Mom Saves Nude Day

"Yes. In the summer you don't cover yourself when you sleep," mom answered. One corner of her mouth curved into a smile. I hoped she wasn't making fun of me.

"Well... okay." Slowly I turned around to face her, my mast leading the way.

"See? There's nothing embarrassing about this," said mom looking straight into my eyes. She was right, even though we were both facing each other naked in the bathroom, I felt relieved that I could at least let my mom see me like this.

"Yeah, but you're my mom. There are other women out there. I don't want them to see me like this," I whined.

"Did you try?" Mom made that jerking movement with her fist.

"Yes," I answered.

"It still didn't go down?" Mom looked down and raised her eyebrows as if she was surprised to see my cock.

"No. It's not that. I can't finish," I said quietly.

"Can't finish?" mom asked thoughtfully, staring at my erection. It made me a little uncomfortable and I began shifting my hips nervously.

Mom finally looked back up at me. "I don't have time for your games, Steven. You can either, beat off quickly and go enjoy the party or hide in here until your dad finds you."

I shuddered at that thought. I knew my dad would not be as nice as mom. He would probably drag me out by the hand and embarrass me in front of everyone. My life would be over and I would never be accepted to the university.

I felt helpless as I stood in front of my mom with my huge hard-on.

"Well?" she asked.

"Mom, I can't orgasm," I whined and hung my head.

"I can't believe this," mom said suddenly. "Come here!"

I looked at her just in time to see her take a step towards me and lick her palm. I suddenly felt dazed. I was trying to figure out what the hell mom was doing, even after she grabbed my shaft and began jerking it rapidly. At first I wanted to say something, but couldn't get my thoughts together. I felt like a simpleton standing there with my mouth open, arms hanging limp at my sides. It felt strange that someone other than me was touching my cock. I admit that at first it felt cool, but then the fact that my own mom was helping me with this made me feel incompetent.

Mom and I stood there in the bathroom in complete silence as she stroked my cock. Her head was slightly bowed and her concentration was on her work. I didn't know how to behave or where to look. It made me uncomfortable to look at her face so my eyes began to wonder. As it happened, my gaze fell on her heavy tits and I watched them sway in rhythm with her jerking. Her tits sagged down just past her ribs, but were still round and full and reminded me of elongated squash. Mom had big nipples with large, skin colored areola circles. My eyes wondered lower and fell on her pubic area. She always had a neatly trimmed triangle down there, the pointy end disappearing between her legs. I looked at mom's feet and traced them up. She had long legs, the kind that made her body look shorter than it really was. At the top her legs joined together into her ample hips. Mom had a small waist, which made her appear quite curvy. I've seen mom nude many times and never really noticed these things.

"Are you getting close?" mom finally broke the silence.

I shook my head.

Mom stopped jerking and pulled my foreskin all the way back with one hand. I noticed that her fingers were just barely touching around the girth of my shaft. She bent down, leaned in closer and spit some saliva onto the head of my cock. Then she placed her other palm over it and spread her spit, massaging my pink mushroom. My tip was already sensitive and what mom was doing made me squirm a little.

"I can't believe I'm doing this for you," mom said. "You better hurry up, we don't have much time."

I didn't say anything. Mom stopped rubbing the head and resumed the steady jerking.

"Let me know when you're ready to blow," she instructed and looked up at me. I nodded, wondered if I my own mother could make me cum.

Mom had a strong hand and she was actually giving me a better hand job than I ever gave myself. She kept yanking on my meat pole like a machine, sometimes stopping at the top to massage the tip. Minutes went by -- only the sound of my foreskin moving back and forth breaking the silence. I noticed that mom wiped something off of the inside of her thigh with her free hand. It looked like a drop of sweat had rolled down her inner thigh from between her legs as she brushed it off.

"I shouldn't be doing this for you," mom said apologetically.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door.

"Is someone in there?" came a woman's voice from the other side.

"Shit," mom cursed and her hand stopped. She turned her head and looked at the door. "Just a minute," she hollered.

"Hurry, Steve," she whispered at me, her eyes wide with alarm. "We can't come out of here with you having an erection. People might get the wrong impression."

"Hey! Get in line," I heard the same voice from behind the door. "There's someone in there."

