Incest
2010-05-17
My son stopped by my place one Saturday morning. It was early and I had just stepped out of the shower, so I was barefoot with only a robe on. Which ordinary would not have been an issue, except that the robe I had on was short and silky, and it was pretty much plain that I was wearing nothing beneath. As we stood in the kitchen and I offered him a cup of coffee, Rick was amused by this and made a comment about not knowing that he had such a daring mother. I honesty had not thought that I was being especially daring, although I did realize that I probably wouldn't have chosen to slip something else on if anyone else had been there. I just made some retort about how if I was going to be daring, that I would not have bothered to put anything on at all and been au naturel, pointing out that might be more fun. He just teased me about it, and said that it was ok with him if I thought it would be fun and felt like doing that.
I must admit that I have never been much of a nudist, except on rare occasions when I was by myself and walked from the bathroom to the bedroom without bothering to cover up, and I have never been in the habit of sleeping in the all-together. Although I have nothing against nudity per say, like most people I suppose that I'm a little shy and lack the courage to simply bare it all, even with no one there. That morning, though, harmlessly joking about it with my son, I guess that I was feeling in a careless mood. I admitted that I might find it a little exciting being daring enough to be naked in front of my own son.
Being fifty-four and divorced, and with his being 34 and divorced as well, I think that we were mature enough to laugh about such things. Rick laughed and admitted that he might find it exciting too, seeing his mother naked. I said something to the effect that he would probably be shocked if I decided to slip my robe off, and he assured me that he wouldn't be. That I would just be his mom without clothes and that it was ok with him.
Like I said, I was in this careless mood.
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Enough to feel uninhibitedly indulgent. I went ahead and slipped off my robe with a flourish. "Tah-dah! One naked mother!" I said happily showing everything that I had right there in the kitchen.
Well, Rick was a little wide-eyed by my display and all grins over seeing his mother showing off like that. I was grateful when he said how nice I looked au naturel, giving my bareness an admiring look. I have to confess that I enjoyed hearing that, and I did feel a thrill letting him see me head-to-toe naked. It had been a while - quite a while - since I had the opportunity to be revealing of my bare assessts and have them admired. I also liked how it felt to be that brave. I suppose it is very much like the thrill a gambler feels, and I was definitely gambling on not loosing my nerve and to find this fun. Which I did. Enough not to bother with quickly re-covering myself, but to instead put the robe aside and just stand there taking a sip of cofee, looking perfectly agreeable to be naked. I could tell that Rick was a little shy and cautious about trying not to stare, as if afraid to find his mother's female form at all sexy or sexual. Yet, it was obvious that this aspect was not lost on him and I enjoyed that. Instead of feeling embarrassed, like I might have imagined I would, I felt quite superior.
It was like, "There! I'm naked! And I'm proud of it, and I like how it feels!"It was exactly like that.
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He seemed to adapt to the situation quite well, and told me that he felt privilaged to see his mother undressed. Smuggly, I admit, I told him that I might feel privelaged if I got to see him undressed, too.
Well, he looked absolutely shy about that, and said that he wouldn't want to embarrass me. I assured that I had seen all of that before, and wouldn't be embarrassed. That I might, in fact, quite enjoy it. Maybe feeling a little challenged, he decided to take his clothes off, too. He was wearing a t-shirt, shorts and sandals, so it was easy enough for him to slip out of his things. I have to admit that I didn't think he would do it, but there he was getting naked. Maybe he hadn't thought he would actually do it either, because he appeared quite self-conscious. He's quite trim and I hadn't seen him au naturel since he was probably about five. So suddenly seeing my grown son standing there naked was as much a treat for me, as it was for him to see me that way. To say that nakedness isn't arousing would be a lie. Certainly I felt a receptive warm glow, and Rick obviously found it as much of a turn-on as I did. He started to get an erection almost immediately, apologizing and saying how he was afraid that would happen. I was delighted! I stood there watching his boner pushing up, finding thisd the ultimate compliment .
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. . even from my own son. Especially from my own son!
I told him that it was nice seeing such a handsome one, and that it was something that I had not enjoyed seeing for a while. He seemed pleased by my response and happily exhibited what he had, standing there with his erection curving up from his hairy crotch for my viewing pleasure. We both smiled and with a playful affection we slipped into each others arms to share a naked embrace. There we were, the two us, standing in the kitchen, our bare skin touching, and it felt so wonderful. It was such a uniquely romantic thing to do, and so excitingly forbidden, a mother and son hugging naked. Especially with the son having an erection, such an openly sexual symbol.
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