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My Nudist Mum F, m, teen, inc, reluc, M, exhib.
   This is the story of the perfect mum and her relationship with her only
son; some would say `intimate!' But it's not quite a happy ending,
depending upon whose viewpoint you're looking at.
   My mum and I have always been really close; probably because she brought
me up on her own which I know hasn't been easy.  I've never known my dad
and she doesn't seem keen to talk about him, and to be honest, Mum has
always been both mum and dad to me and she's fulfilled both roles
perfectly. So who's my dad?  I honestly neither know nor care.  Sometimes I
feel sorry for some of my mates who have both parents because they don't
get on with either; they seem to be really sullen and off-hand with them
which means really, that they're all alone, which I think is so sad.  I
think also the fact that I'm only 15 years younger than my mum means that
we can relate so much better to each other.  Probably that's why I'm always
helping around the house and trying to please her.  I also work really hard
at my school lessons.  I know that if I pass all the exams I'll get a much
better job, but for me, the main incentive is to please Mum with my report
at the end of term.  In fact I can't remember Mum ever chastising me, let
alone shouting at me.  I'm never deliberately naughty; I'd rather die than
upset her.
   Not only is she the best mum in the whole world but she also looks
gorgeous; all my mates are jealous because they really fancy her.  She's 30
but she looks ten years younger; her long blonde wavy hair, big blue eyes
and dazzling white teeth, all perfectly enhanced by expertly applied make
up give her an air of real class.  She teaches Pilates classes at the
leisure centre all day throughout the week and Saturday mornings which of
course does no harm to her figure and fitness levels.
   Often I'm nagged by starry eyed friends to describe, `what does she look
like in the raw?' I of course enjoy the attention so to string it out, and
feign loyalty to Mum, I act all coy.  Of course I am fiercely loyal to her
but just a few `morsel descriptions' of her figure to a few chosen school
friends is hardly treachery is it?  Mum and I are both really open and we
often walk around the house completely butt naked: in fact each year, we go
on naturist holidays, so I'm sure she'd have no problem - but they don't
know that now do they?  `About the size large grapefruits.' And: `She
shaves it,' are about as much detail as I go into, but they need to plead
to get even that much out of me.
   Sounds like I live in paradise don't it?  Well in most ways it is; I
love Mum dearly and I'm happy with my life, but there's a dark side to. 
That started one Saturday morning last year.  I was having a lie in; well
that's not strictly true.  I actually was wide awake with a shoplifted copy
of `Men Only' in one hand, franticly rubbing my little cock up and down.  I
remember Zoe was absolutely gorgeous and here she was stark naked, legs
apart with her wide dark pussy crying out `come and fill me!' She had
lovely pert tits that looked almost edible.  Never had I seen such a
perfect, cute and gorgeous girl before, and here she was, laid bare just
for me.  Just a few more strokes to go, I could feel my cum starting to
travel when the door swung open:
   `Come on lazy bones, time to.....' Mum stood there, mouth agape, she was
naked to, and completely dumbfounded with the sight that she'd burst into.
`Oh Tim, I'm so sorry, I should've knocked.'
   I couldn't believe my ears, I was expecting my first good bollocking but
instead she was actually apologising to me: can you believe that?  She
smiled at me, came into the room and sat on the side of my bed.  I didn't
have a stitch on; no problem, Mum was used to that, but this was the first
time she'd ever seen my five inch boner poking out of the maze of black
pubic hair.  I looked down at it mentally willing it to deflate but no, it
stayed stubbornly rigid.  Even so she was cool; she took the magazine and
tossed it onto the floor with an air of disdain.  Maintaining her
`understanding smile,' she took my hand and assured me: `It's OK; it's
perfectly natural.  All boys do it - most men do it.' She looked down at my
throbbing member, her white teeth glinted and she flashed me a look of deep
love from her large glistening eyes; that and a serene smile reassured me.
Her hand moved to just above my knee and tweeked my leg playfully making it
jump involuntarily: then onto my pulsing member.  `Here, let me help you.'
She rubbed along its short length, not fast and furiously as I did, but
lightly and slowly, expertly rubbing her thumb under the purple helmet,
sending me into mini spasms.
