Mother's Nude Day Sexual Fantasy

The next day was just like all the days before with me looking for a job. Fishing in a dry hole, I e-mailed and mailed resumes and cover letters, and still couldn't even get an interview. Only, after last night, today was a little different. Thinking about my Mom stripping and walking around naked in front of some young dude, I couldn't help but look at my mother differently and more sexually.

When I looked at her, I imagined her with cum all over her face and hair. Embarrassed to admit it, knowing it was wrong, but I was looking forward to sitting across from my mother, while having my supper. Between her constantly and continual flashing me her panties and bra and me reading her erotic journal, I was in a constant state of incestuous arousal.

Nonetheless, still feeling as guilty as I was sexually frustrated, the sexual feelings that I felt for my mother were confused and every time I thought of my mother in that way, I tried to think of something else. The root of my sexual frustration was that not only was I jealous that my mother was so horny over some other guy but also I knew she'd never have those kinds of sexual feelings for me. Now that I was thinking more about who it was she was lusting over, definitely, without doubt, it had to be one of my friends, but I couldn't think of which one it was.

Now, thinking of my mother as more of a sexual woman, while thinking of her masturbating herself, for sure, I was ready to more enjoy her flashing show as more of a sexual one. I love my Mom's thighs and now seeing her panties, I wondered what it would be like to touch her, feel her, finger her, lick her, and have deep penetrating sex with her. What the Hell, if she was lusting after some young guy, why not lust over me? As soon as I thought that, I disqualified myself as a contestant in my Mom's sexual fantasy. She's my mother and I'm her son. Having sex with her was incest and would be so wrong on so many different levels.

Later that night, I know it was wrong, but I was excited about reading more of her journal. I took out my cock and started fondling myself. This time, I skipped over all the mundane entries and started with her reoccurring erotic dream, while slowly stroking myself. Continuing to read more, what I read tonight was just as hot as what I read last night.

"Nude Day, Nude Day, Nude Day, what's so exciting about Nude Day? The thoughts of getting naked, the thoughts of being so bold and so forward to show him my naked body paralyzes me and I can't think of anything else. Do I dare walk around naked in front of him? I want to, but can I do that? Do I dare do that? What would his reaction be to seeing me naked? I haven't felt this sexually liberated, since I divorced my husband. Awash in a sexual fever, I need to get naked in front of him to heat up my libido for me to cool down my horniness."

Yet, I surprised myself by thinking what I was thinking. Even though my mother wants to walk around naked for someone else, please walk around naked for me, too. So long as I can be a fly on the wall to see my mother walking around naked, too, I'd be happy. Then, I realized, maybe I'm in her way of getting naked. Maybe, because I'm here, she's afraid that I'll see her naked. No doubt, she feels awkward enough about walking around naked for Nude Day, in hopes of this young dude seeing her naked, and probably feels worse because I'm in her way.

"I know that if he made the first move, as part of the game we all play, I'd reject him. That's just how it is when playing that type of dangerous sexual game. Yet, if I enticed him enough for him to make the first move, that would be different. I'd allow him to touch me, feel me, and have sex with me. If he wanted to fuck me, I wouldn't turn him down. Definitely, I'd suck his cock, I would. I dream about sucking his big prick. I'd allow him to cum in my mouth, too, and I'd swallow all that he had to give."

Holy shit! Oh, my God. My Mom sucks cock. My Mom is a cocksucker. My Mom dreams of giving this young dude a blowjob. My Mom swallows. My Mom is a slut. Are you kidding me? Other than thinking about her blowing me, never did I ever imagine my Mom blowing anyone else, not even my Dad.

Even though I wanted to read more, I couldn't. I was just too frigging excited. I needed to masturbate over all I had just read. While stroking myself faster, I couldn't help but imagine my mother sucking some dude's cock, before I imagined my mother sucking my cock. I exploded all that I had in a tissue again, before falling asleep, while dreaming about my Mom sucking my cock, me cumming in her mouth, and her swallowing.

