Susan sexually teases her son, Ryan, by flashing him her nearly naked breasts and her naked pussy in the hopes of trying to persuade him to demonstrate naked with her on Nude Day.

Continued from Chapter 01:

"Obviously, that's why we can't use just any man, especially any man that I know. We need to find someone who isn't eager to get naked with us but who is reluctant to get naked with us. We need to find a man who would be embarrassed to be seen naked with us. The last thing we want is a man protesting with an erection," said Susan with a dirty laugh. "The last thing we want is some guy thinking we're easy because we're naked. The last thing we want is some horny man hitting on us in public while we're all naked."

Elizabeth gave her sister a dirty look.

"Speak for yourself. That depends on who the man is hitting on me," said Elizabeth laughing. "Having not seen a man with an erection in two marriages, I'd love to protest with a man showing his sexual interest in my naked body."

Julie rolled her eyes at her mother and Christine lambasted her aunt's sentiments.

"Aunt Elizabeth, really. Defeating our protest, the last thing we want is some man groping us in public. We don't want a man to act like the men we are protesting against," said Christine. "We need to find one, special man who isn't sexually attracted to us. Only, a paradox, unless he's sexually attracted to us, he'd never agree to strip naked with us," she said. "It's quite the conundrum."

Susan looked from her daughter to look at her sister before looking at her niece.

"I don't know of any men who'd be embarrassed to strip themselves naked, especially if they were with us when we were all naked, too," said Elizabeth with a chuckle. "Every man that I know would love to see any of us and all of us naked."

Elizabeth gave her sister a shrug.

"What about a gay man? He wouldn't be sexually attracted to us," said Julie. "That would work. Unless he was eying another man, the last thing he'd have is an erection."

Susan slowly shook her head no.

"A gay man would send the wrong message. If anything, for us to change how men perceive and treat women, we need a masculine man, a man's man, and a manly to set the example of how every man should be and respectfully act like in the presence of women," said Susan.

Elizabeth looked at her sister to exhale her sexual excitement.

"Be still my heart, a masculine man, a man's man, and a manly man sounds good to me," she said. "Actually, any man who has hair, teeth, and an erection sounds good to me, especially if he has money," she said quickly changing her standards. "If he has money, I wouldn't mind if he was bald, toothless, and flaccid," said Elizabeth with a dirty laugh.

Christine nodded her head in agreement of her mother.

"Most of the men that I know are pigs, bastards, and assholes. The only nice, kind, and considerate men are gay," she said with a laugh. "I guess you have to not be sexually attracted to women to treat women fairly and with respect," said Christine with sadness.

Agreeing with her cousin, Julie added her two cents.

"Sex and respect are at odds with one another when it comes to the fair and equal treatment of women in a man's world," said Julie. "It's all about men and not about women."

Elizabeth nodded.

"It's always been a man's world. Worse in the 40's, 50's, and 60's, seemingly women gain more power with each advancing decade," said Susan. "Nonetheless, as it was then, it still is now. Women have always been second class citizens."

Elizabeth nodded her head in agreement.

"Maybe I should marry a gay man as my third husband," said Elizabeth with a laugh. "Instead of having to turn lesbian to be treated better, at least a gay man would have a penis that I could suck and fuck."

Julie looked at her mother with shock and shame.

"Mom! Really. Jesus, suck and fuck? Where's your decorum? That's not a nice example that you're setting for me," said Julie.

Elizabeth made a sour face at her daughter and shrugged. Then, as if she had an inspired moment, Susan looked around the room with excitement.

"Oh, grow up. Don't be such a prude, Julie. You're an adult, not a child," said Elizabeth to her daughter. "I've had more sex at 18-years-old than you've had at 24-years-old. Maybe if you get naked instead of wearing a body stocking, you'll find a nice man," said her mother with a laugh.

As if she was the mother instead of the daughter, Julie gave her mother a smile of superiority.

"I'll grow up when you stop acting like such a whore, mother," said Julie.

Susan jumped up from her seat on the sofa.

"Eureka! I got it! I know who to ask. Don't worry about finding a man. I have the perfect man to demonstrate naked with us but I'll need your help to convince him to get naked. It won't be easy convincing him to protest naked with us. We all need to help him get over his shyness and his embarrassment to be seen naked with us. Since Nude Day is not for another month, we'll all have plenty of time to encourage him to strip off his clothes and volunteer to demonstrate with us," said Susan with a dirty laugh.