The fact that there were people waiting to use the bathroom, in which I was getting jerked off by my mom made the situation feel suddenly dangerous and naughty. My excitement began building up in my chest. Mom started jerking me again and I could hear people mumble from behind the door. What if we got caught like this? What would people think? Would dad get mad? The excitement slowly shifted from my chest into my loins and I felt my cock begin to tingle. Mom kept up her steady pace and I knew I was going to cum.

"What's taking so long?" asked the voice and another knock on the door.

"I said 'just a minute'!" mom barked angrily turning her head to glare at the door. At that moment I felt myself tip over the edge and my orgasm washed over me. Like a cannon, my cock shot out a huge glob of sperm, so powerful that it splattered against mom's belly, right under the belly button. She must have felt it because she stopped jerking and turned around wide eyed. She let go of my cock as more sperm spurted out of it. The load I shot on her belly was quickly making its way down into her pubic hairs.

"We need a way out," mom said. She grabbed a hand towel and began wiping my sperm off her belly and pubic hair. "You stay here and I'll draw them off. Try to sneak out as soon as you can." Mom spoke very matter-of-factly. "I'll tell them to use the other bathroom." When she finished whipping off her trimmed bush, she looked down at it. There were still little bits of sperm stuck to her hairs.

"You were supposed to tell me when you were about to go, Steven," mom said annoyed. She flushed the toilet, turned on the faucet and began washing the hand towel.

"Coming out soon," she yelled to the people outside. Using the wet towel, mom kept cleaning my mess off of herself. When she seemed satisfied she tossed the wet towel into the cabinet under the sink. Next she tore some toilet paper off the roll and proceeded to wipe down the inside of her thigh. I saw that more sweat had rolled down along there, or at least that's what I thought it was.

Mom looked up at me and saw me looking. "Sorry," she said and blushed. I didn't know what she meant. Wasn't I the one that made a mess on her?

"I'm sorry too," I said.

Mom crumpled the toilet paper, tossed it into the toilet and flushed it again. I stood there not knowing what to do, feeling like a helpless child.

"Okay," mom said loudly. "I'm coming out." She motioned for me to hide behind the door and opened it.

"I wouldn't go in there for about thirty minutes," I could hear mom say to the people outside. She walked out briskly and closed the door behind her. "There is no fan. We have another bathroom right over here. Let me show you."

I could hear the people behind the door begin walking away and I took that as a good sign. I waited a few seconds and quickly cracked the door. I peeked out and couldn't see anyone. My cock was already limp so I decided to go for it. I opened the door and stepped out.

"Watch where you're going, stupid!" my sister yelped as I ran straight into her. She frowned at me then looked in mom's direction. "What were you and mom doing in there?" she asked, looking strangely at me.

"I was just washing my hands," I shrugged.

"Get out of my way," said my sister and pushed me aside. I flipped her off and shuffled away.

I felt a lot better after mom's helpful hand. I actually felt a little more confident as I stepped out onto our backyard. I saw my dad talking to an elderly gentleman and a younger woman. I decided that it was time for me to meet the dean.

Just as I was about to head towards my dad I heard someone whisper my name.

"Steven," my mom repeated. I turned and saw her standing in the back door.

"What?" I asked whispering back. Mom motioned with her eyes towards my lower region. I squinted at her not understanding. Mom took a few glances around and quickly approached me. She shielded me with her body as her hand snaked out and pinched the tip of my cock. I looked at her confused, but then she brought her hand up and opened her palm. There was a sticky mess of my sperm in her hand.

"You can thank me later," mom said and went back inside of the house.

I shrugged and walked confidently towards my dad.

"Where have you been?" asked my dad cocking his head the way he did when he was annoyed. "Steven, I'd like you to meet Dean Shultz."

I shook the gentleman's hand and mumbled some pleasantries. The dean looked to be about sixty, with gray hair, thick glasses, skinny body and a small, limp cock.

"Your father tells me you are applying at the university," said the dean. "We can always use a fine young man like you."

"This lovely young lady is the dean's wife, Nina," announced my father. "Nina, this is my son, Steven."

