My Nude Mum (CougarGril X brother4u

John was a typical 16 year old boy he loved his games his bike and his friends. He loved being outside more than anything, and climbing trees was at the top of his list of fun things to do. He dreamed of being a mountain climber and was forever pretending when he was in trees he was on high mountain top reaching for the last few hand holds to pull himself to the very top. John was pretty normal and was full of hormones like all other boys his age. He loved to read and look at his Dad's magazines he left in the bathroom and the pictures he found online of naked or partially naked women. He mostly loved breasts they were his favorite thing and then there were rock hard nipples. Nipples drove him nuts he could not get enough of hard long nipples any color or shape.

This was just any other day except his teachers were having a conference in the afternoon so they let school out early and he arrived at the house much earlier than he normally would. He usually went inside and greeted his mum but today he dropped his back pack on the back steps and ran to his favorite tree in the back of the house. it was huge and towered over the two story home they lived in. He was up the tree in no time hanging upside down on a branch near the top which put him just above the open balcony doors to his parents room. He had no idea his mom was not expecting him this early either and was just stepping out of the bathroom in her bedroom fully nude unaware her young man was hanging outside her window swinging back and forth as her nude body came into view. She had her back to him as his eyes focused on her and he almost blurted out loud "Holy shit!" but was able to stiffle it just in time. John quickly righted himself and sat on the huge branch his mouth open and eyes wide as she mum turned toward the window just enough for him to get a wonderful view of her breasts and soft nipples. Fearing he might be seen he retreated to the huge trunk of the tree and hid for a few seconds then peeked around to see her sitting down on her bed lotion in hand as she started rubbing it all over her body starting at her breasts first. He could not tear his eyes from her body and soon realized he had a woody. He pulled back behind the trunk and sat down facing away his heart pounding in his chest. "I'm a f-ing perv looking at my mum." He whispered. He touched his tent that had formed in his pants and then thought about looking some more. He eased around the trunk and looked as she was opening her legs and rubbing lotion on them and between her thighs. John turned away as she looked up at something outside the window hoping he had not been discovered. He sat there panting hard and then peeked again to see if he was clear and climbed silently and skillfully down the tree and ran around to the back of the house grabbing his back pack and running inside. "Mum I'm home where are you./"

Damn. Mia hastily grabbed her robe and wrapped it loosely around her as she stepped out of her bedroom to greet her son.

She appreciated the little time she got to herself. What with holding down a part-time job, running the house and looking after her son, John, and husband, Mike, she didn’t get that much of it. And her one relaxation was to have a leisurely bath and indulge herself in her one beauty treatment, a thorough massage of her skin with lotion. Her body was in good condition for a mother in her late 30s. The sight of it could still get Mike aroused, despite a small paunch, the occasional scar and blemish. Her breasts were still firm and her ass wasn’t heading south. She had no need for all those products that her friends spent small fortunes on.

She was well into her routine when she heard the door shut and her son call. As she had relaxed, her hands had lingered over her breasts and between her thighs. Where was the harm? It was good to feel her gentle caresses, so different from Mike’s rougher handling. Not that she objected to that sort of treatment. Quite the opposite in fact. But sometimes, just for a change, it was good to experience a different kind of love making. But now it had been cut short, cruelly. She wouldn’t get a chance to finish off and there’d be no chance for another session until the weekend.

Hi,’ she called. ‘I wasn’t expecting you back so soon.’

John dropped his back pack on the table in the kitchen as he walked into the living area. He heard his Mum call back and he looked up to see her just closing her robe as she looked over the railing at him. "Yea the teachers had a training day so they let us all go early." John stood there the image of her nude standing in her bed room fresh in his mind as he looked at her standing there. His heart was still beating way to fast and he found himself wondering if she had seen him in the tree and was she about to tell him he was grounded. So he took the time to run up the stairs and hug his mum, and he did wrapping his arms around her the feeling of her silky robe felt good to his face and arms. She felt warm and he knew that was from just getting out of her bath. Her hair was wet and it tickled his forehead as he mashed into her. John loved to hug his mum but right now in the back of his mind he knew he what he was hugging and what it looked like under this robe.
"I love you mum." He felt like a moron but that was all he could think to say at this point. He let go and stepped back and looked up at her.