Christine looked at her mother with curiosity.

"Tell me," said Christine. "Who is it, Mother?

Elizabeth looked at her sister with sexual excitement.

"Tell us," said Elizabeth. "Who do you have in mind, Susan? And more importantly, will we have to give him sex to persuade him?"

Julie looked from Susan to look at her cousin, Christine before looking at her mother, Elizabeth.

"I wonder who the mystery man is," said Julie. "Do we know him? What does he look like? Is he cute? What's his name? How old is he? Is he single?"

Elizabeth moved her hand back and forth as if she was already masturbating this mystery man. Then, she raised her hand to her mouth and pushed her cheek out with her tongue as if she was already blowing him.

"Whoever he is, I hope he has a big cock," said Elizabeth.

Julie looked at her mother as if she was the mother instead of the daughter.

"Mother! Really. Big cock? Are you kidding me? We're going to protest Nude Day naked and you're thinking about sex and a big cock," said Julie.

### SusanJillParker 02 -- The Perfect Man for Nude Day ###

Susan asks the perfect man, her son, Ryan, to demonstrate naked with her on Nude Day.

Chapter 02:

Ryan, Susan's 23-year-old son, was still in bed sleeping when his mother quietly entered his bedroom practically naked and without knocking on his door to check if he was awake and/or decent. Obviously, not caring if he was decent, and perhaps hoping that he wasn't, she opened his bedroom door. Having never done anything like this before, she was nervous about what she was going to do. Having never done anything like this before, she couldn't believe what she was about to do now. In the hopes of enticing him to demonstrate Nude Day naked with her, as a prelude to all that he'd see of her, she was about to flash her son her nearly naked body.

Naked in bed and with a huge erection beneath the sheet, his morning wood, Ryan was barely awake but not decent. Had he been awake, he would have been embarrassed that his mother saw his obvious erection tenting his sheet. Had he been awake, he would have been sexually excited to see his mother standing before him practically naked. Had he been awake, never mind asking him to demonstrate Nude Day naked with her, perhaps he would have agreed to anything his mother asked him, even if she asked him for sex.

Yet, not decent herself, she was wearing her sexiest, sheerest, shortest, and lowest cut nightgown without her having enough modesty to wear a robe over it or panties beneath it. Obviously, in the way her sister, Elizabeth was too, Ryan's mother, Susan, was not just a whore but an incestuous whore. Obviously, she was there to solicit her son to volunteer to protest with her naked on Nude Day. Obviously, she was willing to do anything she could to get her son's help. Obviously, she was willing to not only show her son her nearly naked body but also to incestuously seduce him.

Going to extreme measures, she was there to flash and sexually tease her son into volunteering to demonstrate naked with her on Nude Day. Obviously, Susan was willing to show Ryan all that he wanted to see of her nearly naked body. What horny son wouldn't want to see his MILF of a mother's nearly naked body? What horny son wouldn't want to have sex with his MILF of a mother?

More than he had ever seen of his mother's nearly naked body before, as if she was wearing nothing at all, her nightgown was totally see-through. Having looked at herself in the mirror before entering her son's room, she knew all that he could see of her. He could not only clearly see the shape and the size of her large breasts but also he could see her pink areolas and pink nipples too.

As if she was dressed like a prostitute visiting his room for the night, not ashamed or embarrassed, she knew that he could see the darker shadow of her blonde, trimmed pubic hair through her sheer nightgown. When turning her back to her son, she knew that he could not only see the shape of her shapely ass but also her ass crack too. If she was to bend at the waist with her back to him, with her nightgown rising high enough for him to see nirvana, she knew that he'd have a nice in between her thighs view of her naked, glistening pussy lips.

Obviously, not taking no for an answer, her plan was to sexually tease her son enough for him to agree to protest naked with her on Nude Day. Most men would jump at the chance to see their MILFs of a mothers naked. Most men would jump at the chance to see their sexy sisters naked. Most men would jump at the chance to see their MILFs of an aunts and their sexy cousins naked, too.

Yet, Ryan wasn't one of those men. He wasn't like most men. He was kind, sensitive, well-mannered, and respectful. He wasn't into incest, or so he thought, until his mother came to his bedroom wearing what she was wearing, practically nothing. With him already in bed with a huge erection, if he wasn't into incest now, he'd never be.

