Hi, I'm Ben. This is the story about my mother and me. It begins with the familiar return from college and a difficult re-insertion into the home life that I had left four years earlier and had not been part of except for Christmas holidays and the summer after my first year. Each summer after that I had worked a dream job as part of the crew for a company chartering sailboats in the Caribbean. I did that for the first two months after graduation but, due to the sagging economy, the company was f***ed to let me go. So there I was, on my parents' doorstep, degree in hand and a few hundred bucks... Continue»
How Mom Saved Nude Day
I live at home with my dad, mom and s****r. We live on the outskirts of the city in our four-bedroom house with a big backyard. My s****r Sandy and I were homeschooled, but my s****r is a year older and is now attending a community college in the city. She still lives at home and drives mom's car to class. I'm finishing up my home studies which are the equivalent of a senior year in high school.
My dad always had a free spirit. He considered himself one of the baby boomers and was a huge hippie. His lifestyle, by default, carried over to my mom and later to my s****r and me. We ate only organic food, listened to blue grass and reggae music, and celebrated all of the hippie holidays like Earth Day, Peace Day, Green Day, and even Nude Day. As a matter of fact, my dad was a pretty active nudist -- besides walking around the house naked all the time, he was a member of the local nudist club; he even attended special nudist camps and conferences. Mom was supportive of my dad's "hobby" (that's what she called it) and sometimes attended the nudist gatherings with him.
Nudity was quite common in our household. Dad never wore clothes at home, except when he was too cold or he was going somewhere. On really hot summer days, mom would get topless to help her stay cool. Sandy wasn't a shy person either, but she usually kept her nudity to her room or the bathroom. She and I shared a bathroom and we never locked the door. More often than not we walked in on each other completely in the buff and it was never a big deal. After all, on Nude Day we would all get naked together.
It never bothered me to see the members of my f****y naked, however, when I turned eighteen I became getting self-conscious about being naked myself. At this age I was getting raging hard-ons all the time and I did not want anyone to see me like this, especially my s****r. During last year's Nude Day, when I was naked, tossing the frisbee with my dad, I got a boner. My s****r immediately noticed and began making fun of me for it, acting like she had never seen one. At first I was a little surprised since it wasn't the first time she had seen me this way -- I often had boners in the morning when we both needed to use the bathroom. Dad soon joined Sandy and they both were making jokes about my boner. For some reason, hearing them making fun of me like that made me incredibly uncomfortable and I felt very embarrassed. Since that day I developed sort of an anxiety and I got nervous every time I felt an oncoming erection around other people. I timed my bathroom trips so I wouldn't run into my s****r and I began wearing loose clothing to conceal my embarrassment in case I got a boner. Sometimes the loose clothes wouldn't be enough to hide my stiff, nine inch cock and I often received strange looks when I stormed out of the room to hide the tent in my pants.
Summer was drawing near and I was busy with finishing up the exams and getting my diploma. The exams weren't that hard, but I wanted to get a perfect score on each one of them. It was also time to think about what I was going to do after I graduated. I wanted to show my parents that I was smarter than my older s****r and instead of going to the same community college I decided I would apply to the university. I was worried that my home education would not be good enough to get into such a prestigious establishment, but I decided to try my luck anyway. With the help of my dad I filled out all of the paperwork and sent in my application. I was so preoccupied with all of these things that I completely forgot about the upcoming holiday -- the Nude Day.
It was dad who reminded me. "We're going to host a little get together this year for Nude Day," he said at a f****y dinner.
"Oh, what a great idea!" chirped Sandy, who always thought that all of our dad's ideas were great. She was such a kiss-ass.
"Like, a nude get together?" I asked feeling a chill run down my spine.
"It is the Nude Day after all," dad chuckled. He took a bite of his food and looked at me. "Do you still want to go to the university, Steve?"
"Yes, of course," I answered. "If I get accepted."
"I'm sure you will, son," said dad with a wink. "I happen to know the dean of the admissions at the university and he happens to also be a nudist. I think I'll invite him over for Nude Day. What a better way to make a good impression on him, eh Steve?"
"Crap," I thought. I was already thinking about not attending this Nude Day party and now my dad throws a curveball at me.
"Who else did you invite, honey?" asked my mom.
"Let's see -- there's the dean and his wife, Tom and Linda, Jerry and Sarah and some other people from the local nudist club. About twenty people in total."
"That's quite a bit of guests." Mom frowned.
"Don't worry. I'll grill enough food for everyone and order a keg of beer. This will be the first time I'm hosting a club gathering and I want to show everyone what a supportive f****y I have." Dad looked cheerfully at Sandy and me. "Well, I'm all done. It was wonderful, as always." Dad pushed his empty plate away. He was naked as usual and I caught a glimpse of his cock when he stood up. By now I knew that my own cock was bigger than his, though I've never seen him with a boner. I wondered why it was that dad never got erections in front of us and why I got them all the time. Just this morning, Sandy almost caught me in the bathroom with a morning erection, when she woke up earlier than normal. It was a close call and it nearly gave me a heart attack.
Whether I liked it or not, Nude Day was coming up fast. I had given up on finding a way out of attending my dad's party. I didn't want to let him down and I wanted to meet the dean from the university. However, each day that went by gave me more and more anxiety. There was no doubt in my mind that I was going to get a boner at some point during the day, especially if there were other women there. I became tense and nervous and avoided my f****y as much as I could. Mom must have noticed that something was bothering me, because she came into my room one evening and asked if I was okay.