Again, the next day was like all the other days before, except, now, when thinking about all that my Mom had written, I was getting more turned on by all that my Mom was showing me. I stopped thinking of her as my mother, but more as a sexy, sexual, and sensual woman, a woman who loved cock, gave blowjobs, allowed her lover to cum in her mouth, and swallowed. Every time I looked at her face, I stared at her lips, while envisioning her taking my cock past her lips and in her mouth. I imagined her sucking me, while stroking me, as I fondled her big tits and fingered her nipples. Just as I knew it was wrong to read her journal, I knew it was wrong to be lusting over my mother, only I couldn't help it. I couldn't stop myself from thinking of my mother naked. No doubt the work of the Devil, I was aflame in an incestuous inferno. If the Devil was here today, I'd be on my way to Hell.

With tomorrow being Nude Day, I was so looking forward to reading more of her journal tonight. I needed to know who it was that she wanted to see her naked. I wondered if she'd get naked tomorrow. I wondered if I'd see her naked.

Then, I realized that I needed to nip this in the bud, before she went through with this and ruined her reputation. She lived in a small condo community where everyone knew everyone and had nothing else better to do than to gossip. My Mom would be deemed a whore, if they knew she was walking around naked and having sex with a guy half her age.

Only, I needed a plan. I needed to get her the Hell out of here and away from that guy she lusted over and wanted to exposed her naked body to and fuck and suck. As her son, her only child, it was my sole responsibility to do something to save her and whatever I decided to do to help was for her own good. No doubt, she'd thank me later.

Even if I had to hogtie her, I'd belt her in my car and we'd go somewhere for the day. If she's so intent on getting naked on Nude Day, she could get naked in front of me. We could go to the nude beach together. She could strip naked and show me her naked body and I'd reciprocate by stripping naked, too, and showing her my naked body. Only, I knew she'd never get naked in front of her son.

Suddenly, the image of my Mom hogtied and naked filled my mind with incestuous lust again. I imagined touching her everywhere, while she was tied. I imagined stripping her naked myself, in honor of Nude Day. What am I going to do? I'm crazed with the incestuous sexual thoughts of my mother. I need to stop. I need a girlfriend. I need to have sex with someone, anyone, other than my mother.

Then, I thought, maybe I should confront her. Maybe I should tell her that I found her journal and read it. I'd tell her that she'd be wrong to give her body to some young guy, who only wanted to use her for sex. Maybe she wouldn't care. Maybe she wants sex just as much as that young guy she's lusting after wants to give her sex and as much as I want to have sex with my Mom. Like mother like son, maybe she's just as horny as I am. She is my mother after all.

Yeah, that's what I'll do. I'll talk to her the first thing tomorrow over breakfast. I'll tell her I read her journal. I'll ask her who it is she's lusting over and then will go have a talk with him. Maybe then she'll listen to reason and I can talk some sense in her. If not, I'll beat up her intended young boyfriend. Only, no doubt, she'd be mad that I invaded her privacy by reading her journal and I wouldn't blame her, but it's for her own good. Besides, she practically left it out in the open. Only, she didn't know I'd be coming home and sleeping in her bedroom. No doubt, she forgot it was there under her bed.

Then, I thought if I told her I read her journal, no doubt, she'd tell me to mind my own business. Maybe she'd throw me out of her condo. Where would I go then? I didn't know what to do, but I needed to do something. Maybe after sleeping on it tonight, I'll know what to do tomorrow. For now, every time I thought of my mother walking around naked on Nude Day and exposing her hot body to some guy half her age, I couldn't stop myself from reading more of her journal.

"How can I get him interested in me, other than to flash him my panties and bra?"

Now, as if she was cheating on me, as if she was my wife or my girlfriend, instead of my mother, I was jealous that my mother was flashing this bastard her panties and bra, too. Are you kidding me? I don't know why, but I always felt kind of special that I was the only one seeing my Mom's panties and bra and now to know that there's some other dude seeing my Mom's panties and bra made me angry. Then, I wondered, who else has my Mom flashed her panties and bra to besides me and this other guy? Imagining that my Mom had flashed her panties and bra accidentally or purposefully made me hot with desire for her.

I wish I knew who it was she was lusting over. For sure, I'd beat the crap out of him for looking at my Mom's panties and bra. Again, I thought of all my friends, wondering if it was one of them that she was so sexually attracted. Definitely, it had to be one of my friends. Without a doubt, it had to be one of them.