Not to confuse Ryan's respectful attitude towards woman as not heterosexual, especially towards his mother, his sister, his aunt, and his cousin, he loved them but not in a sexual way. He wasn't gay. Ryan liked women but he was shy, especially when it came to nudity in front of his mother, his sister, his aunt, and his cousin. He loved his family but not in that incestuous kind of way.

Even though he masturbated over his mother, his sister, his aunt, and his cousin while imagining them naked and having sex with him, he'd never have sex with any of them. It would take a lot of sexual teasing for him to change his mind about demonstrating naked on Nude Day with his MILF of a mother, his sexy sister, his MILF of an aunt, and sexy cousin. It would take a lot of sexual teasing for him to agree to allow his mother, his sister, his aunt, and/or his cousin to see his cock whether flaccid or fully erect.

* * * * *

The first time deliberately exposing her nearly naked body to her son, feeling the whole range of sexual and incestuous emotions, Susan was as nervous as she was sexually excited to be in her son's bedroom with what she was wearing. She was as nervous as she was sexually excited to be in her son's bedroom while he had an obvious erection. Having never done this sort of flashing before, especially with her son, as soon as she entered his bedroom, she knew that he could see more of her MILF of a body than he had ever seen before.

As soon as she entered his bedroom, as if she was a stripper the first time on stage, she took a big breath of sexual anticipation before turning on his bedroom light. Once she turned on his light, there'd be no turning back. Once she turned on his light, he'd see every sexual part of her nearly naked body. Once she turned on his light, no longer his mother and with him no longer her son, she'd be just another older woman in a bedroom with a man half her age.

No longer thinking about the Nude Day protest but thinking more of exhibitionism and incestuous sex, she wondered what his reaction would be to seeing so much of her. She wondered if he'd be as sexually excited to see him her nearly naked body as much as she was sexually excited to show him her nearly naked body. She wondered if he'd want to have sex with her as much as she suddenly wanted to have sex with him. Suddenly imagining her son touching her and feeling her through the thin material of her nightgown, she wondered if he'd take the next step in crossing the incestuous line after she had already taken the first step.

With him seeing her nearly naked body in his brightly lit bedroom, she wondered if he'd stare, leer, or look away. As if turning on his bedroom light was her signal to reveal her nearly naked body to her son, it was show time! This was it. This was really it. There was no turning back now. She couldn't be anymore naked without being naked. She knew that her son was seeing every part of her shapely body that he had ever imagined seeing of her naked body while masturbating himself.

As soon as she turned on his light, Ryan peeked open his eyes to see his mother standing there in her sexy, skimpy, and revealing nightgown. As soon as she turned on his light, her son saw all that she was showing him. For the first time, she felt naked in front of her son. For the first time, she had sexual feelings for her him. For the first time, in a long time, she was as horny as she was sexually excited. If he dared show his sexually interest in her by touching her, feeling her, and fondling her, she'd show her sexual interest in him by stroking him, sucking him, and fucking him.

"Mom," he said softly as if he was still dreaming. "Mom," he said again as if he was beckoning her to his bed.

In the way that he looked at her, obviously, he never saw his mother wearing such a sexy, skimpy, sheer, and low-cut nightgown without her having the modesty enough to wear a robe over it. He stared at her as if he was, perhaps, dreaming her, sexually fantasizing her, or imagining her naked. He stared at her with an obvious, incestuously lustful, sexual attraction in the way that she stared at his erection that raised the sheet as if it was a pole raising a circus tent. Obviously, with his erection throbbing and pulsating beneath the sheet, he liked what he was seeing just as his mother liked what she was seeing too.

Even with him half asleep and with his eyes barely open, he could obviously see that she was practically naked beneath this thin piece of sheer material called a nightgown. Unable to stop staring at the impression his prick made in the sheet, his stiff prick looked so big and so hard. How could he not see all of his mother's nearly naked body in the bright light of his bedroom? Suddenly, in the way that he stared at her and leered at her, deflating her sexual excitement, she felt ridiculous that she was flashing her son her nearly naked body.

Unlike her to feel awkwardly indisposed, she suddenly felt embarrassed that her son was seeing all that she was deliberately showing him. How could she expose herself to her son like this? Why would she sexually and incestuously tease him? This was her son and not some strange man that she picked up in a bar and asked home. Yet, too late to change her mind, she was in his room now and practically naked with her wicked, incestuous thoughts of incest. Having gone this far, if only for the sake of her Nude Day protest, she needed to go through with the rest.

