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I watched my mother looking through the window.

She was in the kitchen washing the dishes on a weekend morning. She's a lawyer. Her schedule is always hectic. Often times she spends long hours in the office meeting with clients or writing legal briefs. If she had a courtroom appearance, she would spend her nights doing research on the computer and preparing for strenuous oral arguments. She has always been a naturally hard worker with a powerful drive to be successful.

On the rare occasion that she has some free time, she enjoys doing normal things. Usually she enjoys cooking and sharing food with other people. Other times she enjoys going on long jogs alone. If the weather is warm, she'll insist that we go on bike rides together, or to the beach.

Weeks ago she told me that she was going to begin seeing a ther****t. It came as a complete surprise since she always seemed so happy and optimistic about life. I never asked her why, since it's such a personal decision. I figured that if she wanted me to know her reasons, then she would simply tell me.

Confessions of a Loving Mother

It was a typical weekend morning, which meant that my mother was probably cooking again. She didn't have an upcoming trial, so she probably cooked and baked a lot of food. When I went to the kitchen for breakfast, there she was, in an apron near the stove.

"Right on time," she said.

The food was prepared, and we sat down to eat together.

My mother randomly slid a pamphlet across the table to me. "I'll be attending Dr. Rossii's two-day seminar in a few months. Have you ever heard of him?"

"Yeah, I think so," I replied, briefly looking through the pamphlet. "He's been on cable news a bunch of times, right?"

"That's him. My ther****t recommend him to me. They're close friends. I'm also scheduled to have a few private meetings with Dr. Rossii since he'll be in town for a couple of weeks."

"Yeah, and I'm guessing those private meetings aren't free either."

"The price is listed on the back," she said reluctantly.

I looked at the back of the pamphlet and I couldn't believe it. "Jeez, mom, you're paying all that for a seminar?"

"Well, I'll be paying more since I'll have private meetings with him. It's worth every penny."

"How do you know?" I asked.

"You can't have a stellar reputation like Dr. Rossii has unless there's substance and legitimacy behind it. My ther****t recommended him for good reason."

"Yeah, and if this seminar is a scam, you could always sue him," I joked.

"That wasn't very funny."

"Sorry mom. It's just that, you're obviously a really smart woman, and I can't figure out why you're spending so much time and money on stuff like this."

"You wouldn't understand," she replied.

"How do you know?"

"You just wouldn't," she replied with a little more authority.

"I think I'm old enough. I mean, if you need someone to talk to, besides a ther****t or a famous doctor, then I'll gladly listen. Seriously, I don't mind."

My mother gave me a kind-hearted smile. "You're so sweet. You really are. It's touching to hear you say that."

"What else do you expect?" I smiled back, like it was no big deal. "I guess I'm a nice guy."

"Of course you are," she replied, half sarcastically.

*** DR. ROSSII'S SEMINARS & MEETINGS ***

Months later. It was late at night on a Saturday. I was sitting in the living room watching tv, when I heard my mother park in the driveway. She had just returned from the first day of the seminar, as well as a private meeting with Dr. Rossii. When she opened the door, there was a beaming look on her face. As always, she was professionally dressed.

"So how did it go?" I asked, already knowing the answer.

"Amazing," she said happily. "The whole thing was excellent."

"Really? That's great."

She closed the front door, took off her shoes, and sat next to me on the couch.

She smiled again, "It was wonderful. His words at the seminar really spoke to me. I could relate to everything he was saying. He's a very smart man. I was even more impressed when we got to meet backstage privately. My ther****t was right, Dr. Rossii is truly one of the most intelligent people in the field of psychology."

While my mother was talking, my eyes slowly drifted back to the movie I was watching. There was an action scene, but I didn't want to ignore my mother, especially when she was in such a good mood.

"Uh huh," I replied, trying not to sound rude. "That's great mom. It really is."

"Are you listening?"

I turned back to her. "Yeah, Dr. Rossii is a very smart man."

She gave me a playfully stern look. "I'll leave you with the tv then. We'll continue this conversation when you're a bit more attentive."

