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Mother strips naked in front of her son.

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Continued from Chapter Three:

"You'd like to fuck me?" She stared at him while waiting for him to reply. When he stared at the carpet instead of looking at her, she continued in her motherly interrogation of him. "You'd like to fuck your mother? You want to have incestuous sex with me?" She laughed. "Is that it? Is that what a MILF is? I never knew what that acronym meant until now," she said suddenly acting as if he had just complimented her instead of insulted her.

He looked at her looking at him. Other than staring down at the carpet, in the way she was looking at him, he knew there was nothing he could possibly say to hide his sexual attraction from her. Other than to cover the bulge in his pants with his hands, in the way she was looking at him, he'd only make his erection appear more obvious. Other than to turn around and face the other way, especially in the way she was looking at him, he knew there was nothing he could do to hide his growing erection that tented his pants from her.

So sexually obvious, too sexually obvious, with men getting hard, men were so sexually obvious. Totally opposite, women were more sexually, secretly discreet. With women getting wet and men getting hard, it was so much easier to read the horniness and/or sexual attraction of a man to a woman than it was to read the horniness and/or sexual attraction of a woman to a man. The biggest proof that he wanted to have sex with his mother was his growing erection that pushed against his pants. Feeling sick to his stomach that his mother now knows that not only is he sexually attracted to her but also that he wants to have sex with her and fuck her, he felt like the incestuous pervert that he is.

"Yes, I mean, no, Mom, it's just an expression. I'm sorry. That came out all wrong," he said.

Not letting him off the hook, she gave him a long look and an even longer pause before she continued speaking and before she continued her interrogation of him.

"Look at me," she said.

Instead of looking at her, he stared at her bra clad breasts. Instead of looking at her, he stared at the hard impressions her big nipples made in her bra. Instead of looking at her, he stared at her panty clad ass and pussy. Instead of looking at his mother's pretty face and her beautiful green eyes, he stared at his mother standing before him in her underwear.

"I am looking at you," he said with a nervous laugh.

She laughed a melodious laugh that made him want to take her in his arms and kiss her. He loved her laugh. He loved the way she was looking at him now with love and understanding.

"Look at me, not at my bra and not at my panties,' she said with a laugh. "Look me in my eyes," she said. "Look up here and not down there,' she said directing his stare to her beautiful green eyes instead of her big bra clad tits, her blonde trimmed, panty clad pussy, or her round, firm, panty clad ass.

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Chapter Four:

He was ready to listen to her lecturing him as to how wrong it was for him to sexually and incestuously lust over her. He was ready to hear her tell him that she was his mother and he was her son. He was ready to hear her tell him that they couldn't have sex, that they could never have sex, and that incest was wrong. He was ready to hear her tell him things that he already knew and didn't need to hear again, especially from her and especially when he sexually wanted her so badly.

A big mistake when he blurted out his sexual feelings for his mother, he had made a fool of himself by calling his mother a MILF. He had made a fool of himself by allowing his mother to know that he wanted to fuck her. What the Hell was he thinking? Embarrassed, humiliated, and sexually frustrated, he felt bad enough as it for being so sexually attracted to his mother.

Only, not entirely his fault, he was a horny, sexually frustrated man and she was a sexy, sexual woman. With her so beautiful, so sexy, so sensual, and so sexual, he couldn't help himself from being sexually attracted to her. He couldn't help himself from lusting over her, wanting her, and wishing he could have sex with her. His own hardest critic and disciplinarian, he berated himself for being such a horny, incestuous pervert.

How dare he sexually desire his own mother? What's wrong with him to want her sexually? He was embarrassed enough already lusting over his mother in the way that no son should ever have sexual thoughts for his mother. Embarrassed, humiliated, and ashamed, he wished he had never called his mother a MILF even though she definitely was. A mother he would love to fuck, if only he could fuck his mother, he would fuck his mother.

As if he was locked in a prison cell with his mother, he wished they hadn't lost the house and he wasn't confined to such a small space with her. Being with her in one small room for a prolonged period of time was not only sexually frustrating but incestuous torture. Wanting to feel her firm, shapely body in his arms, he wanted to hold her. Wanting to gaze in her big, beautiful, green eyes, he wanted to kiss her. Wishing she wasn't his mother but his lover, he wanted to touch her, feel her, fondle her, and have sex with her.

Expecting she was going to lambast him to discourage him from having incestuous thoughts for her, he was surprised when she didn't reprimand him. Expecting her to scold him and give him a ration of shit followed by a lecture, Michael turned to face his mother as Jennifer reached around herself, unhooked her bra, and removed it. As if he was sexually fantasizing it and as if she was someone else, a total shock, he couldn't believe his eyes when mother was suddenly and shamelessly standing in front of him topless. He couldn't believe his mother was topless. He couldn't believe he was finally seeing his mother's tits.

