Confessions of a Loving Mother

"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 nothing wrong 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.