Mirror, Mirror on the Wall Ch. 02

Rubbing her clit while fingering her pussy, he'd love nothing more than to stake his claim to his mother's body and his mother's pussy by first licking her with his tongue before impaling her with his cock. He'd love nothing more than to see, hear, and watch his mother cum. He'd love nothing more than to cum in his mother's mouth and in his mother's pussy. While imagining his stiff prick being deep inside of her, he'd love nothing more than to make her his lover and his woman instead of just his mother.

"I'll never forget your birthday, Mom, because your birthday is the same day as my favorite holiday, Nude Day, July 14th," he said teasing her with a dirty laugh while imagining her naked and celebrating Nude Day and her birthday with him on a nude beach.

Obviously knowing what he was going to say next, the same thing he says every year, as if asking her to stay up late to watch more television when he was a kid, she made a disapproving face. In the judgmental way she looked at him, he felt guilty. He suddenly felt ashamed. He felt perversely perverted and demonically evil for wanting to have sex with his mother.

What's wrong with him? Why is he so sexually attracted to his mother? What happened in his childhood to make him want a woman who's so unattainable? He'd have an easier time bedding a rich celebrity than he would of ever hoping his mother will strip naked and give him incestuous sex. His mother will never be sexually interested in him. Even if he sees his mother naked, as he hoped he would tonight, she'd never willingly have sex with him.

Of all people to celebrate Nude Day with, he suddenly felt embarrassed that he wanted to celebrate Nude Day naked with his naked mother. He wondered how many sons wanted to see their mothers topless and/or naked. He wondered how many sons wanted their mother to see them naked. He wondered how many sons wanted to have sex with their mothers. Then, he wondered how many sons had a mother as sexy, as shapely, and as beautiful as his mother. Certainly, if they had a mother who looked like his mother, they'd want to have sex with her too.

Even though his mother looked like Isabella in the Sopranos played by Maria Grazia Cucinotta, what's wrong with him to have sexual feelings for his mother? Why is he so sexually attracted to her? Obviously, she's beautiful and sexy but she's his mother and he's her son. Knowing what her answer will be without even having to ask the question, he needs to stop trying to seduce his mother by trying to get her to celebrate Nude Day with him at a nude beach.

Yet, inherently he knew the first step to having sex with her would be for her to willingly remove her clothes in public or in a remote section of the nude beach on Nude Day. Then, taking it from there, a grope, a feel, and/or a kiss, whatever happens, happens? Barring her agreeing to go with him to a Nude Beach, he'll be seeing her in all manners of undress tonight. Tonight is the night. Tonight is the night he'll be seeing her in her bra and panty, topless, and/or naked. Hopefully, tonight is the night he'll be seeing her tits, her ass, and her pussy.

"Yeah, well, funny man, just because my birthday falls on Nude Day, doesn't mean I'll be stripping off my clothes in celebration of that stupid holiday any time soon," she said laughing. "I'll never get naked in front of you. My naked body is something that a son should never see of his mother. Nudity between a mother and son is just nasty. It's just wrong. It's forbidden," she said making a sour face while nodding her head.

Dashing his hope of her attending a nude beach with him, he didn't believe she'd ever have sex with him. His sexual excitement and horniness turned to sexual frustration and disappointment.

"It's just a naked body Mom," he said.

She looked at him as if he was insane.

"Maybe if I weren't your mother and you weren't my son, my naked body would be just another naked body but you seeing my naked body is incestuous. It's incestuous," she said giving him a hard stare. "Matter of fact, I need to get dressed," she said suddenly looking embarrassed that she was showing him so much of her sexy body through her revealing, barely there nightgown.

Suddenly seeming a little bit uncomfortable with him holding her so close and so tight, she extricated herself from his hug and from his arms. As if a dog tracking a scent, he followed her to her bedroom while staring at her tight, shapely ass that wiggled when she walked. Hoping beyond hope, he hoped she'd leave her bedroom door open while changing. Hoping beyond hope that she'd remove her nightgown, show him her naked body, her tits, her ass, and her pussy while putting on her underwear in front of him, something like that only happened in his sexual fantasies. Instead of leaving her bedroom door open, she closed the door and he stood by her bedroom door listening to her undressing and dressing while imagining what she looked like topless and naked. Daring himself to do so but not taking himself up on the challenge, it took all the self-control he had not to burst open her door and barge in her bedroom.

Hearing her same diatribe of disapproving lament every year as to why she couldn't go with him to a nude beach to celebrate Nude Day and her birthday in her birthday suit, he hoped that this year was the year that she'd joyously relent and go to a nude beach with him. Topless, topless, topless, he'd love nothing more than to see his mother topless and to see his mother's big tits. Naked, naked, naked, he'd love nothing more than to see his mother naked and to see her tits, ass, and pussy. At least tonight, with the birthday gift he bought her, he was assured of seeing her in her panty and bra, topless, and maybe even naked.

With her not wanting to go to a nude beach with him, he rolled his eyes and sighed his Nude Day, celebratory disappointment and sexual frustration. Unfortunately the only way he'll ever see his mother naked is in his dreams and sexual fantasies. Only, now, hoping that his birthday gift would work, he had a glimmer of hope of seeing his mother in her bra and panties, topless, and maybe even naked soon. The only fly in the ointment would be if she knew he was watching her undressing and torpedoed his plan and asked him to remove his birthday gift.