Before she entered his room, she felt confident that he'd stare at her in the way that he was leering at her now. What son doesn't think of his MILF of a mother naked? What son doesn't masturbate over the thoughts of having sex with his MILF of a mother? Then, suddenly feeling awkwardly embarrassed flashing her son, her sudden lack of self-confidence dashed her hope that she'd successfully, sexually tease him enough for him to agree to demonstrate with her naked. Feeling confident that he'd sexually want her before, she thought of something she hadn't considered now.

'Oh, Dear,' she thought while suddenly feeling foolish. Here she was a 46-year-old woman trying to sexually interest her 23-year-old son in her nearly naked body. Here she was a 46-year-old woman using incestuous sex to enlist the help of her 23-year-old son to demonstrate naked with her on Nude Day. Convoluted in thought, her demonstrating naked with her son on Nude Day for the fair rights and better treatment of women who are emotionally, physically, and sexually abused was a paradox at best. In the way that sexist men use sex against women, she was using sex to entice her son.

In the way that Dustin Hoffman as Benjamin Braddock first rejected Anne Bancroft as Mrs. Robinson in The Graduate, what if he rejected her? What if he doesn't sexually want her in the way that she obviously, sexually wants him? How embarrassing would that be to have her son not even sexually look at her in the way she hoped that he'd sexually look at her? How embarrassing would that be to have her son not even sexually look at her in the way that she sexually looked at him when she saw his erection?

What if her sexual teasing doesn't work because he doesn't want her, his mother, sexually? What if he has more morals and more modesty than she has? What if he's not into demonstrating naked with his naked mother, his naked sister, his naked aunt, and his naked cousin? What if he's not into incest in the way that she suddenly is? What if her son rejects her in opposition to how she's willing to sexually accept him as her lover?

On the flipside of that coin, what if he wanted to have sex with her? What would she do then? Would she call his bluff and give him incestuous sex or would she reject him in the way that she feared that he may reject her? Oxymoronically, maybe the only way to enlist his cooperation in her Nude Day, women's equal rights and better treatment of women demonstration was by having sex with her own son. How convoluted is that? With incestuous sex in conflict of women's equal rights, better treatment, and fair wages, having sex with her son to elicit his cooperation in her protest didn't make sense.

Obviously, by the erection that tented his sheet, he was sleeping naked. Obviously, by the erection that tented his sheet, he was sexually aroused. Obviously, unless he woke up like this, by the way his cock was throbbing and pulsating, he was sexually aroused from seeing his mother in her sexy, see-through nightgown. In the sexual way that he was seeing her, she'd enjoyed the sexual way that she was seeing him. In the way that she hoped he'd like to remove her nightgown to see her naked, she'd love to remove his sheet to see him naked.

She wondered if he had already masturbated. She wondered if he'd be masturbating over what he saw of her as soon as she left his bedroom. In the way that she'd suddenly like to masturbate her son, she'd like to watch him masturbate himself. She'd like to watch him cum. If he allowed her to masturbate him, she'd allow him to cum all over her hand, across her naked breasts, and/or even in her mouth.

Now with her knowing that her son was already sexually in the mood and ready for sex, it wouldn't take her much to tease him enough to elicit his cooperation in her Nude Day demonstration. Hopefully, with him already having an erection, it wouldn't take much to get him to do whatever she wanted and needed him to do, even demonstrate naked with her, his sister, his aunt, and his cousin on Nude Day. Hopefully, as if he was her sex slave, perhaps she could persuade him to do more than just demonstrate naked with her.

Nothing more than a little exhibitionism and voyeurism mixed with a little touching and feeling should make him agree to whatever she wanted and needed him to do. Perhaps, even more of a forbidden thought, she could persuade him to give her incestuous sex. Ready to give him incestuous sex, all he had to do was to strip off the sheet and expose his erect cock to her. All he had to do was to feel her breasts and finger her nipples through her nightgown. All he had to do was to give his mother a long, wet kiss while touching and feeling her everywhere.
* * * * *

"Ryan? Psst, Ryan," she whispered. "Are you awake?"

