Shaving Mom 1

Divorce changes you, they say. It certainly did my mother. When my dad left her for a younger, slimmer coworker, it hit her hard. Late thirties, she had gained a few pounds, and not in all the right places. Before the divorce even got finalized, she decided she was unattractive, and went on a tear to remedy that. First was a gym membership, and then the weight loss program. Her body toned up, and she did lose some weight, but unfortunately much of that loss came from her boobs.

Throughout the process, she leaned on me, Gunnar, her 18-year old son. I recognized her insecurities, made worse every time I returned from visiting my dad and his hot girlfriend, now fiancée, per the divorce decree. My mom kept peppering me with questions about her: what were her measurements? How much did she weigh? What did she do to maintain her shape? Where did they go, what did they do, how often did he bonk her... it was endless.

During her self-transformation, she turned me into her confidant. Every morning I had to stand behind her at her weigh-in. To keep her accountable, she said, but I think it was to hear a cheerleader encouraging her.

To lessen the load on the scale, she wore less and less at the weigh-in every morning. I don't know how many women choose their underwear based on how much it weighs, but Mom did. To say she was fanatical about losing her weight would be like saying the Queen Mary is a cute little boat.

As a consequence, I got to see my mother wearing less and less with each passing day. Her panties became shearer and her bras flimsier, all in the pursuit of a more favorable scale reading.

Like most boys growing up, I thought my mom was sexy, even wanked at her image a time or twenty, but how many boys get to look at their mom in real life every single morning wearing hardly anything at all? My reaction wasn't subtle--I couldn't hide behind her as she stepped on the scale. No, I had to stand next to her so I could witness the reading. Can you imagine? Mom, naked but for flimsier and flimsier see-through panties and bra, not just wanting me to look at her, but craving my ogling. Just in the name of weight loss, of course, and with affirmation and encouragement. I didn't need a rocket science degree to figure out: keep complimenting mom and see a live cam show.

I'm sure she couldn't but notice the towering effect it had on a hormone-driven teenage boy, but she never mentioned it.

With her see-through panties, I couldn't help noticing the lush bush being revealed more and more. One day I facetiously mentioned to Mom she could lessen the load on the scale by a few ounces if she shaved that off.

Which unexpectedly resulted in my world's first tectonic plate shift. "Great idea, Gunnar! But I can't see so well down there. You shave every day--would you shave me?" Shivering shitty shenanigans. Trying to make fun of it, I replied, "Is the Pope still Catholic? I'd be happy to shave the sexiest woman in Texas."

She gave a nervous giggle. "Okay, I have to get to work, but how about we do that tonight after dinner?"

Up to now, there was nothing sexual between my mother and I, beyond my normal fantasy of boffing her while I wanked--your normal young guy/MILF thing. This was something new, though. Friday was a total loss for me. During Miss Donahue's math class, all I could think of was whether she was shaved or not. The question had never occurred before, now it was all I could think of. Mrs. Bainbridge's biology class the same. Fortunately our English teacher was a guy, but while he pontificated on some arcane grammar rules, all I could think of was how much I'd be able to feel up my mother tonight while shaving her. And the nirvana of having to do it again a few days later.

When we sat down for dinner that night, I noticed mom couldn't look me in the eye, and her hand shook a little as she dished up the last of the casserole she had made for the week. Her portion, as usual, was minuscule. Then it struck me: she must have thought about it the whole day, too! When this woman latched onto something, she went for it with all she had.

"Mom, were you thinking about tonight during your work day?" I smiled to take out any implication of judgment.

A huge blush spread from her neck up. "Uhh, how did you know? Were you?"

I nodded. "It was all I could think of."

"Yeah?" She sounded relieved, but worried.

To head off any suspicion of untoward thoughts, I put on my best Oscar performance. How could I tell her about my plans and strategies to get my lips on 'those' lips of hers? She'd disown me. "Yeah, I was thinking about how to avoid cutting you, or hurting you. Sometimes with a new blade, I shave a little too close, and my skin burns for several hours. I don't want to do that to you--I love you too much to ever want to hurt you."

