The doorbell rang and I answered it. It was the delivery man with a package for my mother.
“Was that for me?” my mother asked, coming down the stairs.
She was still dressed in her office clothes after arriving home a few short minutes ago. She looked good. As a lawyer for a mid-sized downtown firm, it was practically required that she dress sharp.
Her fingers were still busy removing her earrings when she came down the stairs.
“It’s those books you ordered,” I said.
“Can you open it for me? Bring them to my room. Thanks.”
She casually removed one earring, before working to remove the other. She turned around and headed back to her room.
As expected, opening the sealed package was a pain in the ass. I used my fingers to tear the opening, then I threw the package away (saving the receipt & shipping information of course).
It was a few self-help books that my mother ordered. The books were about women in the workplace and leadership skills. My mother had recently become a partner at the law firm, which meant more work and more responsibilities. She needed to do her very best. Being a woman in a male dominated firm, it was important for her to succeed and to show that women are perfectly capable of being leaders.
Basically she ordered the books to boost her confidence, at least in my opinion anyway.
When I finally got to her upstairs bedroom, she was halfway dressed in her home clothes. Her make-up was still on, and she looked really pretty. I put the stack of new books on her bed and she glanced at them.
“Looks like I’ve got some reading to do,” she said, taking the top book and flipping through it.
“Are they all necessary?”
“Maybe not all of them. But it doesn’t hurt to read them.”
I nodded. “That’s for sure. Anyway, take a shower and go prepare dinner. I’m starting to get hungry.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me,” she said, giving me a sharp look. “I’m holding books on women in the workplace, and you’re talking to me like we’re in the 1950’s.”
“Relax. I’m only joking,” I said with a smile.
The skeptical look remained on her face. “I thought so.”
***
The weekend came and all my mother did was read her books. I liked to relax and do fun stuff since my week was busy with college. Normally, my mother enjoyed making pastries, exercising, stretching, or going out with friends.
But she just read during that weekend.
Those books meant a lot to her. When I walked around the house, I would see her with reading glasses on, reading so attentively that she barely noticed that I was there.
We ordered pizza for dinner that night because neither of us wanted to cook. She had literally spent the whole day reading, but since she was an experienced attorney, she must have been used to it.
“Don’t your eyes hurt?” I asked while we ate.
“I have a nice pair of glasses. And I read at the proper distance with the right amount of lighting.”
“Oh.”
We both went back to eating. I didn’t think she would mention the books again because she probably knew I wasn’t interested. But looking at her face, she was clearly still thinking about it. She’s always had an expressive face and it wasn’t hard to know what was on her mind.
“You know, I’ve learned a lot today,” she said. “Becoming a partner at a law firm is a huge step. I’m excited about it, but I’ll admit, I’ve been nervous these past few weeks.”
For a second, I was at a loss for words. I didn’t know exactly what to say. I didn’t even know if she was talking to me, or if she was just thinking out loud.
“So I’m assuming those books helped?” I finally asked.
“Definitely. The main thing I’ve learned is how to assert myself in a more authoritative way, without being seen as being bossy or the other b-word. A woman has to walk a fine line in the corporate world.”
I nodded. “Hopefully that’ll change.”
“Do you actually care about women’s equality? Or are you just agreeing with whatever I say?”
“I don’t know. But I’m happy for your promotion mom.”
“At least you’re being honest,” she replied with a faint shrug.
“Seriously though, you’ll do great. In my opinion, don’t overthink things. Don’t worry about all this discrimination and feminist stuff. It won’t help you.”
“Okay. And how many law firms or corporations have you worked for?” she asked with an eyebrow raised.
I shrugged. “None. I’ll be quiet now.”
Then I went back to eating because the conversation was unwinnable. My mother must have realized the same thing, and she finished her last slice of pizza.
***
A week had nearly passed. We didn’t see each other much during the weekday because I had college classes and my mother always had a packed schedule, especially since becoming partner.
On a Friday afternoon, I was home alone watching tv while my mother was still at work.
There was a knock at the door and I answered it. It was the delivery man again with another package for my mother. Unlike the previous package, my mother didn’t give me an advanced notice that something would be arriving.
I assumed she expected me to open it for her, since I opened the previous package. Instead of books, it was a small box. I wondered what it was.
When I opened the package, I got a big surprise.
My mother had ordered a vibrator. Not the old kind, but the new advanced kind. The kind that had a special top that was specifically designed to stimulate a woman’s clitoris. Obviously, I’m not an expert in a woman’s vibrator, but I’ve seen a few in porn videos.
A slew of thoughts ran through my mind. The most important question was; what the hell was my mother doing owning a vibrator? Obviously she’s a human like everyone else, and she has her needs, but it was a jarring thought to think of my prim & proper well-educated mother using a sex device.
The other major question I had was; what the hell do I do now? I had already opened the shipping package. It was inevitable that my mother would know that I had seen the sex device she ordered online. There was no way around it.
I went upstairs to her room and placed the box on her bed. Things were about to become awkward between us…
***
Later that evening. I helped my mother prepare dinner. She never mentioned the sex toy I placed on her bed. But it was clear that it was on her mind since she seemed a little passive for a while.
“Thanks for opening my package for me,” she said while chopping vegetables.
I was stirring a pot on the stove, and I couldn’t tell if she was being sarcastic or not. Her attention was still focused on chopping the food.
“Sorry,” I replied. “I thought you wanted me to open it.”
She stopped what she was doing and looked at me, then I looked at her. It was an awkward situation and I still couldn’t tell if she was upset.
