up and down as her self-assurance that he had never seen her naked breasts.

Leering at his sexy mother in the way that any incestuously, perverted man would leer at his sexy mother, John stared at the impressions her breasts made in her blouse and bra before giving his mother a sexy smile. So soft and yet so firm, his mother had gorgeous, shapely, full-sized breasts. She had big, natural, and shapely tits that any man would love to see, touch, feel, fondle, and suck. She had a shapely body and a big rack that any thirty-year-old woman would be proud to have.

"I've seen you topless a few times, Mother," he said again while watching for her reaction to him seeing her naked tits. "You have beautiful breasts with big, brown nipples and large, round areolas. Your breasts are so big and so shapely. For a woman your age, they barely sag at all. To be honest, Mother, you have the best tits that I've ever seen," he said with a big, shit eating grin.

As if she was standing before him topless, she looked at him shocked that he was able to describe her breasts in great and accurate detail until she looked at him as if she didn't believe him. Obviously embarrassed as well as sexually aroused, she blushed with his compliment that he was obviously fascinated with her naked tits. Then, as if she was as sexually excited as he was, while perhaps remembering him seeing her naked breasts, her jaw dropped and she stared at him in the way that he stared at her. As if thinking how to respond to his sexually inappropriate confession of seeing her naked tits, she fell silent as if thinking what to say next.

"I don't believe you," she said in denial. "You're lying," she said putting the onus of proof on him. "You've never seen me topless. You're just saying that you have to get me to go to a nude beach with you," she said. She put her hand on her hip while giving him a long, hard stare as if trying to remember if he did see her topless and when he could have possibly seen her naked tits. "Tell me. How did you happen to see my tits without me knowing? When did you see my naked breasts? Where, when, and how did you ever see me topless?"

Not even having to think about it, as if seeing her naked breasts happened yesterday and every day thereafter instead of more than two-years-ago, he had the memory of his mother's naked breasts forever etched in his horny, incestuous mind. Having masturbated over seeing, touching, feeling, fondling, and sucking her big tits, he still had a clear image of her naked breasts. He loved his mother's big breasts. He wasn't kidding when he said that his mother's tits were the best tits he had ever seen. Any plastic surgeon would be thrilled to use his mother as their topless model for their ideal, breast reconstruction surgery.

* * * * *

"A couple years ago, I surprised you by coming home early from college," he said gazing at her as if he was remembering her standing in her bedroom topless. "You were in your brightly, lit bedroom facing your mirror with your door wide open while giving yourself a breast exam and I was in the darkened hallway shocked by all that I was seeing of you. The first time seeing your naked tits, I was as surprised as I was sexually excited seeing your naked breasts. I couldn't stop staring. I'm not embarrassed to admit that I've masturbated over the remembered image of seeing your naked breasts, Mom."

She folded her arms across her breasts as if she was standing there topless and was covering her naked breasts from his incestuous stare.

"Eww, my God. I can't believe you saw my naked breasts. Even more unbelievable, I can't believe you masturbated over seeing my tits. What's wrong with you? That's as shocking as it is disturbing," she said pausing while looking at him as if he was lying. "I don't remember you seeing my tits," she said. "Even more disturbing, how could you ogle me, your own mother, in that sexually incestuous way? Again, even more disturbing, how could you masturbate yourself while sexually thinking of your mother? That's perverted and sick, John."

Not apologizing for peeping on her, instead enjoying the remembered image of her topless, he shrugged and stared at her as if she was still topless.

"Another time, you ran from your bedroom to the bathroom topless while I was in the living room watching TV. You didn't think that I saw you but I did," he said with a dirty laugh. "I masturbated over that too," he said as if he was proud of not only seeing his mother's naked breasts but also of masturbating over his topless mother.

As if he had deliberately invaded her privacy, she looked at her son horrified.

