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I Saw My Mother Naked
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I was 11 years old when I saw my mother naked.
Well… I’m pretty sure I saw her loads naked when I was a baby, but I don’t think that really counts because I wasn’t really into girls as a baby, and if I was, that would be weird. And naked to me in those days meant seeing a pair of breasts, not the full Monty naked but still. So lemme correct that first statement…
I was 11 years old when I saw my first pair of breasts. Never mind that it belonged to my mother. It still counts. I guess.
I was wandering the house. It was a Wednesday afternoon. My mom and father didn’t work those days so they’d be at home to take care of me and my brothers. However, it was just me and my mom at home today because my brothers were out with my father at a movie. I remember taking a nap before because I didn’t want to fall asleep in the movie theatre so I told my brothers, the both of them, to wake me up before they left. The fact that younger brothers can never be relied on, as dictated by the Laws of Younger Brothers, meant that they forgot to wake me up. The both of them.
I woke up grouchy at the thought that I had wasted a perfectly good nap to watch a movie only to have its purpose wasted. Now being 11, pumped full of hormones, and the fact that I was the eldest brother and that I know what is best because I’m the mature one, I did something that would only make sense to any eldest child: I went to complain to my mother to make sure my younger siblings would get in trouble.
Satisfied with my plan on letting my brothers pay, I went downstairs to look for my mom. I went through to the kitchen hoping to hear the familiar humming that my mom would do. She had different songs to hum for whatever she was doing. If she was cleaning dishes, or preparing beef stew, or doing the crossword puzzle by the kitchen window, they would all have their own distinctive humming. I walked through to the hallway slowly hoping to hear something, but there was nothing today.
I traveled to the TV room — maybe she was watching one of those soap operas she always enjoyed. She would sometimes catch a few minutes of General Hospital if she was done cleaning or finished her crossword early. Sometimes I would watch with her, to find out what was so enthralling about evil twins popping up every week, but regardless they made her happy. So it made me happy. Today though, nothing.
Thinking this really odd, it dawned on me that the house was silent. For the first time. It scared me. I hadn’t noticed it but my mom was not to be found in any of her usual places. The only place she could be is in her room I remember thinking. I set off up the stairs to her room.
As I approached her room I remember that the door was slightly ajar. I was never allowed to enter my parents’ room. It was just a family rule to knock before entering for common courtesy. But I remember my parents’ door to their room was always closed. To have it open now was slightly unsettling. A small crack into a world I wasn’t allowed to be a part of.
Now to an 11 year old mind who has an active imagination, I thought it was better to peek through the small window, in case there was a house intruder and I had to save my mom and become the hero on the first page of the newspaper the next day. So I peeked.
I saw my mother naked. Well, her shirt was off, and she was staring into a mirror back at herself. Her back was to me and when I saw her naked, it was really just me looking at the reflection in the mirror. That still counts though. I guess.
I felt entranced. I was 11 years old, my goal of my life at the moment was to find a pair of breasts to ogle. But this was my MOM’S. I was conflicted. It felt like one eye was trying to look away while the other soaked it up. I felt the heat rise in my face. This was wrong. But it didn’t feel wrong. What I found really odd though was my mom feeling her breasts. What a visual for a pubescent boy. But I thought it was odd in the way she was doing it. It looked like nothing in the videos I’ve seen of other people doing it. My mom was groping around and almost digging in certain places almost as if she was feeling for something. And her face took no pleasure in doing this. Again, the videos were wrong. Her face was grimacing, almost in pain at her hands…probing around. As if searching for something. And then her face did something I wouldn’t expect to ever see from the woman that was vigilant in teaching my brothers right and wrong, the face that was synonymous with fear for me. My mom’s face looked defeated.
It broke my heart to see my mother look like that. Something was wrong. I wanted to reach out and hug that pain away, to let her know that she doesn’t have to feel whatever she was feeling. That whatever she was facing, we could go through it as a family. But there was nothing I could really do. Especially not at 11. There was nothing really ANYONE could do for her. That glimpse though, that small crack into my parent’s room, it wasn’t that I wasn’t allowed to be a part of that world. It was a world that I didn’t want to know.
I didn’t know much then. It’s arguable I still don’t know much now. But I guess I should change that statement I said earlier about seeing my mother naked. 
I was 11 years old when I found out my mother had cancer.
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Hi, let me tell you about the 4 times (no kidding) I have seen my mom naked. The first time was planned, the others were accidental.
I was 4 and wanted to know what a naked woman was like. One evening the maid told me: “You’re curious, junior”.
So I thought: “well, yeah, that’s right, I’d like to see a woman naked, but it’s not such a big deal… or is it? ...”. So I realized there was something forbidden and desired in seeing a woman naked.
