More than he had ever seen of his mother's nearly naked body before, as if she was wearing nothing at all, her nightgown was totally see-through. Having looked at herself in the mirror before entering her son's room, she knew all that he could see of her. He could not only clearly see the shape and the size of her large breasts but also he could see her pink areolas and pink nipples too.
As if she was dressed like a prostitute visiting his room for the night, not ashamed or embarrassed, she knew that he could see the darker shadow of her blonde, trimmed pubic hair through her sheer nightgown. When turning her back to her son, she knew that he could not only see the shape of her shapely ass but also her ass crack too. If she was to bend at the waist with her back to him, with her nightgown rising high enough for him to see nirvana, she knew that he'd have a nice in between her thighs view of her naked, glistening pussy lips.
Obviously, not taking no for an answer, her plan was to sexually tease her son enough for him to agree to protest naked with her on Nude Day. Most men would jump at the chance to see their MILFs of a mothers naked. Most men would jump at the chance to see their sexy sisters naked. Most men would jump at the chance to see their MILFs of an aunts and their sexy cousins naked, too.
Yet, Ryan wasn't one of those men. He wasn't like most men. He was kind, sensitive, well-mannered, and respectful. He wasn't into incest, or so he thought, until his mother came to his bedroom wearing what she was wearing, practically nothing. With him already in bed with a huge erection, if he wasn't into incest now, he'd never be.
Not to confuse Ryan's respectful attitude towards woman as not heterosexual, especially towards his mother, his sister, his aunt, and his cousin, he loved them but not in a sexual way. He wasn't gay. Ryan liked women but he was shy, especially when it came to nudity in front of his mother, his sister, his aunt, and his cousin. He loved his family but not in that incestuous kind of way.
Even though he masturbated over his mother, his sister, his aunt, and his cousin while imagining them naked and having sex with him, he'd never have sex with any of them. It would take a lot of sexual teasing for him to change his mind about demonstrating naked on Nude Day with his MILF of a mother, his sexy sister, his MILF of an aunt, and sexy cousin. It would take a lot of sexual teasing for him to agree to allow his mother, his sister, his aunt, and/or his cousin to see his cock whether flaccid or fully erect.
* * * * *
The first time deliberately exposing her nearly naked body to her son, feeling the whole range of sexual and incestuous emotions, Susan was as nervous as she was sexually excited to be in her son's bedroom with what she was wearing. She was as nervous as she was sexually excited to be in her son's bedroom while he had an obvious erection. Having never done this sort of flashing before, especially with her son, as soon as she entered his bedroom, she knew that he could see more of her MILF of a body than he had ever seen before.
As soon as she entered his bedroom, as if she was a stripper the first time on stage, she took a big breath of sexual anticipation before turning on his bedroom light. Once she turned on his light, there'd be no turning back. Once she turned on his light, he'd see every sexual part of her nearly naked body. Once she turned on his light, no longer his mother and with him no longer her son, she'd be just another older woman in a bedroom with a man half her age.
No longer thinking about the Nude Day protest but thinking more of exhibitionism and incestuous sex, she wondered what his reaction would be to seeing so much of her. She wondered if he'd be as sexually excited to see him her nearly naked body as much as she was sexually excited to show him her nearly naked body. She wondered if he'd want to have sex with her as much as she suddenly wanted to have sex with him. Suddenly imagining her son touching her and feeling her through the thin material of her nightgown, she wondered if he'd take the next step in crossing the incestuous line after she had already taken the first step.
With him seeing her nearly naked body in his brightly lit bedroom, she wondered if he'd stare, leer, or look away. As if turning on his bedroom light was her signal to reveal her nearly naked body to her son, it was show time! This was it. This was really it. There was no turning back now. She couldn't be anymore naked without being naked. She knew that her son was seeing every part of her shapely body that he had ever imagined seeing of her naked body while masturbating himself.
As soon as she turned on his light, Ryan peeked open his eyes to see his mother standing there in her sexy, skimpy, and revealing nightgown. As soon as she turned on his light, her son saw all that she was showing him. For the first time, she felt naked in front of her son. For the first time, she had sexual feelings for her him. For the first time, in a long time, she was as horny as she was sexually excited. If he dared show his sexually interest in her by touching her, feeling her, and fondling her, she'd show her sexual interest in him by stroking him, sucking him, and fucking him.
"Mom," he said softly as if he was still dreaming. "Mom," he said again as if he was beckoning her to his bed.
In the way that he looked at her, obviously, he never saw his mother wearing such a sexy, skimpy, sheer, and low-cut nightgown without her having the modesty enough to wear a robe over it. He stared at her as if he was, perhaps, dreaming her, sexually fantasizing her, or imagining her naked. He stared at her with an obvious, incestuously lustful, sexual attraction in the way that she stared at his erection that raised the sheet as if it was a pole raising a circus tent. Obviously, with his erection throbbing and pulsating beneath the sheet, he liked what he was seeing just as his mother liked what she was seeing too.