I shook the woman's hand and couldn't help but take notice of her body. She appeared a lot younger than the dean, maybe in her early thirties, with a pair of great, perky breasts. They weren't quite as large as my mom's, but they looked fuller and they didn't sag. Her nipples were dark and delicate, and seemed hardened by the chilly breeze. I also noticed the dark, neatly trimmed, half-inch wide pubic strip between her legs. I tried not to stare and tried to keep my mind occupied with something else.

The dean seemed like a pleasant fellow and we spent a good amount of time chit chatting. He asked about what I wanted to study at the university and told me which classes I might enjoy taking. From our conversation it seemed like I was already accepted to the school and it made feel even more comfortable. However, that feeling didn't last because I couldn't help but glance over at the dean's wife. I felt my balls stir again.

"Your dad tells me you're quite the volleyball player," said the dean. "Maybe you can try out for the team at the university."

"I don't think I'm that good," I said modestly.

"Nonsense," broke in my dad. "Let's play a game, so the dean can see how good you are."

"I don't think that is such a good idea," I said fearing an oncoming erection.

"Tom? Linda? Do you want to play some volleyball?" My dad began recruiting players right away. Before I could sneak away I found myself on the same team as the dean and his wife.

I couldn't lose this one, not if I wanted to impress the dean. I became more worried about winning the game of volleyball than I was worried about getting another boner. I found out that when I jumped high enough my big balls slapped painfully against my thighs, which kept my cock in check. All of the guests began gathering around to watch our game.

"Twenty one to nine," said the dean announcing our victory. His wife was standing right in front of me, her hands on her thighs. Her slightly bent over ass looked incredibly tight and my cock decided to get a better glance. I realized I was getting a chubby and I frantically looked around. Quickly, I apologized and headed straight for the inside of the house.

My cock sprung up to its full potential the moment I walked into the house. There was no one inside and I had a clear path to my room. Just as I thought I was going to make it I ran into the woman with breast implants.

"Sorry, I didn't see you," I said impatiently as I tried to make my way around her.

"That's okay," she said. "Oh my, someone is excited." She smiled at me and wiggled her eyebrows.

"Oh, no!" I thought. "She is making fun of me."

I rushed into my room and closed my door, my face flushed with embarrassment. I looked down and it seemed that my cock was mocking me, standing proudly erect.

"I'll show you," I said and began jerking my shaft back and forth.

I sat down on my bed and masturbated furiously, but nothing came of my attempts. I didn't know how I was going to bring my cock down this time. It was like some sort of a curse and I decided to hide in my room for the rest of the day. But of course that wasn't going to be that easy.

It was my mom that knocked on my door first. "Steven, may I come in?"

"Yes," I answered gloomily.

Mom walked in and closed the door behind her. I sat slouching on my bed, my cock hard in my lap.

"Again?" mom asked.

"I'm not going out there," I said quietly.

"The dean was asking for you. He said you played a great game."

"That's good, but I can't talk to him like this."

"Steven, we've been through this before. You need to take care of your erection. I'm not going to do that for you again."

"I can't," I whined.

"Well, why not?"

"I don't know. I'm just too nervous."

"Usually men can't keep it up when they are nervous," said mom. "You should consider yourself lucky."

I gave mom a flat look, wondering if she was joking.

"You can't stay in here forever," mom began after a pause. "Your dad will come looking for you."

Speak of the devil. Dad barged into my room a second later, almost knocking mom over.

"What's going on in here? Steven, why did you run off like that? The dean wants to talk to you."

I looked pleadingly up at my dad.

"You got a boner?" asked dad raising one eyebrow.

"I was just telling Steven, that it's not a big deal. He shouldn't be ashamed and go out there," said mom.

"Don't be silly, dear. We can't let the guests see him like this," said dad.

"Exactly what I said," I spoke up.

"He can't finish," bluntly declared mom before I could say anything else.

"Can't finish?"

"Yeah, he's nervous."

"That's a big odd."

"Good problem to have," said mom and rolled her eyes at my dad. "Anyway, I have to entertain our guests. One of us has to."

"So, what got you so excited?" asked dad with a smirk after mom left. "I bet it was the dean's wife. Quite a rack on her, eh son?"

I frowned -- dad has never talked to me like this. I assumed it was because he drank quite a bit of beer.

