Mom & Son Celebrate Nude Day Naked

"When did you ever see me topless? Tell me. I want to know," she said.

With her look not fooling him and with him knowing full well that she knew that he saw her topless more than once, she made a disbelieving face.

"A few times," said John.

Either she really didn't remember that he stripped her naked and they had sex or she was sexually teasing him. Yet, that wasn't the first time that he had seen his mother's bare breasts. He had seen his mother's naked tits three other times before seeing them a fourth time when he stripped her naked that drunken night.

"A few times? She looked at him as if he was lying. She looked at him as if he was making it up that he saw her naked breasts. "I don't remember you ever seeing my naked tits. Trust me. I'd know. I'd remember my son seeing my naked breasts," she said nodding her pretty head up and down as her self-assurance that he had never seen her naked breasts.

Leering at his sexy mother in the way that any incestuously, perverted man would leer at his sexy mother, John stared at the impressions her breasts made in her blouse and bra before giving his mother a sexy smile. So soft and yet so firm, his mother had gorgeous, shapely, full-sized breasts. She had big, natural, and shapely tits that any man would love to see, touch, feel, fondle, and suck. She had a shapely body and a big rack that any thirty-year-old woman would be proud to have.

"I've seen you topless a few times, Mother," he said again while watching for her reaction to him seeing her naked tits. "You have beautiful breasts with big, brown nipples and large, round areolas. Your breasts are so big and so shapely. For a woman your age, they barely sag at all. To be honest, Mother, you have the best tits that I've ever seen," he said with a big, shit eating grin.

As if she was standing before him topless, she looked at him shocked that he was able to describe her breasts in great and accurate detail until she looked at him as if she didn't believe him. Obviously embarrassed as well as sexually aroused, she blushed with his compliment that he was obviously fascinated with her naked tits. Then, as if she was as sexually excited as he was, while perhaps remembering him seeing her naked breasts, her jaw dropped and she stared at him in the way that he stared at her. As if thinking how to respond to his sexually inappropriate confession of seeing her naked tits, she fell silent as if thinking what to say next.

"I don't believe you," she said in denial. "You're lying," she said putting the onus of proof on him. "You've never seen me topless. You're just saying that you have to get me to go to a nude beach with you," she said. She put her hand on her hip while giving him a long, hard stare as if trying to remember if he did see her topless and when he could have possibly seen her naked tits. "Tell me. How did you happen to see my tits without me knowing? When did you see my naked breasts? Where, when, and how did you ever see me topless?"

Not even having to think about it, as if seeing her naked breasts happened yesterday and every day thereafter instead of more than two-years-ago, he had the memory of his mother's naked breasts forever etched in his horny, incestuous mind. Having masturbated over seeing, touching, feeling, fondling, and sucking her big tits, he still had a clear image of her naked breasts. He loved his mother's big breasts. He wasn't kidding when he said that his mother's tits were the best tits he had ever seen. Any plastic surgeon would be thrilled to use his mother as their topless model for their ideal, breast reconstruction surgery.

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"A couple years ago, I surprised you by coming home early from college," he said gazing at her as if he was remembering her standing in her bedroom topless. "You were in your brightly, lit bedroom facing your mirror with your door wide open while giving yourself a breast exam and I was in the darkened hallway shocked by all that I was seeing of you. The first time seeing your naked tits, I was as surprised as I was sexually excited seeing your naked breasts. I couldn't stop staring. I'm not embarrassed to admit that I've masturbated over the remembered image of seeing your naked breasts, Mom."

She folded her arms across her breasts as if she was standing there topless and was covering her naked breasts from his incestuous stare.

"Eww, my God. I can't believe you saw my naked breasts. Even more unbelievable, I can't believe you masturbated over seeing my tits. What's wrong with you? That's as shocking as it is disturbing," she said pausing while looking at him as if he was lying. "I don't remember you seeing my tits," she said. "Even more disturbing, how could you ogle me, your own mother, in that sexually incestuous way? Again, even more disturbing, how could you masturbate yourself while sexually thinking of your mother? That's perverted and sick, John."

