Would You Like to See Me Naked?
There's nothing more erotically exciting than a MILF of a mother sexually teasing her horny son.
"I love you, Mom," said Patrick looking at his mother with love, sexual excitement, and horniness.
Maureen, with her red hair and bright blue eyes, a bustier version of Emma Stone, looked at her son with love, affection, and sexual arousal.
"I love you, too, Patrick."
Then, as if someone else had asked Patrick the question, Maureen asked the question that her two best friends, Connie and Christine, had repeatedly dared and double dared her to ask her son. Nervously reticent to do so, yet, daring herself to ask him, curious how he'd respond, she'd never forgive herself and would always regret it if she allowed this opportunity to slip her by. Summoning the courage to ask him, she nervously bit her lip while staring at her son.
Finally, Maureen asked her son the question that he, no doubt, had always wanted her to ask him and had always hoped to hear her ask. She asked him the question that he, no doubt, had always wanted to see his mother without her clothes. Something she thought that she'd never do, she was ready to strip herself naked in front of her son while he watched his mother slowly and sexily undress herself before his horny eyes.
This was it. This was really it. She was going to do it. No ands, ifs, buts, and maybes, no more stalling and no more excuses. Something that she had wanted to do for years, she was finally going to ask Patrick what he wanted her to ask, what he wanted to hear, and what he wanted to see. Depending on his answer, she was ready to give her son a slow and sexy, albeit drunken, striptease show of her hot, sexy, and shapely, naked body.
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She looked at him looking at her. Then, without stalling any longer, she asked her son the question that she hoped that he wanted to hear. She asked her son the question that she hoped that he wanted to see. Maureen asked her son if he wanted to see her, his mother, without her clothes.
"Would you like to see me naked, Patrick?"
She looked at him with sexual arousal while he stared at her with surprise mixed with sexual excitement. He looked at his mother with wide-eyed disbelief. Clearly stunned by his mother's inappropriate, sexual question, when he didn't answer her, couldn't answer her, she rephrased her question.
"Would you like to see me without my clothes? Would you like to see me in my panties and bra? Would you like to see me topless? Would you like to see Mommy naked?"
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It was late, so very late, after 2 in the morning. I stayed up waiting for my mother to return home but fell asleep on the couch until I heard two, car doors outside my house slam shut and women laughing and talking loudly. I looked out front the window and except for her friend, Shirley, the designated driver staying inside the driver's seat of the car, they were all drunk but for Shirley. Worried about my mother getting safely home, finally, I heard her and her two, best friends, Connie and Christine, noisily stumbling up the stairs.
With her having trouble finding her key, and dropping her keys twice while loudly laughing, I unlocked and opened the front door for her. She must have been leaning against the front door because when I opened it, she fell in my arms. I've never held my mother in my arms in such a sexual way. She felt firm and soft at the same time. Making me swoon and hardening my flaccid cock, her perfume, whatever it was, was intoxicating.
Instead of stepping away from me, something that I never expected her to do but always hoped that she'd do, with me not having to stealthily put them there, she moved my hand to her big tit. Then, she moved my other hand to her shapely ass. Something that I had never done but always imagined doing, I couldn't believe that I was holding my mother's blouse and bra clad breast in one hand and feeling her ass cheeks through her short skirt and panties with my other hand.
Then, shocking me as much as she sexually excited me, she stared up at me, smiled, closed her eyes, and kissed me. My mother kissed me. I couldn't believe that my mother kissed me. Much longer than just a peck on the lips, I couldn't believe that my mother kissed me. The first time my mother romantically kissed me, she kissed me on the lips as if I was her husband, her boyfriend, or her lover instead of her son.
Further surprising me, she stuck her tongue in my mouth. My mother parted my lips with her tongue and French kissed me. If it wasn't enough that she put my hand on her breast and my other hand on her ass, and as if it wasn't enough that my mother kissed me, she gave me a long, wet kiss. With her tongue playing hockey with my tongue, something that I'll be masturbating over later, I couldn't believe my mother French kissed me while allowing me to touch and feel her sexy body through her clothes.
I could smell the alcohol on her breath and taste the alcohol on her tongue. Yet, it didn't matter. My sexual fantasy come true, my mother French kissed me and allowed me to grope her big breast and squeeze her shapely ass. Not trying to hide it, unable to hide it even if I had tried to hide it, I already had an erection that tented my pajama bottoms.