"would you mind if i went out to play for a bit, I promise to be back before dinner?" John smiled up at his mom trying to see in her face if she had any signs that she had actually seen him earlier, and he saw none.

‘Of course, John, do whatever you want, take as long as you like.’

Mia could barely contain her relief that her son wanted to go out or wait for him to go.

As soon as the door had shut behind him, she hurried back to her bedroom, tossed off her robe and grabbed the lotion. Slowly she renewed the lotion over the breasts, gently tweaking her nipples into life. Then she lay back and raised each leg in turn to massage her thighs and calves.

Next she rolled onto her stomach and worked the lotion vigorously into her buttocks. This was a favourite part of her routine, reminding her of the treatment her husband, Mike would give her on those special nights when she had been naughty and needed to be punished. Her nails dug deep, clawing at her flesh.

Finally she rolled onto her back for the final part. Lying on her back with her legs spread, she worked the lotion into her belly and slowly down towards her crotch, where her fingers worked their way methodically over her lips before sneaking between them to ferret out that little button of pleasure.

And all the while she indulged her fantasy, that this private act of self-love was not in fact private, but was being secretly viewed by someone – the person varied, a stranger, a neighbour, someone she had flirted with at a party – whose secret presence added to her arousal.

John hurried down the stairs when his Mum told him he could. John's heart was racing as he slammed the door behind him and headed for the tree in the back yard.
John hesitated at the bottom of the tree and looked up at his Mum's balcony, the doors still open. He climbed but he was very quiet as he climbed to the top of this huge tree. When he reached the spot he was at earlier he made sure he was on the back side of the trunk so he could not be heard or seen by his Mum. The sun was behind his back and shined right into her bedroom. John's heart was pounding in his chest so hard he could feel it in his neck. He eased his head around the trunk and saw her there laying on the bed her leg in the air as her hands ran smoothly along them they shined in the sunlight. She was smoothing lotion on them
again. He was trembling and sweating as he clung to the tree tightly his body leaned into it as he kept his eye on her naked body. he felt like someone was watching him but he took a quick look around and saw the foliage on the tree hid him completely from any prying eyes. John turned back in time to see his mum
Lay on her back and spread wide her lovely legs and give him his first view of a woman's most private area. He gasped as he watched her hands. His young teen brain was trying hard to take in what was happening but he knew what ever she was doing felt good. He could see the pleasure on her face, and saw she was in no hurry to finish what she was doing. He had longed to see a naked woman but never knew his mum would be the first one he would see. She was gorgeous and he wanted to see more up close not so far away. he planned his next time he would be much closer he would just have to figure a way to do it.

John could feel his penis move and twitch in his jeans as he leaned against the tree and wondered if that was a bad thing as he was watching his mum. But it felt good and so he touched it and stuck his hand down inside his jeans as she was touching herself between her legs.

After her initial relief that John had left her in peace, Mia forgot him as she sank into self-indulgence. The warmth of her bath mingled with the tingling of the massage made her body glow as she moved slowly but inexorably towards self pleasure. Her fingers delayed as long as they could their steady progress towards her lips. Her tongue slipped between her teeth as the tips of her fingers finally reached their target. A sigh escaped as they glided over the surface of her lips, pressing gently so that they worked their way steadily inside, closer to that button that was already tingling in anticipation. She gasped as her nail finally made contact and she felt the female cock, as she always thought of it, stiffen.

Her chest was heaving now, as she scratched over its surface and her mind pictured her new neighbour, the tall, handsome black-haired 30 something husband, watching her through her open windows. His presence added to her arousal, just as her self-loving added to his. In her mind, she saw his hand working down his body and releasing his cock so that it could sway to and fro in the warm air.