“There’s nothing to be sorry about. You did me a favor.”
“So you’re not mad?” I asked.
She brought the cutting board to the stove and pushed the chopped vegetables inside the pot. We stood close to each other and our eyes were locked.
“Of course I’m not mad. It was my fault for not giving you proper instructions. Besides, it’s all part of the new me.”
There was a sassy look of confidence on her face as she turned away. She went to the sink to wash the cutting board, and I was left stirring the food, wondering what she meant.
“The new you?” I asked.
“Well, I’ve learned some things from the books I’ve been reading. The prevailing wisdom is that women have true equality when there is sexual equality. And it makes perfect sense. So, that means I shouldn’t be ashamed of having natural desires anymore. Sexually speaking, men and women should be viewed equally.”
There was a newfound confidence and boldness in her attitude and voice. My mother never would have mentioned sex so casually before. But that was before. Now, there was a sense of feminism around her, which made things incredibly weird.
“Oh, well, whatever works for you,” I replied.
She leaned against the kitchen countertop, facing me.
“I’ll stop now. You look very uncomfortable hearing about my crazy new ideology, right?”
“Kind of. But it makes sense. Sexual equality is usually at the forefront of social movements.”
She smiled, “Listen to us. We sound like a bunch of raving leftists.”
“At least I’m in college. What’s your excuse?”
She playfully shrugged, “I guess I don’t have one.”
“Have those books at least helped with your job? You know, since being promoted and everything.”
“Absolutely. No question. Not necessarily for major things. I was perfectly qualified to become partner at the firm. But the books I’ve been reading have helped with the subtle aspects of being a female leader.”
“That’s cool,” I replied. “Sounds like you’re doing great.”
“I am. And everyone in the office seems to think so too.”
“Awesome.”
“There’s an art to being a good leader,” she noted. “It’s all about saying the right things in the right way, if that makes any sense.”
“Yeah, I guess so.”
“Anyway, I hope I’m not boring you. Dinner is almost ready.”
With that, she prepared the plates while I stirred the pot a few times.
***
Later that night. I heard it. It was the dreaded awkward sound that I hoped to never hear. But I guess it was inevitable.
When I went down the hall in the middle of the night to use the bathroom, I heard a faint buzzing noise coming from my mother’s room. It was a low buzzing vibration which could only have come from my mother’s new vibrator.
I felt embarrassed for simply standing in front of my mother’s closed bedroom door to listen for a moment. I was curious. Lewd thoughts went through my mind. It must have been a jarring sight to see my well educated & respectable mother in bed, using a new vibrator on herself. I wondered what she thought about during her masturbation.
The buzzing sound stopped, and I quietly walked away so my mother wouldn’t know I was there. The last thing I ever wanted was for her knowing that I was listening.
***
Morning. We were both in the kitchen eating our breakfast. My mother was dressed in a sharp stylish suit, while she stood and finished her coffee. It was weird seeing her after I had listened to her masturbating with the vibrator the night before, but it was also kind of arousing.
“I ordered more things online,” she said before sipping her coffee again. “It should arrive in about a week.”
“Should I open it for you?”
My reply was sarcastic, since the last time I opened her package, I discovered her new vibrator. She easily picked up on the joke and gave me a sharp, but playful look. The kind of look only a mother could give.
“Go ahead,” she replied. “They’re books. Put them in my room.”
“What kind of books? The same motivational stuff as before?”
“Not exactly. They’re more spiritual books in a way. A colleague recommended them to me, and I’d like to keep an open mind.”
I nodded. “Whatever works for you.”
“Some of the content is a little unconventional,” she said with a playful shrug. “But if it worked for my colleague, then maybe it’ll work for me.”
And eventually, it did…
***
It was over a week later when the bundle of books had arrived. To my surprise, the books all had sexual themes. History of women’s sexual advancements, women’s sexual identities, sex and spirituality, and even a guide on female masturbation.
As I held them in my hand, I couldn’t help but feel extremely awkward, but slightly aroused. As someone who loves older women, I thought the idea of a woman reading this stuff was enticing, even if it was my own mother.
That night, my mother explained that a female colleague had recommended the books. The woman was in her 50’s, and had become a mentor to my mother in how to lead. They were also close friends for many years.
She seemed happy about her new direction in life. And I was happy for her.
Part 2 of 3: The New Experience
A few months later…
My mother won her first major settlement since becoming partner. She had spent a considerable amount of time on a fraud case which involved complex financial matters.
She tried explaining it to me a few times, but I could never understand.
It was a high point for my mother. She proved to herself, and to everyone at the firm, that she was worthy of her title. She was already well-regarded at work, but she got the validation that she desperately seemed to want (and in the form of a multi-million dollar settlement). Plus, she felt as though justice was served. She strongly believed in her case and the cause she was fighting for.
However, what neither of us knew at the time was that her big legal victory would be the catalyst for even more life changes. Changes which would reshape our lives forever.
***
We sat down together. She had just come home from work, and while she was still wearing her suit, she wanted to tell me something.
“I’m going on a short vacation at the end of the week,” she said happily.
“Really? Alone?”
“With people from the firm. It’s a small retreat. Women only.”
I raised an eyebrow. “Isn’t that sexist?”
“It’s not,” she replied, rolling her eyes. “It’s a fun little thing organized by some of the women I work with. It should be fun.”
“Well that’s cool.”
“Should be. We’re going to a Southern California resort for a few days.”
“Nice. I’m a little surprised though.”
“Why?”
“You’re a workaholic. Taking a sudden vacation doesn’t seem like something you’d do.”