"Yes mom. Why do you ask?" I smiled at her as if nothing was amiss.
"It's just that you've been acting a little strange the past couple of days," mom said.
"Oh, it's nothing. Just a little stressed out after the exams," I replied.
I could tell that mom wasn't buying my ruse and I wasn't really making a good effort to lie. I had a problem and I couldn't turn to anyone else with it. I just didn't quite know how to explain it to her. Mom was always there for me. When Sandy and dad made fun on my boner last year, mom was the one that comforted me and told me I shouldn't worry about it; that it happened to all the guys my age. Even though my mom's words didn't exactly help my problem, I valued everything she said.
"Steven, you know you can tell me anything," she insisted. She looked at me with her big, kind eyes and I had no choice but to confess.
"Well, there is something," I began. "Umm... Do you remember Nude Day last year?"
"Of course," mom answered. "What about it?"
"Remember when I... my... penis stood up?" I fumbled for words.
Mom smiled. "Oh, that! Wait, are you worried that it's going to happen to you again this year?"
"Ha ha!" mom let out a laugh.
"Don't laugh, mom. It's a serious problem." I lowered my voice and dropped my head. "What if it happens during the upcoming party, in front of everyone?"
I could see that mom stifled another laugh, but she tried to look serious. "Steven, you shouldn't be worrying about this. I'm sure everything will be fine and even if you do get a woody, nobody will notice."
I shook my head. "I get boners all the time. I know I'm going to get one right in front of everyone. They are all going to laugh at me!" I wailed and threw my hands up. "Tell dad that I'm sick or something. Tell him I have a condition where I can never be nude in front of others."
"Honey, you are over reacting," my mom said softly. "You know that your dad wants your support. He is so excited about having people over. You know how proud he is that his f****y celebrates Nude Day with him. And what about that dean he invited?"
"Ah, I don't know what to do!" I covered my face with my hands.
"Is this really bothering you this much?" asked mom.
"Don't you remember how Sandy and dad made fun of me? And they are f****y. This year there will be people I've never met before. There will be other women there! I can't let them see me with a boner!" My words were beginning to sound like a rant.
Mom frowned and shook her head. She came closer and looked me in the eye. "Steve," she began after a moment, "there's no need to despair. All you have to do is take care of your hard-on when you feel one coming. You know?" Mom made a jerking motion with her fist in front of my crotch.
"Oh god, mom! I know how to take care of it!" I closed my eyes and turned away.
"Good. I would suggest beating off in the morning when you wake up and if at any time during the day you feel like your penis is about to get hard just go and beat it again."
I felt really uncomfortable at this point, but I wasn't sure what I expected. On one hand, it didn't feel right having a discussion about masturbation with my mom, but on the other hand she made a lot of sense. I was so worried about what might happen, that I didn't even think to come up with a solution. Despite feeling awkward, I seriously considered what my mom said.
Without saying anything else mom ruffled my hair and left me alone.
I didn't worry about what might happen for the next couple of day, however, as I was trying to fall asl**p the night before the Nude Day, I suddenly got very nervous. Doubts began creeping into my mind. Tomorrow could either be a good day for my college career or it could be a complete disaster for my self-esteem. What if I don't have enough time to get to my room to jack off? What if I don't realize that I'm having a boner? What if my s****r will tell someone the story from last year? My chest was heavy with worry and uncertainty as I lay in bed. As if to let me know that my fears were real, my penis got hard and stuck up proudly. I spent a good thirty minutes furiously rubbing it, trying to get off, but it felt like my cock was against me. It was stiff and ready, yet I couldn't make it cum. Feeling frustrated, I eventually gave up and fell asl**p like that.
I woke up the next morning to noises around the house. It sounded like dad was getting the house ready for the party. I could smell that mom was cooking breakfast. It was ten o'clock and I had a morning wood; either that, or my cock never went to sl**p. I remembered my mom's advice and snuck straight into the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and washed my face then proceeded to take care of my erection. As I sat on the toilet and tugged on my meat, I remembered what day it was. Feelings of anxiety and unease crept into my chest. I sat in the bathroom for about twenty minutes jerking my cock as fast as I could, but I still couldn't make it cum. I kept switching hands when they got tired from the constant yanking. I was about to give up, when I heard a knock on the bathroom door.
"Why is the door locked?" it was my s****r's voice.
"I'm in here," I answered.
"So? Why the hell did you lock the door?"
For some reason, the feeling of getting caught like this gave me a sudden surge of sexual excitement. I redoubled my efforts of jerking my cock and felt my balls begin to tingle.
"Steve! Let me in, I have to pee!" my s****r wailed and began banging on the door. "You are such a little shit. Open up!"
I knew that if my s****r saw what I was doing she'd humiliate me to no end. I imagined the things she would say and how she would laugh if she walked in right at this moment. I closed my eyes and worked my cock as thoughts of potential humiliation brought me closer and closer to orgasm.
"What the hell are you doing in there, Steve? Come on!" I heard my s****r yell as a large rope of spunk flew out of the tip of my cock and landed on my thigh. I closed my eyes and tried to enjoy my orgasm. My s****r began pounding on the door again and my thought came back to reality.
"I'm pooping!" I yelled back, feeling annoyed. "Go use the other bathroom."
"Gross," said Sandy and I heard hear walk away.
