Sleeping with My Mother

Something that I never imagined she'd ask me to do, as shocking as it was sexually exciting, my 46-year-old mother, Laura, wanted me, her 24-year-old son, Roger, to take her to a nude beach.

'What? Seriously? My mother wanted me to take her to a nude beach,' I thought while stunned by her request.

When I offered to sleep with my mother in her bed to hold her, hug her, spoon her, and comfort her, it was a stretch of my overactive, sexual imagination to imagine that I'd ever see my mother naked. Then, surprising me, she wore a sexy, short, sheer, and low-cut nightgown to bed instead of sweatpants and a sweatshirt. I couldn't believe that I could nearly see my mother's entire naked body.

Then, from out of the clear blue, I couldn't believe it when she asked me to take her to a nude beach. My mother wanted to go to a nude beach with me. I'd be spending the better part of a day seeing my mother naked, and she'd be spending the better part of a day with seeing me naked, too.

"A nude beach?" I looked at her stunned. I couldn't believe she wanted me to take her to a nude beach. "Are you sure, Mom?"

As if she had ulterior motives and was planning something salaciously sexy, she gave me a sexy grin.

"Yes, I'm sure," she said showing me a look of sexual arousal as if she had ulterior motives. No doubt, if I took my mother to a nude beach, we'd be having sex. "I've been thinking about you taking me to a nude beach since your father walked out on me to be with that whore."

Feeling more than awkward going to a nude beach with my mother, I made a face of embarrassment. I couldn't believe my mother wanted to go to a nude beach with me. As much as I wanted to spend time with my naked mother, shocking me, I was uncomfortable with her request.

"I'm not sure if you know what a nude beach is, mother, but it's a beach where no one wears any clothes," I said with a sexually excited gulp. "Everyone on the beach and in the water are naked. I'll be seeing you naked and you'll be seeing me naked, too," I said making me hot and horny just thinking of seeing my mother naked and her seeing me naked, too. Just uttering the word naked in my mother's presence made me to strip myself naked and expose my naked cock to my mother.

She laughed and gave me a sexy smile and a naughty look.

"I know what a nude beach is, Roger," she said. Then, she said something that equally shocked me as her asking me to take her to a nude beach. "I want you to see me naked," she said giving me that sexy look again. Then, she looked at me as if she was undressing me with her eyes. "With your father the only man that I ever saw naked, I want to see you naked, too."

Doing a complete turnaround from prude to incestuous whore, my mother wanted me to see her naked. She wanted to see me naked, too. Something I never imagined happening when my father packed his things and left, I couldn't believe my mother wanted me to see her naked and wanted to see me naked, too. Something that I never imagined happening when I volunteered to sleep with my mother in her bed, I couldn't believe that not only was I going to see my mother naked but also, she was going to see me naked, too.

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This is a true story of what happened between a mother and her son 25-years-ago. Roger was 24-years-old and his mother, Laura, was 46-year-old. Shocking him and sexually exciting him, if it wasn't enough that she asked him to sleep with her in her bed, she asked him to take her to a nude beach. Now, with him 49-years-old and him married with children, his mother is 71-years-old. A lifetime, sexual commitment, whenever the mood struck, mother and son still occasionally had sex.

He makes out with her while stripping her naked and touching her and feeling her everywhere that a son should never touch and feel his mother. He fingers her pussy while licking her pussy and she strokes him while sucking him. Then, she mounts him and they make slow, sweet, passionate love until their love making turned to fucking. He fucked his mother and she fucked him.

Roger has been fucking his mother for 25-years since his father left her for a young whore half his age. If Roger's wife knew that he had been having sex with his mother for two and a half decades, she'd divorce him. Not that would matter to his wife, sex between the two was more loving than it was incestuously sexual. An unusual incestuous, love story, he loved his mother and she loved her son.

"I love you, Mommy," said Roger passionately kissing his mother.

"I love you, Roger," said Laura Passionately kissing her son.

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Sleeping with my Mother, Chapter 2

Revised, Rewritten, and Continued from Chapter 1

"It's about time that I did something fun," said Laura with enthusiasm. "I'm tired of being the mature adult. I'm tired of having to control my sexual urges. I'm tired of men having all the sexual fun," she said. "It's not fair," she said stomping her foot. "It's not fair being a woman in a man's world."