Then, I thought, maybe it was someone at the bank, the grocery store, or the car dealership, where she takes her car for service. Maybe it's someone from work or who works here at her condo, a maintenance man, the pool man, and the son of one of the residents. It could be anyone. Only how could I find out who it was? Other than just asking her, if I knew who it was she was lusting over, that information would help me talk some sense in her or put the fear of God in him to leave my fucking mother alone. Even though I was in an agitated state, I continued reading.

"I always wish he'd flash me his cock, but he never does. Knowing how I feel about him, I think I'd lose all control, if I saw his erect cock. I'd kiss him, French kiss him, while touching him, stroking him, and cupping his balls, before falling to my knees and taking him in my mouth."

Oh, my God. I had to stop reading to collect myself. No longer angry that my mother was lusting over some young guy and that he had seen my mother's panties and bra, I was too aroused to be angry. Again, I removed my pajama bottoms and started stroking myself as I read. This by far was the most erotic thing I've ever read and to know that it was my mother who wrote it made it even hotter.

"Then, I'd pull him down on top of me. I'd reach down and take his hard cock in my hand and position it by my wet pussy. I'd slowly hump him, until his cock was deep inside of me. Then, I'd fuck him. I'd really pound his hard body. Oh, yeah, I'd give him the fucking of his young life. After I fucked him, I'd make love to him. And after I made love to him, I'd suck him off and swallow all he had to give."

With tomorrow being Nude Day, either I needed to get my Mom the Hell out of here or I really needed to find this guy, before it was too late. Feeling so very jealous, I didn't want her stripping naked and exposing her body to this guy. How could I look her in the eye knowing that she lost all control just for the sake of sex? I'd lose all respect for her.

Then, I started to think with my penis, instead of with my brain. What if I could somehow see my Mom naked, too, on Nude Day. I wondered about buying a camera and installing it somewhere in the condo. I'd tell her that I was going out for the day. Only, what if she went to his place?

For sure, whoever this guy was, he'd only use my mother to get what he wants. What 22-year-old guy would want a 44-year-old woman, other than for sex? More understandably, lots of 44-year-old women would want a 22-year-old man, but this wasn't just any woman; this was my mother. Without a doubt, my Mom needs a boyfriend, even a fuck buddy, so long as he's more her age. Maybe tomorrow, I'll help her write a profile and sign her up for an Internet dating service, while making sure she checks the age box, 44-years-old to 48-years-old.

"I imagine him giving me an orgasm with his finger, his tongue, and his cock. Oh, my God, if he gave me three orgasms, if he did that for me, I'd give him the blowjob of his young life and a blowjob he'd never forget. I'd suck his cock every day, I would, and allow him to cum in my mouth."

Bordering on perverted, I had no idea my Mom was so graphically and explicitly sexual. My Mom thinks about sucking some guy's cock as much as I think about seeing her ass, tits, and pussy. All the while reading this, thinking of this guy fingering, eating, and fucking my mother's pussy, and my Mom blowing him, I couldn't stop myself from stroking myself.

Only, with just a few more words left, I didn't want to cum, not yet. I wanted to finish reading what she wrote. Maybe she'll identify who he is or at least describe him more. Maybe she wrote his name. Maybe I can stop her from making a fool of herself before it's too late.

"I have no idea how to seduce him, other than by leaving my journal beneath my bed, where my son would surely see it and read it."

What? Did I just read what I think I read? My Mom purposely left her journal for me to read? I'm the young dude that she's been lusting over and that she wants. No way! Oh, my God.

A flood of feelings raced through my body. I was excited. I was aroused. I was confused. It was then that I realized that I wanted and had been lusting over my Mom, as much as she wanted and had been lusting over me. This is crazy.

I put her journal down and climbed out of bed. I was naked and my cock was erect, so erect that it bounced and swayed side to side, as I walked. Never had I been as hard as I was then. Listening for the sound of the television, I listened at the bedroom door first, before I slowly and quietly opened it.

Well past midnight, it was dark and I was as afraid as I was excited. The TV was off and my Mom was asleep on the couch. I could see the top of her head and her hair. Wondering what she was wearing, I wondered what I'd see of her.

With my mind filled with lustful and incestuous thoughts for my mother, never have I ever been as excited over her, as I was now. Was she wearing her nightgown? I hoped that she was sleeping without a blanket and while she was sleeping her nightgown had risen up enough to expose her panties. Maybe, when sleeping she doesn't wear panties and her pussy was exposed. Oh, my God, I was so excited that I was shaking.

