“W-w-what do you have planned?” he stammered.
“Oh, that’s a surprise,” I smiled, glancing towards his crotch area every so slyly, before standing up and heading towards the door.
At the door, I turned and asked, “Did you know tomorrow is National Nude Day?”
“I didn’t know such a day existed,” he said.
“Now you do,” I shrugged and left him to finish what I likely interrupted.
I went to bed excited and nervous about tomorrow…but I decided that the seeds were planted and all I had to do now was let it grow.
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I woke up next morning, surprisingly, after ten o’clock…I seldom slept past eight. I lay in bed a few minutes as I contemplated whether or not I was really going to go through with my plan. I pondered the decision by making a mental pros and cons list:
Pros:
-I loved Paul
-I could finally feel the intimacy I had long searched for
-Incest was the ultimate form of love
-I wanted to share everything with Paul
-I desperately wanted him
Cons:
-Lust is a sin
-I would forever change the mother-son relationship with my son
-It was morally wrong
-What if Paul rejected my advances?
-I could lose everything
-Religion?
The religious piece I hadn’t really considered, even while at church the past few weeks. I grabbed my robe, grabbed the laptop and logged on, I searched online for religious philosophy on incest. Although I read extremes from both sides, a few things stood out that made me feel comfortable I wouldn’t burn in hell for my lust:
-Although the bible definitely doesn’t promote incest, Adan and Eve had the same DNA and would clearly be considered brother and sister today.
-Abraham and Sarah were brother and sister.
-All animals started one male, one female, which means all life began through incest.
-Which theoretically implied that every relationship in the world is incestuous if you followed the many, many generations.
Those thoughts made me feel comfortable with my decision to sleep with my son, then I read the following that made me feel that fate was guiding me to finish my seduction today on Nude Day:
-God wanted all people to be nudists, thus another day that celebrates God is Nude Day.
I took a deep breath, I dropped my robe and walked to Paul’s room. His door was open and I realized he was already up. I paused, suddenly wondering if not being in his room was a sign I wasn’t supposed to do this. I was still contemplating my next move when I jumped from Paul’s words.
“Mom!” Paul gasped from behind me.
I turned around, completely naked, allowing my son to see my firm breasts and trimmed pussy, “Good morning, Paul. Happy Nude Day.”
He stammered, clearly shocked by seeing me naked, “Y-y-you too.”
I smiled, “I hope this doesn’t make you uncomfortable, but now that you’re eighteen I believe you are old enough to celebrate Nude Day the way it was originally meant to be celebrated.”
He stared at me. Clearly unsure what to say, what to do.
Being the aggressor, I walked the few feet to him, and asked, “Are you going to join your Mother in celebrating Nude Day?”
“S-s-sure,” he stammered, unable to make eye contact with me.