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 Title: Confessions of a Loving Mother


Summary: Becoming mom's therapist has sexual benefits


Keywords:inc,fic,erotic,hot,sex







   It was a typical weekend morning, and since my mother didn't have an
upcoming trial, she was probably cooking something new.  Cooking was her
favorite thing to do when she wasn't busy with the law firm.  When I went
to the kitchen for breakfast, there she was, in an apron near the stove. 

   "Right on time," she smiled, pleased that everything was on schedule. 

   The food was prepared and we sat down to eat together.  She asked me
about college and all the usual things.  It seemed like she was in a great
mood this morning.  Then she switched gears completely.  Suddenly she was
serious when she reached for something on the end of the table.

   She slid a pamphlet across to me.  "I'll be attending Dr.  Rossii's
two-day seminar in a few months from now.  Have you ever heard of him?" 

   It looked like another therapy related thing that my mother has been
involved with these past few years. 

   "Yeah, I think so," I replied, briefly looking through the pamphlet. 
"He's been on cable news a bunch of times, right?"

   "That's him.  My therapist recommended him to me.  They're close
friends. I'm also scheduled to have a few private meetings with Dr.  Rossii
since he'll be in town for a week."

   "Yeah, and I'm guessing those private meetings aren't free either."

   "The price is listed on the back," she said.

   I looked at the back of the pamphlet and I couldn't believe it.  "Jeez,
mom, you're paying all that for a seminar?"

   "Well, I'll be paying more since I'll have private meetings with him. 
It's worth every penny."

   "How do you know?" I asked.

   "You can't have a stellar reputation like Dr.  Rossii has unless there's
substance and legitimacy behind it.  My therapist recommended him for good
reason."

   "Yeah, and if this seminar is a scam, you could always sue him," I
joked.

   "That wasn't very funny."

   "I couldn't resist.  But seriously, this much therapy?" 

   "You wouldn't understand," she replied. 

   "How do you know?"

   "You just wouldn't," she replied with a little more authority.

   "I think I'm old enough.  I mean, if you need someone to talk to,
besides a therapist or a famous doctor, then I'll gladly listen. 
Seriously, I don't mind."

   My mother gave me a kind-hearted smile.  "You're so sweet.  You really
are.  It's touching to hear you say that."

   "What else do you expect?" I smiled back, like it was no big deal.  "I
guess I'm a nice guy."

   "Of course you are," she replied, half sarcastically.

   ***

   Months later.  It was late at night on a Saturday.  I was sitting in the
living room watching tv, when I heard my mother park in the driveway.  She
had just returned from a private meeting with Dr.  Rossii.  When she opened
the door, there was a tense look on her face.  As always, she was
professionally dressed.

   "So how did it go?" I asked, unsure of what to expect since she looked
so serious.

   She put her shoes away.  "I won't be seeing him anymore in the future.
Don't ask about him anymore."

   Of all the possible things she could have said, I wasn't expecting to
hear that. 

   "Really?  Why?"

   "Long story," she replied.  "I don't want to talk about it."

   "Oh, okay."

   She looked like she was about to head upstairs to her bedroom, but
instead she just stood there and lingered around the living room.  It was
like she was debating with herself whether to tell me or not.  Finally, she
did.

   "He asked if I wanted to go back to his room," she reluctantly stated.
"When I asked why, he insisted that it was for a deeper discussion.  When I
declined, he told me to close my eyes, then he tried kissing me and
squeezing my breasts." 

   I was taken aback by my mother's explicit story.  "What did you do
after?"

   "What do you think?  I pushed him away and left.  I made sure to call
him a 'creep' and a 'sleaze' and an 'asshole' before I got the hell out of
there."

   "That's messed up.  Too bad you didn't kick him in the balls."

   She hesitantly nodded.  "I should have.  He breached the trust.  As a
doctor, he should know where the boundaries are, just like I do with my
clients."

   "I shouldn't be saying this, but you're - you know - pretty attractive.
He probably couldn't help himself."

   "Are you justifying his actions?" she asked, shooting me a death glare.

   Immediately, I had to back off. 

   "What?  No way."

   "It's really unfortunate," she said sadly.  "He's a great guy.  And I
can't see my regular therapist either."

   "How come?  Was here there too?"

   "No, but they're close friends.  It would be extremely awkward meeting
with my therapist again after everything that's happened with Dr.  Rossii."

   "What's so important about seeing a therapist anyway?" I asked. 

   "Talking is therapeutic.  It's nice having someone who's paid to listen
to my ramblings.  Gosh, I wish Dr.  Rossii wasn't such a creep.  He was the
best listener I've ever met, and he's extremely smart too."

   "Is that all you need?  Someone who listens to you?"

   "It's what most women need."

   "I can be your listener," I offered.  "For a small fee, of course."

   "Seriously?"

   "For the right price.  I can listen and give you comments.  It'll be
like a part-time job for me.  You'll save a ton of money too."

   I was mostly joking, but kind of serious.  That's the kind of joke we'd
often make with each other, that either of us could be the cheap version of
whatever is available in the marketplace. 

   She sharpened her eyes.  "I appreciate the gesture.  I really do.  But
it might not be very appropriate given the subject matter."

   That caught my attention.  The fact that she had anything inappropriate
to say seemed surprising. 

   "What kind of subject matter?" I asked, instead of telling her that I
was just kidding like I normally was with these sorts of 'job offers' of
mine.

   "Adult related topics," she said seriously, seemingly oblivious of the
joke.

   "Yikes."

   "Are you interested?  Or not?"

   Now I was backed into a corner.  "Sure, if you need the help."