"Aww, you are such a sweetie." Her voice dropped conspiratorially. "I asked Janet at work today about shaving down there. Can you believe how blown away I was when she told me she always kept herself smooth? Every third day, she said. I had no idea! I asked her how she did it, and she said her husband did it for her, and every time it leads to mindblowing sex. I asked if she knew of anyone else who shaved and she said all the women under thirty did, had I ever looked at porn stars? Apparently they ALL shave. Holy clappers, she made me feel like I'm a dinosaur. When I said that, she laughed... but didn't correct me."

My head spun even more when she looked at me closely. "You're an adult now, and you know I don't judge you, am I right?"

"Yes ma'am, no ma'am, I don't feel like you judge me."

She giggled. "I know you masturbate."

"Moooom," I cried. "TMI!"

"Hey, I'm the one who does laundry and I see your crusty underwear. But, I've never judged you. All young men do it. Even women." She blushed.

"Mom, you masturbate, too?"

Looking down, she said softly. "Hey, I'm not judging you..."

"Oh mom, I'm not judging you either, quite the opposite. I think it's so hot that my sexy mother also masturbates. Wow. I've just never thought of that. What do you think of when you masturbate?"

"That's private. I'll never ask you what you think about."

"Aren't you curious, though?"

Pressing her lips together, she looked into the distance. "Like you, I've never really thought about it. The first time I noticed cum on your underpants, I just shrugged and thought, well, my son's joined the real world now, and that was pretty much it. But, now that you mentioned it, I am curious, but I respect your privacy and I told myself I won't pry."

"Thank you. But if you tell me yours I'll tell you mine."

Laughing, she rose and started clearing the table. "Some things are best left undiscussed. Are you ready to help your old mother lose a few ounces and join the 21st century? I bought new blades for my razor."

"Oh I'm always ready to help my MILF reach her goals."

"Stop it! For your information, I know what a MILF is. I'm not that much of a dinosaur, I'll have you know. Let's head up to my bathroom."

On the way up the stairs it hit me for the first time: I was going to see my hot mother totally naked for the first time ever! I was amazed that she fell for what was pretty much a BS idea--I mean, how much difference will a few pubic hairs make to her weight? But... she was the queen of focus and once her mind was set on losing weight, every ounce mattered. Was I going to complain? On the other hand, could she be hot for me, and using my BS as an excuse to cross the line with me?

In my dreams.

Maybe.

Still...

As I regarded her wiggling ass in front of me up the stairs I began getting hard. Who knew what all could come from this adventure? Maybe I could convince her to shave me in return?

When we got to her bedroom, she turned around. "What do we do now?"

"Three steps," I replied. "The first one is dry, and the next two wet. First we're going to use clippers to get rid of the surplus long hair. Simple, just like a hair stylist cutting hair off your head. Then, you take a bath to let everything soak. If you want, you can use that time to shave your legs like you usually do.

"Phase two starts with your pubic hair, which we shave off with the razor. When that's done, we clean up your back door--there are always more hairs there than you think of, and when you wear a bikini, those are the ones that stick out and embarrass you the most, especially because you can't see them."

Drawing in a deep breath, she hesitated. "I don't know about this. You're going to be seeing everything."

"True. But, no offense, it's not anything I've not seen on thousands of internet pictures."

"Pervert! None of them are your own flesh and blood mother, though."

Nodding, I agreed. "The one who gave birth to me. The one who is focused on her goal to lose weight and, along the way, join the 21st century."

Stepping back, I held my hands up. "Look, I'm the one doing you a favor. If you don't want to go ahead, no harm, no foul. I'm doing this only to help you." Going for an Oscar, I pretended that getting a close-up view of my sexy mom's pussy had NOTHING to do with it.

Again, the pause as conflicting thoughts raced across her pretty face. Drawing in a breath, she said, "You're right. Let's do it. But I don't have clippers. Can we use scissors?"

"Sure. But I have an attachment on my electric razor; that'll be the easiest and quickest. Let me go and fetch it. You can get a towel and set it on the toilet."

She was not done with her hesitation. "Why don't you give me your razor? Shaving off the bulky hair is not going to be hard. That way you don't have to look at everything."

With a shrug, I said, "Makes no difference to me. The dry shaving is going to take only a minute or two, while the rest is going to take be bulk of the time. And for that I will have to 'look at everything.'" I made air quotes to emphasize the sarcasm.

Nervously giggling, she surrendered. "Okay, Mr. Expert, you win. Have at it."