'Oh my God! I don't fucking believe this,' he thought while staring at her naked breasts.

He couldn't believe his eyes. As if his life had suddenly stopped before resuming in slow motion, he watched his mother remove one bra strap before removing the other. Then, while holding her bra cups in place with her hands, as if she was a sexy stripper onstage preparing to strip herself topless, she gave him a sexy smile and a naughty look before she exposed her naked breasts to him. Only, with his mother unlike any stripper he had seen before, a real seductive temptress, totally topless, she wasn't wearing pasties over her areolas and nipples.

When she removed her bra, there were her pink areolas and her big, erect nipples. Her naked breasts were right there in front of him to see. Something he had sexually fantasized over and imagined seeing for years, he couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's tits. He was seeing his mother's big tits. His mother's breasts filled his horny eyes in the way of twin full moons. He will never forget this day for the rest of his life.

"Mom?"

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As if he was seeing someone else's tits, the breasts of another woman other than his mother, he couldn't believe his eyes. He stared at her breasts as if he had never seen tits before. He stared at her breasts as if he was a 12-year-old boy seeing his first set of boobs instead of a 22-year-old man having seen thousands of naked breasts. Something he had always wanted to see, something he had always imagined seeing and fantasized seeing, he was seeing his mother's tits, her areolas, and her nipples.

He couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's breasts. Her naked breasts were right there in front of his horny eyes for him to ogle and for his horny hands to touch, feel, fondle, finger, and suck, if only he so dared. With the fun-bag playground open, he could feel his cock swelling, hardening, and pulsating with his sexual excitement.

Something he always did when seeing naked breasts, he compared her breasts to all of the other breasts he had seen in movies, in men's magazines, and on the Internet. Jumping her higher up on the best, natural breast list, he compared his mother's naked breasts to the naked breasts of other woman, celebrity women who had natural breasts. With dozens of images zooming through his head at lightning speed, the images of topless women fast forwarded through his head.

Filtering through his library of topless women, he omitted those women who had surgical enhanced breasts. Rather than enjoying a plastic surgeon's idea of what a woman's breasts should look like, he preferred what God gave some lucky women. Even though he liked their big tits and always stared at their cleavage and the tops of their exposed boobs, he removed Pamela Anderson, Christina Aguilera, Mariah Carey, Nicki Minaj, and Coco from his comparison list of topless women. Staying with Mother Nature's naturally endowed gifts, his criteria was not apples and oranges but instead and in this case real cantaloupes as opposed to genetically enhanced melons.

He compared his mother's naked, natural breasts to Jennifer Love Hewitt's gorgeous, natural tits. He compared his mother's naked, natural breasts to Selma Hyatt's beautiful, natural breasts. He compared his mother's naked, natural breasts to Scarlett Johansson huge, natural knockers. He compared his mother's naked, natural breasts to Jessica Simpson's perfect, natural jugs. Finally and lastly, he compared his mother's naked, natural breasts to Katy Perry's big, natural boobs.

'Wow! Better than all of those breasts, my mother has fabulous tits. Her breasts are so shapely,' he thought without voicing what he was thinking.

Indeed, she had better tits than the breasts of those women who seek out a plastic surgeon for breast implants. She had better breasts than the fake breasts of Pamela Anderson. She had better breasts than the fake breasts of Christina Aguilera. She had better breasts than the fake breasts of Mariah Carey. She had better breasts than the fake breasts of Nicki Minaj. She had better breasts than the fake breasts of Coco. The real deal, better than all the rest, his mother had the best tits.

A definite breast man, and with natural breasts always scoring higher in his personal breast comparison, he gave as many points for a woman having big breasts as he did for women having shapely breasts. Too many large breasted women don't have shapely breasts. Interestingly enough, making up for them having smaller breasts, many smaller breasted women have shapely breasts. An abnormality, not as common and rarer, his mother's large and shapely breasts were perfect. He loved his mother's breasts. With most women having saggy breast when they reached their forties, her breasts hardly sagged at all. She had the best breasts he had ever seen.

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Not wanting to make the same mistake again, when he called his mother a MILF, he didn't dare comment or compliment her on her great tits until she invited him to comment or compliment her perfect breasts. Who knows, maybe her removing her blouse, bra, and jeans was nothing sexual? Clueless, maybe her parading around him in her bra and panties was not incestuous. Maybe her standing before him topless wasn't sexual. Maybe he was the one perversely perverted and incestuously twisted and not his mother. Maybe he needed to give her the motherly respect she deserved and not think that everything she did was incestuously sexual.

Just happy to see his mother's naked breasts, maybe with her removing her bra and showing him her tits was something he'd be seeing on a daily basis now that they're living in a small, motel room. Maybe after a while, he won't even notice his mother's naked breasts. Nah, he doubted that he'd ever tire of seeing his mother's tits. Maybe he was the one who needed to screw his head on straight and stop looking at his mother and lusting over his mother as if she was his lover instead of his mother.