By the time I cleaned myself up my cock was already back to its relaxed state. I checked myself in the mirror to make sure nothing looked suspicious. I took a few extra minutes to gather my courage and then finally came out for breakfast.
For the first time in a year I was naked in front of my f****y. I felt nervous as I walked into the kitchen. My dad was reading a magazine and Sandy was complaining about having to wait for me to eat.
"We always eat as a f****y on holidays," replied my dad turning the page.
Everyone was naked, except my mom who was wearing only a white apron to cook the bacon. She gave me a worried look as I walked pasts. I nodded that everything was okay and smiled. She took a quick glance at my crotch and then looked up at me. She gave me a wink and returned to her cooking. I settled in across from my s****r. Neither her nor my dad seemed to be paying me any attention. So far this Nude Day was starting out pretty normal.
"Okay, we're all here. Let's eat," said my dad and put down the magazine.
"Here is the bacon," announced mom. She carried the large plate of bacon strips over to the table and set it in the middle. She untied the back of her apron, took it off and d****d it over the back of her chair. I looked over at her just as she sat down, her big, heavy breasts slapping down on the table.
"I'll have some of those," said my dad jokingly and pointed at my mom's tits, which made my mom giggle.
"Eww, that's sick," said my s****r, screwing up her nose. Sandy was pretty flat chested and often complained about not inheriting mom's breast genes. Mom would comfort her by telling her that at least she never had to worry about saggy boobs. That always got a chuckle out of dad.
"Okay, that's enough jokes. You guys must be starving," said mom, scooping her breasts off the table and letting them hang down under.
I couldn't wait to get my hands on the bacon. It smelled so good it made my mouth water. My mom truly was a good cook and everything she made tasted exceptionally good. Soon we were all busy eating and talking about the upcoming party.
"The guests will be showing up in a few hours," said my dad thoughtfully licking his lips. "I still need to get the grill ready and setup the volleyball net."
"I'm sure Steven can help you with that," offered my mom.
I nodded in agreement.
After the breakfast I felt pretty relaxed. The food warmed my stomach and my penis seemed to be completely inactive. I helped my dad set up the volleyball net and even played a quick game with him before he had to go get the grill ready. Mom asked me to put out our patio furniture and get extra chairs from the shed. As I was doing my chores I completely forgot my worries.
Suddenly the doorbell rang and my heart skipped a beat.
"The guests are here!" I heard my dad holler from the inside of the house. I stood in our backyard motionless, like a tree, anticipating our first guests.
"Hey, there you are Steve," I heard Tom before I saw him. I breathed a sigh of relief. I've known Tom for a while -- he was my dad's old-time friend.
"How are you Tom?" I asked politely. We exchanged a few words and were joined by my dad and Tom's wife Linda. Linda was a heavy woman and not a pretty sight naked. I think my cock shriveled even more when I looked at her.
More people began to show up and I began feeling anxious. Even though my penis remained limp, I didn't trust myself. I was hoping there would be fewer women at our party, but every one of my dad's friends showed up with his wife or girlfriend. I knew it wouldn't be long before my cock took notice of all these naked women and come to attention. Luckily most of the women so far were old, older then mom and dad. Still, one of the ladies had a set of nice, big, round breasts. There was something different about these breasts, something unnatural.
"They are fake," I heard someone whisper in my ear. "Breast implants." I jolted around in surprise and saw my s****r standing behind me. She always had a way of sneaking up on me and I blushed, feeling embarrassed that she caught me looking.
"How do you know?" I asked trying to sound nonchalant.
"I just know," Sandy replied. "I'm a college girl now."
That got me curious and I kept stealing glances at the so called "breast implants". Slowly but surely my limp penis began to come alive. At first it was just a slight jolt through the shaft, but then I felt my balls begin to shift around on their own as if they were brewing something up.
"Steve!" called my dad. "Come meet Mark and Anna."
"Oh, shit," I thought when I realized that Anna was the lady with the fake breasts. I made my way towards them, trying to look casual. Honestly, I don't even remember talking to Mark or Anna. I tried my hardest to smile and think about something other than the woman's breasts. The whole time I could feel my cock growing, my large balls churning faster in their sack. I had no illusions about what was happening and I planned the escape to my room.
The doorbell rang. "Oh, that must be the dean! Excuse me for a moment," said dad. Without saying a word I followed him into the house. Glancing down at my crotch, I saw that my cock was almost at its full length, but luckily it was still arching down. It was only a matter of seconds before it flexed up. I veered off towards my room. There were people blocking my way and I panicked. Quickly I looked around and noticed that the bathroom was unoccupied. I didn't waste another moment and rushed straight for it. My heart was pumping and my breath was irregular as I locked the door behind me. My cock was fully erect -- hard as a rock, sticking straight out and slightly up. I remembered my mom's advice again and right away began jerking off.
About fifteen minutes passed before I began suspecting that my cock was conspiring against me. The faster I jerked off, the less I felt like I was going to cum. Both of my hands were tired and I was nowhere near an orgasm. I began worrying that someone would notice that I have been in the bathroom for too long. Then there came a light knock on the door.
"Steven? Honey, are you in there?" It was my mom.
"Just a moment, mom," I replied irritably.
"Your dad is looking for you. The dean is here and wants to meet you."
"Okay, okay. I just need another minute," I wailed.
"Steven, is everything okay? Are you having that problem?"
I didn't know what to say. I felt partly like crying from helplessness and party like screaming in rage.