"Sorry mom. Your story just doesn't have enough excitement compared to the tv," I jokingly replied, turning my eyes back to the movie.

"Unfortunately not. Good night. Don't stay up too late."

"Night mom."

She leaned forward to give me a kiss on the forehead, then she went to bed.

***

Weeks passed. After my mother finished the two-day seminar with Dr. Rossii, she continued seeing him on a weekly basis, in addition to her own ther****t. She couldn't stop gushing about the doctor whenever she had private meetings with him. It was professional, but it was somewhat obvious that she was starting to have feelings for him. The thought of her being romantic with someone was great, because she rarely goes on dates. Her career schedule could be hectic, but she always made time for him during the weekends.

My mother never told me why it was so important for her to see Dr. Rossii. I was just glad that she was happy talking to someone, even though I've always been skeptical of expensive therapy. Whatever they've been doing, it seemed to be working.

***

Sunday morning. I came down the stairs for breakfast. I didn't see my mother the night before because she had another late night meeting with Dr. Rossii. It was their last official meeting because of his busy schedule on the road. My mother came home late, and a part of me naturally assumed that they had sex. It wouldn't have surprised me if my mother announced that they were officially dating. She was always gushing talking about him.

"Morning," she said.

I looked at the table and noticed that there was more food than usual. Now that she had more free time on her hands, she was back to her old self. Breakfast was freshly cooked for both of us. She also baked enough pastries to last for several days.

"Hey mom. Thanks for the food. God, it's been a long time since you've made anything like this."

"I know. I wanted to get back to doing what I love. It's been a while since I've used the oven. I've made so much that I'll probably share most of it with the neighbors."

"Good idea. It wouldn't be very healthy for us to eat all of this alone."

She smiled and sat down. "Come on, let's eat while it's still hot."

We both started to eat, and I told her how good the food was. By the look on her face, she really appreciated my comment. After a while, things became silent.

"So how was the last meeting with Dr. Rossii?" I asked, breaking the silence.

She looked down at her plate. "I won't be seeing him anymore in the future."

Of all the possible things she could have said, I wasn't expecting to hear that. She continued looking down at her plate, as if to avoid the topic.

"Really? Why?"

I shouldn't have asked, but I was just too curious.

"Long story," she replied. "I don't want to talk about it over breakfast."

"No worries."

I went back to eating, and then my mother looked at me. I could tell that she was thinking to herself, wondering if she should tell me or not. She knew I was curious.

"He invited me to dinner last night," she said reluctantly. "Then he insisted that we go to his place for a final discussion to conclude our meetings. I agreed. After we got settled in, he told me to close my eyes. When my eyes were closed, he kissed me hard and squeezed my breasts."

I was taken aback by my mother's explicit story. "Oh no. What did you do?"

"What do you think? I pushed him away and left. I made sure to call him a 'creep' and a 'sleaze' and an 'asshole' before I got the hell out of there."

"Yeah, but in all fairness, what did you expect was going happen? He took you out to dinner, then invited you to his place. Anyone could have figured out that he wanted, you know, to do other stuff."

She hesitantly nodded. "Maybe you're right. I may have been a bit naive at that moment. But that's not the point. He breached the trust. As a doctor, he should know where the boundaries are, just like I do with my clients."

"True. But people are people. When people have their urges, all that client/patient stuff goes out the window."

"Are you taking his side?" she asked with a stern motherly expression.

"No. No. Of course not," I replied, immediately back tracking.

"Good. I understand your point. I wasn't out to 'tease' him, and I'm not a cold person. But you have to understand, this is different because I entrusted him with so much personal information about me. Our relationship is based on trust. I have to wonder, if he was actually interested in helping me, or if he was just trying to get inside my panties for sex."

"Oh, well that makes total sense."

"It's too bad," she said sadly. "He's a great guy. Our meetings were extremely productive. I really like his techniques and his different approaches."

"At least you still have your regular ther****t right?" I replied, trying to make her feel better.