If only his Mom knew what he was thinking, with her so modest and moral, but for today with her standing before him topless, he'd be in deep shit. Yet, she was the one showing him her underwear clad body and now she was the one showing him her naked breasts. She was the one who was sexually teasing him and erotically enticing him by walking around him in her sexy underwear and now standing before him topless. Topless, his mother was topless. He couldn't believe his mother was standing in front of him topless. Topless, his mother was topless. He couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's tits. He'd be masturbating over this sight for the rest of his life.

Obviously, it's just breasts to his mother but it's more than just tits to him. Only, he felt like such a pervert for staring and for lusting over her hot, topless body. Seemingly it didn't sexually affect her to show him her tits in the way that it sexually affected him to see her tits. Seemingly it didn't sexually excite her to show him her nearly naked body in the way that it sexually excited him to see her nearly naked body.

Obviously, in the way he was sexually and incestuously thinking about his mother and his mother's topless body, she wasn't sexually and incestuously thinking that way about him and his naked body. Obviously, with them living in one room instead of a big house, she was showing him her breasts and the rest of her nearly naked body so that she'd get the nudity out in the open and out of the way without all the shame, the awkwardness, the humiliation, and the embarrassment. Obviously, she did that more for him than for her. Obviously, he was the incestuous pervert and not her.

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Then, not yet done with her striptease show, she continued shocking the shit out of him. Not stopping her striptease show there with removing her blouse, jeans, and bra, she looked up at him and gave him a sexy smile. As if she had just lost at playing strip poker, removing her last item of clothing, she put her thumbs on each side of her panties and slid her panties down and off. She kicked them off of her foot as if she was kicking a field goal.

'Oh, my God. Are you kidding me? I don't believe this,' he thought to himself.

As if he was in the audience of a stage show with Madonna or Cher, he raised his hand and caught his mother's worn, white, bikini panties in midair. Tempted to do so, he stopped himself from sniffing his mother's underwear. Instead he held onto them as if he had just caught a prized homerun ball at Fenway Park. Maybe she'd autograph her panties for him.

'To Michael, love Mom.'

She raised her arms and turned around to show her son her naked ass and what an ass it was. So round, so firm, and so shapely, he so wanted to feel her ass, squeeze her ass, and tap her ass. She did everything but bend over in front of him and wiggle her shapely, naked ass while daring him to touch her and fuck her from behind. She did everything but danced and twerked in front of him.

She was naked. His mother was naked. He couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's tits, ass, and pussy. In all the years he imagined his mother in her panty and bra, topless, and naked, as if giving him his own personal, private, striptease show, he forgot all about losing the house. As if she was his prize, he thought more about winning his mother.

'Oh, my God,' he thought. 'Oh, my God. I don't believe this. My mother is naked. I can't believe my mother is naked. This is so surreal. I'll remember this night for the rest of my life.'

As if he had never seen a naked woman before, he stared at her trimmed, dark, brown pussy and her round, firm, naked ass before staring at her big tits and erect nipples again. Certainly she wasn't just any woman. She was more than just any woman. She was his mother and his mother was naked. Naked, naked, naked, his mother was naked.

Just as he had never seen his mother in her bra and panties before, he had seen his mother in her bra and panty now. Just as he had never seen his mother topless before, he had seen his mother topless now. Just as he had never seen his mother naked before, he was seeing his mother naked now. Only, somehow, as if this sudden and unexpected, striptease show was a bonus, it was more sexually exciting, much more sexually exciting, because, not just any woman, it was his mother who removed all of her clothes. It was his mother who was naked.

Naked, naked, naked, she was naked. His mother was naked. He couldn't believe his mother was naked. She had such an unbelievable body. His mother was hot. As if taking inventory, he looked at his mother while trying to memorize ever mole and every freckle on her beautiful body.

More of a chestnut brown, her pubic hair was a shade darker than the hair on her head and it was neatly trimmed. She had pink, erect nipples with big, pink areolas. Her stomach was flat and toned and her legs were long and shapely. A sight to behold, an incestuous sight to see, she was such a beautiful woman, especially now that she was naked. Most women look better when wearing clothes. She was one of the few women who looked better naked than with her clothes. Leaving something to be desired, most women look better in there bra and panty. She was one of the few women who looked better naked than she even did in her bra and panty.

If he was a painter, he'd want to paint his mother in the nude. If he was a sculptor, he'd want to sculpt a naked statue of his mother. If he was a poet, he'd write a love sonnet for his mother naked. If he was a songwriter, he'd write a song in honor of his mother naked and in honor of his mother showing him her naked body.

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"Well?" She looked at him as if she wanted his opinion on a new dress she just bought instead of wanting his opinion on her naked body. Be honest. Tell me the truth," she said. "What do you think? Do you still think I have a good body?"

