Shaving The Day With Mom

Note: if mom-son incest, hairy pussies, and exhibitionism aren't your cup tea, than this ridiculous story isn't for you. The usual disclaimer, everyone is 18+, this is pure fiction, not condoning any of this IRL, blah blah blah. Comments welcome. Enjoy.

18 year-old Matt squinted into the glowing afternoon sun, his eyes adjusting to the stark contrast as he stepped out from the shade of the poolside snack bar. The chlorine scent of the water washed over him, mingling with the sweet coconut of sunscreen and the faint waft of barbecue from somewhere nearby.

His skin felt sticky with the combination of heat and sweat, and his eyes scanned the bustling pool area, looking for any signs of trouble or misbehavior. It was his first summer as a lifeguard, and the responsibility weighed heavily on his shoulders.

As he approached the entrance to do his gate duty, he couldn't help but notice his mother, Barbara, a curvy, 44-year old brunette who looked like a combination of Mimi Rogers and Alberta Watson, strutting in with a gaggle of friends--the"fab 4", as they liked to call themselves--all of them full-figured middle-aged moms with their hair piled high in messy buns, laughing raucously.

Matt's mother Barbara was a force of nature, a whirlwind of laughter and love who had raised him almost single-handedly after his father's early departure. A free spirit with an unyielding zest for life, she had instilled in him the virtues of self-reliance and the pursuit of happiness, but she had also inadvertently made him the man of the house at a tender age. Her carefree nature meant that he often found himself taking on the more serious tasks, from paying the bills to making sure the house was in order when she was out gallivanting with her latest fling.

This summer gig was not just a job to him; it was a way to contribute to their modest income and save for his upcoming college education. Between his summer school AP classes, the honor society, swim team, and prepping for college, it didn't leave much time for a social life. At 18, that left Matt a virgin. Today these town moms were all dressed in vibrant, eye-catching bathing suits that accentuated their figures, despite the years that had passed since they'd last donned them in their youth.

His mother's suit, a daring white one-piece, hugged her curves in a way that made his cheeks flush, and not just because of the heat. It was clear that she'd chosen it to make a statement--but she'd also made a mistake.

"Mom!" Matt called out, his voice carrying over the chatter and splashes of the pool. "You can't come in like that!"

He pointed at the bottoms of her bathing suit where a few dark, curly, stray hairs had escaped, clearly visible against the stark white fabric.

Here she goes again, Matt thought. Why does she always do this, he thought to himself. As he stood there shaking his head, Matt felt a rush of anger and embarrassment--but also a surge of something else, something darker. Was it arousal? Matt quickly pushed the thought from his mind. That's my mom, he thought.

Barbara looked over at him, her eyes widening in horror. "What are you talking about?" she shouted back, her laughter trailing off as she followed his finger. She looked down, her hand flying to cover the offending area.

Her friends, equally shocked, gathered around her, their eyes flickering between Matt and Barbara.

"Oh, my god," her friend Amy, the sassy, full-bodied soccer mom with a blond bob cut and matching yellow two-piece murmured, a blush spreading across her cheeks. "Barb, you forgot to shave the sides!"

Matt shot Barbara a glare that could have boiled the pool water. "You're embarrassing me," he hissed through clenched teeth, his voice low enough that only she could hear. "Follow me to the office, now."

Matt's heart was racing as he led his mother and her friends through the staff-only door, his mind racing with thoughts of the impending confrontation. This was not the way he'd envisioned his afternoon going--but it was definitely going to be a memorable one.

The office was small and stuffy, the air thick with the smell of sunscreen and chlorine that had seeped into the fabric of the lifeguard chairs and uniforms stored there.

Barbara turned to face him, her eyes flashing with anger. "Matt lighten up. What the hell is wrong with you?" she snapped, which was uncharacteristic of her usual live and let live attitude.

Matt swallowed hard, trying to maintain his composure. "Mom, it's the rules. You know that." He held up the pool code of conduct manual, which clearly stated that all bathers must be free of visible body hair. "You can't come in here looking like that."

Barbara's friends looked at each other nervously, shifting their weight from one foot to the other.

Sarah Jenkins, the auburn-haired conservative school secretary at Matt's highschool, piped in. Sarah, with her powder blue-two piece, her curvy hips layered with jean shorts, and her generous creamy tit flesh, bore more than a passing resemblance to the actress Rachel Harris from "The Hangover."

