Author's note: All characters appearing in this work are fictitious and are eighteen years of age or older. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.
This is my entry for the 2018 Lit Nude Day Contest. Please vote and leave comments, if you have the time
My Mom Becomes a Nudist
A son is forced to adapt to his mother's new lifestyle.
When I got home from work, I made a sandwich, grabbed a can of Coke from the fridge, and joined my mother who was sitting on the couch in the family room watching TV.
"How was work?" she asked.
"Boring. We only had one customer the last two hours and she didn't even buy anything. I don't know why the store stays open until nine. Who buys stationary at nine o'clock at night?"
"Maybe the mall makes them do it."
"Yeah, maybe. How was your day?" I asked. "How was the beach?"
"I didn't go to the beach."
"Oh, I thought the way you were dressed this morning that that was where you were you going?"
"No, I decided to try something different, so I went to a park."
"Oh, yeah. Which one?"
"Liberty Park."
"Liberty Park? Never heard of it."
"Yeah, well it's . . . it's sort of a private park."
"Is it nice?" I asked.
"It's beautiful," my mother said. "They have a big swimming pool, beach volleyball courts, and a large grassy area where you can sunbathe."
"Why is it private?"
"Um . . . Well . . . because people do things there that . . . that you can't do in public parks."
"Oh yeah? Like what?"
"Like take off their clothes. Liberty Park is a nudist park. I went to a nudist park, Jason. Does that shock you?"
I
was
shocked, though I probably shouldn't have been. My mother had always been a free spirit and into all sorts of unusual things like meditation, new age music, and burning incense. She even had a collection of homeopathic crystals that she believed had mystic healing powers.
"Did you take off . . ." I stammered. I couldn't bring myself to finishing my question.
"My clothes? Yes," my mother said, "but not all of them―well, not at first. You don't have to if you don't want to. It's optional, not required or anything. Some women only go topless. Once I got comfortable, that's what I did. I took off my bikini top.
"You went topless?" I asked, not believing what I was hearing.
"Yes, I was really nervous at first and thought everyone would be staring at me, at my breasts, but they didn't. No one seemed to notice or care, and eventually I started to relax and enjoy the experience. There were all kinds of people there: young, old, thin, fat, all shapes and sizes. I guess I thought you had to have a great body to do something like this, but I was wrong. It wasn't like that, not at all. It was more about the freedom, about shedding your clothes and your inhibitions.
"Eventually, I decided 'what the hell' and took off my bikini bottoms, and laid down on my stomach so that no one could see my face. It felt like everyone was watching me, staring at my big, pale-white bottom, but I peeked around and they weren't. Once again, no one seemed to notice or care.
"As the day went on, I started getting hot, so I worked up my courage and took a dip in the pool to cool off. It felt so wonderful to swim completely naked; it felt so natural. I'd only skinny dipped once, and that was way back when I was in college, and I forgotten how incredible it felt.
"Walking back to my towel, the cool breeze blowing across my nude body felt amazing, like nature was somehow approving and enhancing my experience. I was having such a lovely time; I didn't want to leave, but I also didn't want to spend too much time in the sun since . . . well, since some of my parts had never seen the sun before." My mother laughed. "And I was afraid they might get sunburnt, so I left after that.
"It was so much fun, I'm going to go back again. It feels so wonderful, so liberating, not having to wear your clothes. I wish I could be that way all the time, but of course I know that's not possible, but it made me think about . . ."
"Think about what?" I asked.
"Being nude around the house. What do you think? Would you be okay with that?"
I had just stuffed the last bit of my PBJ sandwich into my mouth when I heard those words―hearing them made me cough and choke on my food.
"Are you okay?" my mother asked.
I took a swig of my Coke to wash the food down. "Yes, I'm okay."
"Good, I'm glad you're okay with this. I was afraid me being nude in front of you might make you uncomfortable."
My mother obviously misinterpreted my reply. When I said I was okay, I meant that I wasn't choking to death, not that I was comfortable with her being nude around me. I was about to clarify what I meant when she said, "I want you to let me know if it ever bothers you. Okay? Will you do that for me?"
I didn't know what to say or what to think. This was all so shocking to me. I was half-expecting her to take her clothes off right there, right in front of me, but she didn't. "Okay," I said, not exactly sure why.
The worst part of this awkward conversation was, when I looked back over at her, I started to wonder what her naked body looked like. I knew it was wrong to have those kind of thoughts, but I couldn't help it. I had never looked at her that way before, never really noticed my mother's body at all.
* * * * * * * * *
The next afternoon, after I finished my ride, I stowed my bike in the garage and entered the house through the door to the kitchen. My mother was standing by the stove wearing an apron. "Are you hungry?" she asked me.