He was dying to comment and compliment her on her magnificent, naked body. He looked at her in the way that any horny, sexually frustrated, and incestuously and sexually attracted son would look at his MILF of a mother if she was standing in front of him naked.

'What does he think? Is she serious? He should pull out his erection to show her what he really thinks of her naked body. He should fill her hand with his cock to show her how big and how hard her striptease show of her beautiful, naked body has made him.'

As if she was a model standing on a mechanical lazy Susan, leisurely showing her naked body to him, she slowly turned around in front of him. She did everything but invite him to touch her and feel her. In asking for his honest opinion of what he thought of her naked body, she gave him permission to ogle her naked body and he used every second of that opportunity to stare, leer, and ogle his naked mother. For the sake of his solicited opinion, she gave him an excuse to stare at her tits, her ass, and her pussy. Giving him an up close and personal look, she gave him the opportunity to enjoy the naked sight of his mother longer.

Too busy staring at his naked mother, while imagining touching, feeling, and fondling her breasts and fingering her nipples, he was speechless. He had no words to describe her naked beauty. She wasn't just any naked woman that he picked up in a bar, at the club, or ogled on the Internet. She wasn't a naked slut, a naked whore, a naked hooker, a naked call girl, a naked escort, or a naked prostitute. She was his naked mother.

Normally not shy about giving his opinion, especially when asked, he couldn't immediately formulate words enough to answer her question of whether he thought she had a good body. He was still in shock that she removed her bra and panty. He was still in shock that his mother was standing before him naked. Too busy staring at his naked mother while imagining feeling and squeezing her naked ass, rubbing her clit, and fingering her pussy, he was too lost in his sexual fantasy of sucking her big, shapely tits to respond. He was immersed in the sexual fantasy of having deep, penetrating sex with his mother.
Imagining kissing her, French kissing her, and really making out with his mother, he'd like nothing more than to feel and fondle his mother's shapely tits while fingering her big nipples. He'd love nothing more than to suck his mother's big tits while reaching around her to feel her round, naked ass. Even though his feelings for his mother right then were sexual, he had this overwhelming love for his mother too.

Only, who was he kidding? He wasn't even kidding himself, never mind kidding his mother. Much more than love, what he felt for his mother was sexual. What he felt for his mother was incest.

Not only did he want to make love to his mother but also he wanted to fuck his mother. Forget about making love to her, he wanted to do every dirty, nasty, sexually, incestuous thing to his mother's naked body, especially now after seeing her naked. Pushing her down to her knees and putting a hand behind her pretty head, he wanted to hump her mouth while fucking her face. He wanted to cum in his mother's mouth after cumming in her pussy. He wanted to watch his mother swallow his cum after giving her an orgasm with his fingers, his tongue, and his cock.

He'd love nothing more than to kiss his mother, French kiss her, while feeling her everywhere that a son should never touch his mother, never mind sexually feel his mother. He'd love nothing more than to part his mother's lips with his tongue while holding her naked body against his naked body. Only, forbidden fruit and with an incestuous relationship strictly taboo, she was his mother and he was her son.

He was baffled. What son would sexually lust over his mother? He was in a complete quandary. What mother would parade around her son in her underwear? What mother would remove her bra in front of her son show him her naked breasts? What mother would remove her panties and show her son her naked ass and pussy? Under the pretense of getting their sexual and incestuous feelings out of the way, even he didn't believe that malarkey.

It was one thing for her to strip herself naked in front of him but she'd never have sex with him. She'd never suck his cock in the way he wished she'd suck his cock. She'd never fuck him in the way he wished he could and so wanted to fuck her. Even though she stripped herself naked and asked him what he thought of her naked body, it was one thing to ogle her naked body but it was quite another thing for him to feel and fondle her naked body. It was one thing for him to ogle her naked body but it was quite another thing for him to sexually kiss his mother and have sex with his mother.

How dare he disrespect his mother by wanting to have incestuous sex with her? How dare he lust over his mother's naked body in the way he'd sexually lust over a woman he picked up at a bar or at a club? How dare he lust over his mother's naked body in the way he'd sexually lust over a slut, a whore, a stripper, or a prostitute? He needed to reel in the incestuous lust that he had for his mother before he made a dreadful mistake. He needed to stop this forbidden sexual fantasy before he made an incestuous mistake. He needed to stop this forbidden sexual lunacy before he made a sexual pass at his mother that she'd never accept and that he'd regret.

More to do with perverse sex than with the natural and normal love felt between a mother and son, he needed to understand that even though he was seeing his mother naked, his incestuous lusting over his mother wasn't normal. It wasn't right. It was just wrong. He needed to understand that her stripping herself naked in front of him wasn't sexual to her, at all. Only, unable separate the two, love and sex, everything he did, every thought and every desire was sexual to him just as everything she did was sexual to him too.