If he wasn't awake before, he was surely awake now that she turned on his bedroom light and was standing before his horny eyes nearly naked. Besides, she knew he was awake. As soon as she turned on his bedroom light, she heard him whisper her name and saw him eyeing her through the slits of his mostly closed eyes. As if he was a man and she was a woman instead of a son with his mother, he was sexually staring at his nearly naked mother in the way that she was staring at his huge erection.

"Mom? What is it? What's wrong?"

Taking the next incestuous step, while facing him, Susan sat on her son's bed by his knee. She couldn't believe she was sitting next to him wearing what she was wearing while in his brightly lit bedroom. She couldn't believe she was sitting next to her son with him having a huge erection. Her hand was only inches away from his throbbing and pulsating cock.

With her leg tucked beneath her and with her nightgown already risen past mid-thigh, giving him a fee show of her naked pussy, Ryan's line of view was looking right between his mother's shapely thighs. Something she normally does when wearing a nightgown, she wasn't wearing panties. Aware that she was giving her son an in-between her knees view of her blond, trimmed pussy, she was wicked in exposing her naked cunt to her son. The first time deliberately flashing her son her pussy, she may have given him accidental up-skirt views of her panties or up-nightgown, quick flashes of her naked pussy but she never gave him such a prolonged view of her cunt.

Acting as if and pretending that she didn't know that she was flashing him her naked pussy, she saw him looking, staring between her legs, and leering at her exposed cunt. As much as it sexually excited her to flash her son, it sexually excited her even more to know that he was staring and was sexually interested. As if he wasn't her son but just a young man she picked up and invited home, she suddenly felt a familiar wetness between her thighs. When she caught him staring, her nipples erected. When she caught him staring, he looked away obviously embarrassed that he was caught seeing so much of his naked mother.

Undoubtedly by his huge erection, early mornings were his horniest times and his mother was doing everything that she could to make him even hornier and more sexually uncomfortable. In the way that he obviously stared at her exposed pussy, she stared at his engorged prick. In the way that he leered at the impressions her naked breasts and nipples made through her nearly see-through nightgown, she leered at his erection. With her a single, working Mom, it had been quite a while since she had sex. It had been a long time since she had seen a prick, held a prick, stroked a prick, sucked a prick, and fucked a prick.

With his cock exposed through the thin sheet as much as her breasts were exposed through her sheer nightgown, little did he know that she could see as much of him as he could see of her. Little did he know that he was making her horny, too. Little did he know that she'd have sex with him if he dared to make a pass. In the way that she was sexually frustrated by not having a man in her life, to her benefit, she knew that he had been sexually frustrated since he broke up with his longtime girlfriend, his fuck buddy, Sarah, several months ago.

* * * * *

"I'm awake now, Mother," he said with a laugh.

He rubbed his eyes as if he was dreaming at all that he was seeing of her through her sexy and nearly see-through nightgown. No longer looking away nor removing his eyes from her, he stared at the tops of his mother's abundant breasts, at her long line of exposed, sexy cleavage, and at the impressions her erect nipples made in her nightgown. Then, continuing to stare, he stared down again at his mother's exposed, glistening wet pussy. In the way that he stared at his mother's exposed cunt, she stared at her son's nearly naked prick.

"Good morning, Mom," he said talking more to her naked pussy and what he could see of her nearly naked tits than he was to her. "How are you today?"

Seemingly, he was nervous by all that he was seeing of his mother's beautiful, nearly naked body. He rubbed his eyes again as his obvious pretense for him to look longer at what she was showing him, and without him being caught staring. Awkward at least and incestuous at best, she was his mother after all and he was her son.

For her to sexually tease her son was incestuous just as for him to sexually lust over her was incestuous, too. It was one thing to sexually fantasize having sex with her but for him to want his mother in a sexually inappropriate way was forbidden. With her playing in the Devil's playground, she was tempting him to touch her, feel her, fondle her, and have sex with her. It was one thing to look but for him to stare and to want to have sex with his mother was something that would never happen.

Besides, unless he was from a background of sexual abuse or lived in an area where incest was more normal and accepted than not, what son would sexually lust over his mother? Just because Ryan incestuously lusted over his mother and perhaps even masturbated over her while imagining her naked and having sex with her, may not mean that he'd ever have sex with his mother. It was one thing to entertain the forbidden, lustful thoughts of having incestuous sex with his mother but it was quite something else to go through with having incestuous sex with his mother.

