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The day my relationship with my mother changed all began with one fateful Earth Day decision.
Hi, I'm Max Travers. I'm a 19 year-old 5'8" 145-pound male who, on one fateful day, had my whole world change for the best. You see, the company my mother Melanie works for hosts an "Earth Week" every year to demonstrate how "earth-friendly" they are. They have various eco-friendly and vegan groups come to their facility and give presentations on how to live more earth-friendly, as well as sponsoring other events that promote the same thing. They start on Monday and go for the whole week surrounding Earth Day, which happened to fall on a Monday this year. My mother, whose "coming of age" stage of her life came during the time when the first environmental measures were coming to be in the mid '70's, was enthusiastic to say the least about these Earth Week festivities. She was very big about the environment and did as much as she could to live in an eco-friendly way.
However, on that fateful Earth Day, I thought she had gone completely overboard with her dedication. At least, I did at first. I had just gotten home from a pick-up basketball game with friends and heard my mom yell at me to come inside and help her set the table for dinner. I walked into the kitchen to the biggest (and best) surprise of my life. My mother was standing there completely bare-assed naked! From her head to her feet, she was naked! "Mom!" I sputtered loudly in surprise. "You're bare as- I mean buck naked! What the-" She interrupted before I could continue. "Well, I'm naked for a very important reason. I heard a presentation today at work about the harmful environmental contributions of textile factories and the amount of pollution they actually put out. I was so disturbed about this information that I made a new resolution about myself and this household. I've resolved to live textile-free for the good of the environment and to protest the environmental hazard of textile factories. That means a clothing-free life for me whenever and wherever possible from now on. As far as my household is concerned, I would ask that they support me by doing the same, at least while they stay in my household." I opened my mouth in shock as I realized what she was asking me to do. She wanted me to get naked with her and live like that from now on!
The shock passed as I took in my mother's naked body. Now, I'm no slouch in the looks department. I know people expect a young Adonis to star in these stories, but I'm not quite there...yet. However, my mother is truly a Venus! She was nearing 50, but you would never tell by looking at her. My father died three years ago in a car accident, but she didn't let that stand as an excuse to let herself go. She worked out fairly regularly and kept a voluptuous figure. She had wavy raven black hair that had no grey in it, beautiful hazel eyes, and a gorgeous face with fine facial features and clear ivory hued skin. I had caught fleeting glimpses of my mother's body in varying degrees of undress before, but now I studied her unabashedly. She had large full breasts, which I knew to be 38DD from snooping in her underwear drawers, capped off by big gum-drop nipples. She also had the perfect hour-glass shape, with full wide hips and just a bit of soft fleshiness on her stomach that showed a hint of her middle age but really only added to her voluptuous appearance. I also saw her pussy for the first time and that she shaved it. I began to realize that, mother or not, she was a very beautiful, sexy woman and I presently began to feel that certain effect of such a woman begin to occur in my pants. Yes, I decided, I could do this and definitely get used to it.
I mutely nodded my assent to her request and dutifully began undressing. I quickly slid off my socks and shrugged out of my shirt and was in the process of removing my pants and boxers in one swoop when I came to the realization that my cock was hard as a rock. I had a brief moment of panic at the idea of so exposing myself in front of my mother when I thought fuck it, she's seen dad's anyways. I whipped my pants and boxers off and I heard an involuntary gasp as I straightened upright. I looked to see my mother with a hand to her mouth and a blush on her face. "I'm sorry", she said, "I just haven't seen one since your father, especially one like your fathers'". She giggled then.
Now, I'm not exactly huge, but my mother seemed to think I at least took after my father. I'm about six inches soft and about eight fully hard, so I couldn't complain and it seemed like my mother wouldn't either. "Sorry," I said with a grin, "It's just that you're such a gorgeous woman, even if you are my mother." She laughed and said "Well, thanks for flattering an old woman." "You're not old, just refined," I retorted with a laugh.
