Mother's Nude Day Sexual Fantasy

I needed to return to my room and masturbate over what I just saw of my mother. Never having felt this way before, I just wanted to splay open the shower curtain and stare at her naked body. Wishing I had the balls to do that, wishing I could shower with her, and wishing I could feel up my naked mother, I couldn't disrespect her like that. I collected myself and left the bathroom.

As soon as I returned to my room, I pulled out my cock and started stroking myself, while thinking of my Mom's naked ass and the side of her exposed breast. I wondered what the rest of her looked like. I wondered what it felt like to touch my Mom, feel my Mom, grope my Mom, kiss my Mom, and have sex with my Mom. With the images of her naked ass and the side of her naked breast fresh in my mind, I stroked myself faster and faster, until I exploded all the lust that I had for her in a tissue.

I had my chance and didn't take it and now, I was kicking myself for not opening the shower curtain more and for not looking longer, especially when she turned my way. I would have loved to see her nipple or the side of her pussy. Never have I shot my load so quickly and, as soon as I did, I was still horny. Only, no longer a testosterone filled teenager, I felt so guilty for jerking off over my mother.

"What's wrong with me?"

Yet, as soon as I questioned my sanity and the lustfulness that I had for my Mom, I thought about tomorrow. Maybe tomorrow, the same thing will happen again, me having to pee with her in the shower. Maybe tomorrow, when she asks me to hand her the shampoo, I'll have the courage to open the shower curtain just a little more and stare a little longer, I thought while stroking my cock faster.

Maybe she wanted me to look. Maybe she wanted me to see. Maybe, tomorrow, she'll open the shower curtain, while I'm still in the bathroom and stand there naked drying herself, while talking to me. Maybe tomorrow, I'll see her naked, I thought, while exploding my lust for her in a tissue again.

"Mommy! I want you! Mommy, I want to feel your naked body, while you stroke my cock. Stop! Just stop. Enough. This has gone far enough. No more. I need to stop lusting over my mother."

When not sleeping or masturbating, we spend most of our time in the living room. My Mom always sits opposite me on her couch with her dinner on the coffee table and I sit across from her in the recliner with my food supported on my college diploma. My diploma is hard and oversized and big enough to support my dinner plate. If my diploma couldn't support me with a job, it could at least support my dinner plate. My Mom is addicted to TV and even when I was young, we always ate in the living room, while watching TV. I don't remember ever sitting at the dining room table, even when we had a dining room table, except for Thanksgiving's Day dinner.

Yet, as soon as I sat down to eat, I realized that some things never change and my Mom was still flashing me her panties. Oh, my God, I love seeing her panties and every time I do, I want to lick her through the cotton material of her panty. How could I ever forget that exciting feeling, when seeing her panties? As soon as she flashed me her panty clad pussy, as if a fast forward movie, thousands of panty flashes sped through my mind and I immediately remembered all of them and immediately I had an erection.

Sitting across from me with her knees parted just enough to give me a nice view of her panty clad pussy, admittedly, it was a view I never tired of seeing, especially when I was younger and hornier. Then, every time she leaned down to eat her food, I had a nice down blouse view of the roundness of her breasts, her cleavage, and her bra. Even though her panty and bra flashes were inadvertent, it aroused me to imagine that her flashes were on purpose and I so wanted to reach up her skirt to cup her pussy and/or down her blouse to feel her tits.

My Mom has a great set of knockers. Every time I see any part of her breasts or her bra, I think about touching, feeling, and caressing her tits, while sucking her nipples. Maybe because of my mother, I'm a breast man and I'd give anything to see more of my mother's tits.

Living with my mother again, I have no idea how many times I masturbated over my Mom inadvertently flashing me her panties and bra. I've lost count, not that I ever counted. At first, I wasn't looking. Yet, after a while, I couldn't help myself from staring. Every time she leaned forward to take some food, her knees part just a little more to give me a better view of her panty. Always hoping to see more of her anyway, hoping she'd forget to wear her panties, I was mesmerized by the sight of her underwear.