She let out a sigh. "No. I probably won't be seeing him either."

"How come?"

"Because my ther****t and Dr. Rossii are close friends. They used to be roommates together. It would be extremely awkward meeting with my ther****t again after everything that happened with Dr. Rossii."

"So what are you going to do?" I asked. "Are you going to find another ther****t?"

"I haven't decided yet. But for now, we should enjoy all of this food."

"Good call mom."

I grabbed a muffin that she freshly baked and took a big bite. I nodded, giving her my approval. She was happy that I liked it so much.

*** MY MOTHER'S CONFESSIONS part 1 ***

Two weeks later. I came home after spending part of the afternoon in a study group with my friends. The door to my mother's room was closed, but I could hear her talking on the phone. After changing my clothes, I went down to the living room and watched tv.

My mother came down the stairs during the same time. She went to the kitchen and released a loud sigh.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"Nothing. I don't want to bother you," she said, while preparing herself a cup of tea.

Her attitude was passive. I'm not an expert on women, but I knew that she wanted someone to talk with. Besides, if I didn't say anything to her, she probably would have been in a worse mood later. The last thing I needed was for her to eventually aim her frustrations towards me, so I turned off the television and went to the kitchen.

"Would you like a cup of tea?" she smiled, when she saw me walking towards her.

"Sure."

My mother took out an extra cup and made me some tea. We both sat down at the dining room table. When I took a sip of the drink, I tried not to wince from how strong it tasted.

"Not bad," I said.

"You don't need to pretend. I can tell you don't like it."

"Is this how tea is supposed to taste?"

"Yes," she replied.

"Oh," I replied, taking another sip. "So what were you so upset about earlier?"

"I'm having trouble finding another ther****t."

I was surprised. "You can't find another ther****t in this city? Really? They're everywhere."

"Well, I can. But I can't find a ther****t who's willing to sign my nondisclosure forms, and other legal documents."

"Nondisclosure forms and documents? Ther****ts are supposed to be discreet. It's part of their job."

She shrugged. "I know, what can I say? I'm nervous about my personal information getting out. I'm also a bit worried about trusting a new ther****t with all of my secrets."

My mother said it casually, but the words "secrets" caught my attention. A part of me was curious about what 'secrets' she had.

"What's so important about seeing a ther****t anyway?" I asked.

"I've always been a talkative person. I love expressing myself. It makes me feel better. That's why I need a ther****t, someone who's paid to sit there and listen to me rambling away. Gosh, I wish Dr. Rossii wasn't such a creep. He was the best listener I've ever met, and he always gave me insight comments in return."

"That doesn't sound hard. Like I said before, if you need someone to talk to, I'm here for you."

She sharpened her eyes, unsure if I was serious or not. "I appreciate the gesture. I really do. But it might not be very appropriate given the subject matter."

Once again, her words caught my attention.

"Are you sure? I'm an adult now."

"A college student is barely an adult in my opinion," she replied. "At least compared to someone my age. Besides, I'm your mother. It's different."

"Fair enough. Let me know if you ever change your mind."

"That won't be happening," she smiled. "But thanks for the offer, and for keeping me company."

I smiled back and took another sip of the tea, which was kind of disgusting.

***

Several nights later. We ate dinner as usual. Everything was the same as always. When we finished, my mother took the plates away and opened the refrigerator to get the desserts. She insisted that I sit down while she did all of the work. Naturally, I became suspicious. It was kind of obvious that she wanted a favor, but I didn't know what.

It wasn't long before we finished our homemade desserts. When it was done, my mother gave me another one of her patented motherly smiled, which showed that she was glad that I liked her food.

I looked at her playfully. "I'm assuming that you're washing the dishes tonight since you're being extra nice all of a sudden."

She shrugged, like it was no big deal. "Sure. But I wanted to ask you something first. Do you remember when you offered to listen to me if I ever needed someone to talk to?"

"Yeah, I remember."

"Well, I'd like to accept that offer," she smiled.

