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Topless, topless, topless, finally he'll be seeing his mother's tits. Naked, naked, finally he'll be seeing his mother naked. If he didn't have the good fortune of seeing her naked, at the very least, he'd see her in her bra and panty and topless tonight. Today is the day that he'd be seeing his mother topless and/or naked. Finally with his dreams and sexual fantasies come true, he'd know what his mother looks like without her clothes.
* * * * *
Joseph was sexually excited with the anticipation of seeing his mother in all manners of undress. Today was not only Nude Day but also today was his mother's 47th birthday. Hoping she'd go with him before she gets too old, maybe this is the year she'd finally agree to accompany him to a nude beach in the joint celebration of Nude Day and her birthday. Maybe this is the year that he'll finally see his mother topless and/or naked. Maybe this is the year that she'll not only want to see his cock but also touch his cock, stroke his cock, suck his cock, and fuck his cock.
He can only wish that all goes well. He can only hope that he sees his mother without her clothes. With Nude Day his specific day of sexual seduction, he can only try to seduce her again this year where he failed in seducing her in all of the previous attempts he's made over six years, since he turned 18-years-old.
Waiting for her to awaken, he had fallen back asleep for another ten minutes while having his favorite dream of his mother blowing him. He imagined she was a good cocksucker, the best cocksucker, and he couldn't wait for her to take him in her mouth. He couldn't wait to put a gentle hand to the back of his mother's pretty head and hump her mouth while fucking her face. Then, when he heard her toilet flush in her master bedroom, he got up out of bed and quickly got dressed.
Eager to wish her a happy birthday, he couldn't wait for her to see her birthday gift later today that he made for her and already installed in her bedroom. Even though he asked her not to peek, he just hoped she hadn't already peeked to see what her birthday gift from him was. He wanted her gift to be his special surprise, a surprise gift that many sons wished they had the balls to buy their mother. Her birthday gift was something they both could enjoy. His birthday gift to her was just as much for him as it was for her. No doubt, in hindsight, his birthday gift to her was more for him than it was for her.
As if he was a fan waiting for a celebrity to emerge from a backstage door, he waited for his mother to open her bedroom door. As if he was a Paparazzi photographer hoping to get the best candid shot of his mother in her sexy nightgown, with her his own personal celebrity, he couldn't wait until she emerged from her bedroom.
"Happy Birthday Mom," said Joseph, Beatrice's admiring and loving son, as soon as she emerged from her bedroom.
Seemingly, as if she was the queen of his life and she was, as if he was a loyal dog eager to see his mistress, he had been standing in front of her bedroom door waiting for her to emerge. As if she was his loving wife and he was her loving husband, albeit who slept in separate bedrooms, he was excited to wish her a happy birthday. As if she was his lover instead of his mother, especially with what she was wearing, he looked at her with love mixed with incestuous lust, horniness, and sexual frustration.
'Oh, my God,' he thought to himself when seeing what she was wearing. 'Perfect.' As if he was psychic and willed her to wear this, she's wearing what he had just dreamt she'd be wearing.
She was wearing her short, sheer, sexy, low cut, light blue, satin nightgown, the one he bought her for Christmas. Filled with as much guilt as he was filled with sexual incest, when he bought her this, he was so nervous. Much too revealing and not an appropriate gift for a son to buy his mother, he didn't think she'd like it. Too sexy, he didn't think she'd wear it in front of him. Too transparent, he figured she'd see right through his motives in the way he could see through her nightgown.
The sexiest nightgown she has, this is the nightgown that he can clearly see through the thin material the impressions of her big nipples and the outline of her shapely breasts. With only colored Cellophane exposing more of her hot body, this nightgown leaves little to his imagination. As if she enjoyed incestuously teasing him and sexually enticing him, he can't believe she wore this nightgown in front of him. Of all of her nightgowns that she wore, by far, this one was his favorite nightgown. With her wearing this nightgown the most, seemingly this was her favorite nightgown to wear in front of him too.