   "Well, I'd like to accept your offer," she smiled.

   I tried my best to keep my jaw from dropping.  Sure, I wanted my mother
to be happy.  Sure, I wanted to help her in any way that I could.  But I
never thought she would actually take the offer.  By the look on her face,
she was ready to do a lot of talking- and with me of all people.

   "Oh, what makes you want to hire me?" I replied, trying to sound as
diplomatic as possible.

   "You're a great listener, which is what I need most.  You're also mature
for your age, which is important because the topics I'd like to discuss are
mostly sexual."

   When I heard the word 'sexual' coming from my mother's mouth, my
attitude immediately changed.  Suddenly I found myself becoming eager, and
interested, in ways that I hadn't expected. 

   "That sounds like something I can handle."

   "I'm glad you think so," she replied.  "I also think this would be a
great opportunity to develop your communications skills for when you become
a lawyer one day.  This type of one-on-one interaction is extremely useful
when dealing with clients."

   "That makes sense," I nodded, completely agreeing with her.  "Plus I'll
get to make some cash too, since you'll have to pay me."

   "Great.  Then it's settled.  Our first session is tomorrow."

   Her mood became light and she headed up the stairs to her bedroom, after
securing me as her new therapist.  She was completely serious about the
whole thing.

   ***

   My late night 'job training' consisted of doing an internet search of
how a therapist would approach things. 

   The next morning she seemed eager for us to begin.  She was playful
about it and even referred to me as her new therapist.  But at the same
time, I could tell that she was taking this seriously.  My mother is
someone who loves talking and needs to get things off her chest to feel
relieved. 

   When I got to the living room, I saw that my mother had rearranged the
furniture so that it would look like an actual therapist's office.  She
turned the couches so that we'd be facing each other.

   "This is a therapy zone," she explained.  "Whatever is spoken here,
stays here.  You're being paid to do a job, and I expect you to take things
seriously.  In exchange, I promise to treat you like my actual therapist."

   "You can count on me.  I'm well prepared."

   We both sat down.  Then we began.  It took a moment to get used to and
we both kind of giggled at each other.  Then it turned serious and it was
time to work.

   "What do you want to talk about?" I asked, trying to sound professional.

   "I'd like you to ask me anything," she said, laying down on the couch.

   I thought as fast as I could for a question that would be reasonable,
yet professional.  I wanted to take this seriously because my mother put so
much faith in me, and because she gave me a hundred dollars.

   "What's your biggest fear in life?" I finally asked.

   She thought for a moment.  "At this moment, not finding a husband.  I'm
not getting any younger.  My clock is ticking.  Men don't keep track of
these things, but women do.  Our appearances are important."

   "Then what's stopping you?  You rarely go on dates, even though there
are plenty of guys who would be interested in someone like you."

   She paused for a few seconds.  "It's complicated."

   At that moment, I realized that this was the issue that my mother was
seeking therapy for.  She was clearly apprehensive about telling me her
secret.  But deep down, she wanted to talk about it, otherwise she wouldn't
have asked me to be her 'therapist.' It was an important issue she was
still struggling with.

   "We've got plenty of time," I replied. 

   We went through the motions of softball questions that weren't going
anywhere.  It served as a good warm-up for what was to come.

   She paused again, thinking to herself.  "I've always had a problem with
nudity.  It makes me uncomfortable, no matter who I'm with.  Obviously that
makes it difficult for me to be intimate with another man."

   I was completely taken aback.  How was I supposed to respond to that? 
But I became far more curious, even though it was incredibly inappropriate
for me to even ask about it.

   "Was there anything that caused you to be this way?" I finally asked. 
"Or did you always have this phobia."

   "It was something I was conditioned with.  My parents are the most
religious people I've ever met.  To them, nudity was impure.  It led to
impure thoughts.  It leads to immoral behavior.  So I was expected to
always dress conservatively.  I would always be shamed by them whenever my
skin was showing."

   For the very first time, I was getting a glimpse into my mother's hidden
sexual side.  It was intriguing, even though I shouldn't have heard that.
Under normal circumstances, she never, ever would have told me this.

   I did my best to give a legitimate answer.  "That sounds common with a
lot of people with religious backgrounds.  Some of them stay that way, some
of them rebel against it later in life."

   "I know," she replied.  "When I was younger, I used to be so afraid of
nudity and exposing my own body.  When I became older, I had strong
fantasies of wanting to be naked.  Maybe I wanted to rebel against my
upbringing in some way.  When I was 18, something happened that changed
me."

   "Tell me what happened," I said, curiously.

   There was a long pause and an awkward feeling in the room.  Both of us
looked at each other without saying anything.  Mom looked morally
conflicted about this whole thing.

   Both of us got comfortable in our seats.  There was an awkward feeling
in the room as we both looked directly at each other with nothing to say.

   "I'd rather not go there," she decided.  "That might be a little too
personal for us.  I hope you understand."

   I was denied the rest of that conversation.  Sadly, I wanted to know the
rest, but I understood mom's perspective.

   "So what's been on your mind lately?" I asked instead.

   "Mostly work," she replied.  "I spent the past week trying to reach a
settlement with the opposing counsel.  That sort of thing can be a real
nightmare.  Nobody wants to compromise during legal disputes.  But luckily,
we have more leverage on our side, so I think this case should be wrapped
up within a few days."

   I wasn't very interested in my mother's legal work.  I simply nodded, to
look as though I was fascinated.  What I wanted was to steer the
conversation back towards sex, but I didn't want to be obvious about it.

   "That's very interesting," I replied.  "It sounds like being a lawyer is
a great career choice for you.  It suits you well."