Besides, unless she was from a background of sexual abuse or lived in an area where incest was more normal and accepted than not, what mother would deliberately flash her son bits and pieces of her nude body? Just because Susan flashed her son most of her naked breasts and her naked pussy doesn't mean that she'd have incestuous sex with him, or would she? Even worse than a mother flashing her son, it was one thing for a mother to flash her son but it was quite something else for a mother to have sex with her son.

Even if she wanted to have sex with him, for her to want to have sex with Ryan was something that would never happen. The fact that she was his mother and he was her son counteracted and nullified any incestuous thoughts that they may harbor to have illicitly forbidden sex. Yet, how convenient would it be to have sex with Ryan while his sister was at school or at work? How hot would that be to have a live-in fuck buddy, even if he was her son and she was his mother?

Yet, she'd never have sex with her son. Most times, it was enough to erotically titillate, sensually tickle, and sexually tease one another. Most times it was enough to flash and lust over one another without having incestuous sex with one another. Most times, masturbation curbed whatever forbidden desires and lascivious thoughts of inappropriate sex they may have had but not this time. This time, with her taking this incestuous, sexual teasing to the next level, was different.

By the look of shame on his face, he obviously felt guilty for sexually staring at his mother's nearly naked breasts and naked cunt. Assuredly never believing that his mother would deliberately flash him her tits and/or her pussy, especially her pussy, he obviously blamed himself for his incestuously thoughts and not her for flashing him. Only, as much as he couldn't stop himself from staring at all that his mother was showing, he couldn't control himself from developing a harder and bigger erection by all that he was seeing of her.

* * * * *

If only he knew that his mother was deliberately flashing him, what would he say? What would he think? What would he do? If only he knew his mother was as interested in his cock as he was in her pussy, what would he say? What would he think? What would he do? If only he knew his mother would willingly masturbate him, suck him, and/or fuck him, then would he make an incestuous, sexual pass at his mother? Would he willingly have incestuous sex with his mother if she was willing to have incestuous sex with him?

At the right time and in the right place, if only in this moment he knew that his mother sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her, what would he say? What would he think? What would he do?

Obviously, in the way that he stared at her with loved mixed with sexual lust, he thought of his mother as innocent as he thought of himself as an incestuously perverted. Obviously, he thought his mother was blameless in her accidentally flashing him while he thought that he was wicked in his incestuous lust for her by staring at all that she was showing and all that he was seeing. Obviously, he felt shamelessly guilty for sexually and incestuously not only staring all that he could see of his mother's nearly naked tits and all that he could see of her naked pussy but for also wanting to have sex with his mother?

Never blaming their mothers for flashing their sons, what sons would think any less of their mothers in thinking that they were incestuous whores? Blaming themselves for their incestuous lust, what sons would think any less of their mothers that their Moms sexually wanted them in the way that they sexually wanted their mothers? What sons would think any less of their mothers in knowing that their Moms had a sexual life before they were born? What sons would even suspect that their mothers were just as sexual, as horny, and masturbated as much as they did? What sons would think that their mothers masturbated themselves never mind sucked cocks?

No doubt thinking that his mother was inadvertently flashing him her nearly naked tits and especially her naked pussy, wouldn't he be surprised, shocked even to know that his mother was deliberately flashing him her nearly naked tits and her naked pussy? Wouldn't he be surprised, shocked even to know that his mother suddenly sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her? Wouldn't he be surprised, shocked even to know that his mother was without shame, embarrassment, guilt, and/or remorse for her son to see her naked? Pussy for picket sign, wouldn't he be surprised, shocked even to know that his mother would willingly give her son sex for him to agree to demonstrate naked with her on Nude Day?

With her soon to be demonstrating naked against the deplorably unfair treatment of women, she obviously didn't care how much she showed her son of her shapely, naked body and how much he saw of her shapely, naked body. Yet, with her soon to be demonstrating naked against the deplorably unfair treatment of women, she was being counterproductive in what she was instilling in her son by flashing him her nearly naked tits and her naked pussy. In the way that women have tempted men with sex since Adam and Eve, using her sexual charms, she was sexually abusing her role as Ryan's mother.