"Maybe he's right, Barbara. We don't want to get anyone in trouble."

Priya, the Indian mom of the group, held still in an amused silence. As a nurse on the front-lines, she'd seen it all. She really just wanted a drama-free day, her modest black one-piece bathing suit designed more for comfort than for flaunting, concealing her large, soft, and sensuous breasts

"This is crazy," Barbara said, her voice rising. "I'm not leaving just because of a few hairs!" She glared at him, daring him to challenge her.

Matt felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment, but he stood his ground.

"You're always doing stuff like this, Mom," he began, his voice shaking with frustration.

"Walking around the house in just your panties, leaving the bathroom door open when you shower--I'm 18! I shouldn't have to see that!"

There was a stunned silence in the room as the other moms exchanged hushed whispers.

"Look, Mom, I don't want to do this, but you're breaking the rules. I have to enforce them."

Barbara rolled her eyes. "Fine," she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. "If it's such a big deal, you can just shave me right here, in front of all your little lifeguard friends."

Matt looked around, unsure of how to respond. His co-workers had gathered outside the window, eager to see how this would unfold. He knew he had to do something, so he took a deep breath and called their bluff.

"Alright, I'll do it," he said, trying to sound more confident than he felt.

He opened the first aid kit and pulled out a pair of tweezers and a small pack of alcohol wipes. "Turn around," he instructed, his voice shaking slightly.

Barbara did as she was told, and without removing her one piece, he carefully began to pluck the stray hairs from the sides, his heart pounding in his chest with every touch. Matt's gaze lingered on the camel toe, the fabric of the bathing suit stretching and molding to the shape of Barbara's sex in a way that made his throat dry.

Barbara's body was a testament to her years of carrying and nurturing life; her skin had a softness to it, with the subtle marks of time etched into every curve and crevice. Despite the slight sag of her breasts and the cellulite that kissed the tops of her thighs, she exuded a raw sexuality that seemed to captivate everyone present. Her legs, though not as toned as they once were, had a womanly appeal that the other moms couldn't help but envy.

Matt's mind swirled with a cocktail of emotions--mortification, confusion, and an undeniable stirring of something more primal.

As his fingers grazed the side of her suit to pluck the rogue hairs, he was acutely aware of the heat radiating from her body, and the way her breath hitched with every pinch of the tweezers. He had never seen his mother's body in such a vulnerable state, and it was unnerving to say the least. In that moment, she was less of a mother and more of a woman--a sexually charged being whose appeal was as undeniable as it was unsettling to her own son.

The tension in the room was palpable, and the silence was only broken by the occasional giggle from one of the women.

Then there were the muffled snickers from outside the office window, which didn't help matters either; he could feel their eyes on him, their curiosity piqued by the unusual situation.

Matt tried to focus on the task at hand, his eyes darting around the room to avoid the knowing glances of the other moms. Their faces were a mix of amusement and discomfort, their bodies language speaking volumes about their own thoughts on the situation.

Always the sassy one, Amy, a full-bodied soccer mom with a blond bob cut couldn't resist a playful jab. "Looks like someone's got their hands full," she teased, her eyes sparkling with mischief. She leaned against the doorframe, one hand on her hip, her own yellow bathing suit hugging her curvy figure in a way that suggested she had more than a few tricks up her sleeve. "Or should I say, 'hairy situation'?"

Her laughter was infectious, and soon the other women were giggling as well, the tension in the room dissipating slightly.

In contrast, Sarah pursed her lips in disapproval. She was the kind of woman who had her life planned down to the minute, and Barbara's carelessness was a direct affront to her meticulously organized existence.

"Matthew this is so inappropriate," she murmured, her voice tight with judgment as her creamy breasts jiggled in her powder blue top.

"I'm sorry Ms. Jenkins, I'm doing the best I can"

Sarah's crossed her arms over her chest, her eyes narrowed in a way that suggested she was mentally listing all the ways Barbara had failed as a mother and a human being.