   I was used to the sensations of masturbation but carried out by
another's hand they are multiplied.  Within minutes my sperm was back on
the move again, I could feel my balls contract, I gasped.  Mum immediately
stopped and began to massage my scrotum and whilst this gave me a relaxing
feeling throughout my pubic area, my cum receded.  That is, until she
flicked her dangling hair behind her ear and lowered her head down towards
my cock, opened her mouth and clamped her big red lips around its head. 
Her thumb continued to massage the base of its stalk but her mouth engulfed
the other four inches and then she sucked; hard.  Hard, like she was trying
to suck a pea through a straw.
   'Mum, watch out!  It's gonna cum!' Ignoring my warning, she increased
her suction.  I tried to hold back by tensing my pelvic muscles but
eventually I needed to catch my breath and as I did, streams of goey liquid
belched into her mouth and still she continued to suck and swallow until
every rivulet dried up, and yet still she sucked.  Spasms shot through my
pubic region; in an instant my dick became sorely tender so I cried out,
then she stopped.  Licking around her glistening red lips she assured me:
   `See it's perfectly natural, boys do it; girls do it.  In fact, you can
help me out if you want to.' She took my hand and placed it on her right
breast.  I'd seen her tits innumerable times but this was the first time
I'd touched one.  I squeezed it.  It wasn't like I'd imagined, it was
really soft and malleable; I cupped it and squeezed it, it was fascinating.
Each nipple is like a tiny dark sponge with a pip in the centre.  She
leaned over me and dangled her boob in my face and so I opened my mouth,
fastened onto the nipple and sucked.  She then took my hand again and
pushed it down in between her legs to her smooth cunny slit.  My finger
tunnelled in to find her flesh petals and onwards towards her love tunnel.
Instantly I felt a warm wet patch so I snatched my hand back.
   `Ugh it's all wet!' I exclaimed with horror.
   She sniggered: `That's OK silly; it's supposed to be wet.  It shows that
you've got me all excited.' Tentatively my hand returned, my finger slid
easily into her hole and for the very first time I felt what it's like on
the inside of a girl's cunt.  One side is bobbly, the rest silky,
slippery-smooth and all the time more juices flowed profusely.  She then
briefly slipped her finger inside her hole, took it out and put it to my
lips:
`Taste.' I cautiously stuck the tip of my tongue out and she touched it.
It didn't actually taste of anything.  `Now I want you to return the
favour; I want you to lick down there at my pussy for me.' I looked at her,
looked down between her hips and considered.  I nodded and pulled myself up
into position with my head between Mum's legs.  Her legs prised open, and
as they did, her pussy lips parted to reveal a pink pulsing blancmange-like
interior.  I can still remember that first time I smelt the fragrant waft
of vaginal incense easing up into my nostrils.  A thought then came to me;
just over fifteen years ago, I slipped out of this tunnel, now she wants me
to go back into it.
   Bravely I stuck my tongue to it and slid it along her crevice and into
her hole.  I sucked and slurped up her savoury juices which tasted like
sweet white wine.  I listened intently at her grunts and sighs.  Her
guttural moans increased both in volume and duration; the first time I'd
ever heard such sounds from a woman.  They were having an erotic effect on
me and so I could feel blood gushing into my penis and the resultant swell.
She tussled and struggled to manoeuvre her head round and then I felt her
warm wet mouth clamped around my inflating cock.  Disregarding the
sensations welling up between my legs and the hardening of my member, I
continued valiantly to slurp at Mum's juices.  Within minutes it was fully
erect; she pushed me away and demanded:
   `Fuck me Tim; please, I want you to fuck me!'
   I looked down at Mum, sprawled across the bed with her legs open wide.
She looked up at me beseechingly.  That was it; I could never refuse Mum.
My heart pounded like a machine, I lifted myself up and knelt between her
legs.  I pointed my little dick at her cunt which seemed to glint at me in
anticipation; nervously I lowered it until it touched the entrance.  I
looked up at Mum for assurance.  She smiled at me and nodded:
   `Go on; put it in!' It slid easily in and I fell onto her.  She grabbed
the back of my head and kissed me.  But this was not the affectionate peck
of a mother kissing her son; no this was a deep French kiss of lovers. 
`Right, now fuck me.  I want you to fuck me.' I knew about sex, both Mum
and school had explained all about the mechanics of this procedure though I
had no idea at the time that it would be my mum giving me my inaugural
session.  I began sliding my cock up and down, inside her tunnel; slowly at
first but with quickening pace as my confidence grew.  She looked up at me;
I looked down at her.  Her face was tensed and her eyes hollowed.  Several
minutes of us both grunting and gasping followed and then I felt my cock
swell even further as my hot sperm made its way and eventually pistoned
deep into her incestuous womb.