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Sex, it was all about sex. The naughty look she gave him was sexual. Sex, it was all about sex. The sexy smile she gave him was sexual. Sex, it was all about sex. The flirting, the teasing, and the enticing were all sexual. Sex, sex, and more sex, his attraction to his mother was all about sex and had nothing to do with love.

Of course, the fact that she was his mother and the fact that he loved her, made his sexual attraction he felt that much more sexually exciting. Yet, his sexual attraction was more about sex, incestuous sex, than it was about love and about the love felt between a mother and her son. He'd do her right now, if she gave him the green light. He'd lick her pussy before making love to his mother. He'd fuck his mother right here and right now before expecting her to suck his cock, allow him to cum in her mouth, and swallow his warm, oozy load.

Sex and incest, it was all about sex and incest. Her unbuttoning her blouse in front of him was incestuously sexual. Sex and incest, it was all about sex and incest. Her removing her jeans in front of him was incestuously sexual. Sex and incest, it was all about sex and incest. Her parading around him in her bra and panties was incestuously sexual. Sex and incest, it was all about sex and incest. Her removing her bra and then her panties in front of him was incestuously sexual and not normal. Sex and incest, it was all about sex and incest. Sex and incest, sex and incest, sex and incest, every thought he had about his mother was incestuously sexual.

Her asking him her opinion of her naked body was purely incestuously sexual. Her turning around and posing for him while he stared at her ass, her pussy, and her tits was incestuously sexual. Especially now, with her still standing before him naked, he was having a hard time defining what was normal and what was perverse. He was having a hard time determining what was love, what was sexual, and what was incestuous. He sometimes had a hard time determining exactly what he felt for his mother. Did he feel love, real love, or did he feel lust, incestuous lust?

"No. I don't think that you have a good body," he said with a straight face before giving her shit eating grin. "You have an amazing body. You have an incredible body. You have a phenomenal body. You have the body of a 30-year-old woman instead of a 42-year-old woman. You have the best body I've ever seen," he said. "You have the body of someone like Eva Mendes. Definitely, with a body like your body and with you nearly the same age, you could be Eva Mendes' twin sister."

She blushed. She swooned. Apparently, by complimenting her body and comparing her to Eva Mendes, he said the right things to her.

"Thank you," she said.

Not embarrassed by his stare or ashamed by his leer, she surprised him with her lack of modesty by not getting dressed and not even covering her nakedness with her hands or forearms. She just stood there naked as if she was fully dressed. She just stood there naked as if she wasn't his mother but some older woman, a cougar that he brought home for the night. She just stood there naked as if she was an artist's nude model. Allowing him to enjoy the view and the forbidden, voyeuristic pleasure of her naked body, she just stood there allowing him to stare and leer at her naked body. She seemed to get off on her son seeing her naked as much as he was getting off on seeing his mother naked.

A son ogling his mother's nakedness and a mother allowing her son to see all that he wanted to see of her was just not only incestuous but also it just was not right. With this not a quick flash, a brief peep, or a sneak peak, a mother allowing her son to have a prolonged look of her naked body was expressly forbidden. With one encouraging the other, she was seemingly enjoying exposing herself as much as he was enjoying seeing his mother naked.

Even if he did nothing but stare, leer, and ogle his naked mother, this was incestuous. Even if he didn't touch or feel his mother's naked body, this was incest. This was taboo. This was wrong, so wrong. Yet, it was right, so right. Seemingly she was just as incestuously titillated as he was. Seemingly she was just as sexually attracted to him as he was sexually to her. Seemingly she wanted to have sex with him as much as he wanted to have sex with her.

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"I can't believe you're allowing me to see you naked," he said hoping he didn't ruin her naked show by embarrassing her, making her feel uncomfortable, and forcing her to cover her nakedness. "I can't believe that I'm seeing you naked Mom," he said not knowing what else to say. He paused while staring at her tits, her ass, and her pussy. "I've always wondered what you look like without your clothes," he said while wanting to confess that he had always imagined her without her clothes while masturbating himself. "You're so beautiful."

It was as if showing him her naked body was his reward for going through all the shit of losing their house. It was as if showing him her naked body was his reward for having to pack up a rental truck. It was as if showing him her naked body was his reward for having to unload the truck to put their possessions in storage. In the way she seemed to enjoy him ogling her naked body, she seemed to enjoy showing him her naked body.

Without her having any modesty, embarrassment, or shame, and with her making no attempt to conceal her nakedness from him, she just allowed him to enjoy the prolonged, naked view of her shapely body. In the matter of just a few hours, she went from the morally modest mother that she was to the incestuous whore that she is now. In the matter of just a few hours, she went from her showing no interest in sex to her sexually wanting him.