Finally Priya stepped in and placed a gentle hand on Barbara's shoulder. "Why don't you let me help you, Barbara?" she offered gently, her voice a steady, soothing balm to the tension in the room. "This is a bit much for Matt to handle, don't you think?" Her eyes were filled with a mix of concern and understanding, her body language open and non-threatening. "We're all friends here," she continued, her gaze flicking to Matt, "and we've all been there."

"It's OK Ms Singh, I've got this," Matt said a bit shakily, as he plucked the last of his mom's wily little hairs, the razor bumps forming around the edges of her triangular bottoms.

"OK, I think we're done here mom," Matt exhaled with a sigh of relief.

Barbara's smile grew wider, a knowing glint in her eye. "Oh, no mister stickler for the rules. We need to make sure there are no rogue hairs hiding under this suit."

With a dramatic flair, she reached behind her, pulling down the straps of her white one piece. The fabric fell away from her body, revealing her hairy pussy in all its glory. The room grew quiet as the women watched in a mix of shock and fascination. Sarah's hand remained over her mouth, her eyes wide with disbelief.

Matt's heart skipped a beat as he stared at his mother's exposed body, his eyes drawn to the dark, curly hair that surrounded her sex. Her sizable, D cups with giant areolas spilled out. She stood defiantly with her thick, dark, hairy, damp pussy on full display.

"Well?" she prompted, raising an eyebrow. "What are you waiting for?"

His cheeks burned with embarrassment as he tried to compose himself, his mind racing with conflicting thoughts. This wasn't right; this was his mother. Yet, there was something undeniably arousing about the power she wielded in that moment, about the way she so brazenly defied his authority.

"Mom, you can't do this," he said, his voice shaking. "You're--"

"I'm what?" Barbara interrupted, her voice challenging. "Your mother? Yes, I am. Go finish what you started sweetie. Shave your mother's pussy"

Matt felt a surge of anger and humiliation. He had never heard his mother talk like this, never seen her behave so brazenly. But the sight of her standing there, her breasts slightly sagging but still full and creamy, with large pink nipples pointing straight at him, was too much. He worked hard to ignore the heat that had pooled in his groin, the way his cock was begging for relief.

His heart hammering in his chest, Matt could feel the eyes of the other women on him, watching his every move. He didn't know what to make of it, but he knew he couldn't back down now.

As he knelt before Barbara, Sarah stepped forward. "Hold on a minute," she said, her voice firm. "This is ridiculous. Why should we have to shave just to conform to some outdated standard of beauty?"

The other women murmured in agreement, and soon they were all talking over each other, a cacophony of indignation.

"It is kind of sexist, Sarah exclaimed.

Amy nodded in agreement. "Men can walk around with their hairy chests and nobody bats an eye, but we can't have a little natural hair down there?"

Barbara smirked at him over her shoulder. "You know what?" she said. "If you're going to make me do this, then you can shave all of us." She turned to her friends. "Take it off, girls. Let's show him what real women look like."

The women looked at each other, and with a collective huff of defiance, they began to strip down. One by one, they revealed their own unshaved pussies, each as unique and beautiful as the woman it belonged to. Matt felt his cock stiffen in his shorts despite his best efforts to remain professional. They formed a semi-circle around him, each woman spreading her legs for his inspection.

"I can't beleive I'm saying this, but if you want us to shave," Sarah said, her eyes glinting with challenge, "you're going to have to do it yourself."

Matt looked from one to the next, his mind reeling.

"What the fuck is going on here!" he exclaimed, his voice cracking with frustration.

The women continued to strip, their laughter turning into a lecture on body positivity and the ridiculousness of societal norms. They paraded their unshaved vaginas before him, each one more beautiful and intimidating than the last.

"Look at us," Amy said, pointing to her own wild bush. "We're natural, we're beautiful. Why should we change a rule that's just there to make us feel bad?"

Matt's face flushed a deep red as felt the fabric of his life-guard board shorts stretching tightly against his growing arousal. He had hoped that his focus on the task would keep his body in check, but Barbara's closeness, the smell of her sunscreen, and the way her skin felt under his fingers was proving too much. Matt tried to shift his weight, hoping to hide his growing boner from the curious gazes of the women, but it was too late.

Amy's eyes widened, her mirthful expression morphing into one of shock. Sarah's eyes narrowed even further, her disapproval now tinged with something else--disgust, perhaps.