With the image of a string of his sperm hanging from its tip, she moved to her vagina, working with the tip of her finger around the entrance before easing inside. First one finger, then a second, then a third, pushing deeper and forcing her open wider. Opening her wide enough for that cock that was waving in the breeze. No, no longer waving, it was held now, held fast by that firm grip that was pumping steadily in rhythm with Mia’s own movements.

Soon her body was arching and she was moaning as the waves of her orgasm washed across her belly.

This was something completely new to John, he had never seen anything as amazing as this and it moved him in so many ways all at the same time. He watched every movement of her body, and her hands as he touched himself down in his jeans. He would of undone them but he was hanging in a tree and could only use one hand. John knew in the back of his mind this was wrong, she was his Mum, but could not stop watching. His heart was pounding like a drum as her fingers slipped inside of her then it seemed as she worked them in and out that she put more in till she was squirming and bucking into her hand. All the while his hand was feverishly working on his own little member inside his pants not completely aware of how excited she was making him.

When she began to make noises in time with her hand movements he kinda lost it he hand was a blurr in his jeans and when she arched her back and sorta squealed he lost it and exploded in his hand. But not the usual cum this was massive he got light headed and load after load of cum filled his hand and he began to loose grip on the tree. Then it happened the snap of a twig as he stepped on a small branch then he lost his grip and down the tree he went very quickly.

The noise was too loud of his liking he was not afraid of falling he was making too much noise. "owww....ouch....shit...mmmmm.".snap then a low thud as he dropped onto his ass at the foot of the tree. John was up in a flash and hiding in the shrubs under his moms balcony looking up from his cover. How could he be so stupid she must of heard all that. He was shaking but as he sat there he knew it wasn't fear it was excitement.

Mia lay back gasping as the waves slowly faded away. The gentle breeze from the open windows cooled her skin and helped to calm her mind. Her orgasm had been so intense this time. Probably because her imagination had been so vivid. It was as if her neighbour really had been standing, watching, masturbating in time with her. It was impossible, she knew that, he would have to be in the tree to see into her room. But it was different this time. She could feel his eyes fixed on her. Sense his arousal at watching her. Did he know that she was thinking of him? Was he somewhere right at this moment feeling unaccountably excited, as if something was happening to him but he wasn’t sure what it was or who was causing it? Had he seen her watching him when she thought he wasn’t looking? Did he secretly do the same? Did he have thoughts about her as she had about him?

Then she heard it. A sudden unexpected noise, like a twig snapping. Then someone cursing. Or did she just imagine that? It was always so quiet in this neighbourhood. She rarely heard a sound as she lay here, lost in her own world. She rose automatically to glance out of the window, just to be sure, but expecting nothing more than an animal. It never occurred to her to cover herself as she looked out to see what had caused the noise.

John could hardly he had just done what he did. He hid there under the balcony in the bushes looking up he could here her footsteps on the landing over his head.
he could just imagine her naked on the balcony looking out into the tree. He was still hard and he loved it. His pants were wet with his cum and he almost giggled
knowing he got away with something that his dad would beat him for and lock him in his room.

John waited for along time then went back in the house and slipped in quietly and up the stairs passing his mums room as he tiptoed. He slowed down and listened but could nothing. He hurried to his room and tore off his clothes and cleaned up grabbing a pair of his gym shorts and putting a tee shirt on. John slipped out of his room and down the hall outside his mum's room. He put his ear to her door and listened. He heard what he thought was her shower running and dropped to the floor and peeked under her door. There was a gap at the bottom of her door and he could see into her room and the room was empty. John was so excited and wanted to see more of him Mum. he knew she stayed in her room alot after he gets home from school but always wondered why until today. John took a deep breath and turned the door knob slowly. It was unlocked he let out his breath and stepped in closing the door behind him. John looked around the room seeing panties and a bra on the bed. He could hear the shower running and knew his Mum would be out soon. John moved to the folding doors of her closet to the left of her bed and opened it and stepped in closing the louvered doors. John could feel her soft clothes around him as he hid there looking through the small slits in the door. Waiting for her to come back in the room.