In the hopes of getting him to demonstrated naked with her, she was willing to sacrifice her shapely, naked body to enlist her son's help by even giving him incestuous sex, if that's what she had to do. In the hopes of getting him to demonstrate naked with her on Nude Day, with his opinion of a man's point of view important to her Nude Day demonstration, she needed him to help her to make her Nude Day statement. Yet, what she was teaching her son by flashing him her shapely naked body, something that he should never see, was that all women, including his mother, perhaps especially his mother, were whores, incestuous whores, willing to trade sex for favors.

'God, I don't believe I'm doing this. I don't believe I'm in my son's bedroom wearing this sheer, sexy nightgown. I can't believe I'm flashing my son my nearly naked breasts and my naked pussy. I can't believe that I'm such an incestuous whore. I can't believe I'm incestuously lusting over my son's erection,' she thought while staring at his throbbing and pulsating prick and while he stared at what he could see of her breasts and her nipples, as well as her naked pussy.

* * * * *

With Susan already going down that rabbit hole of sexual depravity by deliberately flashing her son her naked pussy and her nearly naked breasts, she was obviously willing to do anything to enlist his help. Prostituting herself in exchange for his cooperation to picket with her while demonstrating naked, obviously unable to help herself, Ryan was in a no-win situation with his mother. Damn if he made a pass at her, he'd be damn if he sexually rejected his mother too. Seemingly, all he could do was to stare. Obviously, he was leaving it up to her to make the next sexually incestuous move.

Yet, no matter how guilty he felt for staring and for what he was sexually and inappropriately thinking, as soon as his mother left his room, he'd obviously be masturbating himself over seeing his mother's naked pussy and most of her big tits. No matter how guilty he felt for staring and for what he was sexually, inappropriately thinking, as soon as his mother left his room, he'd obviously be masturbating himself over the thoughts of his mother naked and having sex with her. No matter how guilty he felt for staring and for what he was sexually and inappropriately thinking, he'd be kicking himself later if he didn't make a sexual pass at his mother now.

With her in his room practically naked and with her staring at his sheet covered cock as much as he was staring at her sheer nightgown clad body, it was obviously up to him to make the next sexual move. If he wasn't sexually attracted to his mother before, after seeing her in this sexy, sheer, short, and low-cut nightgown, judging him by his throbbing and pulsating erection, then he was obviously sexually attracted to her now. Only, with him never thinking bad of his mother, he obviously gave her the benefit of doubt that she could be an incestuous whore as much as he was now an incestuous pervert.

Was she deliberately flashing him her naked pussy and what he could see of her tits or was she accidentally flashing him? Was she in his room wearing what she was wearing in hopes he'd give her sex? Nonetheless, whether she was deliberately or accidentally flashing him, what did it matter? What mattered was that he was seeing more of his mother's sexy, shapely body than he had ever seen before.

With her nightgown practically see-through, he was seeing his mother's tits and her erect nipples as if she was sitting on her bed topless. In the way that she was sitting on his bed facing him with her leg beneath her thigh and her knees spread wide open, he was seeing his mother's blonde, trimmed pussy. He had an uninterrupted view of his mother's cunt. With his erect cock tenting his thin sheet, he obviously knew that his mother could nearly see as much of his stiff prick as he could see of her naked cunt.

No doubt, as soon as his mother left his room, he'd be stroking himself over the imagined thoughts of licking his mother's pussy and fingering her cunt while fondling her breasts and fingering her nipples. No doubt, as soon as his mother left his room, he'd be stroking himself and ejaculating his cum in his hand as if cumming in his mother's pussy while imagining making love to his mother before fucking her. No doubt, as soon as his mother left his room, he'd be stroking himself and ejaculating his cum in his hand as if cumming in his mother's mouth while imagining his mother sucking his cock.

As much as he obviously enjoyed seeing all that she showed him and all that he saw of her through her sheer, sexy nightgown, no doubt he couldn't wait for her to leave his room so that he could masturbate. Giving him much to masturbate over, what son doesn't imagine their mother, especially their MILF of a mother wearing her sexiest, sheerest, shortest, and lowest cut nightgown without the modesty of a robe? What son doesn't imagine their mother, especially their MILF of a mother, who has a sexy, shapely body, dressed only in her bra and panties? What son doesn't imagine their mother, especially their busty mother, topless and wearing only her sheer, bikini panties?