"Looks like our little lifeguard is enjoying the view," Amy chirped, trying to lighten the mood. Sarah gasped, her hand flying to cover her mouth.

Barbara, however, took it all in stride, turning to face Matt with a knowing smile. "Oh, honey," she said, her voice thick with teasing. "It's just a littke nudity."

Amy's pussy was a lush garden of blond hair, trimmed into a vague triangle that pointed down to the promised land. Her labia majora were plump and inviting, framing the entrance to her sex like the petals of an exotic bloom. The hair was coarse yet soft to the touch, a stark contrast to the smoothness of her inner thighs.

Sarah's pussy, on the other hand, was a bit more groomed, the black hairs standing out sharply against her pale skin, a clear statement of her desire to maintain control even in the most intimate areas of her life. Her pussy was hairy yet oddly contained, the folds of her labia somewhat visible beneath her generous thatch.

Priya's pussy was a wild tangle of silver and black, a testament to her embracing her mature beauty without the need for the pretense of youthful grooming. Her pussy was open, welcoming, with full, pouty lips that begged to be kissed. Each woman's body told a story of their individuality, their choices, and their confidence.

Matt felt his anxiety building, his chest tightening and his palms growing clammy. This was not the way he had imagined this day would go down--with his mother and her friends standing around watching him, naked and unshaved. He looked to his mom for help, and she stepped forward, her eyes filled with a calm understanding that seemed to cut through the chaos of his thoughts.

Barbara placed her hand on her son's shoulder and whispered in his ear, "Matt, it's okay. This is not just about shaving. It's about learning to appreciate the beauty in all of us, just as we are."

Her words echoed in his mind as he took a deep breath and looked up at the line of women before him. Each one was a unique tapestry of experience and sensuality, and the idea of exploring each one was both terrifying and exhilarating.

Barbara stepped closer to him, her own pubic hair brushing against his cheek as she whispered, "It's okay, honey. Just relax."

Matt took a deep breath and closed his eyes, trying to calm the dizzying storm of emotions that swirled inside him. He reached for the shaving cream and razor, his hand shaking slightly. He knew he had to do this--not just to uphold the rules, but to prove to himself that he could handle it. As he began to apply the cool, white foam to Barbara's mound, his mother's friends watched with a mix of fascination and amusement. The softness of her skin, the warmth of her body, and the smell of her arousal filled his nostrils, making his cock throb. Matt's hands moved with surprising deftness, the frothy shaving cream coating the landscape of Barbara's pubic mound. It was all so strange and intimate.

The women stared at this scene awestruck, the lingering silence broken only by Amy. "I can't believe you're about to shave your own mom's pussy because of some rule", she quipped, arms folded over her matronly jugs, hairy pussy on full display.

"Matt I'm disappointed in you," Sarah piped in, her own slightly sagging breasts shaking back and forth as she stood resolute, hands on her motherly hips, elbows out, like the disapproving highschool principal she was.

"Fine," Matt finally conceded. "You're right Ms Jenkins, we don't have to do this, you can all put your suits back on and head back to the pool"

"Uh, I'm not sure you're in any condition to walk out of this office", mused Amy, as she pointed at the giant lingering tent in Matt's red lifeguard shorts.

"I have to agree. Amy. Ladies, why don't you all step outside, I'm going to take care of this," said Barbara.

Matt felt a jolt of lightning shoot down his spine. Was this really happening? He could not believe his ears, or his eyes. His mom was standing there, stark naked, sagging mom boobs, hairy pussy and all, offering to give him the relief that deep down he knew he so desperately needed.

Barbara took his hand and led him towards the office shower. His cock now fully erect and straining against his shorts.

Matt's eyes widened, his throat dry as the desert. "A... a shared shower? Mom, what are you doing?" he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.

Barbara nodded, her smile broadening slightly. "Yeah, why not? It's nothing we haven't done before."

Matt's mind reeled. He had vague memories of showering with her when he was much younger, but those were from a time when the concept of nudity didn't hold the same weight as it did now. The thought of getting in the shower with his mom, especially in this state, made his skin crawl and his stomach twist into knots.

"Mom, I don't think that's a good idea," he managed to croak out.

Barbara leaned against the door frame, her hand resting casually on her hip. "Why not, Matt? It's perfectly natural. It'll be good for us to be more comfortable with each other's bodies."