When I returned, my mother had taken off her panties, but still had her bra and robe on. I didn't want to point out that she was going to have to be completely nude later, anyway, so I said nothing. Let her discover it step by step--maybe that would soften the shock of getting totally nude for her son.

Laying down another towel on the floor, I said, "Why don't you stand on this for the first pass? Shaving off the hair will go easier with you standing upright."

Obviously nervous, she did so. Her robe dangled before her female bits, so she took it off.

I brought the shaver to the top of her hairline and shaved a neat edge. "See, no pain, no problem," I reassured her.

Visibly relaxing, she nodded.

Kneeling before her, I had her spread her legs and shaved off the obvious longer hairs around the edges of her labia and running down onto her thighs. While doing this, I regularly rubbed softly across her clit and labia, ostensibly fluffing up what remained and brushing away lingering cut hairs. After a short while, her clit began swelling under its hood and a drop of lubrication appeared at her opening. She drew in a breath or two when my hand brushed the exterior of her family jewels.

"Okay, all done," I said, and ran a bath for her while tossing the hair from the towel into the bathroom trash can.

"You can leave now," she said. "I don't need you perving at your mother while I shave my legs."

With a patient grin, I replied, "Mother, you're clearly not thinking. Your treasures will be hidden under the bubbles. Besides, when you're done with your legs I'm not only going to see everything you have, I'm going to feel it and see it up close--very up close."

With a sigh of resignation, she closed the faucet, stripped off her bra and got in. As much as I could, I took in the sight. This was the first time I'd seen my mother nude and up close. She was hot and the view made me hard as tungsten steel. Her generous breasts dangled as she bent over, getting into the tub.

"Want me to wash your back?" I asked.

"Hmm, sure," she said, handing me the loofah or whatever they call it, and the body wash. Not taking too long, I washed her back, and rinsed it off with my hand. The touch of her wet naked skin under my hand got me even more excited. So smooth. How could something so innocuous be so sensual?

She obviously felt the same, as she uttered a low happy moan.

"Want me to do the front as well?" I asked, grinning.

"Ha, you wish, pervert," she replied, but with a smile, and proceeded to take care of that, giving me a lovely, extended eyeful of her big, feminine breasts. Her stiff nipples told me she didn't mind my lustful gaze, although neither of us said anything.

After washing, she lay back and lifted first one leg and then the other, shaving them with long, languorous strokes.

"You have pretty legs, Mom," I said softly. "You are a very sexy woman."

Embarrassed, she blushed and smiled. "Thank you, son. Flattery will get you everywhere." Briskly, she rinsed herself off. "Are we ready for the main agenda? Where should we do it?"

"On the toilet seat. That way I can reach everywhere." And get my mouth close to you... but I didn't say that out loud.

Once she'd dried herself, she parked her fanny on the covered throne, on top of the towel. What a sight! She clearly was aroused, as I could see her outer lips spread more apart than when she used the clippers. Her inner lips, a deeper pink, peered out, trying to hide behind the bristles still remaining. The sight of the arousal she couldn't hide anymore stirred Little Gunnar.

I brought out the shaving cream, and a bottle of Astroglide. "What's that for?" she asked, pointing at the bottle.

"The biggest function of shaving cream is lubrication, to make the razor slide smoothly over your skin. This is pure lubrication, so it'll do a better job than shaving cream, plus it's clear, so we can see exactly where the razor is and what it's doing. But I can use shaving cream for the first pass to give you the illusion of privacy if you want."

After a second's hesitation, we both laughed.

"Look, Mom," I said seriously, "I know you're embarrassed a little, and I want to let you feel comfortable that I'm not going to perve all over you."

She exhaled. "You're right. It's silly, I know, but you nailed it. I am nervous to let my son see me naked and up close, but at the same time I understand you can't do this with your eyes closed. So, why not simply use the clear stuff from the get-go?"

"Okay," I said, and squirted a dollop into my hands to warm it up. Then I smeared it slowly over her entire hairy area, taking as much time as I could get away with to gently massage her pussy lips and clit.

After a few seconds, her breathing deepened. "Hmm," she said. "That feels so naughty. Naughty, but nice."

Taking a chance, I rubbed more onto her pussy lips and massaged them up and down, liberally rubbing my slippery fingers around her clit.

Her eyes closed and she hummed with pleasure. Then, without opening her eyes, she said, ever so softly, "Not many hairs there to shave off, are there?"