"Steven, let me in," mom said.
Hesitating, I unlocked the door to the bathroom. I couldn't go out there with a boner like that and I couldn't stay in this bathroom forever. I was becoming desperate and hoped that mom would know what to do.
Mom slid in quickly through the door and shut it behind her. I had just enough time to turn around, so she couldn't see my erection.
"Are you okay?" mom asked.
"Yes," I said. "No."
"What's the matter?"
"I don't know."
"Do you have a boner?"
"Will you turn around already? It's nothing I haven't seen."
"Mom, this is embarrassing."
"Steven, I saw your boner last year. Remember?"
"That was a year ago."
My mom sighed. "I also see it when I bring in your clean laundry in the morning, when you are still asl**p."
"Really?" I turned my head and looked at her. She stood naked against the door, hands on her hips.
"Yes. In the summer you don't cover yourself when you sl**p," mom answered. One corner of her mouth curved into a smile. I hoped she wasn't making fun of me.
"Well... okay." Slowly I turned around to face her, my mast leading the way.
"See? There's nothing embarrassing about this," said mom looking straight into my eyes. She was right, even though we were both facing each other naked in the bathroom, I felt relieved that I could at least let my mom see me like this.
"Yeah, but you're my mom. There are other women out there. I don't want them to see me like this," I whined.
"Did you try?" Mom made that jerking movement with her fist.
"Yes," I answered.
"It still didn't go down?" Mom looked down and raised her eyebrows as if she was surprised to see my cock.
"No. It's not that. I can't finish," I said quietly.
"Can't finish?" mom asked thoughtfully, staring at my erection. It made me a little uncomfortable and I began shifting my hips nervously.
Mom finally looked back up at me. "I don't have time for your games, Steven. You can either, beat off quickly and go enjoy the party or hide in here until your dad finds you."
I shuddered at that thought. I knew my dad would not be as nice as mom. He would probably drag me out by the hand and embarrass me in front of everyone. My life would be over and I would never be accepted to the university.
I felt helpless as I stood in front of my mom with my huge hard-on.
"Well?" she asked.
"Mom, I can't orgasm," I whined and hung my head.
"I can't believe this," mom said suddenly. "Come here!"
I looked at her just in time to see her take a step towards me and lick her palm. I suddenly felt dazed. I was trying to figure out what the hell mom was doing, even after she grabbed my shaft and began jerking it rapidly. At first I wanted to say something, but couldn't get my thoughts together. I felt like a simpleton standing there with my mouth open, arms hanging limp at my sides. It felt strange that someone other than me was touching my cock. I admit that at first it felt cool, but then the fact that my own mom was helping me with this made me feel incompetent.
Mom and I stood there in the bathroom in complete silence as she stroked my cock. Her head was slightly bowed and her concentration was on her work. I didn't know how to behave or where to look. It made me uncomfortable to look at her face so my eyes began to wonder. As it happened, my gaze fell on her heavy tits and I watched them sway in rhythm with her jerking. Her tits sagged down just past her ribs, but were still round and full and reminded me of elongated squash. Mom had big nipples with large, skin colored areola circles. My eyes wondered lower and fell on her pubic area. She always had a neatly trimmed triangle down there, the pointy end disappearing between her legs. I looked at mom's feet and traced them up. She had long legs, the kind that made her body look shorter than it really was. At the top her legs joined together into her ample hips. Mom had a small waist, which made her appear quite curvy. I've seen mom nude many times and never really noticed these things.
"Are you getting close?" mom finally broke the silence.
I shook my head.
Mom stopped jerking and pulled my foreskin all the way back with one hand. I noticed that her fingers were just barely touching around the girth of my shaft. She bent down, leaned in closer and spit some saliva onto the head of my cock. Then she placed her other palm over it and spread her spit, massaging my pink mushroom. My tip was already sensitive and what mom was doing made me squirm a little.
"I can't believe I'm doing this for you," mom said. "You better hurry up, we don't have much time."
I didn't say anything. Mom stopped rubbing the head and resumed the steady jerking.
"Let me know when you're ready to blow," she instructed and looked up at me. I nodded, wondered if I my own mother could make me cum.
Mom had a strong hand and she was actually giving me a better hand job than I ever gave myself. She kept yanking on my meat pole like a machine, sometimes stopping at the top to massage the tip. Minutes went by -- only the sound of my foreskin moving back and forth breaking the silence. I noticed that mom wiped something off of the inside of her thigh with her free hand. It looked like a drop of sweat had rolled down her inner thigh from between her legs as she brushed it off.
"I shouldn't be doing this for you," mom said apologetically.
Suddenly there was a knock on the door.
"Is someone in there?" came a woman's voice from the other side.
"Shit," mom cursed and her hand stopped. She turned her head and looked at the door. "Just a minute," she hollered.
"Hurry, Steve," she whispered at me, her eyes wide with alarm. "We can't come out of here with you having an erection. People might get the wrong impression."
"Hey! Get in line," I heard the same voice from behind the door. "There's someone in there."
The fact that there were people waiting to use the bathroom, in which I was getting jerked off by my mom made the situation feel suddenly dangerous and naughty. My excitement began building up in my chest. Mom started jerking me again and I could hear people mumble from behind the door. What if we got caught like this? What would people think? Would dad get mad? The excitement slowly shifted from my chest into my loins and I felt my cock begin to tingle. Mom kept up her steady pace and I knew I was going to cum.