"I remember that," she said. "I thought you were taking a nap. I thought your eyes were closed. I thought I was safe to quickly run by you. I thought I could make it to the bathroom without you seeing me. I guess I didn't make it and I guess you did see me," she said with an embarrassed laugh. "Now that I know you saw my naked breasts, I'm embarrassed," she said with more sexual excitement than with embarrassment. "Now that I know you've been masturbating over me, I'm deeply disturbed by your inappropriate sexual and incestuous behavior."

As if he was the cat that ate the canary, he gave his mother a Cheshire cat smile.

"Then, there was the time that you were in the pool with that guy, Ralph, and he removed your bikini top," he said. "I saw your naked breasts from my bedroom window," he said looking from his mother's pretty face to look down at her bra and blouse cad breasts. "You thought I was sleeping but I wasn't," he said with a dirty laugh. "How could I sleep with all the drunken noise you two were making? I couldn't believe all that I was seeing," he said with a dirty laugh.

Magical memories that he'd never forget and endlessly masturbated over, he remembered catching his mother topless while standing in front of her mirror in her bedroom with her bedroom door open. Replaying it over again in his mind as if it happened yesterday instead of more than two years ago, she was giving herself a breast exam. She touched, felt, and squeezed her naked breasts in the way that he wished that he could touch, feel, and squeeze her naked breasts. She had such big, beautiful, and shapely tits.

With her not knowing that he was home early from college, the first time seeing her naked tits, he stood in the dark hall watching her examining her naked breasts. With her unable to see him standing outside of her brightly lit bedroom and to the side of her bedroom door in the dark, he touched himself through his jeans while watching his mother touch herself. He masturbated over that image of her naked breasts daily for months and still masturbates over imagining his mother standing in front of her mirror topless while examining her breasts even now.

Happening so fast but able to slow the image down as if watching her in slow motion, the second time seeing her naked tits, he watched his mother dash from her bedroom to the bathroom topless. With her just wearing her white, bikini panties, her big tits bounced up and down and swayed side-to-side as she ran. He always wondered if she deliberately flashed him. Even now, still not sure, after having sex with his mother's naked body, it no longer mattered if she deliberately flashed him her tits or not. He had already not only seen her tits up close but also he touched them, felt them, fondled them, and sucked them too.

Whether she flashed him deliberately or unintentionally, she inspired hours of him masturbating over seeing her big, bouncing, and swaying, naked breasts. With her making him so horny, even now, he was tempted to chase after her. He imagined catching her and pinning her up against the bathroom door and kissing her while feeling her naked breasts before reaching his hand down to cup his mother's pussy through her panties.

Not wanting to embarrass her by telling her what more he saw of her another time when he came home unexpectedly early from a no-show date, he caught his mother masturbating herself on her bed and in her bedroom. First, he heard her gasps of sexual pleasure and then he saw her naked body on her bed with her on her back. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He couldn't believe she was masturbating herself. Ridiculous for him to even think that, he never figured that his mother masturbated. With her legs spread wide open and his mother in the middle of having an orgasm, he stood in the dark hall again while watching his mother masturbating herself.

'Oh, my God, my Mom is masturbating. I don't believe it,' he thought while watching the free show of her fingering her pussy and feeling her breasts. 'Now, he wondered if she knew he was there watching. Perhaps, she wanted him to catch her masturbating herself,' he thought. 'Perhaps, she heard him come home and quickly removed her clothes and spread her legs for him to watch her sexually pleasuring herself.'

As he did when he watched her give herself a breast exam, he watched his mother fingering her pussy while fondling her tits and fingering her nipples. He watched her pleasure herself with her vibrator before fucking her cunt with her dildo. Afraid to do so, he was so tempted to walk in her room to ask her if she needed a finger, a tongue, his hand, and/or his cock. As soon as she had her orgasm, he silently left the house through the backdoor. He waited a few minutes and, making a lot of noise while trudging up the stairs, he pretended that he was just coming home through the front door.