As if she was a nude model, she turned one way before turning the other. As if daring him to touch her, feel her, and have sex with her, she showed him all that he wanted to see of her naked body. She turned her back to him for him to see and ogle her naked ass in the way that he was ogling her naked tits and her naked pussy. As if daring him to feel her, she stood there with her arms by her side. She did everything but to bend over and touch her toes. Then, she turned to face him to address him.

"Well, now that you've seen me naked, with my nakedness out in the open and out of the way, we can stop all of this immature mother and son foolishness, sexual nonsense, incestuous embarrassment, and conforming morality and false modesty," she said. "Now that you've seen me naked, you can stop incestuously lusting over me and masturbating yourself over me," she said with a dirty laugh. "Now that you've seen me naked, perhaps we can return to being a normal mother and son." She gave him her best motherly smile. "Okay?"

She knows he had been sexually lusting over her? In the way he looks at her, stares at her, and leers at her, how could she not know he wants to have sex with her? She knows he had been masturbating over her while imagining seeing her naked as he was now, as well as imagining having sex with her as he hoped to have soon? With them living in the same house and now in the same small room, how could she not know that he masturbates over the thoughts of her naked and having sex with him?

Actually, what she said made sense on the surface but with him sexually attracted to her seemingly just as much as she was sexually attracted to him, who was she kidding? Just as he'd never stop masturbating over the thought of her naked and having sex with him, he'd never stop lusting over her. Unable to stop himself from looking at his mother sexually, and incestuously, he agreed with her nonetheless. What else could he do?

"Okay," he said while still continuing to ogle her naked body.

Only, with her still standing before him naked, he was confused. Was she really showing him her naked body just to put the immature foolishness, nonsense, embarrassment, and false modesty aside or was she flashing him her naked body because she wanted to have sex with him? Was her stripping naked part of her plan to sexually tease him, erotically entice him, and incestuously seduce him? Was she sexually attracted to him as he was sexually attracted to her? Did she want to have incestuous sex with him as much as he wanted to have incestuous sex with her? Then, continuing to shock him, she said something that surprised him even more.

"Now that you've seen me without my clothes," she said pausing to stare down at the bulge his erection made in his jeans. "Show me what you look like without your clothes," she said further shocking the shit out of him.

Only, he was more concerned with seeing his mother's naked body than he was in showing his mother his naked body. Then, when he didn't respond to her wanting to see him naked, she removed her flannel nightgown from her drawer, put it on over her head, and covered her nakedness. Show over. As fast as she was naked, she was wearing her heavy, flannel nightgown. As fast as she was his imagined incestuous lover, she returned to being his modestly moral mother. Only, after having seen her in her bra and panty, after having seen her topless, and after having seen her naked, she'd never be his modestly moral mother again.

Still, for as long as he shall live, he would never forget his mother in her sexy low cut bra and white bikini panty. For as long as he shall live, he would never forget her slowly removing her bra. For as long as he shall live, he would never forget seeing his mother's naked tits, her areolas, and her nipples. For as long as he shall live, he would never forget his mother naked. For as long as he shall live, he'd be masturbating over seeing his mother in her bra and panty, topless, and naked.

She sat on the bed looking at him in the way he was looking her. Seemingly, the point of no return, this was a defining moment between mother and son. With her already showing him her naked body, if he showed her his naked body, no doubt, their next step would be to have sex. Once they crossed that line of incest, they could never go back. Once they opened Pandora's Box of incestuous lust, sex, and debauchery, doomed to forever play in the Devil's playground, they'd be forever damned.

Yet, neither one was thinking about the repercussions of having incestuous sex. Neither one was pondering the ramifications of what would happen after they had sex. With fantasy much more fun, neither one was thinking about the reality of incest between a mother and her son. Lost in their sexual lust for one another, obviously both were just thinking of the here and the now. Seemingly neither one cared what would happen after they had sex. As long as they were both okay with it, with on one else there in their lives to answer to, it was no one's business what they did behind closed, motel doors. With the both of them now dancing to the beat of a different drummer, their drumbeat set the mood for what was to happen next.

Nonetheless their lack of concern for the consequences of having incestuous sex, there was always consequences for everything especially for delving in the forbidden. What would happen after he made love to his mother and she made love to him? What would happen after he fucked his mother and she fucked him? What would happen after he licked his mother to orgasmic pleasure and she sucked him until he ejaculated his cum in her mouth and she swallowed? Too late then, yet they wouldn't know what really would happen until after they had delved in the forbidden and had incestuous sex.

If they had incestuous sex, they could never return to being just mother and son. If they had incestuous sex, instead of just being mother and son, they'd be lovers. If they had incestuous sex, they'd always have the guilt, the shame, and the badge of what was forbidden was now their badge of shame to bear. With the capital letter I of incest, Somerset Maugham's modern day scarlet letter, they'd always have that guilt that others will suspect and that people would know that they were sexually intimate. No longer innocent, self-righteous, and guilt free, they'd both bear the heavy load of having incestuous sex.