"What's taking so long?" asked the voice and another knock on the door.
"I said 'just a minute'!" mom barked angrily turning her head to glare at the door. At that moment I felt myself tip over the edge and my orgasm washed over me. Like a cannon, my cock shot out a huge glob of sperm, so powerful that it splattered against mom's belly, right under the belly button. She must have felt it because she stopped jerking and turned around wide eyed. She let go of my cock as more sperm spurted out of it. The load I shot on her belly was quickly making its way down into her pubic hairs.
"We need a way out," mom said. She grabbed a hand towel and began wiping my sperm off her belly and pubic hair. "You stay here and I'll draw them off. Try to sneak out as soon as you can." Mom spoke very matter-of-factly. "I'll tell them to use the other bathroom." When she finished whipping off her trimmed bush, she looked down at it. There were still little bits of sperm stuck to her hairs.
"You were supposed to tell me when you were about to go, Steven," mom said annoyed. She flushed the toilet, turned on the faucet and began washing the hand towel.
"Coming out soon," she yelled to the people outside. Using the wet towel, mom kept cleaning my mess off of herself. When she seemed satisfied she tossed the wet towel into the cabinet under the sink. Next she tore some toilet paper off the roll and proceeded to wipe down the inside of her thigh. I saw that more sweat had rolled down along there, or at least that's what I thought it was.
Mom looked up at me and saw me looking. "Sorry," she said and blushed. I didn't know what she meant. Wasn't I the one that made a mess on her?
"I'm sorry too," I said.
Mom crumpled the toilet paper, tossed it into the toilet and flushed it again. I stood there not knowing what to do, feeling like a helpless c***d.
"Okay," mom said loudly. "I'm coming out." She motioned for me to hide behind the door and opened it.
"I wouldn't go in there for about thirty minutes," I could hear mom say to the people outside. She walked out briskly and closed the door behind her. "There is no fan. We have another bathroom right over here. Let me show you."
I could hear the people behind the door begin walking away and I took that as a good sign. I waited a few seconds and quickly cracked the door. I peeked out and couldn't see anyone. My cock was already limp so I decided to go for it. I opened the door and stepped out.
"Watch where you're going, stupid!" my s****r yelped as I ran straight into her. She frowned at me then looked in mom's direction. "What were you and mom doing in there?" she asked, looking strangely at me.
"I was just washing my hands," I shrugged.
"Get out of my way," said my s****r and pushed me aside. I flipped her off and shuffled away.
I felt a lot better after mom's helpful hand. I actually felt a little more confident as I stepped out onto our backyard. I saw my dad talking to an elderly gentleman and a younger woman. I decided that it was time for me to meet the dean.
Just as I was about to head towards my dad I heard someone whisper my name.
"Steven," my mom repeated. I turned and saw her standing in the back door.
"What?" I asked whispering back. Mom motioned with her eyes towards my lower region. I squinted at her not understanding. Mom took a few glances around and quickly approached me. She shielded me with her body as her hand snaked out and pinched the tip of my cock. I looked at her confused, but then she brought her hand up and opened her palm. There was a sticky mess of my sperm in her hand.
"You can thank me later," mom said and went back inside of the house.
I shrugged and walked confidently towards my dad.
"Where have you been?" asked my dad cocking his head the way he did when he was annoyed. "Steven, I'd like you to meet Dean Shultz."
I shook the gentleman's hand and mumbled some pleasantries. The dean looked to be about sixty, with gray hair, thick glasses, skinny body and a small, limp cock.
"Your father tells me you are applying at the university," said the dean. "We can always use a fine young man like you."
"This lovely young lady is the dean's wife, Nina," announced my father. "Nina, this is my son, Steven."
I shook the woman's hand and couldn't help but take notice of her body. She appeared a lot younger than the dean, maybe in her early thirties, with a pair of great, perky breasts. They weren't quite as large as my mom's, but they looked fuller and they didn't sag. Her nipples were dark and delicate, and seemed hardened by the chilly breeze. I also noticed the dark, neatly trimmed, half-inch wide pubic strip between her legs. I tried not to stare and tried to keep my mind occupied with something else.
The dean seemed like a pleasant fellow and we spent a good amount of time chit chatting. He asked about what I wanted to study at the university and told me which classes I might enjoy taking. From our conversation it seemed like I was already accepted to the school and it made feel even more comfortable. However, that feeling didn't last because I couldn't help but glance over at the dean's wife. I felt my balls stir again.
"Your dad tells me you're quite the volleyball player," said the dean. "Maybe you can try out for the team at the university."
"I don't think I'm that good," I said modestly.
"Nonsense," broke in my dad. "Let's play a game, so the dean can see how good you are."
"I don't think that is such a good idea," I said fearing an oncoming erection.
"Tom? Linda? Do you want to play some volleyball?" My dad began recruiting players right away. Before I could sneak away I found myself on the same team as the dean and his wife.
I couldn't lose this one, not if I wanted to impress the dean. I became more worried about winning the game of volleyball than I was worried about getting another boner. I found out that when I jumped high enough my big balls slapped painfully against my thighs, which kept my cock in check. All of the guests began gathering around to watch our game.
"Twenty one to nine," said the dean announcing our victory. His wife was standing right in front of me, her hands on her thighs. Her slightly bent over ass looked incredibly tight and my cock decided to get a better glance. I realized I was getting a chubby and I frantically looked around. Quickly, I apologized and headed straight for the inside of the house.