   I collapsed breathless onto my mum, resting my head on her tit.  Her
hands grasped my head, pulled my face to hers and she kissed me again, her
tongue sliding into my mouth to dance with mine.  Then I could feel my
deflating cock sliding out of her pussy.
   `Ugh!  It's dripping,' she exclaimed: `Quick, outta the way!' I didn't
move but lay on her, silent but sickened.  Mum pushed me back onto the bed.
I said nothing, just contemplating the previous 30 minutes.  Oh my god,
I've just fucked my mum!  I'm only 15 and I've just lost my virginity - to
my mum!  How freaky sick is that?  Just imagine what everyone at school
would say if they ever found out about that.  I'd never live it down; I'd
have to kill myself!  What had just happened is something I'll never be
able to even mention to anyone, friends, girl friend or future wife No-one
would ever understand what I'd just done; and that I didn't put up any
struggle or even object, you could say it was my fault.  I felt repugnant
and forever polluted.
   That night Mum invited me into her bed.  `Sorry Tim, I didn't change
your sheets after this morning; you'll have to sleep with me.' Once again I
didn't object but just went along with it, and yes you guessed: we fucked.
Not only that night but most nights since, we sleep in her double bed and
fuck.  She's shown me lots of different positions and ways of getting her
to cum.  After each time I feel like a complete weirdo and desperately wish
I'd said no that first time but each night it's impossible and Mum is so
persuasive, I'd hate to disappoint her by refusing and if I'm honest, sex
with my mum has become a compulsion that I'm no longer able to control.
   Last summer we went on our week's holiday.  We go to the same place
every year, Morfa Dyffryn on the west coast of Wales.  We hire a caravan,
pack the car and set off.  No need for maps because Mum knows the way;
we've been coming here since before I can remember.  If the weather is nice
we while away the day on the beach which stretches for miles, venturing
into the sea when the heat becomes unbearable.  Otherwise we hit the shops,
the cafes and perhaps a country walk in the Snowdonia mountains.  Why are
we so loyal to Morfa Dyffryn?  I mentioned before, Mum is a devoted
naturist and the beach there I'm told is the nudist beach best in the UK,
perhaps even the world!  We have also met and made lots of friends there,
all fellow naturists from all over the country.  I too have met a few pals
that I look forward to meeting again each year.
   The weather started off cloudy so we spent the first two days wandering
around Harlech and Barmouth.  On the second day we were sat in the Bath
House Cafe in Barmouth, drinking tea and eating a dish of ice cream.
   `Tomorrow's supposed to be a scorcher,' said the waitress cheerfully.  I
was pleased because I was getting bored with the meagre tourist offerings
these two tired towns were able to offer, particularly as this is the
umpteenth time we'd been there.  Besides I was looking forward to meeting
Marcus, Aaron, Jemma and all the guys.
   She was right; the next morning, bar a few mile high wispy clouds, the
sky was a lovely pastel blue.  With some urgency Mum and I rushed
breakfast, didn't bother washing up and packed our picnic bag into our
little Ford Fiesta and set off.  From the beach car park the beach itself
is a few hundred yards but once on the beach, we walk over a mile along the
shore to get to the naturists' section.  I've often mused why it is that
the beach is virtually deserted until you get to the naturists' part which
then is packed full of naked bathers of all ages and sizes from small
kiddies to OAPs.  That first morning we arrived at 10:00 O'clock and so we
were among the first to get there but instead of pitching on the shore as
we normally do, Mum led the way into the dunes.  I asked why, disappointed
because we were going to miss all my friends.
   `You can come back here and meet them if you want; I just fancied a
change, that's all.' Onwards and upwards through the dunes we plodded,
carrying the hamper and towels which were weighing a ton.  Eventually we
reached a spot which Mum declared to be fine.  It was very secluded with
huge grass topped sand hills towering all around but it was miles away from
where we normally stayed and where all my buddies were.  We both laid out
our towels and peeled off all our clothes, folding them carefully.  Mum was
first to get naked and she of course looked fantastic; I was really proud
of her.  After applying generous amounts of sun-block to each other, we
both lay down to take in the sun and start our all over tan.