“It was my senior partner’s idea,” she smiled. “I’ve busted my butt for years for that law firm. And now my work is being recognized. Particularly after that big settlement I helped reach. I’ve made the firm a lot of money.”
“Nice.”
“I know, right? Anyway, me and a few other ladies are going at the end of the week. It’s only for a few days.”
“Well you deserve it. You work really hard.”
She smiled again. “Thank you. I feel good about things. I’m excited. It’s hard to explain, but I finally feel that everything is coming together for me.”
I nodded and agreed. It was good seeing her so happy.
***
The rest of the week was her time to relax. It looked as though a weight had been lifted from her chest. She finally got to loosen up. And she spent plenty of time shopping for the perfect outfits to wear for the trip.
I caught a few glimpses of her new stuff when I passed by her room and saw her packing. She bought a few pairs of bikinis, which seemed unlike her. She was always a prude when it came to showing her body. But I was glad she was excited and going to have fun.
When she finally left, I was happy for her, and also happy that I had the house to myself. Who doesn’t like living alone for a while? I got to do whatever I wanted, whenever I wanted.
My mother constantly texted me. That’s just the way she was. She was worried about me. And she was probably more worried that I would do something crazy like throw a big party at home (which wasn’t my thing anyway). She also promised take a bunch of pictures and send them to me.
The day after she arrived, I got an email from my mother. There was no message or anything. Just a bunch of pictures of the Southern California view. Pictures of the resort. The ocean, the beach, trees, boats, things like that. No pictures of her or the colleagues. It looked gorgeous and I wished I was there.
On the next day, she sent even more pictures. More pictures from the beach and resort area. This time, there were some pictures of my mother taken by a colleague. She wore a bikini, but it was covered by a white tshirt. There were also pictures of her friends, as well as group photos. I had met some of her colleagues before. They’re very nice people. One of them was her ‘mentor,’ a lawyer in her 50’s. The other two were also lawyers, and the other person was a young paralegal.
Looking at the group photos, it was clear that they were a bunch of legal professionals looking to relax. Despite their laid back beach attire, they still had the appearance of being well-educated and a bit wonky. That’s not a bad thing. That’s just the type of women they are. There was nothing but smiles on their faces as they posed on the resort and beach.
On the third night, I received an email from my mother. It was titled Greetings from So Cal
I clicked open the email and read it:
I hope everything is okay at home. We’re all having a great time here. I’ll tell you more when I get back. Here are some pictures.
love mom
With a simple click, everything was downloaded. There were 68 images total, which meant that my mother had another fun day with her friends. And with that many images, I only wanted to skim through it. After all, I expected the pictures to be all the same anyway. All of the previous pictures were mostly of the same things.
I scrolled down and I was right. More pictures of the ocean, the beach, trees, the resort, and her friends. I nearly closed the file, but I continued scrolling down anyway.
That’s when a particular image caught my eye. I enlarged one of the pictures and I couldn’t believe what I saw. My mother’s 50 year old legal mentor was topless on the beach with a smile on her face. It was the most natural thing in the world to that lady. She was a very nice person and I couldn’t believe that I had just seen her topless. Her breasts sagged a little (which I didn’t mind) and she looked great for any age. More importantly, I couldn’t believe that my mother had sent that to me, or even taken that picture.
It must have been a mistake.
I scrolled down, wondering what other surprises I might find. Or, in other words, what surprises my mother must have accidentally sent me.
Like any young man, I carefully scanned the rest of the pictures for any nude images. I saw her lawyer friends topless too. They were gorgeous. And I couldn’t believe my eyes. Her young paralegal was completely nude coming out of the ocean water. It was an unbelievable set of pictures. And I was continuously surprised that my mother would take such pictures of blatant nudity from her friends.
I was aroused. Very aroused.
The final picture is what nearly caused my jaw to drop. It was a picture of all the friends topless, including the naked paralegal. The picture included my bare breasted mom smiling at the camera.
It was hard to believe that my once prudish mother would pose topless in a public area. With a smile on her face, standing next to her topless friends, she looked so brazen and comfortable with her body.
I became strangely aroused seeing her body, which was beautifully shaped and mature. Her skin was a bright shade of white. Her breasts were about average size. The shape of her breasts and body reflected her age (in a good way). Anyone who has a thing for classy older women would definitely find my mother extremely attractive.
As I stared at the topless photo of the group, there was no doubt in my mind that my mother had sent the last set of pictures by accident. She was becoming more open with herself, but there was no way she would be that open.
My suspicion was confirmed a minute later, when I received another email from my mother entitled, Please don’t open the last email.
I clicked and read the new message:
don’t open the other email. delete it. i sent you the wrong one. here are the right set of pictures
I opened the file and saw that it was mostly the exact same pictures. But less. The nude pictures at the end had been removed. I could only imagine how humiliated she must have felt by sending me the wrong images.
My mother could be clumsy with technology sometimes, and I was sure that she would never make that same mistake again.
***
She came home with a relaxed aura. I had never seen her so laid back before. The brief vacation had worked wonders. She smiled more, she was more upbeat, and she laughed a little more often.
Her body also had a nice tan. I couldn’t remember seeing her so tanned before. It made her look different and less corporate. It gave her a more free-spirited look. When she wore a tshirt around the house, I saw that the tan looked equal around her body. I didn’t see any tan lines, which meant that during her trip, she had plenty of time to tan all-over.
I wondered if her breasts were the same way. I wondered if she sunbathed topless with her law firm friends.