My cock sprung up to its full potential the moment I walked into the house. There was no one inside and I had a clear path to my room. Just as I thought I was going to make it I ran into the woman with breast implants.
"Sorry, I didn't see you," I said impatiently as I tried to make my way around her.
"That's okay," she said. "Oh my, someone is excited." She smiled at me and wiggled her eyebrows.
I rushed into my room and closed my door, my face flushed with embarrassment. I looked down and it seemed that my cock was mocking me, standing proudly erect.
"I'll show you," I said and began jerking my shaft back and forth.
I sat down on my bed and masturbated furiously, but nothing came of my attempts. I didn't know how I was going to bring my cock down this time. It was like some sort of a curse and I decided to hide in my room for the rest of the day. But of course that wasn't going to be that easy.
It was my mom that knocked on my door first. "Steven, may I come in?"
"Yes," I answered gloomily.
Mom walked in and closed the door behind her. I sat slouching on my bed, my cock hard in my lap.
"Again?" mom asked.
"I'm not going out there," I said quietly.
"The dean was asking for you. He said you played a great game."
"That's good, but I can't talk to him like this."
"Steven, we've been through this before. You need to take care of your erection. I'm not going to do that for you again."
"I can't," I whined.
"Well, why not?"
"I don't know. I'm just too nervous."
"Usually men can't keep it up when they are nervous," said mom. "You should consider yourself lucky."
I gave mom a flat look, wondering if she was joking.
"You can't stay in here forever," mom began after a pause. "Your dad will come looking for you."
"So, what got you so excited?" asked mom with a smirk. "I bet it was the dean's wife. Quite a rack on her, eh son?"
I frowned -- mom has never talked to me like this.
"Alright, you don't have to tell me." Mom put up his hands defensively. "But, I have something that will help you. I'll be right back." Mom left the room and I didn't know what to expect. A few minutes later she came back with a handful of magazines. She tossed them on the bed next to me. "There you are."
I glanced down and saw right away that they were dirty magazines.
"Don't tell your s****r about those," Mom winked at me and made for the door.
When mom left, I picked up one of the magazines and flipped through it. I've seen dirty magazines before, but these were different. They were the raunchy kind -- women having sex with men in all sorts of positions. There was even anal penetration in some pictures. I flipped all the way to the end and then grabbed the next magazine. The naughtiness of the pictures began making me excited and I began stroking my cock again. One picture in particular caught my eye -- a blonde woman with large breasts was bent over a couch. There was a man behind her sticking his cock into her butthole. Her hips were arching up and her vagina was fully exposed. I've never really seen the female genitalia exposed this way before and I couldn't stop staring. The flesh of her vagina was slightly parted and I could see something wet dripping out of it and running down along her leg. I've heard that women got "wet" when they were aroused, but I didn't know what it actually meant. This picture made me think about earlier, when I was in the bathroom with my mom. Did the wetness on her thighs come out of her vagina too? What did that mean? I began yanking my rod faster.
The door to my room opened again.
"Steven!" my mom exclaimed. "What are you doing in here still?!"
"Nothing," I said dumbly and stopped jerking. I held the magazine in one hand and my cock in the other.
Mom walked briskly over to me and snatched the magazine out of my hand. She flipped through the pages.
"Don't you worry, Steven. Don't you worry." Mom tossed the magazines aside and looked down at me. "How's it going?"
I shrugged uncomfortably.
"Still can't finish?"
"Do you need me to help you again?" asked mom, he eyes locking on my cock.
I shrugged again.
Right at this moment my s****r burst through my door.
"Mom said you had a boner!" she squealed and looked at me. "Eww, you do have a boner!" Grimacing, she looked over at mom, who was standing in front of me, and ran out of the room.
"So much for acting her age," mom said shaking her head. She walked over to the door, closed it and made sure it was locked. She then walked over to the window and pulled the d****s shut. When she returned she looked down at me.
"This is the last time I'm helping you, okay?" mom said and looked at me.
I nodded in response. I sat on my bed waiting in anticipation. I felt both awkward and excited at the same time. I realized that I actually enjoyed the hand job mom gave me earlier.
Mom looked at my cock and took a deep breath. She stepped closer to me, knelt down and got in between my knees. I thought I saw her smirk as she stared down my erect penis.
"Let's do this quickly," mom said. She checked to make sure the door was locked and walked over to me. She knelt down quickly and grabbed my erect shaft. Without losing any time she began jerking it.
I winced and let out a whimper.
"What?" asked mom.
"It's sore. It hurts when you pull on it like that."
"Sorry, I'll be gentle." Mom took her hand off and filled her palm with saliva, then smothered it all over my cock. Once it was well lubricated, she started gliding her hand gently up and down.
"How is that?"
"Better," I replied.
My cock was slick and her hand began moving faster, sliding along my tender meat. Mom kept spitting onto my cock to keep it from drying up.
"Go ahead and lay back, Steven," mom said never taking her eyes off my cock.
I laid back and closed my eyes. Even though mom was being careful, my cock was still sore and I kept wincing. I didn't think I would be able to cum again. I tried picturing Nina's perky breasts and the woman from dad's dirty magazine, but that didn't seem to help.
The sudden knock on my door startled me. I opened my eyes and raised my head.
"Steve? Are you in there?" It was my s****r. "Dad is looking for you." Sandy knocked again and fumbled with the door handle. Thank god, it was locked. "Steve?"