I tried my best to keep my jaw from dropping. Sure, I wanted my mother to be happy. Sure, I wanted to help her in any way that I could. But I never thought she would actually take the offer. By the look on her face, she was ready to do a lot of talking- and with me of all people.

"Oh, well what changed your mind?" I replied, trying to sound as diplomatic as possible.

"I'm having difficulties finding a ther****t which can suit my needs. So I've been thinking a lot about your offer. You've always been there for me, and you're a great listener, which is really what I need most. You're also very mature for your age, which is important because the topics I'd like to discuss are mostly sexual."

When I heard the word "sexual" coming from my mother's mouth, my attitude immediately changed. Suddenly I found myself becoming eager, and interested, in ways that I hadn't expected.

"That sounds like something I can handle."

"I'm glad you think so," she replied. "I also think this would be a great opportunity to develop your communications skills for when you become a lawyer one day. This type of one-on-one interaction is extremely useful when dealing with clients."

"That makes sense," I nodded, completely agreeing with her.

"Great. Then it's settled."

Immediately there was a sense of awkwardness between us. Neither of us knew what to do in that very moment.

"So, do we start now?" I asked, unsure of what to do.

"I think tomorrow would be best. We can take all the time we need if we start in the morning."

"I'm looking forward to it," I smiled.

She smiled back. "Me too."

***

I didn't know what to expect the next morning. I just carried on with my normal routine. Frankly, I didn't expect my mother to ask me about the whole therapy thing again. I figured she probably came to her senses and realized that I would be horrible to talk to about personal matters. What would I say? Not much. What insight could I give? Not a whole lot.

It was unexpected later that morning when my mother finally asked for our first "session" to begin. She was playful about it, and even referred to me as her new ther****t. But at the same time, I could tell that she was taking this seriously. My mother is someone who loves talking, and needs to get things off her chest to feel relieved. I understood why this was important to her.

When I got to the living room, I saw that my mother had rearranged the furniture so that it would look like an actual ther****t's office. She turned one of the couches away, so that I couldn't see her. She would be more comfortable that way.

We both sat down. Then we began.

"What do you want to talk about?" I asked, unsure of what to say.

"You're supposed to ask me a question," she said, laying down on the couch.

I thought as fast as I could for a question that would be reasonable, yet professional. I wanted to take this seriously because my mother put so much faith in me.

"What's your biggest fear in life?" I finally asked.

She thought for a moment. "At this moment, not finding a husband. I'm not getting any younger. My clock is ticking. Men don't keep track of these things, but women do. Our appearances are important."

"Then what's stopping you? You rarely go on dates, even though there are plenty of guys who would be interested in someone like you."

She paused for a few seconds. "It's complicated."

At that moment, I realized that this was the issue that my mother was seeking therapy for. She was clearly apprehensive about telling me her secret. But deep down, she wanted to talk about it, otherwise she wouldn't have asked me to be her "ther****t." It was an important issue she was still struggling with.

"We've got plenty of time," I replied.

She paused again, thinking to herself. "I've always had a problem with nudity. It makes me uncomfortable, no matter who I'm with. Obviously that makes it difficult for me to be intimate with another man."

I was completely taken aback. How was I supposed to respond to that? But I became far more curious, even though it was incredibly inappropriate for me to even ask about it.

"Was there anything that caused you to be this way?" I finally asked. "Or did you always have this phobia."

"It was something I was conditioned with. My parents are the most religious people I've ever met. To them, nudity was impure. It led to impure thoughts. It lead to immoral behavior. So, I was expected to always dress conservatively. I would always be shamed by them whenever my skin was showing."

For the very first time, I was getting a glimpse into my mother's hidden sexual side. It was intriguing, even though I shouldn't have known these things.

"That sounds common with a lot of people with religious backgrounds. Some of them stayed that way, some of them rebelled against it later in life."

"I know," she replied. "When I was younger, I used to be so afraid of nudity and exposing my own body. When I became older, I had strong fantasies of wanting to be naked. Maybe I wanted to rebel against my upbringing in some way. When I was 18, something happened that changed me."

