Mother Deliberately Flashing Son
Something I never thought I'd ever see; whether it was unintentional or deliberate, my mother flashing me.
I never thought I'd see my mother in her short, sheer, sexy, and low-cut nightgowns without having the modesty to wear a robe over them. Before I moved back home, with her morally modest, and denying me any glimpses of any part of her beautiful body, she always wore a robe over her sexy nightgowns. I never thought I'd see in her sheer, bikini panties and in her low-cut bra.
Unable to remove my eyes from her naked breasts, I never thought I'd see her topless. I never thought I'd see my mother's naked tits. Continuing to sexually tease me by flashing me, as surprised as I was sexually excited, something that was so sexually exciting, I never thought I'd see her naked.
'My mother is naked. I can't believe she's naked,' I thought while staring at all that I could see of her sexy and shapely body.
I never thought I'd see her naked ass, her naked tits, and/or her naked pussy. Yet, every day, while making her flashes appear unintentional, she showed me something new of her sexy and shapely body that I should never see. For a 48-year-old woman, my mother is hot.
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Author's Note:
This is a true story that Robert asked me to write about his 48-year-old mother, Brianna. She sexually teased him by deliberately flashing him. Having never flashed him any part of her beautiful, naked body before, he was surprised that she flashed him all of her hot body now. As shocked as he was sexually excited, never had he seen as much of his mother's sexy and shapely body as he was seeing now.
Typically, it was a son deliberately flashing his mother his naked prick when allowing her to catch him masturbating himself and not a mother flashing her son her naked pussy when sitting across from him. Every time she slowly and seductively crossed and uncrossed her long, shapely legs when wearing her short nightgown without wearing panties, she flashed him her naked, blonde, trimmed pussy. Every time she leaned over him longer and lower than necessary to serve him coffee or food, she flashed him a low-cut, down nightgown view of her naked breasts and her erect nipples.
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After losing my job, no longer able to afford my apartment, a dreaded financial situation, I moved back home to live with my mother. A single mother, she didn't marry my dad, whoever he was. I never met my biological father.
I don't think she even told him that she was pregnant. With her having lots of unprotected sex back then, between attending drunken dorm parties and attending wild, spring break events, perhaps, she was too drunk to know who the father of her baby was. Suffice to write, one wouldn't know by looking at her but my beautiful mother was a whore.
A typical story back then, she became pregnant after a night of partying with drugs and excessive drinking. Fortunately for me, a practicing Catholic, she didn't believe in abortion and didn't abort me, thank God. As an alternative to abortion, she could have given me up for adoption and I'm glad that she didn't.
Still, the mystery man in my life, I wondered about my father. I wondered who he was, what he looked like, and what he was like. Who knows? Maybe, he was rich. With my mother 5'11" and me 6'4" tall, he must have been tall, too.
A tough economy made worse with the pandemic with good paying jobs with benefits impossible to find, I felt like such a loser living at home with my mother. What grown man lives with their mother? Yet, not having much of a choice, I needed a place to live. I needed a place to store all of my stuff that I moved out of my apartment when moving. What choice did I have other than to move back home with my mother? Fortunately for me, with her tired of living alone, my mother welcomed me home with opened arms.
A big disadvantage to my social life, no longer having my own apartment, I no longer had a place to take women that I picked up at the club for sex. Suffice to write, having not had sex since I lost my apartment, I'm horny. Besides, with me still living at home with my mother, at 25-years-old, no woman would sexually want to be with me.
They'd think me weird, which I'm not. They'd think there was something wrong with me, which there isn't. They'd think me a Mama's boy, which I wasn't. I was just out of luck, out of a job, out of money, and have no place to live other than with my mother.
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Yet, sexually surprising me as much as my mother sexually excited me, something different than when I lived with her before, there was something odd about how she was behaving. Something she always did before that she no longer did now; denying me a view of her naked breasts, her naked pussy, and her naked ass, she always wore a robe over her sheer and sexy nightgowns. Now, as if no longer caring what I saw of her and how much I saw of her naked body, she acted as if she wanted me to see her topless and/or naked.