Mom and I stared frozen at the door, unable to even breathe, her grip tightening around my cock.
"I know you're in there Steve?" yelled Sandy and banged louder. "Fine, don't come out. I'll just tell dad to come get you himself."
She finally stopped yelling and left.
"We have to hurry," mom said quietly once she was sure Sandy was away. "Are you getting any closer?"
I swallowed nervously. "Not really."
Mom looked back towards the door then glanced at the window to make sure the d****s were still pulled together.
"Just relax and close your eyes," she said looking at me. "Make sure to keep them closed. Okay?"
I did as she told me and laid my head back down. Mom's hand picked up where it left off, only this time she would rub the head of my cock for a while every time her hand moved up. My cock's head was very sensitive and I gritted my teeth every time mom touched it.
"Keep your eyes closed," mom said again, her palm gliding over my tip. She was cupping my balls with her other hand now and massaging them lightly. Her hand would jerk just the very top part of my cock for a while and then dive down to stroke the full length. Sometimes she would playfully squeeze at my tip and rub it between her fingers.
"Mom sure gives a good hand job," I thought as I lay there trying to keep from squirming.
As more minutes went by, I felt like I could lie like this forever, enjoying the pleasure my own mother was giving me, even though it was almost painful when mom touched the aroused flesh of my tip. Then suddenly I felt something different on the tip of my cock, something very warm, almost hot. It felt like some sort of a vacuum was delicately tugging and flicking my extremely sensitive end.
I got curious and opened my eyes. My mom's lips were wrapped around the top part of my shaft. I got so excited I let out a loud sigh. Mom rolled her eyes up at me and saw that I was looking. Her eyes grew round and she released my cock from her mouth.
"I told you to keep your eyes closed!" she said angrily.
I quickly shut my eyes again.
Mom didn't do anything for several moments and then I felt her mouth wrap over the head of my cock again. She began sucking on it harder and swirling her tongue over the tip. The feeling was amazing and only slightly painful. It felt like a thousand little needles tickling my sensitive flesh. Little by little my cock went further into mom's mouth. It felt so tight and warm inside that I forgot that my cock was sore. Slowly I began bucking my hips, trying to drive myself further in. It wasn't much longer before I felt my orgasm rise up from my testicles. Slowly but surely it built up as mom actively worked her head up and down.
Mom was now pressed in closer to me and I could feel her tits squishing into my groin. I realized that my balls and her tits were rubbing together. All of this was making me feel so hot that I felt myself ready to cum. I opened my eyes and thrust my hips up as I began cumming inside of mom's mouth. I saw little flashes of light in my eyes as my cock pulsated between mom's lips. I wasn't even sure if I shot anything out -- I couldn't have had much sperm left in me.
Mom held my cock in her mouth until it stopped jerking. Despite the fact that I just had my first blowjob, I felt my cock begin to get soft. Mom pulled her head up and my penis slipped out of her mouth. She shallow and wiped her lips.
"Well, that was fun," she said and got off her knees. She stood up and looked at me. "Are you okay?"
I nodded. I noticed two wet droplets running down her thighs between her legs. There was also a strange scent that I've never smelled before.
"I better get cleaned up," she said and blinked her eyes rapidly -- there was a droplet of cum stuck to her eyelash. She walked over to my closet and picked out one of my t-shirts. She began to wipe my mess off of herself.
"I'm glad I could help," she said when she was done. She tossed the shirt over to me and said: "Don't forget to clean yourself up this time." She headed for the door, but then stopped. I watched her as she looked down at her crotch. She must have noticed the wet streaks between her legs. She turned around and looked at me, but I pretended like I was cleaning myself up, my cock already getting soft. Mom brushed her inner thighs with her hands and walked out of my room.
"Dad wants to see you," I ran into my s****r right outside my room. "What were you two doing in there?"
"None of your business, Sandy," I tried to push past her.
"Don't brush me off, you little shit," said my s****r angrily.
I wanted to say that her tits were little, but instead just made my way around her.
"Steven, where did you disappear to?" asked the dean when I walked out onto the backyard. "That was a really good game you played. I really think you should consider trying out for the team at the university."
"Really? I suppose I could. If you think I've got what it takes," I said.
"Oh, absolutely. Absolutely. Come, let's get some food. Your dad says he's pretty good with the grill."
I followed Dean Shultz over to where my dad was grilling up burgers and steaks. Dad was loudly joking with a few of his friends and he looked like he had a little too much to drink. I looked around to see if I could spot mom, but she was nowhere to be seen.
"You left your dirty magazines on your bed," whispered my s****r in my ear.
"Damn! Sandy you have to stop sneaking up on me like that," I replied after getting startled. My s****r was such a nosey sneak. "They aren't mine, they are mom’s."
"Really?" Sandy looked at me with hesitation.
"Yes, really. Go ask her yourself if you'd like."
I finally saw mom. She was handing out plates to our guests. I headed her way and Sandy followed me.
"Make sure you get enough food," mom said to us and gave us each a plate. "And try to keep an eye on your father, so he doesn't burn himself." Mom glanced angrily towards my dad.
After everyone ate, I helped to gather the dishes and bring out the desert. It didn't even occur to me to think about having a boner anymore and I began enjoying the party. Several of the guests were pretty boozed up and were getting a bit loud. I spent most of my time talking to the dean and his wife, stealing peaks at her whenever I could.