***
Saturday morning. I woke up and went downstairs around 10 am, which was my usual time.
When I went to the kitchen, mom had just come from the backyard, through the sliding door. She was barefoot, wearing shorts and a bikini. She used a towel to cover her chest when she saw me. Then she gave me an awkward smile.
It was the first time I had ever seen her in a bikini top in person.
Another thing that made it weird was that I knew exactly what her breasts looked like from the pictures she sent (which I must have looked at over a million times). I hadn’t deleted the pictures she sent me. She had never mentioned it since accidentally sending it to me. Maybe she was too shy to bring it up. Or maybe she just didn’t mind?
We both said ‘good morning’ while we were in the kitchen. She moved the towel around and tied it around her chest, as if she had just taken a shower. When she did that, it gave me a brief glimpse of her bikini covered chest.
Her skin tone looked even. There weren’t any tan lines around her shoulders or upper chest, which meant that during her trip, she probably sunbathed topless. It was an arousing thought.
“Were you tanning?” I asked.
She smiled, “My new favorite hobby, if you can believe it.”
Just then, I had imagined my mother tanning in our backyard. We lived in a nice quiet residential area, near a hiking trail. That meant that we didn’t have any neighbors behind us. So she would have no problem tanning in privacy.
“Well, you look great. Nice tan. It makes you look different.”
The look on her face changed. She obviously appreciated my comment.
“I know. It does. It makes me look younger.”
She went to the fridge and grabbed some juice which she poured in a cup. I watched as she drank it, thinking to myself how good she looked.
When she finished her drink, she put the cup in the sink and looked at me.
“Why don’t you join me tomorrow?” she asked. “We can meet outside at 7 am. The sunrise is breathtaking. I can’t believe I’ve missed it all these years.”
“Is that what you did during your trip?”
She nodded. “We watched the sunrise as a group. Sunsets too. It’s such a spiritual thing. Watching the beautiful sight in silence. It makes me feel like I’m part of the universe.”
“You sound like a hippy now.”
She shrugged. “I know. But it makes me happy. So how about joining me tomorrow? We’ll watch the sunrise while laying on the lounge chairs. Then we’ll work on our tans. Maybe do some yoga after.”
“No thanks. I don’t want to wake up that early. Plus I don’t want to ruin your ‘alone time.’ You seem so relaxed these days. Good for you.”
She smiled again, “The invitation is always open.”
***
The next morning. I woke up early in my bed and just laid there. It was 8:39 am. Since it had been a hot night, I had left the window in my room slightly open.
That’s when I heard it. The sound was incredibly faint. But since my room was silent, and my window was slightly open, I was able to notice it.
It was a vibrating sound. The same one I heard coming from my mother’s bedroom before. This time, the sound came from outside.
‘It couldn’t be. Could it?’ I thought.
I got up and went to my window, which had a view of our backyard and the nearby hiking trail. I quietly pushed the curtain aside so it wouldn’t make a noise.
When I looked down, I saw my mother’s feet. Just her feet, as she laid on a lounge chair. I couldn’t see the rest of my mother’s body because she was so close to the house. As my ears were near the window, there was no doubt that I was listening to my mother using a vibrator.
Her toes wiggled. There was a faint moan. Then another. I couldn’t believe that my mother was doing something so brazen outdoors. I tried to imagine if she was naked or just bottomless. A part of me wanted to sneak downstairs and try to take a peek, but I was too afraid of getting caught.
She made a small gasping noise. It was clear that she was trying to keep her noise levels down. I watched her feet and toes straightened, which was the universal sign that she was experiencing an orgasm.
A moment later, the vibrating noise ended, and my mother’s feet suddenly became relaxed.
Holy shit. Did that just happen?
***
I came down the stairs soon after. I couldn’t get back to sleep because my adrenaline was pumping. My mother was in the kitchen having breakfast.
This time, there was a towel wrapped over her left shoulder. Her bikini clad chest was proudly on display. Her tanned skin showing its new color. She made no attempt to cover herself as I went to the kitchen.
There were trickles of sweat around her chest and face. She explained that she had just finished doing several yoga moves under the morning sun, and that’s what made her sweat. It was all part of her new fitness plan. It was a routine she had learned from her friends.
“That trip sounds life changing,” I joked.
“It was a real eye-opener. That’s for sure.”
“Yeah, I could tell. Especially in those pictures you sent.”
Those words left my mouth before I had time to think. I instantly regretted bringing up the nude pictures my mother accidentally sent me. But she didn’t seem too upset about it. Instead, she gave me one of those motherly looks that only she could give.
“This conversation was inevitable I suppose,” she said.
I nervously tried to backtrack. “We don’t have to. I mean, whatever you’re doing is pretty cool. As long as you’re happy, right?”
“Come on. Pour yourself some juice and let’s go outside. We need to talk.”
*
A moment later, we laid on separate lounge chairs outside. We were facing the nice view that we had of a hiking trail; trees, big rocks, hills, ect…
Next to my mother, on the floor, there was a small unmarked box. I was sure that my mother’s vibrator was inside.
We took sips of our juice and I waited for my mother to say something.
“I really need to apologize for some of those pictures,” she finally said. “We took those for fun. And obviously they were supposed to be private. I was in such a hurry to email you that I forgot that some of the images were inappropriate. I realized what a horrible mistake I made a few minutes later, and I prayed that you hadn’t seen them yet. But obviously you have.”
“I’ve seen tits before. It’s no big deal.”
“But you’ve never seen my tits before,” she emphasized. “And frankly, you shouldn’t have seen them.”