She looked at me if I wasn't one of the men that she referred to as having all the sexual fun when I surely wasn't. I was nothing like my father sleeping with a woman more than half his age. Instead, shocking me, she looked at me as if I was there for her sexual pleasure. Undressing me with her eyes, making me feel uncomfortable and embarrassing me, she said something that I never expected to hear from his mother's lips.

"Let's get naked, shall we?"

'What? My mother wanted us to get naked. With me in her bedroom and lying on her bed, there to comfort her so that she'd finally get some sleep, changing the sexual dynamics from loving to forbidden, my mother wanted to get naked. Shocking me and catching me by surprise, when I showed my uncomfortableness for her enthusiasm to get naked in front of me, my mother looked at me and asked.'

"What's wrong? Don't you want to go to a nude beach with your mother? Don't you want to see your mother naked," she asked with a dirty laugh while looking up at me with sexual arousal? "Are you embarrassed for me to see you without your clothes?"

Unable to answer her, I imagined her without her clothes. I remembered now what this was all about. She wanted me to take her to a nude beach. Thinking that she'd have some arbitrary date in mind, one day next summer perhaps, she wanted to go tomorrow, which was now today.

I forgot that I agreed to take my mother to a nude beach today. How could I forget such a thing? Yet, I really didn't believe that she'd really go through with it and want me to take her to a nude beach. I didn't think that she wanted me to see her naked and wanted me to see her naked.

"Don't you want me to see you naked," she asked again while sliding a slow tongue across her full lips? "C'mon, it will be fun," she said with a yet another dirty laugh. "Let's do something daring. Let's be sexually adventurous. I dare you to get naked with me. I double dare you to take me to a nude beach."

She looked at me in the way that my father must have looked at her when he asked her to go with him to a nude beach multiple times and she refused to go with him to a nude beach multiple times. Now, after my father left her for a woman more than half his age, seeing the error of her ways, no longer wanting to be deemed a sexual prude, she wanted to have some sexy, naked fun. She wanted to try new, and adventurous, sexual things with the new man in her life, and that new man was me, her son.

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Not normal behavior, my mother, Laura, clarified her willingness to get naked in front of me. The first-time showing me her naked ass, her naked tits, and her naked pussy, she wanted me to realize that her nudity wasn't spiteful or vindictive to get back at my father but was willingly consensual. She wanted to get naked and she wanted me to get naked with her, too.

She wanted me to realize that her nudity was part of her embracing her new sexual lifestyle, a sexual lifestyle without embarrassment and shame. She wanted me to know that her new lifestyle not only included nudity but also sex. Whether I wanted to go along with her or not, either way, she was ready to go on her sexual journey without me and cross into whoredom alone. Fearing for her wellbeing, I couldn't allow her to go without me by her side protecting her.

Afraid for my mother's safety, I couldn't allow her to go on her sexual journey alone. Fearing that she'd be attacked, drugged, raped, kidnapped, and/or turned into a sexual slave, I needed to be by her side to protect her. Besides, if she was going to have sex with anyone, she was going to have sex with me, her admiring son. After all of this sexual teasing and erotic foreplay, enough of the sexual teasing, it was about time that we had sex, incestuous sex.

"Well, after your father left, and I was so depressed, you told me that you'd do anything, anything to ease me through my sadness, my suffering sorrow, my constant pain, and to help me to get some sleep," she said

Calling me on my promise to sleep with her but I never promised that I'd have sex with her.

"Do you remember saying that? Besides, you confessed that you've already seen my naked ass, my naked tits, and my naked pussy," she said with a dirty laugh and an unembarrassed shrug while staring at me.

Seemingly afraid that I wouldn't accompany her to a nude beach, when I was eager to go, she continued trying to convince me to take her to a nude beach.

"Since, you've already seen all of my naked body, what's the big deal about seeing me naked again now," she asked while giving me another naughty look?

Studying me, she fell silent as if she was thinking. If it wasn't enough that I agreed to sleep with her in her bed to hold her, hug her, cuddle her, and spoon her, stuck between rock and a hard place, my mother wanted me to take her to a nude beach. She wanted me to see her without her clothes. She wanted to see me naked. No doubt, not stopping with just nudity, she wanted to have sex with me in front of a small gathering of horny and sexually perverted men on the beach.