I had never seen my mother wear an apron before, never even knew that she owned one. Maybe this was her way of easing me into the whole nudity thing, I thought. "Starving," I replied.
"Good. I'm making spaghetti. It's almost ready. Can you set the table?"
"Sure," I answered. After placing the plates, cutlery and napkins on the kitchen table, I poured myself a big glass of gatorade to help me rehydrate from my ride, then sat down at the table.
The apron my mom was wearing narrowed toward the top, narrow enough that I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra, narrow enough that her large breasts were barely covered. I knew I shouldn't, but I couldn't stop staring at them, at her, and wondering if she was wearing any panties.
Mom drained the pasta, stirred it into the marinara sauce, and poured the spaghetti into a large, ceramic serving bowl, which she set in the middle of our kitchen table. I was so anxious and nervous I didn't know what to do, what to say. "Go on, Jason, don't be shy; I know you're hungry."
I was hungry, of course I was hungry, but my hunger wasn't for the pasta. It was for her, seeing more of my mother's forbidden body. I didn't have the nerve to tell her that, so I piled a huge helping of spaghetti onto my plate and tried to focus on the food, and not on my mother and my insatiable curiosity about her naked body.
"How was your ride? How far did you go?" she asked as we ate.
"About thirty miles roundtrip," I said.
"Wow, that's a long way. Was it hard?"
"Yes," I replied. The ride was hard but not as hard as my dick was now.
What was wrong with me?
I wondered. Thankfully my mother couldn't see the growing bulge in my biking shorts that was hidden from her view beneath the table. "There were a lot hills on the route."
"Well, you know what they say, 'Good things often come from hard things'" my mother said, "and when it's finally over and you finally finish, it's totally worth it."
"Uh, yeah," I replied weakly.
We finished eating, and my mother started to clear the table. Panic set in. I didn't know what to do. I couldn't stand up and have her see my embarrassing erection, and there was no indication my current state of arousal would go away anytime soon.
Fortunately a window of opportunity arose. My mother turned her back to me, bent over, and started loading the dishwasher, exposing her big, sexy, bare ass to me. I bolted from the table and headed to my room.
After quickly closing the door, I peeled off my biking shorts and freed my aching cock, then fell back onto my bed and started stroking my raging hardon. The vision of my mother, bent over and exposing herself totally to me, begging me to take her and fuck her hard from behind, filled my head.
I had never been this horny; I knew that it was wrong, wrong to have sexual thoughts about my mother and her body, but I couldn't help it. Thinking about my mother that way, the forbidden nature of it, made it even more incredibly arousing. It didn't take long before I felt a massive orgasm building inside me and huge load of cum came rocketing out of my cock, landing, in my mind, on my fantasy mother's beautiful bottom.
When it was over, I felt guilty about what I had done, and worried that my mother would somehow discover my deep, dark secret. Here she was, exploring a side of herself which she considered to be completely normal and natural; and here I was, discovering a side of myself that was completely abnormal and unnatural.
Was it always going to be like this, I wondered. Was I always going to get hard around her, would I ever be able to see her body again and not think sexual thoughts. Would I ever get used to it?
I wondered about all these things through a sleepless night.
* * * * * * * * *
The next day, I tried my hardest to avoid her, worried about what might happen, and how she would react. During the day, I hung out with some friends―playing Over the Line on the baseball field at the park. Then I spent the night at Kenny's house playing video games until nine o'clock, hoping that when I got home my mom would be in bed reading, which was her normal routine. She wasn't.
When I got home, much to my astonishment and dismay, my mother was completely naked, sitting on the family room couch, drinking wine, and watching a movie on Showtime. I wanted to head straight to my room, but another part of me wanted to see her body again, and that part of me was now in control and making the decisions. I sat down on the couch next to her. The lights were off―that's how my mother liked to watch movies. The light from the television was only partially illuminated the room. I was grateful for that, grateful that she wouldn't be able to see me getting hard again, hard for her.
The movie she was watching was called
Emmanuelle
. It was R-Rated and contained lots of nudity and sex scenes, and not much else really. Watching it together with her only made the situation worse.
When it was over my mother got up, turned off the TV and turned on the lights. This was the first time I was able to see her entire naked body in full light, and it was amazing. Her breasts were large, her waist thin, and her sexy hips, curvy and wide. I crossed my arms across my lap and tried to hide my erection from her as I snuck glances at her hairy pussy.
She sat back down on the couch next to me. "I'm going to Liberty Park tomorrow, Jason. You can come if you want to?" she asked.
"I . . . Um . . . No, no thanks."