I got determined to see a woman naked. Now I had to think of a woman and a moment when I could see her naked. Instantly I thought “my mom, when she’s bathing”. So I would make my move the next time my mom went to bathe.
The next time she went to bathe, I opened the door slightly and saw her.
It was divine, my mom in all her glory, nude, delicious, the boobs, the p.u.s.s.y…now the image in my memory is fuzzy, but it’s a memory full of exquisite pleasure.
I liked the experience so much that I decided to see my mom every time she went to bathe. I thought nobody saw me peeking, but later that evening my mom told me: “…you don’t see your mom naked”. I was taken aback when she let me know she saw me peeking, and I got a little upset ‘cause I wasn’t going to be able to see her naked again.
Since then I have an unbelievable fascination for women nudity.
When I was 6, one morning I got up to brush my teeth. I opened the bathroom door and walked directly to the sink, not noticing a thing, when suddenly I hear a voice: “hey!!...I’m bathing”. Quickly I turned to see and it was my mom covering herself with her hands. I liked so much seeing my mom naked again.
When I was 7 I went to my room looking for my parents, when I open the door I see them on the bed, surprised and totally naked. My mom was over him on her stomach, and it was impossible not to stare at that big butt, that very hot tan butt of my mom, the crack in her a.s.s so black and dark, and all that delicious tan skin of my naked mom’s body. An image so hot that I still keep it in my mind and gives me pleasure.
When I was 12, one night I went to my parent’s room, their bathroom door was open and I saw my mom frontally COMPLETELY NAKED (she was only wearing a towel on her head).
It was the hottest thing to look at her all naked, but the most incredibly delicious thing was seeing her p.u.s.s.y, SHE HAD A FULL BLACK P.U.S.S.Y. I will never forget that huge, very black triangle standing out between her thighs. I was so aroused for seeing her p.u.s.s.y that I went to my room immediately to m.a.s.t.u.r.b.a.t.e whispering over and over again “…that black p.u.s.s.y, that black p.u.s.s.y…”
So I think I’ve been lucky, and those hot images I keep in my memory still arouse me. Thanks for reading the whole story.

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We live in a small apartment (one bedroom), so I see a lot of her, and we’re not a super private family. It’s just seeing her in her bra and panties every so often, and sometimes she’ll take off her bra in front of me (turning away from me, don’t get too excited). There were a few incidents when I was first discovering how to jerk off and everything where I’d sort of peek at her changing. During that time I only ever saw her tits, and it was less a “my mom is hot” thing than a “ooh, boobs” thing. Long story short, she caught me looking and I stopped.
But her tits, holy shit. Again, I wasn’t thinking about her like that then, but I recognized amazing tits when I saw them, and these were great. About as big as they could be without getting gross and too droopy, and good shape and everything. Anyway.
The recent event: Yesterday, she told me in the morning that she was going out for the whole day until 5:00ish or so, and being a teenager on summer break I figured alright, great chance to jerk off. So pretty much the second she’s out the door, I kick out on the sofa (the sofa’s facing the door) with my laptop, get naked and bring up a porn video I love (it’s the one with Zoey Holloway with her son going away to college).
I’m really hard, I have vaseline and everything, really into it when I hear the door slam shut, and I look up and my mom’s standing right fucking there, staring at my vaseline covered dick with my hand around it. And the worst part–I’d set my laptop away from me so I didn’t have time to turn off the sound before my Mom had heard Zoey Holloway say “Cum for mommy” (and the sound was very, very high, there was no way she didn’t hear it).
But here’s the weird part: Mom didn’t freak out, she didn’t run out the door or anything, she just sort of stood there looking at me with her mouth a little open.
But I instinctually freak, yelling like “Mom, what the fuck, look away”, all of that, and after like a minute she replies with “Sorry, I had to get my debit card” really casually.
Alright, still – pretty normal story albeit with a weird addition. But after this, I don’t know, it feels like something changed. She came home and I thought there’d be no mention of it, but the first thing she asked was, “Have a good time while I was out?” with a little grin and then hugged me a little.
That’s not too weird but for us, we barely ever hug or kiss or anything, so I felt like it had some more meaning.
And later, she took a shower and came into the living room to talk to me in just a bathrobe and a towel on her head. Like I said, seeing each other partially naked isn’t that weird, but usually it’s a fast thing. Here she sat with me for a long time on the sofa and had a conversation about the coming school year in just the bathrobe, and I have to admit, I got kind of hard from the conversation. She sort of leaned forward, and I had to move to hide the fact that I was hard. But when we were done, she just got up and walked inside.
And an addendum: since this happened, I’ve been fantasizing about her more, too. I masturbated again after the bathrobe incident, and though I wasn’t interested in doing anything with her before now, I gotta say, she was the only person on my mind that time.Thoughts? How should I proceed? Does she want something from me or should I maintain the status quo? Help!
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