Embarrassed yet, sexually excited for everyone to see my mother naked, I couldn't imagine walking along a nude beach with my naked mother. I couldn't imagine finding some private place to have sex without a crowd of men watching us. I couldn't imagine having incestuous sex with my mother, especially under the watchful eye of a small gathering of men standing around us while watching us having sex and masturbating themselves.

I couldn't imagine touching her and feeling her while making out with her. I couldn't imagine her touching me and feeling me while making out with me. She was my mother and not some whore. Yet, never have I been as sexually excited as I was now.

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"I'll tell you what, before we go through the trouble of going to a nude beach, let's get his naked business out of the way right now, shall we?"

Then, never expecting her to say what she said next, she sexually shocked me.

"Since I've already shown you my naked body, my naked ass, my naked pussy, and my naked tits, show me your cock, Roger," she said with a look of sexual arousal. "I want to see your naked prick," she said. "Show Mommy your naked penis, Roger," she said with a dirty laugh. "Come on. Don't be shy. I want to see my baby's prick."

Feeling pressured to show my mother my naked prick, calling my bluff, and expecting me to expose myself to her, I looked at her horrified. I couldn't believe my mother wanted me to expose myself to her. I couldn't believe she asked to see and wanted to see what she shouldn't see of me, my naked cock. It was one thing to see my mother naked but it was something else for her to want to see me naked, too.

"I can't," I said shaking my head.

'It doesn't work that way,' I thought to myself. 'I just can't strip myself naked in front of my mother. I needed to be in the mood. I needed to be sexually excited. I needed to be horny enough to want to expose myself to my mother.

She made a face.

"You can't show me your prick or you won't show me your prick?"

She looked at me with disappointment that I refused to show her my naked prick. She looked at me as if she really wanted to see my naked cock. She looked at me in the way that I looked at her when hoping to see her naked ass, her naked tits, and/or her naked pussy. Something I thought that I'd never feel, my mother was embarrassing me while sexually exciting me at the same time.

"Why not?"

I could feel myself turning red again. Actually, and oddly enough, an immediate response, as soon as she asked to see my naked prick, I was in the mood to show her my naked cock. I wanted to expose myself to my mother. Sexually convoluted, as soon as she asked to see my naked cock, something that I've never had before from being sexually excited over my mother, I had an erection.

I wanted my mother to take my erect cock in her soft, warm hand and stroke me. I wanted her to take me in her warm mouth and suck me. I wanted her to take me in her wet pussy and fuck me.

"I have an erection," I said embarrassed and feeling like a pervert for suddenly being sexually attracted to my mother.

'How dare I be sexually attracted to her? What's wrong with me to be sexually attracted to my mother. Regardless that she asked to see my naked cock, how dare I want to expose my naked prick to my mother and show her my naked prick? What's wrong with me to want to expose my naked prick to her?

This is my mother and not some whore. I'm her son and not some player. It's one thing to sleep in the same bed with her to comfort her so that she'd finally get some sleep but it's another thing to see one another naked. We can't have sex, we just can't.

My mother stunned me and shocked me when she wanted to see my naked cock. I couldn't believe that she wanted to see my naked prick. I felt myself turning a bright, red again. My pulse raced and my heart beat faster over the anticipation of showing my mother what she had lovingly and longingly asked to see. With my father gone and never returning, as strange as it was sexually exciting, clearly, she looked to me to take his place.

She laughed. Her laugh got my attention how ridiculous I was being in not showing her my naked prick. Suddenly, as if our roles were reversed, I was the modest one. I was the sexual prude. Just as she had disappointed my father when refusing to give him sex, I was disappointing my mother by not agreeing to show her my naked prick and possibly give her sex.

"That's even more reason why I'd want to see your naked prick," she said laughing. "Show me. Show me your cock, Roger," she said. "I want to see my son's erection. I haven't seen a nicked penis since your father left me for that whore."

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Now, with our roles reversed, as if I was the morally modest one, the sexual prude, and my mother was the pervert, I couldn't believe she asked to see my naked, erect prick. My mother wanted to see my naked cock. I couldn't believe it. I was as embarrassed as I was sexually excited to accommodate her and show her what she asked to see. Only, I was uncomfortable starting something that I may not be able to finish.