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A time before they had sex, the last time that he saw his mother's naked breasts, John stood by his dark, bedroom window watching his mother having drunken fun in the pool with her date, Ralph. He remembered her date kissing her while pawing her and groping her in the pool in the way that he wished that he could kiss, paw, and grope his mother. As if he was feeling his mother's breasts through her bikini top instead of her date, he stroked himself while watching her date feeling her breasts through her bikini top.

'I don't believe this,' thought John while pulling out his prick in readiness to masturbate himself while watching his mother having sex with her date.

With her date sexually exciting his mother with deep, wet kisses, John watched him feeling his mother's breasts, ass, and pussy through her barely-there bikini. He watched him finger her nipples through her bikini top. He watched him stick his horny hand inside of her top to feel her big tits and stick his other horny hand down her bikini bottom to feel his mother's ass and finger her pussy. While John slowly stroked his cock, he watched his mother stroking her date's naked, erect prick. As if he was with his mother instead of her date, he imagined touching and feeling his mother everywhere while kissing her and while she stroked his cock.

Obviously by their sexual behavior, they both had a little too much to drink. Then, when her date pulled her bikini top up, over her head, and off, he couldn't believe his eyes. There they were again, his mother's big, naked boobs. He was seeing his mother's naked breasts yet again. Barely forty-feet away, her big, naked tits were right there before his horny eyes. In the way that he had vicariously imagined having sex with his mother while watching her date having real time sex with his mother, he masturbated himself while imagining his mother masturbating him.

'Way to go Ralph. Thanks for exposing my mother's naked breasts to me,' thought John while continuing to masturbate himself.

Just as he couldn't believe what he was seeing the first time he saw her tits when she was giving herself a breast exam, he couldn't believe that he was seeing his mother's naked breasts yet again. Just as he saw his mother's big, jiggling breasts when she ran by the living room to the bathroom naked, he imagined seeing them again when masturbating himself. Just as he couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's naked body when she was masturbating herself on her bed when she thought she was alone, he masturbated himself again while watching her having sex with her date. John wished that was him with his mother instead of Ralph.

'I love my mother's big tits,' thought John.

John stroked himself harder and faster he watched Ralph feeling his mother's big, naked tits, and fingering her erect nipples. Then, if that wasn't enough, stroking himself harder and faster, he watched his mother sucking Ralph's prick. Something he never suspecting his mother of doing, sucking cock, his mother was giving her date a blowjob. He couldn't believe his eyes. Stroking himself harder and faster, he watched her date getting ready to fuck his mother. John came hard that night and masturbated again over all that he saw not only the next morning but for months later.

'I can't believe my mother is sucking his prick. I wish that was my prick in my mother's mouth,' thought John. 'With them both hot and heavy, if it's not enough my mother is giving him a blowjob, Ralph is getting ready to fuck her too. He's going to fuck my mother in the way that I wish that I could fuck my mother,' thought John.

With Ralph touching, feeling, and fondling his mother's naked tits, he imagined Ralph's hands were his hands. With Ralph pulling, turning, twisting, pinching, and squeezing his mother's naked nipples, he imagined Ralph's fingers were his fingers. Then, when Ralph leaned down to suck his mother's tits, while John stroked himself faster and harder, he imagined that he was sucking his mother's tits. He'd do anything for his mother to suck his cock in the way that she was sucking her date's prick.

Back then, before they had sex, he'd do anything to touch, feel, and fondle his mother's naked breasts while fingering and sucking her nipples. Now that he had his wild, wicked, sexual way with his mother's naked body and had sex with his mother, he'd do anything to have sex with her again. If only she'd agree to strip naked for Nude Day, he'd agree to strip naked too. Perhaps, once she was naked, she'd agree to have sex with him too in the way that she had sex with him before.

Then, still watching his mother with her date while slowly masturbating himself, when they emerged from the pool with his mother still topless, Ralph reclined on the chaise lounge while his mother stroked his cock before sucking his cock again. Never thinking that his mother sucked cock, yet glad that she did, just as he never thought his mother masturbated, his mother was blowing Ralph. While masturbating himself, John imagined his mother was stroking and sucking his cock. He wished that was his stiff prick in his mother's mouth instead of Ralph's big dick in his mother's mouth.