Still, not giving up hope in persuading her to go with him to a nude beach, he tried reasoning with her through her closed, bedroom door. He tried changing her mind by using all of the things he's said in previous years when trying to convince her to go with him to a nude beach on Nude Day. Only just as it hasn't worked in previous years, he knew his empty and meritless argument wouldn't work this year either, which is why he bought her the birthday gift that he chose to buy her. Nonetheless, never giving up hope in the sexual seduction of his sexy mother, he persevered in his argument.

"Seriously mother, what's the big deal? It's just a body. We all have the same parts," he said seemingly trying to convince her through her closed bedroom door that it wasn't a big deal for them to see one another naked, something he tried doing and failed to do every year.

Hoping she'd surprise him and emerge from her bedroom wearing her birthday suit in readiness to celebrate Nude Day at the nude beach with him, she emerged from her bedroom wearing a short skirt and blouse to smile her impatience at him.

'Damn. She's fully dressed,' he thought to himself.

Instead of staying in her nightgown, she was completely dressed. Instead of emerging from her bedroom naked in celebration of Nude Day, she was wearing clothes.

"It's a big deal to me to have you see me naked just as it should be a big deal to you for me to see me naked," she said. "Besides," she said with a laugh while giving him a hug. "I can already see that it's a big deal to you in wanting to see me naked," she said looking down at his semi-erect cock that bulged out the front of his jeans. An involuntary reaction, he covered his bulging cock with his hand.

He didn't have the words or the cool, calm, confident sophistication of a worldly man to convince her to strip off her clothes in celebration of Nude Day. If only he was a European Don Juan, perhaps he'd know how to undress his mother with his eyes and by just giving her a sexy look. Only, he was no Don Juan. He was her sexually attracted son and she was his sexy and beautiful mother.

Seemingly there was no way in Hell that he was ever going to see his mother naked, which is why he bought her the birthday gift that he bought her. A desperate, last ditch effort, he hoped that his birthday gift would do the trick in allowing him to see ever sexy, sexual part of his mother's underwear clad, topless, and/or naked body. He just hope that she'd mindlessly undress and not look too close at his birthday gift. Just as he didn't want to ruin her birthday surprise by telling her what her birthday gift is, he didn't want her to ruin his Nude Day surprise by deciding not to undress.

"European women routinely go to the beach topless and/or to a nude beach naked with their sons," he said giving her the same desperate plea that he gave her every year, along with the same incestuously lustful look that he gave her every day. "Just as nudity between a brother and sister and a father and daughter isn't an issue to a European family, nudity between a mother and son is no big deal either. Just because a mother is naked with her naked son doesn't mean that they're going to have incestuous sex," he said making a sour face before giving her a smile.

She looked at him and rolled her eyes.

"Get it through your head for once and for all that I'm not getting naked in front of you, Joey," she said with a smug laugh. "What kind of mother would I be to walk around a nude beach in front of her son naked?"

Steadfast in his perseverance, he looked at her and smiled.

"You'd be a modern mother. You'd be a trendsetter. You'd be a sophisticated, European mother who's not ashamed of her naked body and who's not shackled by being embarrassed over nudity," he said with a dirty laugh.

She shot him a smirk.

"You're full of crap Joey. You just want to see me naked," she said with a laugh.

Every time his mother said the word naked, he couldn't help but think of her in her bra and panty, topless, and/or naked. Tonight is the night that, hopefully, he'll wonder no more what she looks like in her bra and panty, topless, and/or naked. Tonight is the night.

"In the way that the Europeans are, we need to be more carefree about sex and nudity," he said still trying to convince his mother to go to a nude beach with him and to strip off her clothes. "In a freeing sort of way, especially when at the beach, we should all go around naked," he said thinking of his mother laying naked in the hot sand and wading in the warm water up to the bottom of her naked breasts.

She walked up to him again to press her bra clad breasts against her son's muscular chest. As if trying to hug some sense in him, she hugged her son tighter and longer than usual. Not making him feel as perverted or that his secret, love affair was all one-sided, instead with her making him feel special, he loved it when his mother hugged him just as hard and just as long as he hugged her.

The scent of her Shalimar perfume was intoxicating. The feel of her soft, black hair teasing his cheek made him think of her fingertips teasing his pubic hair. If judging the feel of her soft but firm body by hugging her while feeling her waist, her back, and her shoulders, he could only imagine how the rest of her body must feel. He'd love nothing more than to feel her shapely ass through her short skirt and panty before feeling her big breasts through her blouse while fingering her nipples through her bra.

"Rest assured Joey. Forget about seeing me naked, you'll never see me topless or even in my panty and bra," she said with a naughty laugh.

As soon as she uttered the word naked, he couldn't help but think of his mother naked. He could only imagine what his mother looked like naked. He could only imagined what his mother must feel like naked. Naked, naked, naked, he'd give anything to hold his mother's naked body in his arms. Naked, naked, naked, he'd give anything for his mother to hold his naked body in her arms.

As soon as she uttered the words panty and bra, he imagined watching his mother parade around her bedroom in her low cut, white bra and white, bikini panty. If only she'd say yes to attend a nude beach with him in celebration of Nude Day and her birthday, he'd be the happiest son in the world. If only she knew that later tonight, he'll be seeing her in her bra and panty, topless, and maybe even naked anyway, perhaps she'd change her mind about going to a nude beach with him. Believing that she did in the way she walks around him in her sexy, sheer, and revealing nightgowns, he only wished that she sexually wanted him as much as he sexually wanted her.

To be continued...

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