   She smiled, "You don't really care about that, do you?  I can see the
look of boredom on your face all of a sudden."

   "I don't know what you mean.  It's interesting."

   "Therapists are supposed to be good at pretending to be interested,"
she said playfully.  "It's so obvious you're bored now.  You want the other
topic."

   I shrugged.  "To be fair, I don't have a degree in psychology, and I'm
not a real therapist."

   "Fair enough," she replied.  "Would you rather continue the other
topic?"

   It was my chance.  And now, she kind of seemed eager to want to share
with me, to have someone to open up to.  But I had to act cool about it and
not seem creepy about wanting to know her secrets.

   "Sure.  It seemed important to you."

   I tried my best to act uninterested, but my mother could tell that I was
curious about it.  She gave me a lighthearted smile, as if she knew what I
really wanted.

   She thought for a moment.  "The way that my parents raised me had a
lasting effect, even until now.  Every time I undress in front of anyone
else, whether it be a doctor or someone I'm dating, I feel like I'm doing
something dirty.  That's why I never wear revealing outfits, even on hot
days."

   "You mentioned something about an event that happened when you were 18.
Do you want to talk about it?" 

   "Oh, that.  You're really delving deep here."

   "Well, it seemed important to you.  Plus you're paying me, so I might as
well act like a real therapist."

   "I'd rather not discuss it," she replied, after thinking for a moment.
"It's a little too personal for me to share with you.  I hope you can
understand that."

   "If you're going to keep secrets from me, then it defeats the whole
purpose of even doing a therapy session.  We're supposed to be open and
honest here.  If not, then this isn't going to work.  I can return half of
your money."

   She nodded.  "I'm impressed by your tenacity.  I think you're going to
be a great lawyer someday." 

   "Thanks mom," I proudly replied.

   "This stays between us.  I don't ever want you to repeat this to anyone,
or else I'll never trust you again.  This will always be our secret.  Do
you understand?"

   The playfulness in her demeanor was gone.  She had become serious.  The
more serious she became, the more interested I was in hearing what she had
to say.

   "Of course, mom.  I won't tell a soul.  Promise."

   She paused for a long moment, then she took a deep breath.  "My older
brother and I used to rebel against our parents' harsh stance against
nudity."

   "Uncle Jeff?"

   "Yes, your uncle."

   My uncle is mom's only sibling.  He's a great guy.  I rarely see him
anymore since he moved overseas years ago to pursue a job.

   "What did you and Uncle Jeff do?" I asked.

   She took another deep breath.  "Jeff became very open minded after he
moved to college.  When he came home for summer break, we used to talk
about all of the things he did with other college students.  Things that
would make our parents absolutely freak out.  He talked about swimming
naked with other people at the beach.  Things like that."

   "That must have been exciting for you to hear."

   "It was like hearing about a new world.  I was captivated by everything
he told me.  But that was nothing compared to when he finally admitted to
having pre-marital sex.  I couldn't believe it."

   Hearing my mother openly discuss "sex" and nudity was guiding this
conversation in ways I never could have imagined.  I was hooked to my
mother's story.

   "Why was it so surprising?" I asked.

   "Because we weren't allowed to have sex before marriage.  We were also
told that masturbating was a sin.  It was strictly forbidden by our
parents. Nudity and sex felt like the two biggest sins in our household. 
Jeff violated both of them when he went to college."

   "No wonder you were so excited by it."

   She nodded.  "It was exciting beyond belief.  I constantly asked him
questions.  I wanted to know everything.  I wanted every detail, no matter
how dirty they were.  I wanted to know how it all felt.  Including the sex
he had."

   My heart rate started to rise. 

   "How did he react to your curiosity?"

   My mother smiled, "He loved to answer my questions.  Jeff taught me a
lot when I was young.  I relied on him to teach me about life."

   "I'm sure he loved that role."

   "He's my big brother.  Of course he did."

   "Did it ever go beyond talking?" I asked, without thinking. 

   As soon as I asked that, I regretted it.  But the look on my mother's
face showed that I had struck a chord with her.  There was a bigger secret
deep down.

   "We did things together," she admitted, in a coy tone.

   "Like what?"

   She took another deep breath.  "We used to get naked together.  When our
parents were at work, we got naked around the house.  It was my first
exposure to sexual freedom.  It felt so liberating.  I loved walking around
naked with him.  I loved letting him see my bare body."

   My breath became heavier.  I was intrigued.  I was interested.  I was
becoming sexually aroused by my mother's story.

   "Did it ever go beyond nudity?" I asked, almost without thinking.

   She thought for a moment.  "This stays between us.  I don't want you to
repeat this to your Uncle.  We swore to each other that we would never tell
anyone.  This would also ruin me if people in the neighborhood found out."

   "I swear.  I won't tell anyone.  I would never do that to you."

   She took one last deep breath.  "I was 18.  I was preparing to move to
college.  I knew I was going to lose my virginity there eventually, but I
wanted my first sexual experience to be special, with someone I loved.  So
I begged my brother to take my virginity.  I begged him to have sex with
me."

   "Did he?" I gasped.

   "I had to convince him for weeks, and he eventually agreed.  The first
time we had sex was when our parents were at work.  Without going into
graphic detail, I still remember every touch and feeling.  It was sweet and
tender."

   Hearing my mother's secret revelation was shocking to me.  It was the
last thing I ever expected to hear.  At that point, I didn't see her as
just being my mother.  I saw her as a sexual human.

   "I'm glad it was a good experience for you," I said, unsure of what else
to say.

   She smiled, "It was more than just a good experience.  It was a life
changing experience."