Immorally immodest, not having any modesty, shame, and/or morals, she walked around me wearing her shortest, sheerest, lowest cut, and sexiest nightgowns without wearing a robe. Never have I seen as much of my mother's beautiful and nearly naked body as I was seeing now. Every time I saw something of her that I shouldn't see, I had a throbbing and pulsating erection. Every time I had an erection when seeing as much of her nearly naked body through her sexy nightgown, I needed to masturbate myself while imagining my mother naked and having sex with me.
Suffice to write that always masturbating, I'd love to see my mother naked as much as I'd love to have sex with her. Yet, she's my mother. I can't have sex with my mother. That's just wrong. That's just nasty. That's something that her best friend, Susan Jill Parker, would do. If Susan had a son, she'd definitely have sex with him. She was a bigger whore than my mother.
In the way that she seemingly and deliberately flashed me, returning the favor of her exhibitionism with my exhibitionism, I wanted to deliberately flash her, too. Every time she flashed me; I had the urge to flash my mother my cock. In the way that she flashed me her naked ass, her naked tits, and her naked pussy, I wanted to flash her my naked prick. I wondered what her reaction would be if I suddenly exposed myself to her.
'Would she look? Would she stare? Or would she look away in disgust and embarrassment,' I thought while wondering?
Now with my mother continually flashing me up nightgown peeks of her naked pussy and down nightgown views of her naked breasts, she made me horny. I've never masturbated as much over my mother flashing me since I was a horny, testosterone filled, teenager. Never wanting to have sex with my mother before, with me sexually frustrated, after seeing her nearly topless and nearly naked now, if she agreed to have sex with me, I'd have sex with her.
Definitely, I'd fuck my mother. Having never seen much more than my mother's bra strap before, I'm embarrassed as I'm sexually excited to see all that I'm seeing of her now. Yet, feeling incestuously perverted, I'm more embarrassed and sexually uncomfortable when she's given me an erection after flashing me something of her naked body or nearly naked body that I should never see.
What's worse, as if I'm a horny teenager, unable to help myself, I'm embarrassed to admit that whenever she flashes me, that night and the next morning, I masturbate over all that I saw of my mother. Admittedly again, masturbating night and day, and every day over my mother, with me horny and sexually frustrated, I've never masturbated as much as I'm masturbating now. With me masturbating with my eyes closed while watching porn and wearing headphones, and her barging in my bedroom without knocking, I'm surprised my mother hasn't caught me stroking my cock and cumming.
'What's wrong with me? This is my mother and not some whore. How dare I masturbate over my mother,' I thought.
What grown man masturbates over his mother? Get a life. Get a girlfriend. Yet, with me living with my mother, that curtailed my sexlife. Now, especially when she flashed me, all that I could think of was having incestuous sex with my mother.
Unable to help myself, I continued staring at all that I she was showing and all that I was seeing while masturbating myself every morning and every evening. I'd love to have sex with my mother. I'd love to strip her naked while making out with her.
'How dare I look, stare, and sexually lust over her? That's so wrong. That's so nasty,' I thought? 'What son sexually lusts over his mother?'
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Again, embarrassed to admit, not sexually satisfied with seeing all that she's had already flashed me, I've been masturbating over imagining my mother naked and her having sex with me. Horny now, I haven't been with a woman since I lost my job and my apartment. I'm sad to admit that, wishing I could sleep in her king-sized bed with her, I'd have sex with my mother if I could.
If she refused to have sex with me, at the very least, while sleeping with her, I'd love to hold her, hug her, spoon her, and cuddle her while touching her and feeling her everywhere through her thin, sheer nightgown. Not stopping with holding her, hugging her, spooning her, and cuddling her, truth be told, I'd love to masturbate her while licking her pussy. Unashamed and unembarrassed to admit, I'd love to eat my mother's cunt.