Mia emerged from her shower clean and refreshed. She fumbled for a clean, dry towel as the water dripped over her eyes. Slowly she patted herself dry, lingering over the sensation of the towel caressing her skin as her hands had done not so long before. Finally dry, she tossed the towel into the washing basket and walked through to her bedroom.

There on the bed were her favourite underwear, the ones she always wore after one of her private sessions. Pale blue in colour, silk with a trim of lace. Unlike so much underwear nowadays, it was a perfect fit that supported and enhanced rather than pushed and cut.

She began with the panties, enjoying for a few moments the soft feeling between her fingers before she sat on the edge of the bed and pulled them over her feet and up above her knees. Rising, she eased them over her thighs and up to her hips, where they cradled her pussy and clasped her ass like a lover’s hands. Time now for the bra. Both hands through the straps, she lifted each breast in turn into its cup, ensuring they were both nestled safely. Standing back to check her appearance in the mirror, she noticed that her nipples were still erect and protruding through the fabric.

Now what should she wear? Nothing provocative. She didn’t feel like her husband’s attentions tonight; there was no need after the delicious session she had just experienced. Something plain and comfortable. A simple cotton dress. Now where had she put it? She was sure she had washed it. It had to be in the closet somewhere. She reached out to the door that stood slightly ajar.

John stood quietly in the closet looking through the slits in the door as he mum came out naked her breasts moving with every step. He gasped softly and stuck his hand deep into his gym shorts and clutched his had little dick. His hand moved over it god it felt good looking at a real naked woman while touching his dick. This was sooo much better than his dads magazines. She put on panties first and his eyes never left her body. He was so engaged watching her he never thought about how wrong this was or that this was his loving mum. She picked up a bra and slipped it over her breasts and he groaned softly almost a whine, he loved her soft nipples. He smiled as she looked in the mirror she did look excellent to him she was so hot.

When she turned and headed right for his hiding place in the closet he froze for a sec pulling his hand from his shorts leaving a raging hard on in them. John moved back in the closet all the way to the left of the closet behind so dresses that almost hung to the floor. They felt so good on his skin and smelled like his mum.

John could not see his mum as he heard her foot steps come to the closet. He stood still his back touching the back wall of the closet he could see only the back of the dresses he was hiding behind. His hard on pokes out straight in front of him and if his mum finds him, well his young teen brain runs wild trying to think of a reason to be where he was, and could not think of one single thing. His heart was pounding in his chest and he sways side to side fear building in his little brain.
God has he fucked up this time he got too excited and may have just put himself in danger of being locked in his room for life.

Mia rummaged quickly through the dresses in her closet and pulled out one in light pink cotton. She stepped nimbly into it and, turning to watch herself in her full length mirror, she pulled it up with a wiggle over her hips and her breasts. She pushed her feet into her shoes and, with a final lingering look, walked to the bedroom door.

She had just opened the door when she stopped at the sight of her husband coming up the stairs.

‘Mike, hi, I didn’t hear you come in.’

‘Hi, honey, the door was on the latch.’

Mike was at the bedroom door now, staring at his wife’s body through the thin material.

‘John must have left it like that – he’s got home early and gone out to play.’

Mike’s hands were on her ass now, pulling her closer to him.

‘Yea, Mia, well I’ve got home early too, so what say we play some?’

Mia pushed her hands between them and eased away.

‘No, Mike, please, I’ve just had a bath and I couldn’t relax in case John disturbed us.’

But Mike pulled her back.

‘Don’t worry. If he’s out playing, he won’t be back until he gets hungry. Come on. At least do your special dance for me. You know how much I enjoy it.’

Her special dance was a striptease and, yes, Mia knew how much he enjoyed it.

‘OK, Mike,’ she agreed reluctantly, ‘but that’s all, not with John around and liable to walk in on us.’

Mike grinned and threw himself down on the bed to watch.

Mia kicked off her shoes and slowly began to gyrate, swivelling her hips and swaying to imaginary music. She danced around the bed, her eyes closed, trying to forget that her husband was watching. Truth to tell, this made her feel dirty. She wouldn’t mind if she was doing it for anyone else than her husband. A stranger or someone she knew like that neighbour she had fantasised about. But Mike was different, probably because she knew what would inevitably follow, however much she protested and pleaded.