   I nodded.  "Why do you still have issues with nudity then?  It sounds
like you became a sexually liberated woman after those experiences with
him."

   "That's how it should have ended.  My life would be so much easier if
that were the case."

   "What happened that was so bad?"

   "Our father came home early from work and saw us naked together," she
replied directly.  "I'll never forget it.  My brother and I were sitting on
the couch watching tv, like most siblings do, except we were fully naked.
There wasn't a single piece of clothing on our bodies."

   "Sounds awful."

   "It was.  I've never seen my father that angry before, ever.  It was
really bad.  But thank god he didn't catch us having sex.  Things would
have been so much worse.  We would have been disowned."

   "Did you ever do anything with your brother again?"

   She shook her head.  "No.  We never got naked around each other again.
And we never had sex again.  I was too afraid.  Whenever I get naked in
front of other people, I always think of how my father would react."

   "I can understand why this is so hard for you to talk about.  It's a
really difficult situation."

   "No one else knows about this besides my old therapist, Dr.  Rossii, and
now you.  You're part of the club now."

   "Your secret is safe with me."

   "I know it is," she replied, giving me a forced smile to hide her sad
feelings.  "I think that's enough therapy for one day, don't you?"

   "It was definitely a lot."

   "Good.  We can continue this conversation in the future.  Maybe you can
put the furniture back, and I'll make us some hot chocolate."

   "Sounds great, mom."

   She got up and went to the kitchen.  I could see the tears forming in
her eyes.  She was clearly still affected by these issues.

   ***

   A week later.  I awoke to the smell of my mother's cooking.  After I
washed myself and went down the stairs, I saw her cooking in the kitchen,
wearing an apron.  She smiled at me and told me to sit.  We ate breakfast
together.  I figured she'd want another therapy session since she had the
free time, but apparently she had other ideas.

   "I found a new therapist," she said in a formal way.  "I won't be
needing your services anymore."

   The news came out of nowhere and I didn't know how to react.  I was glad
that she found the right person to talk to, but at the same time, I was a
little upset that I wouldn't be able to hear her secrets anymore.

   "That's great mom," I nodded.

   "It really is.  I won't have to bother you anymore with my silly
problems."

   "If you're willing to pay me, then you can tell me whatever you want."

   She laughed.  "Thank you for being such a great listener.  You handled
it well.  Our therapy session was actually pretty good."

   "I'm glad.  And I'm always here if you need me."

   There was a short paused as she stared at me suggestively.

   "Did you enjoy hearing my stories?" she asked with a faint smile.

   "What?  No.  I mean, I don't like what you're implying, mom."

   "I'm not implying anything.  I'm only asking because...  well...  you're
a young man and it's perfectly natural for you to be intrigued in some
way."

   "You're my mother," I replied, trying to avoid suspicion.  "Obviously
that makes things a little different."

   She shrugged.  "Fair enough.  Anyway, I'm just glad that I finally found
a new therapist to speak to.  I just hope he's as good as Dr.  Rossii."

   "Dr.  Rossii must really be special.  You always seem to talk about him.
What makes him so good?"

   "I really like his methods and philosophy," she replied firmly.  "He has
a wealth of knowledge.  Every time I told him something, he immediately
knew the right thing to say, and how it could be treated."

   "So what did he say about your big issue with nudity and your brother?
Is there even an answer to that?"

   "Trust me, you don't want to hear it," she said, with a smile slowly
forming on her lips.

   I gave her a look of disbelief.  "After everything you've told me, a
doctor's advice is something I don't want to hear?"

   She thought for a moment.  "Dr.  Rossii said the best way for me to get
over my phobia of nudity is to reenact my old experiences of happier times.
In other words, he wanted me to walk around the house naked."

   Hearing those words shocked me.  I've always assumed that doctors and
therapists didn't give much practical advice regarding mental issues.  I've
always assumed that they just listened to problems that people have, and
occasionally prescribed medication.  But the concept that Dr.  Rossii
presented was something I never would have expected. 

   "Do you think that's legit?" I asked.

   "It could be.  Or maybe he was just trying to get into my panties.  He
suggested this right before he tried to have sex with me."

   "Are you going to try it someday?" I blurted out, immediately regretting
it.

   She laughed.  "I live at home with you.  I'm sure it would be horrible
if your old mother walked around the house naked."

   I nodded immediately, trying to look as if I agreed.  "Oh.  Yeah, you're
right.  That would be pretty awkward."

   She gave me a skeptical look.  "Why do I get the feeling that you're
open to this idea?"

   "I just want what's best for you," I replied, trying to avoid suspicion.
"Dr.  Rossii is a highly respected doctor.  If that's what he thinks, then
his opinion should be taken into consideration."

   "Now you're interested in what he has to say?" she asked with an eyebrow
raised.

   "He's been on tv.  That makes him legitimate as far as I'm concerned."

   "I see."

   My mother gave a slight nod, as if she had figured me out.

   ***

   The next day.  I arrived home around 4 pm after being in another study
group with my friends.  I wasn't sure if my mother was home or not, since
she leaves the office at different times.  When I opened the front door and
walked inside, I assumed I was home alone.

   There was a ruffling sound in the kitchen.  Normally, if my mother was
home, she would call out and say 'hello,' and then ask how my day was. 
There was no call, but someone was in our house.  I walked towards the
kitchen and saw something completely unexpected.

   It was my mother and she had quickly thin silk robe.  I briefly saw her
bare shoulder as she ruffled around.

   "Oh, sorry," I said.  "I thought I was home alone."

   "Well, I'm here," she replied as she clenched her robe tightly to cover
her chest.  "I thought I would be home alone, too.  You're early today."