Things were getting uncomfortable as the conversation became serious.
“I hope you’re not embarrassed by…”
“Listen,” she said softly, cutting me off. “You shouldn’t have seen my breasts on those pictures. But frankly, I don’t really have a problem with it.”
“You don’t?”
“No. Why should I? I’m a woman. And women have breasts. That’s a simple fact of life, and basic human biology. And I’m proud to be a strong & confident woman.”
There was pride in her voice. I had never seen my mother enthusiastically proclaim her feminine side before.
“I like your new attitude.”
She raised an eyebrow. “Why? Because you saw my tits? Because you saw my colleagues naked?”
“That’s part of it,” I playfully shrugged. “But mainly because, I like strong women. I think it’s great. And I like seeing you so confident instead of being so insecure all the time.”
“You know, I never truly understood my power until that trip. The power that all women secretly have.”
“Power?”
“Girl power,” she explained. “When I first took my top off at the beach, I was so nervous. But my friend told me that I was doing it wrong. I needed to be confident and bold. Stand up straight. Chin up. Boobs forward. Then I’ll see the results. Sure enough, when I walked around the beach with my breasts out, I could have had any man I wanted.”
My cock was stirring in my shorts. I was becoming aroused. By the sound of mom’s voice, I could tell she was getting aroused too.
She continued, “My breasts had a magnetic effect that morning. Men turned their heads. Some women too. I felt as though I could have whatever I wanted. People would do whatever I wished. That’s power. True power.”
Her breathing became slightly heavier. So did mine.
She continued, “I’m not saying that I’m a perfect 10 or a glamour model. Believe me, I’m not an arrogant person. What I’m saying is, confidence means a lot. From that morning, I was hooked with the whole nudity thing. So were my colleagues. We sunbathed naked. We swam naked. It was a great time that I’ll always remember.”
“You sound like you miss it,” I noted.
“Of course. And a few other things.”
There was a particular tone in her voice, like she was thinking of something that was a secret, and it only made me more curious.
“Like what?”
“You don’t want to know.”
“After everything you’ve told me so far?” I asked, trying to pry the secrets out of her.
She thought for a moment, looking out into the view. “You remember my paralegal, Christine, don’t you?”
“You bet. She’s pretty.”
“She’s also a lesbian.”
My cock became fully erect at that point. I slightly adjusted my shorts to cover it.
“Really? I wouldn’t have guessed.”
“Neither would I,” mom replied. “As it turns out, Christine is very fond of women. Especially older women. It’s her favorite.”
“Now this is getting interesting,” I joked, unsure of what else to say.
She smiled, “It’s about to get even more interesting. We rented a small boat and took it out to sea. All of us were naked. Imagine that, a group of female legal professionals, naked in a boat. What do you think happened next?”
I gulped, “I can only imagine.”
“Christine took turns performing oral sex on us. For us, it was the first time ever experiencing such a thing. For Christine, it was a dream come true. We gladly returned the favor after that.”
I was stunned. Stunned beyond words. Hearing about my mother’s sapphic adventures was an explosive revelation. And it only made me more aroused.
“Are you a…”
“A lesbian?” she asked with a playfully sultry voice. “No. I’m not. It was a chance to explore my sexuality and try new things. I wasn’t going to refuse.”
“I’m surprised.”
“Me too,” she nodded. “I’m not telling you this to be obscene, or to tease you. I’m telling you because you might find out eventually.”
“What do you mean?”
“Obviously I can be a real ditz with computers. Sometimes I leave things around because I’m always trying to multi-task. And I always have a lot on my mind with work. So, it might be inevitable that you see something that’s shocking, like those nude pictures that I mistakenly emailed you.”
“That makes sense.”
“You don’t seem so upset.”
“Why should I? We’re both adults. Plus you’re a beautiful lady.”
“Did you like seeing my breasts? Be honest.”
I cleared my throat. “If we’re being honest, then sure, I liked seeing it. They’re nice to look at.”
“Do you still look at those pictures?”
“Okay, I don’t think it’s…”
She cut me off. “Tell me. I’ve been so honest with you. I think I deserve a little more honesty in return.”
I gulped. “Sometimes. I still look at it.”
“To see me, or my friends?”
“Both.”
“Would you mind if I was topless right now?” she asked bluntly. “I’d like to maintain my tan during the weekends. But I don’t want to feel like I’m sneaking around to avoid you. So do you mind if I did it openly?”
The moment of truth had arrived.
“No.”
She slowly nodded. “Thank you.”
She reached back and undid her bikini top. Then she put her hands in front of her chest and pulled her top away. Her breasts were free. Her brown nipples hard. There wasn’t a single tan line on her chest. Her breasts had become used to being exposed to the sun.
“Would you mind if this was the new normal?” she asked.
“Of course not.”
She simply smiled and laid on the lounge chair to relax. Breasts proudly exposed for me to see.
Part 3 of 3: The Newfound Confidence
A week later. On the following Saturday morning, I was awoken with my mother standing near me. She was pushing my shoulder while I slept in bed.
“Wake up,” she whispered. “The sun is coming up.”
“So?” I groaned.
“It’s going to be beautiful. Come on.”
“I’ll watch the replay on youtube,” I groaned again, closing my eyes.
“Look.”
When I forced an eye open, I saw my mother holding her tshirt up to reveal one of her bare breasts. There was a smile on her face. Both of my eyes instantly shot open.
“What the…oh…nice…”
She pulled her tshirt back down. “Not so sleepy anymore, are you?”