He wondered if it was her favorite nightgown because he chose it for her to wear or if it was her favorite nightgown because it was the sexiest and showed the most of her shapely body to his horny eyes. He wondered if she even knew just how much she was flashing him and just how much he was seeing of her of her fabulous body. He searched high and low to find this particular nightgown, the perfect, most revealing, and sexiest nightgown he could buy. One would think that a nightgown that had the least amount of material would be the cheapest but this nightgown was the most expensive, twice as much as the other thick, flannel nightgowns that flowed down past her knees. Knowing that her favorite color is blue, when she saw how low cut, how short, how sheer, how sexy, and how revealing this nightie was, he hoped she'd like his gift and certainly she did.
Only, he hoped beyond hope that she'd wear it in front of him instead of saving it to wear for someone special. He hoped that, if she did wear the nightgown in front of him, that she'd wear it without the modesty of wearing a robe over it. Certainly, in the way the nightgown is so sheer, she could certainly justify wearing a robe over it while in the presence of her son but he was glad that she didn't feel embarrassed wearing this without a robe. He's so happy that she wears this nightgown all of the time and more than any of her other nightgowns. He's so happy that she wears this nightgown without having the modesty to wear a robe over it.
Definitely, he needs to buy her another nightgown just like this one for Christmas but in another shade of blue or a lighter color that's even more transparent than this one. Called the Honeymoon Nightgown by the name on the tag, this is the nightgown that inspires him to masturbate himself the most while thinking of his mother naked and having sex with her. Of all the nightgowns that his mother owns, this is the nightgown that he'd love for her to wear if ever he was lucky enough to have sex with her. He loves feeling her beautiful body through her sexy nightgown whenever he holds her and hugs her.
Whenever she leans over him and hovers over him when wearing this nightgown without her having the modesty of wearing a robe, she gives him the best down nightgown views of the tops of her meaty breasts and her long, sexy line of cleavage. With him seeing so very much of her big breasts but for her areolas and nipples, he wondered if she was deliberately or inadvertently flashing him. Every time he sees a down nightgown view of his mother's tits, he wishes he could touch her tits, feel her tits, fondle her tits, and suck her tits.
Then, even when sitting like a lady with her knees cemented together, she gives him the most up nightgown peeks of her white, bikini panties when wearing this short nightgown and sitting across from him. He loves seeing his mother's panties as much as he loves seeing his mother's cleavage. Seemingly with her not even aware she's flashing him, he loves seeing her pussy mound, her camel toe, and her pussy slit. So very erotically revealing, this nightgown always leaves a triangular opening over the tops of her thighs that gives him a voyeuristic view and sexually exciting flash of her panty clad crotch. Then, when she gets more comfortable in her own home and parts her knees just a little, he can see even more of her panty clad pussy. Every time he sees his mother's panty clad pussy, he wishes he could remove her panties, finger her pussy, and lick her pussy before fucking her pussy.
Just as he couldn't count how many times he's seen the tops of her breasts and her cleavage, he couldn't count how many times he's seen the triangular patch of her white, bikini panties, the only style of panties she wears. Having routinely gone through her panty drawer to feel her panties and her laundry basket to sniff her panties, he intimately knows that she has bikini panties in every color of the rainbow but mostly in white and in every shade of blue. Only now, having graduated in his incestuous, sexual lust for his mother, he wanted to see more of her sexy body, so much more than just the tops of her meaty breasts, her long, sexy line of cleavage, and her white, bikini panties.
He wanted to see her topless. He wanted to see her naked. He wished to God that she'd finally say yes to going to a nude beach with him in celebration of her birthday on Nude Day. Not only would he love to see his mother naked but also he'd love for his mother to see him naked too. Taking her being nude in public a step further, he'd love for other men to see his mother naked. He'd love to see their reaction to seeing his mother's beautiful body, her long, shapely legs, her big tits, and her round, firm ass. He'd love for other men to envy him while sexually lusting over his mother.