   She seemed kind of frozen, like she had just been caught doing something
she wasn't supposed to be doing.  It was pretty obvious what it was, since
she never walks around in just her robe.

   "Were you naked just now?" I asked without thinking. 

   She clenched her robe tighter.  "So what if I was?" 

   I immediately realized that I sounded like a jerk.

   "Nevermind.  Sorry, I'm going now."

   She sighed, " I was naked before you arrived home.  I wanted to try the
doctor's advice."

   "Did it work?"

   "I don't know.  When I took off my robe, I heard the door open and you
showed up."

   "Sorry again for ruining your experiment, or whatever it is," I said
apologetically.

   "Don't be sorry.  There's always next time, right?" she asked with both
eyebrows raised. 

   "Right, there's always next time."

   I couldn't tell if my mother was being sexually suggestive, or if she
was speaking in terms of her therapy.  I could tell by looking at her chest
that she was breathing faster.

   She walked passed me and I could see the flustered look on her face.  If
I didn't know better, I'd say she was aroused.  But from what? 

   ***

   A week later.  It was almost evening and the sun was coming down.  I was
sitting on the couch watching tv when my mother came home.  She was dressed
in a professional office attire as usual.  She had just returned from her
first session with a new therapist and the look on her face showed how
delighted she was with everything.

   She sat down on the couch next to me.  "I told my new therapist
everything.  I told him about my brother and my issues with nudity, and he
was open minded about it.  I also told him about the advice I received from
Dr.  Rossii."

   "What did he say about it?" I asked.

   "Time was up, so we didn't have a chance to fully discuss it.  But he is
an avid fan of Dr.  Rossii, and says that whatever Rossii advises is
probably the best route to go."

   "Are you going to give it another try?"

   "Do you want me to?" she asked with a seemingly open mind.

   I shrugged.  "I don't know.  It's your decision, mom.  They're the
experts, not me."

   A smile slowly grew on her face.  "You want to see me naked, don't you?"

   "What makes you say that?"

   "Because of how interested you've become in my therapy.  Plus you're so
much like my brother.  You're very protective of me, just like he is.  So
if you're anything like your Uncle Jeff, then you probably have the same
secret fantasies."

   "You're thinking way too hard, mom," I replied, trying to divert
attention away from myself.

   "Do you want to know who told me about that theory?"

   "Who?"

   "Dr.  Rossii suggested it," she replied.  "He's one of the country's
leading experts on human sexuality.  He knows a lot about human desires. 
When he suggested that deep inside, you might have incestuous feelings
towards me, I couldn't believe it.  So he asked me to start telling you my
secrets and to watch your reactions.  That's why I did it.  My new
therapist agrees with that assessment.  They're both very smart men."

   Suddenly I was at a loss for words.  Two smart experts had come to the
same conclusion.  How could I argue otherwise? 

   "Do you believe them?" I asked nervously.

   She playfully shrugged.  "Maybe.  I'm not sure."

   With that said, she got up and told me that dinner would be ready in a
while.  Then she headed up the stairs to change her clothes.

   ***

   Saturday morning.  It began as a typical day.  I came down the stairs to
the smell of my mother's home cooking.  The dining table was covered with
fresh food.  My mother was doing the dishes and occasionally looking
through the window.

   The only difference this morning was that my mother was wearing a thin
silk robe, instead of her usual home clothes.  I could slightly see the
shape of her backside through the thin material. 

   "Smells great," I said.

   My mother had finished washing the dishes and turned the water off.  She
looked at me and then she smiled.  My eyes briefly looked to the middle of
her closed robe, wondering if she was truly naked underneath.

   "Morning," she said.  "I hope you're hungry."

   "Always."

   "Perfect.  Have a seat."

   We ate together.  We made small talk.  When the room became quiet and we
focused on eating, my mother's robe started to slip open.  It wasn't a lot,
but it was enough for me to see the center of her bare chest.  I took a few
glances.

   "Have a good look?" she asked, before taking a sip of her coffee.

   "What do you mean?" I replied, trying to be coy.

   "I saw you peeking.  Don't worry, it's my fault.  I was going to change
my clothes after cooking, but you woke up earlier than I expected.  The
food was still hot so I figured we might as well eat together right away."

   "Were you...  never mind...  I shouldn't ask."

   "It's okay," she replied.  "Go ahead.  Ask."

   "Were you naked earlier?"

   "As a matter of fact, I spent the last half-hour cooking with no clothes
on.  I only put on the robe when I saw our neighbor peeking in the
kitchen."

   "Which one of our neighbors saw?" I asked, amused.

   "Mr.  Jensen," she replied.  "We often wave at each other while he
waters his lawn in the morning.  This time he saw me naked.  You should
have seen the look on his face.  His jaw dropped and he completely froze."

   "What did you do?"

   "I waved at him.  When I remembered I was naked, I put my robe back on.
I'm pretty sure he liked it."

   "I'm sure he won't look at you the same anymore."

   "Probably not," she replied, almost wanting to laugh.  "He had a nice
little show.  He definitely enjoyed it.  I'll be honest, I enjoyed it too.
I still felt embarrassed after being caught.  But it was fun being naked
all morning."

   "It sounds like you're almost over your phobia of being naked in front
of others.  I'm glad.  I wish I could have been there to see it."

   As soon as those words last words came out of my mouth, I instantly
regretted it.  The look on my mother's face said it all.  She looked
surprised.  Her expression was priceless. 

   She raised an eyebrow.  "So, you wished you could have seen it?"

   "You know what I meant.  I like that you're blossoming and overcoming
fears. That's what I was trying to say."

   "You're not interested in seeing me naked?" she asked teasingly.