“I’m awake.”
“Outside in 10 minutes. The sun is coming up.”
She left the room and I got out of bed.
After washing myself, I went down the stairs. It was going to be a hot day, and I felt fine wearing a simple tshirt and shorts.
My mother had changed outfits. She wore cotton shorts, a bikini, and a small white tshirt over it.
We sat on the lounge chairs at the perfect time. The sun was coming up. As beautiful as it was, all I could think about was my mother sitting next to me. We were only a few feet apart. I wondered if she had any sexual feelings over showing me her breast a few minutes earlier. I briefly glanced in her direction and saw that her eyes were fixated on the sunrise. There was a look of serenity to her.
I kept waiting for her to say something. After all, she was the one who invited me down to watch the sunrise with her. I figured she had something to say. I hoped she did. I secretly enjoyed listening to her stories of self-liberation. In a strange way, I found it very arousing.
Minutes passed until the sun had risen. We squinted our eyes at the strong light.
“Feel like a morning stretch?” she asked.
“I don’t like doing much in the morning.”
“Are you sure? It’s a great way to start the day.”
“I’m still too tired to move anyway.”
There was a short pause. “Mind if I do it? It’s become a weekend habit for me. It helps relive all of the stress from the week.”
“It’s your body. Do whatever you need,” I encouraged.
She must have sensed that I was encouraging her because she gave a knowing smile, as if she knew I was enjoying things a little too much.
As she got up to stand on the backyard lawn, her body appeared as a silhouette, since the sun was in front of her. All I saw was the shape of her body with the sun in the background. She pulled her shirt away and threw it on the lawn. She took several steps forward and did some light arm movements. Then some light leg movements.
Then she got down on the grass and did some serious stretching.
She explained every stretch. Every yoga pose. Every benefit it provided to her body. Every spiritual benefit it gave to her. Her body was a mesmerizing sight as she stretched.
“Elizabeth taught me these poses during the vacation,” mom explained.
Elizabeth was the 50 year old lawyer who mentored my mother at the firm. I suddenly imagined them doing naked yoga during their vacation together.
She continued, “It was hard at first. Each pose was a unique challenge. I’ve always been fairly flexible, so I already had a nice base.”
My mother adjusted herself and struck a more challenging pose. She sat on the grass and stretched the muscles of her mid-section.
She continued, “You know, Elizabeth has been very instrumental to my spiritual growth. Liz was the person who recommended those books to me. And she suggested that I purchase that particular vibrator. It’s worked wonders for me. The books have really opened my mind. And the vibrator, my gosh.”
There was no doubt in my mother’s voice. She was proud of herself. No question. Then she released the pose and put both feet forward, reaching across to touch her toes.
She continued, “Things escalated quickly during the trip. Much quicker than I could have ever anticipated. I learned things about myself. New things. I was pushed to new limits. I found my inner strength. And my outer strength.”
The pose was released. Then she struck a much harder pose. She placed her forearms on the grass, then she lifted her legs, feet in the air. Her entire body weight rested on her forearms. Her body was straight. She was upside down. The muscles in her arms looked tightly flexed.
She continued, “This isn’t boring you, is it?”
Her voice was slightly strained because of the intense physical exertion she was performing.
“Of course not. No way. I’m listening.”
“I thought you would enjoy hearing this. Especially since this concerns you.”
“It does?”
My mother remained silent for a moment. Then she breathed harder. Her arms and body must have been getting tired from the upside down pose.
It finally came to an end, and my mother brought her feet down. She quickly stood back up and took a deep breath. She looked exhausted and she shook her arms to relieve the tightness in her muscles.
“It does,” she finally said. “Believe it or not, we shared intimate things during our trip. Stories I mean. We bared our souls to each other. We revealed everything. I’ve tried to keep an open mind, sexually speaking. But what I heard shocked me to the core. And in a good way.”
I simply listened attentively.
She continued, “As it turns out, believe it or not, Elizabeth is far more liberated than I ever could have imagined. Sexually speaking, she’s open to everything. And she’s done everything too. I won’t go into all the details, but that woman is experienced. Anyway, she dropped a bombshell one night that I still don’t think I’ve recovered from.”
I listened, wondering where this was headed.
She continued, “Elizabeth keeps an open mind. And she keeps her legs open just as wide. Even for her own son.”
I was taken aback. “You mean the Elizabeth from your work? Your colleague? The one from the trip?”
She smiled, “Yes, that Elizabeth.”
“Are you saying that…”
“Yes, I’m saying that.”
“No way. It has to be a joke. I mean it’s a beachside vacation. Of course people are going to exaggerate.”
“I saw the pictures.”
There was suddenly a silence between us. I was shocked. And my mother had a look on her face which said, ‘yeah, believe it, because it’s true.’
“Wow,” I managed to say.
“Wow is the correct response.”
“What exactly did you see in the pictures?”
“Things which are so naughty, I’d rather not discuss,” she replied. “Elizabeth is single. She’s in her sexual prime. And she has an adult son. Apparently, she’s a big fan of keeping things in the family.”
“Why would she talk about it? Shouldn’t that be a secret? Assuming it’s true.”
“Because, as it turns out, incest is a big part of her spiritual & sexual growth. It’s something that’s come to define her. You see, Liz believes that regular orgasms with a partner is a necessity. It’s part of being a healthy person. She also believes that the maternal bond from a mother/son relationship only increases the power of the orgasm.”
My mother suddenly bent down in a squatting position and held the pose. The muscles in her legs were heavily flexed, and it looked exhausting.