With him in the mood to sit back and ogle his MILF of a mother, he had a self-assured feeling that today was the day that his mother would be giving him lots of masturbation fodder. With what he had in store for his mother later tonight, even if she refused to go to the nude beach with him today, he knew that today was the day that he'd finally be seeing so very much more of his mother's beautiful body. As long as she didn't uncover his plan to peep on her, finally, hopefully, today was the day he'd be seeing his mother in her bra and panty, topless, and perhaps, if he was lucky enough, even naked.
A long time coming, he's been waiting for this day for years. If she's not going to celebrate Nude Day by going to a nude beach with him, it was appropriate that his mother's unveiling would not only be on her birthday but also be on Nude Day and in the assumed privacy of her own bedroom. As if she was Erin Andrews walking around in her bra and panty, topless, and/or naked in her hotel room, he couldn't wait to see his mother walking around in her bra and panty, topless, and/or naked in her bedroom. With her thinking that she's alone in her bedroom, he hoped that she didn't realize what he was up to in his attempt to see her in her bra and panty, topless, and/or naked.
Imagining seeing his mother in her bra and panty, he couldn't wait to see her in her low, cut, sexy bra and her white or blue bikini panties. He couldn't wait to see his mother parading around her bedroom in her underwear. Imagining seeing his mother topless, he couldn't wait to see his mother's tits. With her breasts bouncing and swaying, he couldn't wait to watch her brushing her hair in front of her mirror while topless. Imagining seeing his mother naked, he couldn't wait to see his mother emerge from her shower to dry her naked body with a towel. He couldn't wait to watch her walk to her mirror and pose while looking at her luscious body from the front, the side, and the back.
While fantasizing that it was his fingers and his hands examining her breasts, he couldn't wait to watch her giving herself a breast exam. Maybe if he's lucky enough, she'll sexually touch herself while he's watching. Maybe if he's lucky enough, he'll catch her masturbating herself on her bed. Maybe if he's lucky enough, while wishing he had the courage to barge in her room without knocking to offer her his finger, his tongue, and his cock, he'll watch her giving herself an orgasm.
'Wow! Wouldn't that be something? I can't wait to see my mother without her clothes. I can't wait to watch my mother masturbate herself,' he thought to himself.
* * * * *
Joseph loved his mother albeit in a forbidden, sexual way and in the way that no son should ever love his mother. He walked over to her to give his mother a full body to pelvis hug. He loved hugging her, especially when she was wearing one of her skimpy, sexy, satin, low cut, short nightgowns, and especially when she was wearing this particular nightgown. Able to feel more of her beautiful body, he only wished he could feel even more of her beautiful body without the nightgown getting in the way of his horny hands and his exploring fingers. He wasn't ashamed to admit that he wished he could feel her through her nightgown while hugging her. He wasn't ashamed to admit that he wished he could hug her when she was naked and when he was naked too.
Always expecting her to reject him by pushing him away, their hugging and kissing, nothing more than a mother and son peck on the lips, had recently increased in frequency and in duration. Hoping that the frequency and duration of their kisses was a telling sign, he hoped his mother sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. With their kisses and hugs lasting a smidge longer, she seemed to enjoy his loving attention with him hugging her and kissing her. As much as he enjoyed hugging and kissing her, seemingly she enjoyed hugging and kissing him too.
Maybe nothing more than that, perhaps she was just as horny as he was. Something he enjoyed imagining, especially while masturbating himself, maybe, just maybe, she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. In the way he looked at her as if she was the only woman in the world, he loved how she looked at him as if he was the only man in the world. She made him wish that he wasn't her son. She made him wish that he was a man she met at work or in a bar. She made him wish that he was someone who wasn't prohibited from having sex with her and making love to her.
Returning himself from fantasy to reality, he loved it when his mother emerged from her bedroom when wearing one of her sexy nightgowns and without her having the modesty of wearing a bathrobe. Going where no son should go in his sexual thoughts and physical attraction, he only wished he could sleep in the same bed with her. Something he routinely dreamed about, he only wished he could kiss her, French kiss her, while feeling her through her nightgown. Something he routinely sexually fantasized about while masturbating himself, he only wished she'd kiss him, French kiss him, while feeling his cock through his pajama bottoms.