   I was completely caught off guard by my mother's question.  Suddenly,
she seemed serious, like it wasn't a joke anymore. 

   "Now you're really making me uncomfortable," I joked.

   "To be honest, I also felt uncomfortable when Dr.  Rossii suspected that
you may be prone to incestuous fantasies.  A part of me felt like such a
horrible mother, as if I had failed in some way.  But he assured me that
there was nothing wrong with this.  That these things are common."

   "You're just teasing me, aren't you?" I asked.  "You're trying to find
out if his theories are correct."

   My mother opened the right side of her robe to expose a bare breast to
me.  It was round, full, and firm looking.  Her nipple was large and brown.
It was the first time I had ever seen her naked breast, and it was
beautiful.

   "This is more than just about teasing you," she replied in a heartfelt
manner, with her breast still exposed.  "This is about finding where my
boundaries are.  At my age, I want to explore the limits of my sexuality to
the fullest extent.  So far the results are surprising."

   She closed her robe and my free view of her breast ended with me wanting
more.  My mind was racing, but as usual, I didn't want her to know how
aroused I was becoming.

   "Did you enjoy showing that to me?" I asked.

   "I did," she replied.  "Can I be brutally honest for a moment?"

   "Of course."

   She took a deep breath.  "Thank you for all of our chats.  They've been
extremely helpful to me.  But part of the reason why I told you so much is
because I secretly enjoyed it.  I enjoyed telling you these things.  I've
always wanted to relive that feeling I experienced with my brother when I
was younger."

   I was struck by my mother's words and honesty, especially her admission
that talking to me was somehow sexually gratifying to her. 

   "I've enjoyed our chats too," I admitted.  "To be honest, I found them
arousing.  I think you already knew that.  I don't know why, but it was
amazing hearing about your sexual side."

   "Do you mind if I take my robe off?"

   "I don't mind."

   My mother looked me directly in the eyes as she untied her robe.  Her
face was expressionless and I couldn't tell what she was thinking.  The
robe opened and I saw the middle of her bare chest.  She gave the robe a
gentle tug and it fell to the bottom of her chair.  My eyes marveled at my
topless mother.  Her breasts were slightly sagging and I could see them
jiggle as she moved her arms to take the robe off completely.

   "Do you like them?" she asked.

   "I love them," I replied.  "How do you feel right now?"

   "Liberated."

   "I can tell."

   She smiled at me and went back to eating, as if nothing was out of the
ordinary with her breasts showing.  The slight smile remained on her face
as she continued to eat.  I could tell she was enjoying being naked in
front of me.  At that moment, she was the exhibitionist, and I was the
voyeur.  The aspect of mother/son incest between us only made things more
erotic. 

   After a few short minutes, we finished our food and she looked at me
with an overly proper expression, as if she was still getting used to her
nudity.

   "I should get started with the dishes now," she said.  "And I think
you've seen enough for one day."

   When she stood up, I saw my mother completely naked for the very first
time.  She had dark curly pubic hairs around her vaginal area.  Her hips
were full.  She had the body of a luscious mature woman.

   She quickly put the robe back on and tied it.  There was a sense of
embarrassment in her actions, as if she regretted it.  There was also a
sense of satisfaction on her face, like she had become very aroused. 

   *** 

   My mother could barely make eye contact with me for the rest of that
morning and afternoon.  She spent much of the day in her home office
because of an upcoming trial she was preparing for.  When I saw her around
the house, she was fully dressed wearing a tshirt and sweatpants. 

   Towards the evening, I saw her standing in front of the large living
room window with a cup of tea in her hand.  It was one of her favorite ways
of calming down if her work became stressful.  She didn't say anything to
me, even though she knew I was there, which was unusual. 

   "Are you upset over what happened earlier?" I asked, walking over to
where she was standing.

   She turned to look at me.  "What makes you think I'm upset?"

   Both of us looked through the window at the view together.  The sun was
still out, but not for long. 

   "Things have been really awkward since this morning," I said.  "I hope
you don't regret anything."

   "I'm not embarrassed by what I did.  I don't feel ashamed for showing
you my body.  It's terrifying knowing that I enjoyed it so much.  How could
I? With my own son? What's wrong with me?"

   I put my hand on her shoulder.  "Don't feel bad.  There's nothingwrong
with this."

   "Are you just trying to make me feel better?  Or do you want to see me
naked again?  Give me an honest answer."

   "Would you be offended if I said I wanted to see you naked again?" I
asked.

   "No," she whispered.

   "There's your honest answer.  I want to see you naked again."

   "Keep your eyes forward, towards the sunset."

   I did what she asked and continued watching the sun going down.  She put
her tea cup on a nearby table.  Then I heard my mother undressing.  I could
hear her tshirt and pants being tossed to the floor.  Then I heard her bra
unclasp.  Then I heard her panties being removed. 

   She moved behind me and gave me a tight squeeze with her arms wrapped
around my body.  I felt her heavy breasts pressing against my back.  It was
a breathtaking moment for us.

   "How does this feel?" she asked warmly.

   "It feels nice.  What are you thinking about?"

   "I feel young again," she replied blissfully.  "I feel like I'm 18 years
old.  This brings back fond memories of happier times.  It's scary.  I knew
all along that these feelings were developing between us."

   "Looks like Dr.  Rossii was right," I replied.

   "Too bad he's a jerk though," she laughed, squeezing me tighter.

   The sun was going down and it was becoming darker by the moment.  My
mother and I just stood there and enjoyed the feeling of her bare breasts
pressed against my back, and her arms wrapped around my body.