I feared what would happen next if I accommodated her by showing her my naked prick. Would she reach out and touch me? Would she fondle my prick while stroking me? Would she move to her knees, take me in her mouth, and stroke me while sucking me? Would she spread her shapely legs and make love to me before fucking me? Would my loving mother dare to have forbidden sex with me, her loving son?

Never have I ever thought about exposing myself to my mother. Never have I ever thought about deliberately showing her my naked prick. This is my mother and not my father's whore. How can I show her what she shouldn't see of me? Then, overwhelmed with horniness and sexual excitement, a complete, sexual turnaround, after she asked to see my naked prick, I was eager to show my mother my naked prick. Now, I wanted her to see my naked, erect cock.

"I'll tell you what," she said determined to see my naked dick. "If it will make you feel more comfortable with your nudity, I'll get naked if you get naked," she said flinging back the covers of her king-sized bed. "I'll show you my naked body if you show me your naked body," she said with a sexy laugh.

I couldn't believe my mother was about to get naked in front of me to encourage me to get naked in front of her, too. I watched her as she sat up in bed, reached down for the hem of her nightgown and, without a second thought, she lifted her nightgown up and over her head. Just like that, before I could say my mother is naked, my mother was naked.

Never expecting her to get naked when I agreed to sleep with her in her bed, I couldn't believe my eyes that my mother was naked. Hard for me to wrap my head around, my MILF of a mother was naked. The first time seeing her naked body up close, I couldn't believe that I was seeing my mother naked.

It's one thing to see a naked woman but it's something else entirely to see one's own mother naked. I never thought that innocently sleeping in my mother's bed to give her comfort and allow her to get a good night's sleep, would lead to her stripping herself naked in front of me. A reluctant pawn, I was only here to help her get some sleep. Clearly, it seemed that sleep wasn't want my mother wanted. She wanted was sex. She wanted me to fuck her.

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With my eyes bugging out of my head, I stared at her beautiful naked breasts as if I had never seen naked breasts before. Yet, these naked breasts weren't just anyone's naked breasts. These were my mother's naked breasts. As shocked as I was sexually excited to see her big, shapely, natural breasts, I couldn't believe that I was seeing my mother's naked tits. I'll be masturbating over seeing my mother's naked breasts for the rest of my life.

'I can't believe I'm seeing my mother's tits,' I thought. 'I can't believe she's freely, willing, voluntarily, and consensually showing me her naked tits. Abandoning all of her sexual phobias, going from prude to slut, it's like she's turned into an incestuous whore overnight.'

Her breasts were so full and so shapely. For a mature woman, they hardly sagged at all. She had the breasts of a 36-year-old woman instead of a 46-year-old woman. Difficult to control myself from touching her big tits, I wanted to touch them. I wanted to feel them. I wanted to fondle them. I wanted to have my wicked, sexual way with my mother's big, naked tits while having incestuous sex with her.

I stared at her pink, erect nipples. As soon as I saw her naked, erect nipples, my mouth moved in the way of a goldfish looking for food. They were so big. I wanted to finger them. I wanted to pull them, turn them, and twist them. I wanted to suck them. As if I was her baby boy again suckling at her breasts, I wanted to suck my mother's nipples.

Something that I couldn't believe that I was seeing, I stared at her brown, trimmed, naked pussy. I wanted to finger her pussy while rubbing her clit. I wanted to finger fuck her pussy while masturbating her. I wanted to lick her pussy and give her multiple, sexual orgasms with my fingers and my tongue.

Not stopping there, I wanted to make slow and sweet, passionate love to my mother. I wanted to fuck her hard and fast enough to give her a sexual orgasm with my cock. For the first time in my life, never wanting to have sex with her before, I wanted to fuck my mother. I couldn't believe that I had capitulated to my mother's sexual desire. I couldn't believe that I wanted to have passionate sex with my mother.

I stared at all that I could see of the sides of her naked ass. After having already seen my mother's shapely, naked ass, she had a beautiful and perfectly formed ass. She had a better ass and a better body than all of my friends' mothers. Suddenly, making them all jealous and sexually wanting her, I wished that all of my friends could see my mother naked. Otherwise, they'd never believe that I not only saw her naked but also that I had sex with her, too.