She continued, “So, once Liz’s son had turned 18 many years ago, she made the offer. And the offer was, that if he was respectful and discreet, then she was willing to provide sexual services. The deal was accepted and they formed a symbiotic sexual relationship. It led to the best orgasms they’ve ever experienced in their lives. And they do it on a regular basis.”
“Oh…” I gasped.
She smiled, “I thought the same thing. I was stunned hearing my best friend admit to something like that. But the more I thought about it, the more sense it seemed to make. It’s worked very well for them.”
Her legs reached exhaustion and she stood upright. Then she briefly shook each leg to relieve the tension from the prolonged squatting position.
“Sounds like a provocative story.”
“I know,” she nodded. “Now I’m making that offer with you.”
My cock instantly stirred in my shorts. It was hard to see the reaction on her face because the sun was behind her. But the tone in her voice was clear. It was a serious offer.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”
“I know it’s unusual” she said. “It goes against the rules of society. It’s frowned upon. And if people ever found out, I would likely be ruined, socially, and in my legal career.”
“I understand.”
“There are many benefits to the risk though. We live together. We understand each other. And most importantly, we love each other. I’ve thought about this a lot, especially in the past week. It’s certainly doable. But only if you’re interested. And only if you promise to keep this a secret.”
The moment was tense, yet surprisingly casual. My mother didn’t view the offer as something lewd or lascivious. She viewed the offer as something that was the beneficial to both of our well-beings. She viewed it as a necessity to her spiritual growth. And that was what allowed her to find the courage to ask such a thing.
Before, the thought of incest would have never crossed her mind. I was sure of that. She would have been repulsed by it. Now, it was something she wanted to engage in as part of her newfound confidence.
I couldn’t refuse. It was something she needed. Something she wanted. I wanted it too.
The words fumbled out of my mouth. “If you’re serious, then…umm…I guess, but it’s up to you.”
She smiled, “Don’t be nervous. I know you’ve had sex before. So please don’t feel uncomfortable discussing this with me.”
“Okay.”
“In order to create a fair and binding contract, you would have to know what you’re bargaining for. I’ve made a firm offer. Now you’re going to have to understand what you’re accepting. Does that make sense?”
Even in a sexual setting, my mother was still speaking like a legal professional. Being an intellectual-minded person was part of her identity. And that only made things extra hot (at least for me).
“That makes perfect sense.”
She took a few steps towards me. I was still laying back on the lounge chair and I had no clue what to expect.
The burning question was answered when my mother pulled her bottom down. Then she removed her bikini bottom. I was in a state of utter shock, but in contrast, my mother couldn’t have looked any calmer. Her cleanly shaven vagina was on full display.
“Don’t move,” she said. “You’re in the perfect position.”
As I laid on the lounge chair, my bottomless mother came towards me. She spread her legs, showed her flexibility, and continued to step over the lounge chair I was sitting on.
The lounge chair was low. And there were no arm rests. So it wasn’t too difficult to do. But the sight was incredible. In order for my mother to stand over my lounge chair, and stand just above me, she had to spread her legs to its fullest extent. And I was able to see everything.
She continued moving forward until her bare vagina was mere inches away from my face.
“What do you think?” she asked.
Before I could answer, she used her fingers to pull her labia apart, giving me a clear view of her clitoris and vaginal opening. Her brown labia was spread wide. Her clit looked engorged. Her insides were pink and wet. She was spread so wide, I could see the deep hole. There was no doubt that she was incredibly aroused. It looked like an inviting pussy that craved attention.
“It looks gorgeous,” I managed to say.
“So, our deal. What do you think? Are you willing to accept? If you do, you’re bound to secrecy. Forever. No one can ever know.”
I was about to reply. In a surreal moment, my mother sensed that my answer was going to be ‘yes,’ and so she put her finger on my lips, stopping me.
She continued, “Don’t say it. Accept it by performance.”
And then she moved her hips forward.
Her open pussy was an inch from my face. I saw every line, detail, and drip of moisture on her pussy. This was something she craved.
I leaned forward and gave it a lick. A big lick. Her body tensed. She moaned. Her legs slightly trembled. Then I gave her an even bigger lick. Her body reacted once again.
With my lips pressing onto her vagina, performing oral sex, I looked up and saw the expression on my mother’s face. She looked down towards me.
Our eyes were locked together while I gave her oral pleasure.
There was something so arousing about the expressions on her face. It was like she couldn’t believe that my tongue was inside her pussy, licking up and down. There was a curious look in her eyes. Obviously she’s had her pussy eaten before, but what made the moment so intense was that it was her own son doing it.
She had later told me that she had fantasized about that moment so many times during the past week, and when it actually happened, she was blown away by the feeling of exploring the ultimate taboo.
“Do you like the way I taste?” she asked. “Just nod if you like it.”
I nodded.
“I thought so,” she said. “The other women on the trip said that I taste like sweet nectar. I figured you would enjoy it also.”
The hard-on in my shorts suddenly raged. Licking her pussy was one thing. Imagining all of her female colleagues at the law firm tasting her pussy was something else. I became far more aroused, and my mother immediately sensed it.
“That’s enough for now,” she said. “We still need to formalize our contract, don’t you think?”
There was a twinkle in my mother’s eye, and I could tell she was having fun with this.
I moved my mouth away. “I’d have to agree. After all, you’re the expert lawyer, not me.”
“That’s right. There’s still one more step regarding the inspection of my goods. Of course, we’re referring to my vagina. Ready for the next step in negotiations?”
“You bet.”