   After all our exertions we both fell asleep for a couple of hours.  Mum
woke me asking if I wanted a drink; through a bleary haze I said yes. 
Sipping my drink of orange juice, I noticed there were a lot more people
around than when we first arrived.  By the time I finished my drink I
noticed none of these people were sun bathing, instead they were clambering
over the sand dunes, I also noticed that they were all naked men; no women
- just men.  I thought nothing more and went back to sleep.
   An hour later I awoke hungry and so I started to fumble through the
rucksack to retrieve some sandwiches.
   I enquired: `Want something to eat Mum?'
   `Yes, I'll have a sandwich,' came her reply.  Tucking into the cheese
and tomato sandwiches I noticed now that some people were sat at the top of
the dunes looking down on us.  Some stood up looking around as though they
were lost or looking for someone, lost.  I could just see the faces of
others hiding in the grasses at the top of the dunes, spying on us.  With
all the people stood around and those looking directly at us, I felt quite
exposed for the first time; the surrounding hills covered by staring
onlookers turned into the steep sides of an amphitheatre and Mum and I were
the `attractions.'
   `Mum.  There's people up there, spying on us.' Mum looked up and smiled
mischievously at me:
   `Well let's give them something to look at shall we?' she replied,
leaning over to me, pushing me back to lie down; then I felt her hand grasp
my little cock, squeeze it and start to rub up and down its short length.
   `Mum!' I cried: `Stop it!  Not here, not in front of all these people.'
I looked around, all the men were stood up, they were no longer scanning
the beach, instead they were focussing on what Mum was doing to me.  One by
one, those hiding in the grasses stood up and they too gawped at the
spectacle that was unfolding below.  I beseeched her: `Please Mum, not here
in front of everyone.'
   Within seconds of her starting, my cock responded; within seconds it
swelled and soon it was throbbing under her ministrations and the
sensations increased more when she leaned over me and started to suck on
it. I lay on the sand helpless, looking up at the audience that gathered
feeling completely mortified.  Some were waving arms, motioning to others.
I looked up at a middle aged man with grey hair; he just smiled down at me.
I then looked up towards another man; he was tanned and completely bald. 
This time without saying a word I looked to him beseeching him with my eyes
to intervene.  I wanted him to shout down: `Oi - Stop it!  What are you
doing to that poor boy?' Instead he took a couple of steps closer to the
brow of the sand dune to get a better view, and then I could see him
standing, running his hand along the biggest cock I`ve ever seen in my
life. He wasn't going to help me; instead he was publicly wanking that huge
cock that looked like a chair leg protruding from in between his legs; it
was obvious that I was the subject of his fantasy; I felt a shudder.
   Mum's suction increased; my tool started to twitch and in front of an
audience of 40 to 50 people, it discharged its load of warm white cum
directly into her mouth; I couldn't help but let out a stifled mewl
followed by frantic gasps as she continued sucking on my by now,
ultra-sensitive cock.  When the suction stopped, that was my queue to get
up and bury my head in between Mum's legs and slurp on her warm, savoury
twat juices and somehow pretend to be oblivious to the crowd of morbidly
intrigued spectators looking down on us.  Whilst licking up her warm cunt
juices, I felt a hand compass my member and she started playing with it,
rubbing it frantically until it once again, swelled rigid.  To make sure,
she manoeuvred her torso round so that she could lock her mouth back onto
my little fleshy stump without interrupting my suction on her hot, wet
pussy.  We slurped, licked and sucked until we were both on the verge of
climax.
   `C'mon Timmy - fuck me!' came her instruction.
   Stating the obvious, I replied: `Mum, there's loads of people watching
us.' She retorted with complete indifference for the watching circle of
witnesses:
`Ignore them; just get it in and get fucking me!' I looked around;
numbers had doubled and still more were making their way across the distant
sand dunes towards our general direction, like vultures drawn by other
circling vultures.  I saw that two of the men were ogling at us through
binoculars so they could see every detail, close up.  I knelt up and
shuffled myself around to get in between my mum's outstretched knees,
timidly covering my small cock with my hands as best as I could.  Mum
raised her bum off the towel to meet it, and it slid in effortlessly.  I
started to pump half-heartedly unable to avoid looking at each member of
the gathered audience many of who were looking at us intently whilst
masturbating.  I saw the bald man with the huge stump now sat down at the
top of the dune, staring at me while rubbing it.  Mum shouted at me:
`Harder Tim; put your back into it!  - fuck me harder!'