Not apologizing for peeping on her, instead enjoying the remembered image of her topless, he shrugged and stared at her as if she was still topless.

"Another time, you ran from your bedroom to the bathroom topless while I was in the living room watching TV. You didn't think that I saw you but I did," he said with a dirty laugh. "I masturbated over that too," he said as if he was proud of not only seeing his mother's naked breasts but also of masturbating over his topless mother.

As if he had deliberately invaded her privacy, she looked at her son horrified.

"I remember that," she said. "I thought you were taking a nap. I thought your eyes were closed. I thought I was safe to quickly run by you. I thought I could make it to the bathroom without you seeing me. I guess I didn't make it and I guess you did see me," she said with an embarrassed laugh. "Now that I know you saw my naked breasts, I'm embarrassed," she said with more sexual excitement than with embarrassment. "Now that I know you've been masturbating over me, I'm deeply disturbed by your inappropriate sexual and incestuous behavior."

As if he was the cat that ate the canary, he gave his mother a Cheshire cat smile.

"Then, there was the time that you were in the pool with that guy, Ralph, and he removed your bikini top," he said. "I saw your naked breasts from my bedroom window," he said looking from his mother's pretty face to look down at her bra and blouse cad breasts. "You thought I was sleeping but I wasn't," he said with a dirty laugh. "How could I sleep with all the drunken noise you two were making? I couldn't believe all that I was seeing," he said with a dirty laugh.

Magical memories that he'd never forget and endlessly masturbated over, he remembered catching his mother topless while standing in front of her mirror in her bedroom with her bedroom door open. Replaying it over again in his mind as if it happened yesterday instead of more than two years ago, she was giving herself a breast exam. She touched, felt, and squeezed her naked breasts in the way that he wished that he could touch, feel, and squeeze her naked breasts. She had such big, beautiful, and shapely tits.

With her not knowing that he was home early from college, the first time seeing her naked tits, he stood in the dark hall watching her examining her naked breasts. With her unable to see him standing outside of her brightly lit bedroom and to the side of her bedroom door in the dark, he touched himself through his jeans while watching his mother touch herself. He masturbated over that image of her naked breasts daily for months and still masturbates over imagining his mother standing in front of her mirror topless while examining her breasts even now.

Happening so fast but able to slow the image down as if watching her in slow motion, the second time seeing her naked tits, he watched his mother dash from her bedroom to the bathroom topless. With her just wearing her white, bikini panties, her big tits bounced up and down and swayed side-to-side as she ran. He always wondered if she deliberately flashed him. Even now, still not sure, after having sex with his mother's naked body, it no longer mattered if she deliberately flashed him her tits or not. He had already not only seen her tits up close but also he touched them, felt them, fondled them, and sucked them too.

Whether she flashed him deliberately or unintentionally, she inspired hours of him masturbating over seeing her big, bouncing, and swaying, naked breasts. With her making him so horny, even now, he was tempted to chase after her. He imagined catching her and pinning her up against the bathroom door and kissing her while feeling her naked breasts before reaching his hand down to cup his mother's pussy through her panties.

Not wanting to embarrass her by telling her what more he saw of her another time when he came home unexpectedly early from a no-show date, he caught his mother masturbating herself on her bed and in her bedroom. First, he heard her gasps of sexual pleasure and then he saw her naked body on her bed with her on her back. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. He couldn't believe she was masturbating herself. Ridiculous for him to even think that, he never figured that his mother masturbated. With her legs spread wide open and his mother in the middle of having an orgasm, he stood in the dark hall again while watching his mother masturbating herself.

'Oh, my God, my Mom is masturbating. I don't believe it,' he thought while watching the free show of her fingering her pussy and feeling her breasts. 'Now, he wondered if she knew he was there watching. Perhaps, she wanted him to catch her masturbating herself,' he thought. 'Perhaps, she heard him come home and quickly removed her clothes and spread her legs for him to watch her sexually pleasuring herself.'