Once I left for college, I stopped masturbating over my mother. Yet, now that I'm here and she's flashing me her panty and bra again, I've reverted to being the perverted son that I am. The sight of her underwear was still so very arousing and her inadvertently flashing me always inspired the sexual attraction that I had for her, especially now that it's been a while since I had sex. Only, that's as far as my titillation with incest ever went, with her inadvertently flashing me, me looking, and then me masturbating over all that I saw of her later. Yet, except for what happened in the bathroom this morning and all those recent reoccurring dreams that I've had over my mother, I thought I was beyond lusting over my mother.

That first night, I was writing in bed, something I always do, when I dropped my pen. Of course, the pen rolled under the bed and when I got down on my hands and knees to retrieve it, there was a book beneath my mother's bed. Curious to know what she was reading and why it was there under her bed, I pulled it out to see what it was and was surprised that it was a journal. I had no idea my Mom kept a journal. I know it was wrong to invade her privacy and I know I shouldn't have read it, but I couldn't help myself. Besides, it wasn't as if it was a diary. It was just a journal. Even with the fan going at full speed, it was so hot in that small room and I couldn't sleep. I was bored, so I opened her journal and started reading.

Much of what she wrote about her day and about her feelings was mundane, boring and uninteresting middle age women stuff. Sometimes, being that she's my Mom, I forget that she's a woman, has normal feelings and desires, and had a life before me. Still, it was fun living vicariously through my Mom, while learning more about her through what she wrote in her journal.

There were a few entries about me moving back home and I was about to close her journal to return to my writing, when I saw she had a few recent entries about her reoccurring erotic dream. Grossed out at first that my Mom had erotic dreams, I was curious to know what kind of erotic dreams my Mom had. Since I recently had reoccurring erotic, albeit incestuous, dreams, too, that is, until I moved in with my mother, it was exciting to read what my mother wrote. Even so, I couldn't help but feel guilty over the erotic dreams that I was having over my mother, dreams that, even in my Mom's wildest erotic fantasy, she'd never have about me.

My cock twitched at the thought of my Mom having an erotic dream. Treading on dangerous ground, I realized that I was crossing a line by reading her journal and invading her privacy, but I couldn't stop myself from reading what she wrote. Besides, so long as I returned the journal just where I found it, she'll never know that I read her journal. Other than masturbating over the thoughts of her naked, at a time when I was just a young adult and had buckets of testosterone flowing through me, I never thought of my Mom as a sexual woman with erotic desires of her own, that is, until I moved back home and started reading about her erotic dream. I fluffed up my pillow and got comfortable in preparation to read my Mom's erotic dream.

"I know it was wrong, but I always wanted him to see me naked. After having chickened out so many times before, with this final opportunity at hand, it was now or never. I had to make my move. With Nude Day in just a few days, my perfect excuse for being naked in public and wicked, there'd be no other excuse for what I was about to do, other than if I had been drinking and was drunk. Without doubt, with me sashaying around him without clothes, he'd know that I wanted him."

What? Oh, my God. I couldn't believe what I was reading. My Mom was not only lusting over someone but also she was planning on getting naked in public for Nude Day. I suddenly had an image of my Mom naked and drunk. If Nude Day wasn't the primo opportunity to grope my drunken, naked mother, I couldn't think of a better time. Suddenly, I was horny with the thought of touching and feeling my naked mother and started to get an erection. Yet, more importantly, who was it that she wanted to see her naked? I continued reading.

"I've thought about getting drunk, but I don't drink. I even thought about pretending to be drunk, but I don't think I could pull that off without laughing. Never having been naked in public before, I can't remember the last time I was drunk, but Nude Day would keep my intentions innocent, should he not reciprocate my desire. Besides, he knows I don't drink. More importantly, I'd rather have my wits about me to see his reaction, when he sees me completely naked for the first time. Further, should he want me, as much as I want him, I'd want to be sober to experience all of him."

Holy shit! Suddenly, again I pictured my Mom parading around naked in public on Nude Day. Something I haven't done in years, thinking of my mother naked, that is, before I had all those damn dreams about her and before I moved in with her and wanted to whip open the shower curtain and ogle her naked body, I constantly thought about her naked now. I was filled with incestuous lust for my imagined naked, drunken mother.