Even with him half asleep and with his eyes barely open, he could obviously see that she was practically naked beneath this thin piece of sheer material called a nightgown. Unable to stop staring at the impression his prick made in the sheet, his stiff prick looked so big and so hard. How could he not see all of his mother's nearly naked body in the bright light of his bedroom? Suddenly, in the way that he stared at her and leered at her, deflating her sexual excitement, she felt ridiculous that she was flashing her son her nearly naked body.
Unlike her to feel awkwardly indisposed, she suddenly felt embarrassed that her son was seeing all that she was deliberately showing him. How could she expose herself to her son like this? Why would she sexually and incestuously tease him? This was her son and not some strange man that she picked up in a bar and asked home. Yet, too late to change her mind, she was in his room now and practically naked with her wicked, incestuous thoughts of incest. Having gone this far, if only for the sake of her Nude Day protest, she needed to go through with the rest.
Before she entered his room, she felt confident that he'd stare at her in the way that he was leering at her now. What son doesn't think of his MILF of a mother naked? What son doesn't masturbate over the thoughts of having sex with his MILF of a mother? Then, suddenly feeling awkwardly embarrassed flashing her son, her sudden lack of self-confidence dashed her hope that she'd successfully, sexually tease him enough for him to agree to demonstrate with her naked. Feeling confident that he'd sexually want her before, she thought of something she hadn't considered now.
'Oh, Dear,' she thought while suddenly feeling foolish. Here she was a 46-year-old woman trying to sexually interest her 23-year-old son in her nearly naked body. Here she was a 46-year-old woman using incestuous sex to enlist the help of her 23-year-old son to demonstrate naked with her on Nude Day. Convoluted in thought, her demonstrating naked with her son on Nude Day for the fair rights and better treatment of women who are emotionally, physically, and sexually abused was a paradox at best. In the way that sexist men use sex against women, she was using sex to entice her son.
In the way that Dustin Hoffman as Benjamin Braddock first rejected Anne Bancroft as Mrs. Robinson in The Graduate, what if he rejected her? What if he doesn't sexually want her in the way that she obviously, sexually wants him? How embarrassing would that be to have her son not even sexually look at her in the way she hoped that he'd sexually look at her? How embarrassing would that be to have her son not even sexually look at her in the way that she sexually looked at him when she saw his erection?
What if her sexual teasing doesn't work because he doesn't want her, his mother, sexually? What if he has more morals and more modesty than she has? What if he's not into demonstrating naked with his naked mother, his naked sister, his naked aunt, and his naked cousin? What if he's not into incest in the way that she suddenly is? What if her son rejects her in opposition to how she's willing to sexually accept him as her lover?
On the flipside of that coin, what if he wanted to have sex with her? What would she do then? Would she call his bluff and give him incestuous sex or would she reject him in the way that she feared that he may reject her? Oxymoronically, maybe the only way to enlist his cooperation in her Nude Day, women's equal rights and better treatment of women demonstration was by having sex with her own son. How convoluted is that? With incestuous sex in conflict of women's equal rights, better treatment, and fair wages, having sex with her son to elicit his cooperation in her protest didn't make sense.
Obviously, by the erection that tented his sheet, he was sleeping naked. Obviously, by the erection that tented his sheet, he was sexually aroused. Obviously, unless he woke up like this, by the way his cock was throbbing and pulsating, he was sexually aroused from seeing his mother in her sexy, see-through nightgown. In the sexual way that he was seeing her, she'd enjoyed the sexual way that she was seeing him. In the way that she hoped he'd like to remove her nightgown to see her naked, she'd love to remove his sheet to see him naked.
She wondered if he had already masturbated. She wondered if he'd be masturbating over what he saw of her as soon as she left his bedroom. In the way that she'd suddenly like to masturbate her son, she'd like to watch him masturbate himself. She'd like to watch him cum. If he allowed her to masturbate him, she'd allow him to cum all over her hand, across her naked breasts, and/or even in her mouth.
Now with her knowing that her son was already sexually in the mood and ready for sex, it wouldn't take her much to tease him enough to elicit his cooperation in her Nude Day demonstration. Hopefully, with him already having an erection, it wouldn't take much to get him to do whatever she wanted and needed him to do, even demonstrate naked with her, his sister, his aunt, and his cousin on Nude Day. Hopefully, as if he was her sex slave, perhaps she could persuade him to do more than just demonstrate naked with her.
Nothing more than a little exhibitionism and voyeurism mixed with a little touching and feeling should make him agree to whatever she wanted and needed him to do. Perhaps, even more of a forbidden thought, she could persuade him to give her incestuous sex. Ready to give him incestuous sex, all he had to do was to strip off the sheet and expose his erect cock to her. All he had to do was to feel her breasts and finger her nipples through her nightgown. All he had to do was to give his mother a long, wet kiss while touching and feeling her everywhere.