As he did when he watched her give herself a breast exam, he watched his mother fingering her pussy while fondling her tits and fingering her nipples. He watched her pleasure herself with her vibrator before fucking her cunt with her dildo. Afraid to do so, he was so tempted to walk in her room to ask her if she needed a finger, a tongue, his hand, and/or his cock. As soon as she had her orgasm, he silently left the house through the backdoor. He waited a few minutes and, making a lot of noise while trudging up the stairs, he pretended that he was just coming home through the front door.

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A time before they had sex, the last time that he saw his mother's naked breasts, John stood by his dark, bedroom window watching his mother having drunken fun in the pool with her date, Ralph. He remembered her date kissing her while pawing her and groping her in the pool in the way that he wished that he could kiss, paw, and grope his mother. As if he was feeling his mother's breasts through her bikini top instead of her date, he stroked himself while watching her date feeling her breasts through her bikini top.

'I don't believe this,' thought John while pulling out his prick in readiness to masturbate himself while watching his mother having sex with her date.

With her date sexually exciting his mother with deep, wet kisses, John watched him feeling his mother's breasts, ass, and pussy through her barely-there bikini. He watched him finger her nipples through her bikini top. He watched him stick his horny hand inside of her top to feel her big tits and stick his other horny hand down her bikini bottom to feel his mother's ass and finger her pussy. While John slowly stroked his cock, he watched his mother stroking her date's naked, erect prick. As if he was with his mother instead of her date, he imagined touching and feeling his mother everywhere while kissing her and while she stroked his cock.

Obviously by their sexual behavior, they both had a little too much to drink. Then, when her date pulled her bikini top up, over her head, and off, he couldn't believe his eyes. There they were again, his mother's big, naked boobs. He was seeing his mother's naked breasts yet again. Barely forty-feet away, her big, naked tits were right there before his horny eyes. In the way that he had vicariously imagined having sex with his mother while watching her date having real time sex with his mother, he masturbated himself while imagining his mother masturbating him.

'Way to go Ralph. Thanks for exposing my mother's naked breasts to me,' thought John while continuing to masturbate himself.

Just as he couldn't believe what he was seeing the first time he saw her tits when she was giving herself a breast exam, he couldn't believe that he was seeing his mother's naked breasts yet again. Just as he saw his mother's big, jiggling breasts when she ran by the living room to the bathroom naked, he imagined seeing them again when masturbating himself. Just as he couldn't believe he was seeing his mother's naked body when she was masturbating herself on her bed when she thought she was alone, he masturbated himself again while watching her having sex with her date. John wished that was him with his mother instead of Ralph.

'I love my mother's big tits,' thought John.

John stroked himself harder and faster he watched Ralph feeling his mother's big, naked tits, and fingering her erect nipples. Then, if that wasn't enough, stroking himself harder and faster, he watched his mother sucking Ralph's prick. Something he never suspecting his mother of doing, sucking cock, his mother was giving her date a blowjob. He couldn't believe his eyes. Stroking himself harder and faster, he watched her date getting ready to fuck his mother. John came hard that night and masturbated again over all that he saw not only the next morning but for months later.

'I can't believe my mother is sucking his prick. I wish that was my prick in my mother's mouth,' thought John. 'With them both hot and heavy, if it's not enough my mother is giving him a blowjob, Ralph is getting ready to fuck her too. He's going to fuck my mother in the way that I wish that I could fuck my mother,' thought John.

With Ralph touching, feeling, and fondling his mother's naked tits, he imagined Ralph's hands were his hands. With Ralph pulling, turning, twisting, pinching, and squeezing his mother's naked nipples, he imagined Ralph's fingers were his fingers. Then, when Ralph leaned down to suck his mother's tits, while John stroked himself faster and harder, he imagined that he was sucking his mother's tits. He'd do anything for his mother to suck his cock in the way that she was sucking her date's prick.

Back then, before they had sex, he'd do anything to touch, feel, and fondle his mother's naked breasts while fingering and sucking her nipples. Now that he had his wild, wicked, sexual way with his mother's naked body and had sex with his mother, he'd do anything to have sex with her again. If only she'd agree to strip naked for Nude Day, he'd agree to strip naked too. Perhaps, once she was naked, she'd agree to have sex with him too in the way that she had sex with him before.