   "I better get dressed and start preparing dinner now," she said, rubbing
my shoulders.  "We've been standing here for a while, doing nothing. 
You're probably bored from listening to my emotional rantings by now."

   Impulsively, I grabbed her wrist and moved her hand down to my crotch.
Out of curiosity, she squeezed my shorts to find out if I was aroused. 
When she squeezed her hand, she felt my throbbing erection.

   "Oh my," she gasped, with her hand grabbing my cock through my shorts.
"It must be painful."

   "In a good way."

   "And it's because of me?"

   "I think you already know that," I replied.

   She paused for a moment.  "I feel the same way."

   The fine line between mother and son had already been crossed, with her
breasts against my back, and her hand rubbing my throbbing erection. 

   "Stand in front of me," I said. 

   "Is this a private therapy session?" she asked playfully.

   "You'd have to pay me again, of course," I joked.

   My mother let go, and then she stood in front of me.  The sun had just
disappeared and outside was rapidly becoming dark.  But there was still
enough light to see her bare figure. 

   I wrapped my arms around her naked body.  My hands briefly roamed her
body.  She felt soft and luscious.  Then I reached down with one hand and
touched the outside of her vagina, feeling her pubic hairs between my
fingers.  Then I slipped two of my fingers inside of her pussy, feeling her
warmth and wetness.

   "You're soaking wet, mom."

   "I know," she replied, with my fingers deep inside of her.  "Being naked
in my son's arms isn't something a mother should ever be proud of.  But
it's undeniable.  I love this feeling."

   "So do I."

   My fingers went deeper inside of her and she gasped.  Her moans became
louder as I fondled her pussy.  I used my other hand to fondle her breast
for the very first time.  It was soft and round.  I played with her large
nipple and pussy at the same time.  The moans coming out of her mouth
showed how much she loved it.

   "I've wanted this for so long," she admitted, in a state of sexual
bliss. "I've fantasized about being naked around you.  I've wanted to share
my body with you.  I've dreamt of you touching me like this."

   My fingers moved at a faster rate, bringing more pleasure to her nipple
and pussy.  Her moans became louder.  Soon, it wasn't enough.  I wanted to
pleasure her the best that I could.  I needed to make her cum.

   Our eyes were merely inches apart.  I could feel her breathing on my
skin.  She probably assumed that I wanted to kiss her, which I did, but
there would be time for that later.  At that very moment, I wanted
something else.

   I got down on my knees.  My mother knew exactly what I was planning to
do, and she spread her legs apart while standing in the dark living room. 

   "Are you sure you want to do this?" she asked, having mixed feelings
that this was happening.

   I looked up at her and nodded.

   The tip of my tongue touched the bottom end of her brown labia and her
body immediately quivered.  I could hear my mother moaning as I licked up
and down.  She placed both of her hands on my head to make sure I wouldn't
stop.  Then I wrapped both of my hands around the back of her thighs,
feeling the muscles in her legs do everything in their power to make sure
she could stand up straight.  The more I licked the outside of her pussy,
the more her body reacted. 

   "Please don't stop," she said in a sexually depraved voice.  "Put your
tongue inside me.  I'm so close."

   With my mother's permission, I pushed my tongue inside of her pussy and
tasted her fluids.  She was dripping wet.  Her fluids gushed inside of my
mouth.  I could feel how warm she was as I moved my tongue around.  She
began to make panting noises with her mouth. 

   The light outside was gone and we were in the dark.  If anyone outside
had looked through our window, they would have seen my naked mother
standing in the living room, while I performed oral sex on her.  I licked
her clitoris which immediately got the most reaction from her body.  I used
one of my fingers to rub her swollen clitoris while I ate her pussy.  My
mother's hands held the top of my head tightly as she screamed.

   I knew I was doing something right.  My mouth and my finger kept up the
frantic pace, and my mother let out another loud scream.  She came.  Fluids
ran down her pussy.

   My mother gently pushed me away and I watched her body shiver.  Her face
looked like she was in a total state of shock.  Her eyes were wide open. 
She took a few steps back and sat down on the couch to take several deep
breaths.

   "Are you okay mom?"

   "I'm more than okay.  That was the best orgasm of my life."

   She held my hand and we enjoyed the silence and the darkness of the
room. My erection was still there, and she knew it.  Once she composed
herself, she reached down to rub my crotch.  It was the beginning of our
new relationship. 

   *** 

   Several months later on an early weekend morning.  I came down the
stairs to the smell of my mother's cooking.  I saw her in the kitchen as
she was mixing something in a bowl.  She was facing the window, so she
didn't see me.  But I saw her clearly.  She was naked except for a small
apron.  I marveled at her naked backside.  It was a sight I never grew
tired of.  I especially loved her full hips and thighs.  Her ass was full
and luscious.

   When I walked behind her, I gave her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek.
She continued mixing the batter so she could bake muffins. 

   "Morning mom.  Smells great."

   "You could have stayed in bed a little longer," she replied, still
mixing "None of the food is ready yet."

   I gave her a kiss on the neck.  "Am I distracting you?"

   "Kind of.  But I don't mind.  You're always a nice distraction."

   She turned her head and gave me a kiss on the lips.  Then another.  Then
our tongues met.  The kiss we shared was both lewd and loving at the same
time.  It was completely inappropriate, yet it made perfect sense to both
of us.

   "You look sexy in that small apron," I said, moving my hands around to
caress both of her bare breasts.

   "I thought you preferred me completely naked?"

   "I do.  But there's something really sexy about a naked woman who also
takes the time to be prim and proper."

   "Very true.  And the apron is a necessity.  The last thing I need is for
hot oil to splash against my chest."