   After a short while she pushed me off, turned over and got up onto her
hands and knees.  Dutifully I slipped my cock into her wet expectant twat
from behind and pumped it in and out as hard as I could.  Mum looked up and
surveyed the assembled crowd.  From behind, I couldn't see her expression
so I had no idea what her reaction was.  A few minutes later though she
pointed to the bald man and motioned for him to come down the sand dune; he
duly obliged bouncing down the sand dune, his face lit with glee like a
game show contestant, all without interrupting a single stroke to his huge
extremity.  I guessed he was in his early forties, tanned and about the
same height as me but quite stockily built.  For my part I continued
fucking Mum as hard as I could, increasing the tempo to as fast a pace as I
could physically manage.  The bald man knelt in front of Mum, wafting his
mammoth stick in her face, she grabbed it and locked her mouth around its
purple cock head and sucked it hard.  He looked across at me and smiled
benevolently and then his eyes rolled and face contorted just as mine did
when Mum sucked on my cock.  Within minutes I felt the inexorable journey
begin and seconds later my cock swelled before spurting an abundant measure
of thick white cum seed deep into her womb.
   Having fulfilled my duty, I quickly dismounted and grabbed a towel to
cover my nakedness from the watching crowd.  The bald man instantly took
the opportunity to shuffle around to the rear end of my mum; she was still
on her hands and knees.  I watched him inject his colossal baton deep into
her pussy until it disappeared from view completely.  He withdrew and then
plunged it and started to thrust.  The visualization of this total stranger
undertaking this most intimate act right there in front of me made my
diaphragm constrict and my stomach churn.  I should be there doing that,
not him!  His face reddened and his eyes bulged lasciviously as he grabbed
my mum's hips and lunged his tool deep down into her love-tunnel slamming
his hips against her buttocks.  Mum cried out, and again, and again with
each spiteful thrust; clearly my poor mum was in agony.  I could stand it
no more so I stood up, disregarding my towel falling onto the sand
re-exposing me.  I had to intervene; I tried to push him over, shouting:
   `Stop it!  Stop it!  You're hurting her.' But to my astonishment I heard
Mum yell:
   `Fuck off Tim; just sit down and be quiet!' The man continued pummelling
my mum's cunt hard.  I could hardly bear to watch and listen to her howling
cries; I was convinced he was hurting my poor wretched mum and so I
couldn't understand why she just allowed him to do this to her.  My stare
darted from her, to him, back to her again.  Mum shook her head violently
presumably to overcome the agony she was enduring, her hair wafted about
uncontrollably; her dangling udder like tits swung and jangled around her
chest.  I recognised the expression building on the man's face; my poor
mum's ordeal was drawing to an end if only she could hold out for just a
few more seconds.  Her face contorted with agony, wailing, she tried in
vain to crawl forward away from her tormentor, but he held her hips in a
vice like grip.  His face distended and he roared as he injected her.  He
must have pumped a lot of cum into her because he continued to slowly push
with buttocks clenched, that outsized implement deep into her for another
full minute or two.  At last he released Mum allowing her to flop
breathlessly on the sand.
   `Are you all right Mum?' I enquired urgently.  I beseeched her: `Mum,
speak to me!' Mum flopped and just sprawled out on the towel, beetroot
faced and still covered in sand specs, trying to catch her breath.  The man
stood up, turned around and without saying another word, walked away along
the path leading to the shore.  Most of the other audience members also
began to slink away, the show now over.  Mum sat bolt upright; black eye
makeup trickled down her cheeks.  She called after the man: `Mister, I'm
back here tomorrow!' I looked at my mum in bewilderment; hardly believing
what I'd just heard.  She wanted to put herself through that torment again:
but why?
   That had to be the worst day of my life.  The dark, sordid secret I dare
not even confide in anyone had been the centre attraction of a public
exhibition, and not only that, but my mum found someone else better
equipped and better able to satisfy her carnal lusts than I.  So now, would
my fucking her ever be the same?  Or was I even superfluous to her
requirements now?  Maybe I'd just fucked my mum for the last time; in a lot
of ways I'm gonna miss it; I never thought I'd say this but I'm gonna miss
fucking my mum every night.  
  
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