As her rhythm increased, she faced the bed and caressed her breasts before turning, pushing out her ass and running her hands up her thighs and buttocks. Back to face him again, hands roving over her belly and crotch, before another spin. Keeping her head turned towards him and her eyes on his, she eased the zip down her back and let the dress fall off her shoulders, before turning quickly towards him as the dress fell free of her breasts. She ignored his loud sigh, spinning around again as she eased the dress over her hips and buttocks and let it fall to the floor.

With the dress around her ankles, she stopped.

‘Is that enough, Mike, can I stop now please?’ she almost begged him.

But Mike hadn’t had enough yet.

‘No, no, Mia. You know how much I like this. Don’t you want to please me? Why won’t you finish off, just this once, just for me?’

Mia sighed. She knew she had no choice. Slowly she began the same routine, this time in her underwear.

John stood back glued to the wall as his mum opened the closet and began to search through the dresses. She was so close he could smell her shampoo, he held his breath and did not dare to take another till she closed the closet. John let out his breath slowly and listened as she moved around outside. She was close so he did not move till he heard the door open to the hall.

Then he heard his dads voice and they were talking, and coming back in the room. John's heart started to pound in his chest holy shit his dad was home he wasn't supposed to be home. He could see through the slats as his dad dropped on the bed and was looking at his mum telling her what he wanted and could not hear all they were saying but turned and leaned a little to watch his mum and she took off the dress she had just put on and he watched it as it slowly slide down her curvy body and hit the floor. She looked like she was about to leave the room but she was brought back by whatever his dad had just said to her.

OMG she was moving her body her hips her breasts were jiggling in her bra. What was she doing he wondered as he watched her his eyes widening and his little dick was getting hard again. John was loving the show his mum was putting on but he kept watching his dad then his mum he wanted her to remove her bra and panties again and he kept watching even though he was taking his life in his hands standing so close to the slats they he might be seen through the slats. It was worth it in his young teen mind as he slid his hand into his gym shorts again to massage his hard cock as he watched him mum move for his dad.

Mia reluctantly repeated her routine, knowing that this time she would be left naked. Demurely, she kept her eyes lowered so as not to see the rising excitement on Mike’s face. She danced around the bed, over and over again, trying to delay the moment when she had to remove her clothes and to prolong the inevitable aftermath. She did not mind sex with her husband; it was just that, right now, immediately after her self-loving and her earth quaking climax, she was not ready for his attentions or the rougher sex that he preferred. She kept the rhythm slow, hoping it would not be too arousing, but Mike was eager for her to finish.

‘Come on, Mia, get those tits out, let’s see those beauties bounce.’

Obediently, Mia ran her hands over her breasts, pushing them up and out, forward towards Mike’s staring eyes. Then she turned slowly away and, with her back to him, unfastened her bra. With the straps loose, she supported each cup with a hand and turned to face him before removing her hands and letting her breasts swing free. She tried to make the movement as matter of fact as possible so as to minimise his arousal.

Now she danced around the bed again, the rhythm making her breasts sway gently. Mike was silent now, his eyes following her nipples as they bounced and swung. Desperate now to get it over with, Mia turned her back and slowly inched her panties down, over her hips, across her buttocks and down her thighs, holding the top so that by the end she was bent double, her ass to her husband and her panties around her ankles. Leaving them there, she rose and turned towards him.

He was off the bed now, coming towards her, his hands reaching for her.

‘No,’ she pleaded, ‘no, Mike. You asked me to dance for you that was all. Please don’t make me do anything more. I can’t relax with John around.’

‘Don’t worry,’ Mike leered, ‘you’ll soon forget all about him.’

In a sudden movement, he grabbed her and tossed her on the bed, where she landed in a heap. By the time she had righted herself, he was out of his clothes and coming towards her, his cock swaying with a drip of cum already hanging from the tip.