She stared at him in the way he stared at her. Only, he was giving her a nervous and sexually excited look when she was giving him a sexy smile along with her naughty look. He couldn't believe it. He couldn't believe her. His mother was undressing him with her eyes.

As if he was beefcake Brad, a CFNM stripper she met in a strip club, she stared at him with as much sexual, incestuous lust as he was staring at her. Only, with her his mother and naked only a minute before, he didn't have to undress her with his eyes. He already knew what she looked like in her underwear, topless, and naked. Having just seen her naked, she was still naked in his mind. Naked, naked, naked, he finally saw his mother naked.

Now, even with her wearing her heavy, flannel nightgown, he could still clearly imagine her as if she was sitting on the bed naked. Even with her wearing her heavy, flannel nightgown, he could still see the shape and the size of her shapely breasts. Even with her wearing her heavy, flannel nightgown, he could tell she had a great figure beneath all of that soft, raised cotton. Even with her wearing her heavy, flannel nightgown, he could still see her big nipples pushing against the thick, cotton material.

"What do you mean?"

Even though he heard what she had said, he pretended that he didn't understand what she had said. Just as he knew exactly what she said, he knew exactly what she meant. In the way he saw his mother's naked tits, ass, and pussy, his mother wanted to see his naked prick. He couldn't believe his mother wanted to see his naked prick. Seemingly she was just as horny as he was. Maybe she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her.

"Strip. Show me what you've got," she said putting a finger to her lips while laughing at his confusion. "I showed you my naked body now you show me your naked body," she said with a dirty laugh, a sexy smile, and a naughty look. "It's the only way to quell this incestuous lust that you have for me," she said. "In the way that I showed you my tits, my ass, and my pussy, you need to show me your cock."

What made sense to him on the surface before didn't make sense at all to him now. Instead of quelling his incestuous lust, as soon as he saw his mother's naked body, she inflamed his incestuous lust. Even though she told him that her stripping herself naked was to remove all of the shame, the guilt, the embarrassment, and the nonsense incestuous nudity between mother and son, it only made it worse. Moreover, he knew as soon as he showed his mother his cock, he'd want her to touch him, stroke him, suck him, and fuck him. As soon as he showed his mother his cock, he'd want to touch her and feel her through her nightgown while kissing her.

As if he was sitting across from a player calling his bluff in Texas Hold'em, something he thought he'd love to do, strip naked in front of his mother, he now felt embarrassed. It was one thing for his mother to strip naked in front of him but it was quite another thing for him to strip naked in front of his mother. He couldn't believe she wanted him to show her his cock. He couldn't believe she wanted to see his prick. Seemingly, with her acting just as horny as he was and with her wanting to see his naked body as much as he wanted to see her naked body, he couldn't believe his mother was as incestuously perverse as he was.

"Mom?"

He looked at her questioning her intentions while she looked down at the growing bulge in his jeans. He couldn't believe his mother stared at the lump his cock made in his pants in the way he stared at the impressions her nipples made in her bra and her pussy slit made in her panties. Immersed in a men's world with men the good guys and women the sluts and the whores, it was one thing for him to ogle his mother but it was quite another thing for his mother to ogle him. He never knew that women ogled men in the same way that men ogled women. He never realized that women sexually lusted over men in the way that men sexually lusted over women. He couldn't recall his mother ogling him until now.
He always thought that he was the only pervert in the family. Obviously, like mother like son, he must have received his perverted, personal partiality for incest from her. In the way that his perverted, personal penchant for incest was for his mother, wouldn't that be perfect if his mother's perverted, personal proclivity for incest was for her son? Wouldn't that be something if his mother sexually and incestuously wanted him as much as he sexually and incestuously wanted her?

"C'mon, don't be shy. Show me your cock," she said. "I want to see it. I want to see how big it is. I haven't seen your penis since I used to give you baths," she said with a sexy laugh while giving him a sexy look.

He wanted to show his mother his penis but he was afraid that showing her his erect prick wouldn't stop there. Unable to control himself, he feared that he'd rape his mother and force her to have sex with him. Only, if anyone was raping anyone, it was his mother who would rape him.

"Mom," was all that he could say.

Her sexy look and what she said next made his cock curl upwards in his pants.

"It's been a long time since I've seen an erect prick. It's been even longer since I've held an erect prick in my hand and even longer since I've had a cock in my mouth and in my pussy," she said giving him a coy look.

'Huh? It's been even longer since she had an erect prick in her hand? Did she want to touch his cock? Did she want to hold his cock in her hand? It's been even longer since she had a cock in her mouth and in her pussy? Did she want to suck his cock? Did she want to fuck his cock?'