Then, still watching his mother with her date while slowly masturbating himself, when they emerged from the pool with his mother still topless, Ralph reclined on the chaise lounge while his mother stroked his cock before sucking his cock again. Never thinking that his mother sucked cock, yet glad that she did, just as he never thought his mother masturbated, his mother was blowing Ralph. While masturbating himself, John imagined his mother was stroking and sucking his cock. He wished that was his stiff prick in his mother's mouth instead of Ralph's big dick in his mother's mouth.

Once she made her date hard enough with her hand and with her mouth, she removed her bikini bottoms and sat on his stiff prick. His mother was fucking her date. He watched Ralph fuck his mother while John imagined fucking his mother. With her returning Ralph's hard and fast humps with her hard and fast humps, wishing that he was fucking his mother, John watched his mother's big, naked tits bouncing up and down and swaying side-to-side.

'I don't believe this. I don't believe my mother is naked. I don't believe she's having intercourse with her date,' thought John while watching his mother having sex with Ralph.

Instead of making love to her in the way that he wished he could make love to his mother, Ralph was fucking his mother in the way that he wanted to fuck his mother. He was pounding his mother's pussy. John wished that was his big, hard cock in his mother's warm, wet cunt. Even now, more than two years later, he still masturbated over the sexy sight of watching his mother blow her and fuck her date. He'd love nothing more than to fuck his mother again in the way Ralph fucked her and in the way that he fucked her when she came home on her fortieth birthday from the clothe female, nude male strip club drunk and horny.

Even now, still unsure, he wondered if his mother was putting on a sexual show just for him. John couldn't help but wonder if his mother knew that he had already seen her topless and naked more than once. He couldn't help but wonder if his mother knew that he was watching her having sex with her date from his bedroom window. He couldn't help but wonder if his mother was sexually teasing him by exposing him to her promiscuous, sexual behavior by making enough drunken noise to awaken him.

He couldn't help but wonder if she knew he was there in the dark hall while watching her giving herself a breast exam. Then, after seeing her running to the bathroom topless when she knew that he was in the living room, he couldn't help but think that she purposely flashed him her naked breasts. He couldn't help but wonder if she knew he was there in the dark hall again while watching her masturbate herself. Now, he wondered if she was really drunk that night when he stripped his mother naked and had sex with her naked body or if she was just pretending to be drunk.

'How hot would that be if my mother was an incestuous exhibitionist as much as I'm an incestuous voyeur? How hot would that be if my mother was as much of an incestuous whore as I am an incestuous pervert,' he thought?

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Before he had sex with his mother, in the way that Ralph had kissed and felt up his mother, John wished it was him kissing and feeling up his mother. Before his mother stroked and sucked his stiff prick, in the way that she stroked and sucked her date's cock, John wished his mother would stroke and suck his cock again now. Before his mother fucked him, in the way that his mother fucked her date, he wished his mother would fuck him again now too. Sometimes exchanging Ralph's image for his image, he masturbated over his mother having sex with Ralph while imagining his mother having sex with him.

As if an endless cycle of perversion, now that he had sex with his mother, he had masturbated over that numerous times too. Unable to stop masturbating over all that he had sexually seen of his mother's beautiful, naked body, he continued masturbating over those images constantly. When he wasn't masturbating over seeing his mother topless while she examined her naked breasts in her mirror, he masturbated over the sexy sight of her running to the bathroom topless.

'I love her big naked tits. Being that today is Nude Day, I hope that I can see my mother naked again,' he thought.

Always masturbating over the remembered sexual images of his naked mother, he masturbated over his mother masturbating herself. He masturbated over watching his mother on the patio naked with her date. He masturbated over her date having sordid sex with his mother in the way that he wished he could have incestuous sex with his mother. Then, after having sex with his mother, when he wasn't masturbating over his mother's naked breasts, he was masturbating over having sex with his mother.

"And pray tell," she said with the innocent attitude of a mother talking candidly with her adult son. Only, she acted as if he was lying. As if she didn't remember deliberately flashing him and/or didn't remember him seeing her naked when they were having sex when she supposedly came home drunk, she asked him her next question with self-assured confidence. "When did you ever see me naked?"