"Alright, you don't have to tell me." Dad put up his hands defensively. "But, I have something that will help you. I'll be right back." Dad left the room and I didn't know what to expect. A few minutes later he came back with a handful of magazines. He tossed them on the bed next to me. "There you are."

I glanced down and saw right away that they were dirty magazines.

"Don't tell mom about those," dad winked at me and made for the door.

When dad left, I picked up one of the magazines and flipped through it. I've seen dirty magazines before, but these were different. They were the raunchy kind -- women having sex with men in all sorts of positions. There was even anal penetration in some pictures. I flipped all the way to the end and then grabbed the next magazine. The naughtiness of the pictures began making me excited and I began stroking my cock again. One picture in particular caught my eye -- a blonde woman with large breasts was bent over a couch. There was a man behind her sticking his cock into her butthole. Her hips were arching up and her vagina was fully exposed. I've never really seen the female genitalia exposed this way before and I couldn't stop staring. The flesh of her vagina was slightly parted and I could see something wet dripping out of it and running down along her leg. I've heard that women got "wet" when they were aroused, but I didn't know what it actually meant. This picture made me think about earlier, when I was in the bathroom with my mom. Did the wetness on her thighs come out of her vagina too? What did that mean? I began yanking my rod faster.

The door to my room opened again.

"Steven!" my mom exclaimed. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing," I said dumbly and stopped jerking. I held the magazine in one hand and my cock in the other.

Mom walked briskly over to me and snatched the magazine out of my hand. She flipped through the pages. "Where did you get this?"

"Dad," I blurted right away afraid that she'll get mad at me.

"Oh, really?" she asked furrowing her brows. She picked up the other magazines and looked through them. "That explains why he hasn't been in the mood the past few months."

"Huh?" I asked puzzled.

"Don't you worry, Steven. Don't you worry." Mom tossed the magazines aside and looked down at me. "How's it going?"

I shrugged uncomfortably.

"Still can't finish?"

"I guess."

"Do you need me to help you again?" asked mom, he eyes locking on my cock.

I shrugged again.

Right at this moment my sister burst through my door.

"Dad said you had a boner!" she squealed and looked at me. "Eww, you do have a boner!" Grimacing, she looked over at mom, who was standing in front of me, and ran out of the room.

"So much for acting her age," mom said shaking her head. She walked over to the door, closed it and made sure it was locked. She then walked over to the window and pulled the drapes shut. When she returned she looked down at me.

"This is the last time I'm helping you, okay?" mom said and looked at me.

I nodded in response. I sat on my bed waiting in anticipation. I felt both awkward and excited at the same time. I realized that I actually enjoyed the hand job mom gave me earlier.

Mom looked at my cock and took a deep breath. She stepped closer to me, knelt down and got in between my knees. I thought I saw her smirk as she stared down my erect penis.

"We'll take care of your problem together," she said and took my cock in her hand. "I know how much you want to impress the dean." Her hand slowly slid upward along the full nine inches of my shaft. "You really want to go to that university and get a real degree." Her hand slid down, pulling back the foreskin and exposing the tip of my cock. There was a pause as mom examined my purple helmet. She leaned in over it and let a long, slimy trickle of spit escape from her lips.

"I think the dean likes you," mom began to move my foreskin up and down, distributing her spit over the tip. She began talking in a soft and smooth voice. "I don't doubt that you are going to be accepted. There's no reason you shouldn't be accepted. You are becoming such a handsome and smart man. It's because you were homeschooled. It was my decision to homeschool you. I was homeschooled too, you know? It's better that way. You learn to appreciate learning a lot more when you have to do it on your own. Your dad wanted you to go to a public school. He said it builds character. What does he know? Apparently he likes to look at porn magazines. I know, I'm just as surprised as you are, but enough about him. You are going to get a higher education now. I know you want to be an engineer. I think that's the right choice for you."

I leaned back on my bed and all I could see was mom's face over hovering over my cock. However, I was now aware of her tits lightly brushing against the insides of my legs. That sudden touch made me realize just how close mom had gotten to me. I felt freaked out as this situation felt almost intimate. I never considered myself a pervert, but the soft sound of her voice and the touch of her breasts on my skin made my balls tingle with desire.