   I pinched her nipples.  "We can't have that happening.  Especially since
your breasts are so sensitive."

   "I know.  But I'm sure Mr.  Jensen would rather see me without the
apron."

   "He still spies on you?"

   "Every chance he gets," she replied.  "Especially on the weekends when
he knows I'm naked in the kitchen."

   "I can't blame him for that.  You always look amazing.  Did he spy on
you this morning?"

   "He certainly did.  As always, I pretended not to see him so that he
would have a nice little show.  Why do you ask?  Are you jealous?"

   My hands squeezed her breasts again.  "Why would I be jealous if I get
to have your body everyday?  Besides, I think Mr.  Jensen has great taste
in women for spying on someone like you."

   "You're too sweet," she replied.  "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a lot
of baking to do.  There's a charity bake sale in a few hours, remember?"

   "Sure I remember.  But that doesn't mean we can't have our fun."

   My erection was growing and I squeezed my mother extra tightly, pressing
my groin against her naked backside so that she knew I was aroused.

   "Please, can't this wait until the afternoon?" she pleaded.  "I want
this as much as you do.  But I need to put all of this food in the oven."

   "You've already spoiled me.  Can't we do both at the same time?"

   My hand moved down to her crotch, and I began to finger her vagina.

   "Fine.  It's my fault for spoiling you.  And I still you owe you for our
'therapy' sessions."

   I kissed the side of her face.  "Therapy is expensive.  It's time to pay
up."

   Once I had permission, I pushed my shorts down to my ankles.  My cock
was throbbing.  She stuck her ass outwards, which allowed me to point my
cock directly towards her pussy from behind.  She spread her legs so that I
would have easy access to her pussy.  I guided my cock and penetrated her.

   My mother simply carried on with her baking.  She added more ingredients
to the mixture while I slowly made my way inside of her from behind.  I
watched as she added dried fruits and nuts to the muffin batter and she
moaned while she stirred it.

   "Oh god," she gasped.  "Thank goodness I'm almost finished or this would
have been a real mess."

   "You would have figured something out."

   I pushed my cock all the way inside, then I slowly pulled out, before
going back in again.  A rhythm was forming, and we were having sex.

   She moaned.  "Uhh...  maybe...  I'm doing two of my favorite hobbies at
once."

   My mother quickly mixed the batter inside of the bowl while I fucked her
from behind.  She was making different sounds with her mouth, which showed
just how much she was enjoying this.  After a few more thrusts, she stopped
mixing the batter.  Maybe it was because it was actually done.  Or maybe
she couldn't prepare the food properly while we were having sex.  She put
both of her hands down on the kitchen counter and enjoyed our unholy
coupling.

   Her pussy was warm and tight.  It became wetter by the moment.  That's
one of the things I loved about having sex with my mother- how wet she
could become.  She's always been very good at hiding her emotions,
especially as an experienced trial lawyer, but her pussy never lied.  Her
pussy always revealed her true feelings.  And at that very moment, I knew
my mother was incredibly horny being ravished like this in her kitchen.

   I thrusted as fast and as hard as I could.  Our kitchen was surrounded
by windows.  If our neighbor, Mr.  Jensen, decided to spy on my mother
again, he would have seen me fucking her from behind.  If any of our
neighbors had looked through our window, our reputations would have been
completely ruined.  We would have been chastised from the community.  Maybe
that terrified my mother.  Maybe taking a huge risk only made her more
aroused, which was why her pussy was so wet.

   "Make me cum," she groaned, with her depraved voice.  "I need to cum so
bad.  Touch my pussy.  Rub my clit.  You fuck me better than my brother
ever did."

   She only talked this dirty when she was in the right mood.  Her
fantasies of incest and being naked around the house always returned when
she was hot enough.

   Rubbing her clitoris was usually the most common way she achieved an
orgasm, since it was the most sensitive area of her body.  I used two
fingers to rub her engorged clit.  I rubbed it in a circular motion as I
pounded away from behind. 

   "I'm right there," she hissed.  "God, I'm going to cum.  You're so
bad... doing this to your own mother."

   Before long, her fluids rushed down my fingers.  My hand became a
complete mess.  She squirted.  Her wetness ran down my cock and between
both of my legs as I kept on fucking.  She cried out loud while she came.
If our kitchen window was open, the neighbors would have heard my mother
having a powerful orgasm.

   I came soon after.  I clenched my mother's hips tightly and deposited
several loads of cum inside of her drenched pussy. 

   My mother didn't say a word as she leaned on the kitchen counter.  I
heard her breathing heavily.  I saw trickles of sweat begin to form on her
shoulders.

   "That was amazing," she panted, with her head on the kitchen counter.

   I kissed her shoulder and pulled my flaccid cock out.  "You're always
amazing, mom."

   "I needed this.  It's my favorite way to start the day."

   "Exactly.  Now you'll be even more enthusiastic at the bake sale."

   She turned around and gave me a kiss on the lips.  "There's one more
thing that I need from you."

   "What's that?"

   She smiled, "I haven't had a proper breakfast yet."

   My mother casually got down on her knees and engulfed my cock in her
mouth.  She slurped all of the cum on my cock and swallowed it.  She ate my
cum along with her own vaginal fluids.  She had always said how delicious
that cum mixture tasted.  It had become her new favorite meal in the past
few months and she always ate our cum mixture before she went to court.

   By sheer coincidence, Mr.  Jensen came outside and watered his lawn. 
I'm sure he was disappointed that he saw me, instead of my naked mother,
who was busy on her knees.  We made eye contact and we waved at each other.
Little did he know that my mother was on her knees, with a mouthful of
cock.

   The End



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