What son doesn't imagine their mother, especially their MILF of a mother, who has a body like a stripper, naked, willing, and ready to have incestuous sex? What son doesn't imagine what it would be like to have sex with their mother, especially their MILF of a mother? What son cursed with incestuous thoughts, doesn't think of their mother, especially their MILF of a mother, naked and making love to them before fucking them? What son cursed with incestuous thoughts, doesn't think of their mother, especially their MILF of a mother, stroking their cock while sucking their cock? What son doesn't imagine giving their mother a sexual orgasm with their fingers, tongue, and cock before giving their mother a cum bath?

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"How am I today?" She looked at him as if he had just awakened her and interrupted her from a sexual fantasy that she was having with him as her main character. "I'm fine, Ryan, thank you for asking but I'm worried about you," she said lightly resting her motherly hand on his sheet covered right thigh. Her fingertips were only inches away from touching his erect prick. "You were limping so badly yesterday. How's your leg? Is it any better?"

Probably just a pulled muscle, Ryan hurt his right thigh doing one too many squats after doing sprints while running as fast as he could. Only, by her continual stare of what tented his sheet, she seemingly was more concerned with his middle leg than she was concerned about his right leg. If she dared to want to massage his sore leg, she more wanted to stroke his middle leg. With his erection beckoning her in the way that her naked pussy beckoned him, she'd gladly masturbate her son if only he'd demonstrate naked with her on Nude Day.

"It's still sore," said Ryan. "The heating pad helped a little but now it aches like a bad toothache," he said grimacing.

Susan smiled at her son while staring at him. Difficult for her not to stare, she did her best not to look at the huge impression his cock made through the sheet but she couldn't help herself from staring. His cock was so big. His prick was so hard. With it been years since she had a cock in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy, he was making her horny. If he wasn't her son but a guest staying in her home, she would have already sexually attacked him.

In the way that he, no doubt, wondered what she looked without her nightgown, she wondered what his cock looked like without the sheet. Suddenly feeling more than horny but sexually deranged, she wondered what his erect prick felt like in her hand, in her mouth, and in her pussy. As if his stiff prick was a huge snake, a Cobra wanting to break free, she watched his cock pulsating and throbbing beneath the sheet. As if she was a snake charmer beckoning the snake to respond, she was mesmerized by her son's engorged prick.

In the way that he could see the complete outline of her breasts through her sheer nightgown, she could see the complete outline of his cock through the thin sheet. In the way that he could see the impressions that her areolas and her erect nipples made through her nightgown, she could see the dark shadow that his pubic hair made through his sheet. With his eyes darting down from the impressions her big nipples made in her low-cut nightgown to her flashing him her naked pussy, he did his best to make eye contact with his mother's big, beautiful, blue eyes. Nonetheless, in the way that she couldn't help herself from staring at his erection, he obviously couldn't help from staring at all that he could see of her tits and pussy.

Not yet crossing the imaginary line of incest, if they were both guilty of anything, they were both guilty of looking and staring. Seemingly ready to cross the imaginary line of incest, if they were guilty of anything, they were both guilty of enjoying all that they were seeing. The lull before the incestuous, sexual storm, if they were guilty of anything, they were both guilty of harboring incestuous lust for one another. Yet, looking and staring was one thing but a son having sex with his mother and a mother having sex with her son, a forbidden line they should never cross, was something else entirely.
"I have the perfect remedy to help make your thigh feel better," said Susan with a sexually devious smile. "By taking your mind off your pain, you'll be walking around without limping in no time."

In one, fast, fluid motion, as if removing the sheet from a valuable work of art, she removed the sheet from her son. In one, quick pull, as if a magician removing a tablecloth from a table without breaking a glass or disturbing a dish, she removed the sheet from her son's naked body. Before Ryan could even react to cover his nakedness, as if his prick was taking a bow to his mother, his erect cock greeted her with a spring and a throb.

In the way that his mother was nearly naked in front of him, he was totally naked in front of his mother. Returning the sexual favor, in the way that he had been staring at his mother's naked cunt, she stared at her son's naked prick. If it wasn't forbidden enough that she had been flashing him her naked pussy, she couldn't believe she was seeing Ryan's erect, naked cock. She couldn't wait to tell her sister, Elizabeth, what she had done for the sake of enticing her son to join their Nude Day naked demonstration.

"Mom," said Ryan. "How could you? Gees," he said covering his erect prick with his hand. "What the Hell? Oh, my God! I don't believe you did that. I can't believe you saw my prick. I'm so embarrassed Mom. I'm so very embarrassed."

To be continued...

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