We both giggled at that and began to set the table. Several times we found ourselves accidentally running into each other or brushing up against one another and that did nothing to help my arousal at all. I laughed softly as I sat down. I would've never imagined that before now, I would be sitting naked at a table with my equally naked foxy mother with plans to do much more of it in the future. Her voice interrupted my thoughts and we began to talk about our day as if sitting naked together and talking was nothing out of the ordinary for us. However, the bizarreness of the situation was never far from my mind and it only served to fuel my arousal. Looking over at my mother, I could see her nipples were pointed and hard and I could only imagine what she was thinking about this situation.
As the meal finished, I could hardly stand to get my plate in the sink and run to my room to relieve myself from the tension that had been building all night. As I was placing my dish in the sink, my mother stepped into the sink at the same time and I collided with the back of her body head on. My plate clattered into the sink as I reached out to brace myself. As I did, I felt the peculiar feeling of the whole front of my body slamming into the whole back of her body. My mother is just about as tall as I am, so the end result of our collision meant that my hard cock had snugly slid into the crevice of her shapely ass cheeks and rested against her puckered asshole. My hands, searching for something to brace myself with, magically found her breasts to suffice. We both froze, our breath coming in pants. Then my left hand, as if having a will of its own, found its way down to her shaven pussy. She moaned when I touched it and I found that she was as soaking wet as I was painfully hard. We stood there in a daze as my hand continued to rub her wet pussy, finding her hard clit and fingering it vigorously. Suddenly, she spoke "Stop....... go to your room." Her voice was raspy and I groaned in protest, trying to goad her arousal to override her objections as I rubbed her clit even harder and faster. "Max, please." Her voice had an aroused pleading tone to it that I found irresistible. "I'm your mother for God's sake!"
Suddenly, as if those were the magic words to break the spell, I came back to reality and released my mother. She turned her head and looked up to me with lust-filled eyes. I stared back in shock and then turned away and called "I'm sorry!" over my shoulder as I ran to my room, my hard straining cock leading the way. I didn't even pause to close my door as I scurried to the trash can beside the desk in my room and clutched my throbbing cock. Overcome with lust, I jacked it furiously with my clenched fist as I replayed the events that had occurred in the kitchen. Only, my mind played events as if my mother had accepted my advances, as if she had told me "Yes son, give it to Mommy. Fuck Mommy good son!" My fist flew over my cock as my fantasy encounter expanded in my mind to me taking my mother in the pussy, then in the ass over the kitchen sink and her finishing me with the most amazing blow job I'd ever experienced, which I'd had several of from ex-girlfriends.
I couldn't take any more as my cock exploded and shot out my heavy load of cum in thick ropes into the trash can. I roared in ecstasy, but somewhere in the back of my mind, I heard another scream of ecstasy. I lazily looked up in the midst of the fog of my orgasm to find my mother, one hand twisting a nipple cruelly, the other forcing three fingers in her wet pussy and the thumb rubbing her clit fiercely, wailing out in her own explosive orgasm. As our orgasms passed, we stared at each other in shock at what had just passed between us. Suddenly, she bolted from the room, echoing the earlier "I'm sorry!" that I had uttered earlier in the evening. My mind reeled with everything that had happened between us and, overcome with the intensity of it all, I stumbled into bed and promptly passed out in slumber.
The sound of birds chirping woke me up the next morning and it took me a moment to realize why I had fallen asleep naked, as I usually never did that. The bizarre events of the previous night came rushing back into my mind, but before I could contemplate it any further, the need to pee came to my mind. I walked to my bathroom, observing that my morning piss hard-on was ever present. As I emptied my bladder, my mind continued to turn over the events of the night before and I wondered if my mother had reneged on her decision to live textile-free after what happened. Thoughts of her naked body immediately brought back my hard-on and I quickly but quietly made my way downstairs to find the answer to my question.