Once she made her date hard enough with her hand and with her mouth, she removed her bikini bottoms and sat on his stiff prick. His mother was fucking her date. He watched Ralph fuck his mother while John imagined fucking his mother. With her returning Ralph's hard and fast humps with her hard and fast humps, wishing that he was fucking his mother, John watched his mother's big, naked tits bouncing up and down and swaying side-to-side.

'I don't believe this. I don't believe my mother is naked. I don't believe she's having intercourse with her date,' thought John while watching his mother having sex with Ralph.

Instead of making love to her in the way that he wished he could make love to his mother, Ralph was fucking his mother in the way that he wanted to fuck his mother. He was pounding his mother's pussy. John wished that was his big, hard cock in his mother's warm, wet cunt. Even now, more than two years later, he still masturbated over the sexy sight of watching his mother blow her and fuck her date. He'd love nothing more than to fuck his mother again in the way Ralph fucked her and in the way that he fucked her when she came home on her fortieth birthday from the clothe female, nude male strip club drunk and horny.

Even now, still unsure, he wondered if his mother was putting on a sexual show just for him. John couldn't help but wonder if his mother knew that he had already seen her topless and naked more than once. He couldn't help but wonder if his mother knew that he was watching her having sex with her date from his bedroom window. He couldn't help but wonder if his mother was sexually teasing him by exposing him to her promiscuous, sexual behavior by making enough drunken noise to awaken him.

He couldn't help but wonder if she knew he was there in the dark hall while watching her giving herself a breast exam. Then, after seeing her running to the bathroom topless when she knew that he was in the living room, he couldn't help but think that she purposely flashed him her naked breasts. He couldn't help but wonder if she knew he was there in the dark hall again while watching her masturbate herself. Now, he wondered if she was really drunk that night when he stripped his mother naked and had sex with her naked body or if she was just pretending to be drunk.

'How hot would that be if my mother was an incestuous exhibitionist as much as I'm an incestuous voyeur? How hot would that be if my mother was as much of an incestuous whore as I am an incestuous pervert,' he thought?

* * * * *

Before he had sex with his mother, in the way that Ralph had kissed and felt up his mother, John wished it was him kissing and feeling up his mother. Before his mother stroked and sucked his stiff prick, in the way that she stroked and sucked her date's cock, John wished his mother would stroke and suck his cock again now. Before his mother fucked him, in the way that his mother fucked her date, he wished his mother would fuck him again now too. Sometimes exchanging Ralph's image for his image, he masturbated over his mother having sex with Ralph while imagining his mother having sex with him.

As if an endless cycle of perversion, now that he had sex with his mother, he had masturbated over that numerous times too. Unable to stop masturbating over all that he had sexually seen of his mother's beautiful, naked body, he continued masturbating over those images constantly. When he wasn't masturbating over seeing his mother topless while she examined her naked breasts in her mirror, he masturbated over the sexy sight of her running to the bathroom topless.

'I love her big naked tits. Being that today is Nude Day, I hope that I can see my mother naked again,' he thought.

Always masturbating over the remembered sexual images of his naked mother, he masturbated over his mother masturbating herself. He masturbated over watching his mother on the patio naked with her date. He masturbated over her date having sordid sex with his mother in the way that he wished he could have incestuous sex with his mother. Then, after having sex with his mother, when he wasn't masturbating over his mother's naked breasts, he was masturbating over having sex with his mother.

"And pray tell," she said with the innocent attitude of a mother talking candidly with her adult son. Only, she acted as if he was lying. As if she didn't remember deliberately flashing him and/or didn't remember him seeing her naked when they were having sex when she supposedly came home drunk, she asked him her next question with self-assured confidence. "When did you ever see me naked?"