Just as I thought I was going to make it through this day without an incident, my dad decided it would be fun if everyone formed a train. He started walking around the backyard making train noises and, one by one, our guests joined him, holding each other by the hips. It wasn't long before this train made its way towards us.
"Looks like fun!" announced Dean Shultz. I was about to protest, but the dean nudged me along. I ended up behind his wife, Nina, with the dean holding on to me from behind. I hesitated to put my hands on his wife's hips, but he gave me a light shove from behind as the train began moving. There were about twenty people all joined together, prancing around our backyard. It felt silly to me, but everyone else seemed to have a good time.
Dad made a sudden stop and caused everyone to run into the person in front of them. People were laughing as the train began collapsing forward. I suddenly found myself pressed against the dean's young wife. I panicked and tried to push back, but was shoved again from behind. Even though my cock was exhausted, it sensed the closeness of a female body. Slowly it began growing.
I struggled to dislodge myself out of this human train but it was too late. I’m positive Nina could feel my boner because when we crashed, I fell on top of her lovely bum nad my penis slipped in-between her legs for an instant. Carefully, I squeezed out to the side and without looking back briskly walked towards the house. I stepped back into the house just as my hard-on reached full-tilt and ran for my room. I thought I was the only one in the house, but when I passed the kitchen I saw mom washing the dishes.
"Oh hey," she said when she noticed me. She also noticed my erection. "You've got to be k**ding, Steven. Another one?"
"Why is this happening to me?" I sobbed and walked past her.
When I got to my room, I plopped down on the bed and looked at the angry monster between my legs. I didn't lock the door, wondering if mom would come in.
It wasn't long before I heard the door knob turn. Mom walked in and shut the door. She took one look at my face, then at my cock and sighed.
“We need to take care of this together, ok?” Mom asked, closing the door behind her.
I nodded and watched her walk towards me. She didn't even attempt to hide her wetness this time. She rubbed her thighs between her legs with her hand, wiping up the musky wetness that had formed there. I saw there was much more wetness that before, more than I expected
“Like back and close your eyes. And this time, NO PEEKING! Got it?”
She sounded angry and serious, so I did exactly what I was told. I lay back on my bed, my cock seemed to know what was happening and seemed stronger, bigger and stiffer than ever before.
Mom grabbed my penis with her hand and began to slide up and down the shaft. The lubrication felt much slicker this time, much hotter to the touch. Was this the wetness between mom’s legs?
“Not close, huh?” My mom asked. I shook my head. Even though it was great, the cum was hiding from me and my mom.
Mom released her grip on me and I wondered, somewhat fearfully, if she was giving up and she would make me face my fears downstairs.
I felt my bed move slightly, then again my mom’s hand was upon my raging cock.
What I felt next was totally indescribable, but I will try:
At first, I was pleased to feel mom’s mouth on my cockhead again, but it felt different this time. The wetness was intense and it seemed to engulf the entire length of my cock!
Out of sheer shock, I opened my eyes. Towering above me was my mother, her legs apart straddling my waist. Looking down, I saw ¾ of my penis INSIDE of my mother’s vagina! I looked even better that I had seen in the magazines and the feeling was intense!
My mom’s eyes were closed and her breasts swung precariously close to my face. No other part of her body touched mine except for her pussy on my cock.
“I can’t believe I’m doing this...” Mom grumbled. “You darn better get a scholarship.”
She began moving her vagina up and down on my prick, the sheer wetness and velvety grip was amazing! Instinctively, I began moving my hips upward to meet my mom’s motions. Within a few moments, her pubic area and mine were meeting with a wet “slap-slap-slap” sound that filled the room.
Although I feared she would scold me, I kept my eyes open to the wanton display before me. The sight of my cock penetrating my mother was so wicked, I could feel my cum beginning to boil within me.
Mom must have felt it too. “Getting… getting… close?” She stammered breathlessly as she continued to fuck her son.
I was able to look to the side of my bed where the dresser and mirror were. The view was incredible of my mom crouching over me, cock inside her, her right hand braced on the bed while her left hand splayed her pussy lips wide.
Another sight almost shocked me o death. For standing in the partially open doorway was my s****r! Her hand was covering her mouth in shock, but the other was nestled between her teenage legs.
The “slap-slap” Of my mother’s and my bodies was too much for me to bear! With a final lunge upward, my cock buried itself to the hilt inside of my mom and I began to shoot stream after stream of hot sperm into her.
“Cummingggg!” I yelled as my mom pressed her body fully against me, her tits crushing into my chest.
“Ahhhhhh!” My mom grunted as I continued to unload into her. Five, six, seven huge spurts. God! How could my cock squirt so much?
After a few moments, we lay there breathlessly. Without a word, my mother climbs off of me, my softening cock withdrawing from her with an audible “plop”.
Mom came up to my full-sized mirror on the wall and looked at herself. As she fixed her hair, she looked down and inspected her lower region. A large sticky strand of hot cum dripped from her womanhood and landed on the floor beneath her. I could see her inner thighs covered in the wetness of our fucking, but she left my room without saying anything else.
"It is quite ironic," I thought lying on my bed, watching my overstimulated penis get soft, "that because of my erection problem this year's Nude Day turned out much better than I could ever have hoped."
I did end up getting a great scholarship from the college. But I was curious why my s****r never said a word about what she saw?
About three weeks later, I left for school. Shortly after that, I received a letter from my mother saying that she was pregnant! Wow. I wonder if I can make it back for next year’s event?