She walked backwards, legs still spread, until she was at the bottom of my lounge chair. She tugged my shorts, and I lifted myself so that my shorts would come off. She pulled my underwear too.
It was beyond strange being naked below the waist. My hard cock was fully exposed and my mother looked surprised by it. Maybe she wasn’t expecting me to be so aroused by her. Or maybe she was surprised that this was actually happening.
In yet another display of flexibility, she spread her legs again and stood over the chair I was sitting on. She stood just above my hard cock, then she slowly lowered herself. For the first time, she touched my erection with her soft fingers to hold my cock upright.
The entrance wasn’t hard. It wasn’t difficult at all. Her legs were spread wide open. Most of all, her pussy was soaking wet, providing more than enough natural lubrication. My cock slid inside her little hole, which was warm and moist.
Both of us gasped as my cock went all the way inside her. It felt amazing for both of us.
“Consideration is a very important aspect of creating a binding contract,” she explained. “There must be a quid-pro-quo. In other words, both of us have to perform something. It’s not fair that I simply offer you my womanhood & sexuality. I need something in return.”
She clenched her vaginal muscles, which sent a shock of pleasure throughout my body. Then she gently rocked her hips.
She continued, “And what I need in return are orgasms. This isn’t a free sexual experience for you. This is for both of us. It’s for both of our spiritual well being. So we can live happily and be healthy. Understood?”
“So much pressure,” I smiled.
She winked, “Then you better start performing.”
“Good sex requires the participation of two people.”
“That’s true.”
I suddenly caught her off-guard by grabbing her hips and pulling her forward, while my hard cock was deep in her pussy. Her eyes suddenly widened. Whatever she was about to say, she suddenly forget. It wasn’t important anymore. The only thing that was important in that moment was our sexual feelings.
She rocked her hips while my hands guided her. It was a hot & steamy outdoor sexual experience. And with my own mother no less.
A slight movement formed on her lips. It looked like a combination of a smile and a grin. Her hips arched upwards. So did her eyebrows. There was a mischievous twinkle in her eyes. It was something I had never seen before. The look on her face was something I could never forget. And I knew she was experiencing something she had never felt before.
The curiosity was gone. She no longer had to wonder what a mother/son encounter would feel like. She was enjoying it first hand. Her hips continued rocking.
“Oh my god,” she groaned, still rocking her hips. “I had no idea being a lawyer and teaching contracts could be so much fun.”
“You’d be a great law professor,” I teased.
She slapped my chest. “This is only for you.”
Her attention returned to the intense feeling in her pussy. She rocked her body in a particular way. Just the way she liked. She did things the exact way she wanted. She was commanding the performance. Her eyes closed and she just enjoyed the moment. The blissful tender moment.
My hands rubbed up & down her thighs. Her skin felt soft and warm.
I couldn’t help but admire my mother’s beauty during the sexual experience. It was like she had blossomed. She was still a respectable well-educated woman. But now she had embraced her sexuality. She was open about what she wanted. And she was no longer shy about her most intimate needs and desires. And what she wanted was an orgasm.
She reached down and rubbed her clit while we fucked.
Whatever she did, it worked. Her eyes opened again. Lust was all over her face. Her two fingers rubbed her clitoris in a fast, circular motion. That, combined with my cock pounding her delicate pussy was an extremely potent combination.
“I’m so close,” she groaned. “I’m almost there.”
And she was right. After a few more moments of rubbing her clit intensely, and her bouncing on my cock, she came.
Her orgasm appeared in the form of a loud scream. Her face clenched. Her body became tense. Her vagina squeezed. And her back arched upwards. She squirted on my body. A trickle of fluids came from her pussy and dripped everywhere. Her breathing became labored and she made soft panting noises.
It wasn’t long before I came. Even though my mother had just orgasmed, she still made an effort for me to climax. It wasn’t hard since I was already at the tipping point. She clenched her vaginal muscles and bounced a few more times, until my cum flooded her already wet vagina.
When it was done, she bent down and laid on my chest. We breathed heavily. It felt nice holding her after an orgasm. My soft cock was still inside her.
The sound of her breathing was so erotic. Short and heavy breaths. Her chest was beating. Then things quickly slowed down. It slowed and slowed. It had been a long morning. She needed rest.
It was a tender moment. One that we would never forget.
Epilogue:
A few months later. I came down the stairs for breakfast on a usual Saturday morning. Nothing was out of the ordinary that day. Nothing special planned.
When I was in the kitchen, I saw my mother in the backyard.
She was completely naked doing yoga. Even more arousing, she was talking on the phone while doing an advanced move. Her head and forearms were on the grass, and her body was completely straight while she was upside down.
It was sexy seeing her breasts hang downwards. It was also sexy that whoever she was talking to had no idea that my mother was naked.
I overheard her talking about some legal matter. Before, she never talked about work during the weekend. But since becoming a partner at the firm, it had become a normal thing.
The call ended and my mother got back to her feet.
She came inside the house, completely naked, holding her phone. There was a faint look of stress on her face. She sighed.
“Work stuff?” I asked, as I prepared my breakfast.
She walked towards me and got down on her knees.
“Yes, work stuff. I’ve got a new client who suffered a breach of contract. Apparently, many people don’t value or understand contract law.”
She pulled the front of my shorts down to reveal my semi-hard cock.
“Not like us, right?”
She smiled and winked, “Not like us.”
With that, my mother engulfed my cock. Her lips wrapped tightly around me. Her tongue worked its magic. She began to suck and bob her head. Life couldn’t have been better for either of us.