I couldn't even wrap my brain around her trying to seduce some man and I couldn't help but wonder who it was she trying to seduce by exposing her naked body to him? I had a good idea what she looked like naked, after seeing bits and pieces of her this morning and after walking in on her, as she was emerging from the shower one time, years ago. She grabbed a towel, so I only saw a quick flash of her tits and pussy. With just the two of us living together, after she divorced my Dad, when I was just a kid, I had plenty of opportunities to see my Mom in all manner of undress and I did as much as I could to see her for fodder to masturbate over later.

I replayed that day in my mind. Honestly and regrettably, timing it perfectly, I opened the bathroom door on purpose, when I knew she'd be just stepping out of the shower. We stood there staring at one another for what seemed like minutes, but it was only a few seconds. Immediately, she grabbed a towel and covered herself, but I saw enough of her to imagine the rest.

Just having turned 18-years-old, it was a time when I was still a virgin and out of my mind with horniness and incestuous lust for my mother back then, just as I'm still feeling about her now. Some things never change. My Mom was the first nearly naked women I saw in person. My Mom was my favorite person to masturbate over. Now, sadly, no doubt, because I'm living with her again, here I am reliving all of my incestuous thoughts all over again.

For a mature woman of 44-year-old, my Mom's not a bad looking woman. If she was anyone but my mother, I'd say she was a MILF. Only a size 6, she still has her slim and sexy figure. Actually, no one believes she's in her 40's. Most people think she's in her thirties. Never having smoked, always watching what she eats, and staying out of the sun, it's all the yoga, swimming, and walking she does, no doubt that preserves her hot body. Now, I wondered who she was writing about and I continued reading hoping to learn who it was.

"A sucker for a tall man with a hard body, I've always been attracted to him. I know it's wrong, but sometimes, we don't get to pick our partners; it just happens. Maybe because it's been a while since I've had sex, but I've been thinking about him more lately, especially at night, when I'm feeling so horny that I touch myself."

Oh, my God. Now, there's a new wrinkle that I never considered. My Mom gets horny enough to touch herself. My Mom masturbates. Even though I realize that everyone masturbates, some more than others, especially me, I never really thought about my Mom masturbating.

Suddenly, an image of my Mom in bed with her knees up, her legs spread, and her panties down around her ankles, as she fingered her pussy filled my mind with renewed incestuous lust for my mother. I'd so love to walk in and catch my Mom masturbating. I'd do anything to catch her masturbating. Maybe she'd ask me for a hand, a finger, or a tongue.

"Mom, do you need some help?"

"Yes, Johnny, be a dear and lick Mommy's pussy."

I couldn't believe my Mom wrote this and I couldn't believe I was reading this. I figured whoever it was she was writing about was a married man, the reason, no doubt, why she wrote that her feelings for him were wrong and her behavior in thinking about getting naked on Nude Day and exposing her body to him was wicked. I had no idea my Mom was so wicked and feeling so horny. Suddenly, down from her pedestal, my Mom was more human and apparently, just as horny as I am. I continued reading her journal.

"Only, he's so young, half my age. Yet, I yearn to feel a hard cock for once, instead of another Viagra induced erection."

I couldn't believe what I was reading. I had to stop. Half her age? That's my age. No frigging way. That's so wrong. Jealous anger washed over me. How could my mother be attracted to someone half her age? Eww. My Mom's a cougar.

Then I wondered if I knew him. Quickly, I thought about all my friends who were tall and had a hard body. They all were and they all did. Then, I tried to think of which one of them would be remotely interested and/or teasing my Mom for sex. The bastard, the dirty bastard, whichever one of my friends it was, I'd set him straight.

I couldn't believe my Mom wrote the word cock. This was surreal. Never have I ever heard my Mom even say the word. Of course I realize that everyone has sex, but for me, I couldn't even believe my Mom was having sex, albeit with guys who were old enough to need Viagra to get an erection. Suddenly feeling like the protective son, if I knew who my Mom was writing about, I'd have a talk with him and tell him to stay that Hell away from my mother.

"While touching myself, pulling and twisting my nipples and fingering my pussy, I wonder what he looks like naked. I wonder what it would feel like for him to kiss me, touch me, and make love to me. I'd love to feel his big, hard cock in my hand, in my mouth, and in my pussy. I can't stop myself from thinking about his cock. I wonder how big it is, when he's hard. I wonder what it'd feel like to wrap my fingers around his cock and stroke him, before sucking him."