He couldn't believe what she was saying and what he was hearing. He never heard his mother use the cock word before. He never heard her talk so sexual before. Maybe she was just trying to make him feel more comfortable by having him expose his naked body to her in the way that she exposed her naked body to him. Maybe she was just horny in the way she'd had made him horny all night, beginning with her unbuttoning her blouse. Maybe she wanted to forget all the terrible experiences of today to have a bit of sexy fun tonight. Maybe, just so that the both of them wouldn't be miserable and ponder too much on the tragic events of the day, this was his sexy albeit incestuous treat.

"God, Mom. I'd be so embarrassed to strip naked in front of you," he said. "I'd be so embarrassed to show you my cock," he said lying.

He wondered what her reaction would be to seeing his stiff prick. If anything, he'd be sexually excited to show his mother his stiff prick. Already knowing what his reaction would be to his mother seeing his cock, no doubt, he'd have an erection. There was only one way to find out what her reaction would be to seeing his erect prick and that was to remove his cock from his pants and allow her to see his prick.

Something he didn't know though, something he always wondered about, and something more that he wondered about now, he wondered what her reaction would be to seeing his engorged prick. While knowing that his erection was caused by her stripping herself naked, he knew his erection was caused by seeing her naked body. He knew his erection was caused by imagining kissing her, French kissing her, while touching her and feeling her. He knew his erection was caused by the thoughts of showing her his cock. In the way he loved seeing his mother naked, he'd love to show her his erection. Taking the decision out of his hands, not that he needed any pressure from her, she coerced him and encouraged him to strip off his clothes.

"If you were in this room with a woman right now, a woman who wasn't your mother, you'd already be naked and flashing her your erect prick," she said without any shame, embarrassment, hesitation, and/or uncomfortableness. "Flash me. I want to see your erect prick," she said. "I dare you to show me your cock," she said with a dirty laugh. "I double dare you to show me your erect prick."

Daring one another and double daring one another was their fun thing to do. They were always daring and double daring one another to do something that they feared doing and wouldn't do unless they were dared and double dared. Only, this was the first time they dared and doubled dared one another for nudity sake. Now, that his mother just double dared him to show her his cock, a family tradition of honor, confidence, and courage, he had to show her his erect cock. Truth be told, he was already ready to show her his erect prick. He didn't need to be dared or double dared for him to show her his erection. He couldn't wait to show his mother his cock.

* * * * *

Michael removed his shirt and kicked off his sneakers. He unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans and kicked them down to his feet before removing them. He stood before his mother in his underwear in the way she stood before him in her bra and panties. He watched her stare down at the now big bulge his fully erect prick made in tenting his underwear. Then, taking a step closer to her, closer enough for her to reach out her hand to touch him, when she looked up at him to make eye contact, he turned and removed his briefs to show his mother his naked ass.

"There. Are you happy?"

As if he was dancing, twerking actually, with him facing away from her, he wiggled his naked ass.

"Turn around. Let me see your cock," she said slapping his naked ass with her hand. "Show me your prick Michael. C'mon. I want to see your dick in the way you saw my pussy."

With his hand covering his erect prick, his pubic hair peeking out the sides of his hand, and his testicles drooping lower, he turned to face her.

"Okay? Satisfied? There. I'm naked," he said with a nervous laugh.

She reached out her hand to move his hand away and her fingers slowly brushed by the full length of his penis.

"No, I'm not satisfied. In the way you ogled my tits, ass, and pussy, I want to ogle my son's cock," she said. "In the way that I stood before you naked to give you a prolonged look, I want you to stand before me naked to give me a prolonged look.

In the way that he stared at his mother's naked tits, ass, and pussy, she stared at his cock and testicles.

Figuring he'd be more embarrassed than he was when nakedly exposed to his mother, surprisingly he wasn't. Comfortable being naked in front of her, albeit sexually exciting showing her his naked body, especially his engorged prick, being naked in front of his mother felt natural. Being naked in front of his mother felt normal. For the first time, with his erect cock on full display to his mother's pretty, green eyes, he forgot all about the bank's foreclosure. He forgot all about having to load the rental truck and pay to put their possessions in storage. If only for a moment, he forgot all about the depressing sadness and suffering sorrow of losing the house.

Suddenly, with nothing between them, not even clothes, he felt closer to his mother than he had ever felt before. With her shedding her clothes in front of him and him shedding his clothes in front of her, a freeing experience, it was as if they no longer had any secrets between them. Free from their financial obligations and free from the burden of a house they could no longer afford, they were free from their incestuous inhibitions too.

Even though he was unbelievably, sexually aroused, he enjoyed being naked in front of his mother. He was just as sexually excited seeing his mother naked as he was with her seeing him naked. Now he wondered if she was just as sexually excited showing him her naked body as he hoped she was seeing his naked body. Now he wondered if she was just as sexually attracted to him as he was sexually attracted to her. Now he wondered if she was willing and wanted to have sex with him as he was willing and wanted to have sex with her.

To be continued...

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