Something he always wondered, he wondered if she noticed the erections he always had whenever around her, especially when hugging her. When they were so prominently displayed especially when he turned sideways, as if he was trying to hide a big banana in his pajamas, in the way he always noticed her erect nipples that threatened to poke through her nightgown, how could she not notice his erections? He always had an erection from holding, her, hugging her, and kissing her. Hoping to tease her and to entice her with his erection to have sex with him, he loved poking her soft belly with his semi-erect cock.
Encouraged to salaciously rub his penis up against his mother whenever she stabbed his chest with her always present, erect nipples, especially whenever she wasn't wearing a bra, he wondered if she was teasing and enticing him too. He liked thinking that she was teasing him with her erect nipples in the way he teased her with his erect cock. A sexy game of holding her and hugging while kissing her that he enjoyed playing with his mother, he always wondered if she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her. Only, somehow, he knew she didn't want him in that inappropriate, incestuous, sexual way. Her love for him was much different than his sexual attraction to her.
With her unembarrassed and unashamed to parade around him nearly naked in her revealing nightgowns, he liked thinking that she was as much an exhibitionist as he was a voyeur. Yet, for her to flash him so very much of her nearly naked body, he couldn't help but wonder if she was sexually teasing him as much as he was trying to sexually entice and seduce her? With his mother otherwise so morally modest when out in public, maybe she doesn't realize she's showing as much as he's enjoying seeing when comfortably at home. Yet, whether her flashing him was deliberate, accidental, or inadvertent, flattered by her exhibitionism, he didn't know if she was sexually teasing him or not but he liked thinking that she was.
Did she know that he could see as much of her fabulous body as he was seeing? Did she know that he masturbated over all that she showed him and all that he saw of her? For sure, if only she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her, it would be so very much easier for him to sexually seduce her if she was deliberately flashing him. He liked thinking that she did know that she was incestuously teasing him and sexually enticing him. He like thinking that she was deliberately flashing him. He liked thinking that she was just as horny as he was. So incestuously, sexually, and perversely perverted in his thoughts when it came to his mother, he liked thinking that she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her.
When he held her and hugged her, the top of her nightgown always opened a bit more to give him a sexy, down nightgown view of the tops of her breasts and her sexy cleavage. He couldn't help but to look, stare, and ogle what he could see of her nearly naked breasts. He couldn't help but wonder if she practiced that move that exposed more of her breasts while looking at herself in a mirror. Or maybe his mother didn't know she was so flashing him the tops of her tits. Perhaps not realizing that her son is perversely perverted in his incestuous, sexual attraction to her, maybe his mother was just comfortable with him and didn't feel the need to be so modest when with him, her own son.
With the bright kitchen light illuminating her as if she was a stripper on stage, he could see through her nightgown as if she was naked. He was always able to see so much more of her whenever she worked in the kitchen or sat in the living room in just her sexy nightgown. He loved her giving him down nightgowns peeks when he stood over her as much as he enjoyed seeing up nightgowns views when sitting across from her. Whatever he saw of her was more masturbation fodder for him when imagining what she'd look like topless and/or naked.
Only, nothing more than just a futile, desperate peek, he never saw much more than the tops of her meaty breasts, her cleavage, and peeks of her white panties. Hopefully tonight is the night that should change all of that. Hopefully tonight is the night that he'll be seeing his mother in the way that he's never seen her before. Hopefully tonight is the night that he'll be seeing her without her having the modesty wearing her clothes.
* * * * *
"You remembered my birthday. Oh, how nice? Thank you for remembering my birthday, Joey," she said beaming him a loving smile.
He returned her smile with his while imagining celebrating her birthday on a nude beach naked for Nude Day.
"I'll never forget your birthday Mom," he said hugging his mother again while imagining her naked, something he always did whether hugging her or not.
She gave him a sad look.
"With me getting older, I sometimes wish you'd forget my birthday," she said with a laugh. "Wouldn't it be lovely if I could stay the same age, if only in my mind? Unfortunately, birthdays have a way of sabotaging those thoughts."
She paused to look at him, perhaps to see his reaction to her words.
"I think it would be boring to stay the same age Mother," he said.