I couldn't believe my Mom was writing about playing with herself, while thinking about some guy's cock. I know it was wrong, but after reading what my Mom had written, I had an erection. Maybe because it was my Mom who wrote this, but this was the most erotic thing I've ever read.

"I think about what his reaction would be to seeing me naked. Would he want me or reject me? Would he look away or would he stare? Using Nude Day as my excuse, having such a strong desire to parade around him naked, I'd tell him that I always celebrate the Nude Day holiday naked.

Would he look at me or would he look away? Would he try to cover me up or would he get naked and celebrate the Nude Day holiday with me, too? Then, I wonder, would he touch me, feel me, grope me, and caress me? Would he make love to me? Would he suck my tits and finger my pussy? Would he lick me and allow me to suck him?"

The reaction that I had to reading this part was a strange one. I was actually jealous that my Mom was lusting over some young dude my age. She was my Mom. I thought about taking her out somewhere for Nude Day, to make sure she didn't have the chance to make a fool of herself by stripping naked in front of some young dude half her age, but where? I could take her to the beach, then we could go to lunch and dinner and maybe even stay overnight somewhere. Perhaps, once she got over not being naked and parading around in front of this dude on Nude Day, her sexual lunacy would subside and she'd forget all about this guy, whoever the Hell he was.

"I had a dream that I was lying on the couch naked pretending I was asleep and he was watching me sleep, while masturbating over the nude sight of me."

What? No frigging way. Are you kidding me? I couldn't believe what I was reading. When I started reading this, I had to stop. This was my reoccurring dream. My mother and I were having the same frigging reoccurring dream. What are the odds of that? Oh, my God! What does it mean?

Then, when I thought about it, with her being my mother and me being her son, I could understand us having the same dream, desires, and feelings. Yet, with her having a dream for some young dude and me having the same dream for her, it was all so surreal. So far apart in our ages, wants, and needs, yet, nonetheless, the reoccurring dream was all too close for comfort.

"Then, I opened my eyes and watched him masturbate. I watched him stroking his big, hard cock faster. Then, when he's ready to cum, he shoots his load all over my face, my hair, and my breasts, before wiping his still dripping cock across my lips. No longer pretending I'm sleeping, I lick his cum that drips from my lips and I so want to take his cock in my mouth and suck him, but I'm so afraid he'd reject me."

Is that how my dream was supposed to end with me, as some young dude, cumming all over my mother's face, hair, and breasts? While my Mom was having the same dream about some young dude, I was having the same dream about her. I couldn't believe what I was reading. Definitely, just as I know there's something wrong with me, there's something wrong with my mother, too, for lusting over some guy half her age. I didn't know who was worse, me for having that kind of sick dream about my mother or my Mom having that dream over some young dude half her age.

Both of us at our sexual peaks, just like mine are, her sexual feelings must be hormonal. She must be going through the change of life. This isn't like her. Whoever this guy was, he made her like this. It's his fault. She's out of control. If I knew who the Hell he was, I'd make sure he stayed the Hell away from my mother.

Yet, in reading what she wrote, she excited me so much that I had to remove my cock from my pajama bottoms and start stroking myself. Even after reading so many stories on Literotica, never have I ever read anything as hot as my mother's journal. I imagined instead of her lusting over some other guy, she was lusting over me.

I imagined my Mom flashing me her naked body. I imagined her watching me masturbate. I imagined cumming all over her naked body, just in the same way that she wanted this young dude to cum all over her. It didn't take me long to get myself off and I exploded in a tissue. I returned her journal to where I found it under her bed and fell asleep.

That night, I had my reoccurring dream again. Just as she had written in her journal, I dreamt of coming upon my mother asleep on the couch naked and cumming all over her face. Something I never thought I'd do or ever want to do, even when I was having my reoccurring dream, at least this time, with the help of my Mom's journal, my dream went a little longer and I actually shot my load in my dream all over my naked mother. Yet, the fact that a facial cum bath was my Mom's sexual fantasy, after reading all that she wrote in her journal, giving my Mom a facial cum bath was now my sexual fantasy, too.