"No, Mother, but I wanted to make you feel good, because I love you."

"Thank you, son," her eyes opened and she smiled at me, "but I think you best be getting on with the shaving." She patted my hand to show no foul.

After checking the blade, I carefully started taking off the hair above her pubic bone. This was the easy part and it went quick. With utter self-control, I resisted the urge to keep rubbing her while doing that. Then I pushed her left leg further out and started on the few strands of hair that extended onto her upper thigh. From there, I carefully, and slowly, shaved the small area between the joint and her outer lips. I pulled her outer lip to stretch the skin. However, the lubrication caused the puffy lip to keep slipping out of my fingers, so I had to keep rubbing and pulling her labia majora to keep shaving until the area was smooth. She didn't protest--in fact, her breathing began to speed up.

Then I took her hand and, guiding it, let her rub the area to feel how smooth it was. "Doesn't that feel good?" I asked. Words cannot describe how arousing it felt to hold my mother's hand as she slowly rubbed her most private parts with her eyes closed to focus on her sense of touch.

"It does," she said. She kept rubbing her pussy, much more than was necessary. What was I going to do--stop her? Her breathing and natural moisture told me she was getting into it a whole lot more than she expected or wanted to admit.

"Here's the ultimate test," I said, gently sliding her hand away and using my lips and tongue to cover that area, careful to not proceed into eating her out. "Nothing is as sensitive as lips and the tongue," I whispered. At first she tensed, but when she felt my mouth staying just on the shaved area, she relaxed.

Moving to the right side, I repeated the exercise.

Now, the tricky bits remained--the folds. I moved to the few hairs right on one of the outer lips of her pussy. Shaving them off was quick, and I immediately proceeded to the other one. When I was done with both, I gently rubbed up and down on her pussy lips to let both of us feel how smooth it came out.

"Ahh," she whispered as her lower body moved in a small humping motion, "That feels wonderful. Soooo smooth. You're doing a great job, son."

Not giving her an opportunity to stop me, I proceeded with 'the ultimate test' down there, licking her folds top to bottom a few times. Her inner lips had swollen by this time, so my flat tongue lapped her entire pussy, including her clit.

At first she wanted to protest, but I guess the pleasure overrode her prudence, and she surrendered herself to the pleasure of having her lube slathered lips caressed by a gentle and slow tongue. Sensing her surrender, I kept it up, rolling my tongue around her clitoris. All pretense of decorum fell by the wayside--here was a healthy woman enjoying gentle but insistent cunnilingus, with no thought or concern about who was administering it, or how appropriate or inappropriate it might have been. All that mattered to her then was the pleasure of the moment, and the urge to reach her climax, as her moaning and humping increased.

As she approached her peak, I lifted a lube-covered hand and squeezed a nipple while rolling it between my slippery fingers. Arching her back, she moaned louder and humped me harder. When I sensed she was on the brink, I inserted two fingers into her flooded pussy and rubbed them onto that little rough spot. Instant explosion. Her legs clamped my head to her honeypot, which she thrust onto my tongue, convulsing and almost screaming, "Oh god, yes, Gunnar, oh fuuuuuuuuck!"

After several convulsions, she exhaled and opened her eyes, which were still out of focus. Breathless and with a light sheen of sweat over her body, she lifted my head. "I know you're my son, and we were not supposed to do this, but honey, that was the best orgasm I've had in my entire life. Thank you so much."

She leaned forward and pulled my head up, to meet in a soft, sloppy kiss that lingered and lingered.

"I love you, sweet sexy mother of mine," I said, pulling back and looking into her eyes.

"And I love you, too, you hunk of mine. You really surprised me."

"I'm glad I made you feel good. You deserve it. But we're not done. I need to shave the fold above your clit and then you need to turn around and let me catch the stray hairs in your butt."

"I'm putty in your hands, son." She opened her legs wide again. "Do with me what you want."

"Ooh, careful," I joked, but spread some more lube across the folds around her clit. Carefully I shaved the few remaining hairs off.

Then I patted her hip. "Okay, now, go stand by the counter. Bend forward and spread your legs."

The sight of her puffy and moist lips protruding below her butt cheeks through her spread legs was erotic beyond belief. Slowly, I slathered on the lube, rubbing her two holes and the areas around them far more than necessary.