Still slowly stroking myself with one hand, while thinking of all she had written, I was rubbing the sleep from my eyes with my other hand. Slowly I crept closer. What if she woke up and saw me naked and stroking myself? After what I just read in her journal, I didn't care. Finally, when my eyes focused and I could see better in the dark, as I rounded the end of the couch, I saw that my Mom was lying on the her back and she was naked.

Fuck me. She's naked. My Mom is naked. Oh, my God! Her naked body is right there before me.

I so wanted to turn on a light. With my eyes finally adjusting to the darkness, I couldn't help but stare, while stroking myself faster. Quietly and ever so slowly, I walked closer to my Mom for a better look of her naked body.

Oh, my God. She's naked, totally naked. Oh, my God. Oh, my God. Oh, my God! I couldn't believe what I was seeing. Finally, after all these years lusting over my mother, I was seeing all of her.

The closer I got the more of her I saw and the more excited I became. Faster I stroked myself. My Mom was naked, naked, naked. Her tits and her pussy were right there. I so wanted to touch her, feel her, and grope her. I couldn't stop stroking myself, while staring at her naked body. She was so beautiful and she was so naked.

There was enough moonlight streaming in the window that I could clearly make out her tits and her nipples. She had a trimmed patch of brown pubic hair that I had this sudden urge to touch her, to finger, to lick, and to fuck. Standing in front of the couch, just as she wrote in her journal and just as I had done so many times before in my reoccurring dream, my Mom's pussy was only inches away from my horny hand, as I continued stroking myself faster. Just as she wrote in her journal, I imagined giving her three orgasms for the reward of her giving me the blowjob of my young life.

I remembered what she wrote about me cumming all over her face, her hair, and her tits and I so wanted to do that, but I couldn't. I just couldn't do that, not to my mother. How could I do that? She's my mother. Besides, how could I do that without waking her? Even if I didn't awaken her by shooting my warm oozy cum all over her face and naked body, how could I explain all the dried cum all over her face and body in the morning? Just because she wrote what she did doesn't necessarily mean that she'd really want me to do that. I've written lots of perverted things that I think about, but would never do, such as cumming all over my sleeping, naked mother.

Only, so very horny and in such an aroused state, I couldn't stop stroking myself, while staring at her. Even the time after my senior Prom, when my date, Mary Elizabeth let me feel her up and suck her tits, then she sucked my cock, never have I been as aroused as I was now. There I was standing by the couch with my naked mother, while stroking myself, as all the things she wrote about me in her journal ran through my mind. As if I was an actor playing a sexy scene in a porn film, I was crazed out of my mind with incestuous lust for my mother.

Stroking myself still faster, it just happened. While staring at her, while remembering all those erotic things she wrote about me, mindlessly, I stroked myself so fast, too fast, until it was too late and I exploded cum all over my mother.

"Oh, my God. Fuck! I don't frigging believe this. I can't believe I just ejaculated all over my Mom."

I couldn't stop cumming. As if it was my lust physically showing, big gobs of cum shot out of my cock so fast and so forceful that when it hit my Mom's naked body, it just splattered everywhere. My cum was all over her naked body. She had my cum in her hair, across her eyes, on her cheek, on her nose, on her chin, across her lips, on her stomach, across her pubic hair, and all over her breasts. There was so much cum. Never have I ejaculated as much cum in one masturbation session, as I had now.

"Oh, my God, Johnny," said my Mom wiping cum from out of her eyes.

"Mom! I'm so sorry. I just couldn't stop."

I couldn't believe she was awake. I was in big trouble now.

"Thank you," she said, when her eyes popped open.

Thank you? She just thanked me for cumming all over her.

"Mom, I'm so embarrassed."

Standing there holding my erect prick, I don't know why I was so embarrassed but I was.

"Don't be embarrassed," she said. "I was hoping you'd find my journal and read it. I didn't know how else to seduce you."

"Mom, this is so wrong," I said too excited to mean it and too aroused to feel why something so good was so wrong.

"It's only wrong, if you think it's wrong. Who's to know what we do behind closed doors? To everyone, we're just a mother and son living together to help get one another through a difficult time," she said with a motherly smile, while wiping away my cum with a tissue.