"Tell me what happened," I said, curiously.

The phone suddenly rang. I was denied hearing the answer to that question when my mother got up, told me to wait, and then she answered the phone. After she talked for a few moments, she told me that it was an important phone call relating to her work, and that our "therapy" session was done for the day.

I moved the living room furniture back to its normal position while my mother talked with one of her colleagues, another lawyer. The session with my mother was an eye opening experience, and I found myself hoping we would do it again.

We ate dinner that night as usual. She never brought up our private therapy session. In fact, she didn't mention it the entire day. It was like it never even happened. I assumed she realized that it was a bad idea, and decided not to talk about it with me anymore.

After we finished eating, my mother collected the plates. Before I left, she thanked me for our therapy chat. She said it was nice. She said I did better than she expected. Then she asked if I was interested in doing it again. I agreed.

She expressed her gratitude. I never told her that it was intriguing to me. I was genuinely curious about my mother's sexual history for some reason. It was the ultimate taboo for me. She's the most prim & proper woman I know, and also one of the smartest. I spent the night thinking of more questions to ask.

*** MY MOTHER'S CONFESSIONS part 2 ***

When our next "session" came, my mother arranged the living room furniture again. This time, the couches were facing in the same direction. We would be looking directly at each other while we talked.

"Ready to start?" I asked, acting like it wasn't a big deal to me.

"I'm ready to go," she replied enthusiastically.

Both of us got comfortable in our seats. There was an awkward feeling in the room as we both looked directly at each other with nothing to say.

"So, what's been on your mind lately?"

"Mostly work," she replied. "I spent the past week trying to reach a settlement with the opposing council. That sort of thing can be a real nightmare. Nobody wants to compromise during legal disputes. But luckily, we have more leverage on our side, so I think this case should be wrapped up within a few days."

I wasn't very interested in my mother's legal work. I simply nodded, to look as though I was fascinated. What I wanted was to steer the conversation back towards sex, but I didn't want to be obvious about it.

"That's very interesting," I replied. "It sounds like being a lawyer is a great career choice for you. It suits you well."

She smiled, "You don't really care about this do you? I saw the look of boredom on your face when I was explaining this to you."

"I don't know what you mean. This is pretty interesting."

"Ther****ts are supposed to be good at pretending to be interested," she said playfully.

I shrugged. "To be fair, I don't have a degree in psychology, and I'm not a real ther****t."

"Fair enough," she replied. "What else do you want to talk about? What would interest you?"

"Anything that's on your mind, besides work."

Her eyebrow raised. "Do you want to continue where our last session ended? You seemed captivated by every word before."

"Sure. It seemed important to you."

I tried my best to act uninterested, but my mother could tell that I was curious about it. She gave me a lighthearted smile, as if she knew what I really wanted.

She thought for a moment. "The way that my parents raised me had a lasting effect, even until now. Every time I undress in front of anyone else, whether it be a doctor or someone I'm dating, I feel like I'm doing something dirty. That's why I never wear revealing outfits, even on hot days."

"Last time you mentioned something about an event that happened when you were 18. Do you want to talk about it?" I asked, trying once again to sound like I wasn't so curious.

"Oh, that. I'm surprised you still remembered that I mentioned it."

"Well, it seemed important to you."

"I'd rather not discuss it," she replied, after thinking for a moment. "It's a little too personal for me to share with you. I hope you can understand that."

"If you're going to keep secrets from me, then it defeats the whole purpose of even doing a therapy session. We're supposed to be open and honest here. If not, then this isn't going to work."

She nodded. "I'm impressed by your tenacity. I think you're going to be a great lawyer someday."

"Thanks mom," I proudly replied.

"This stays between us. I don't ever want you to repeat this to anyone, or else I'll never trust you again. This will always be our secret. Do you understand?"

The playfulness in her demeanor was gone. She had become serious. The more serious she became, the more interested I was in hearing what she had to say.

"Of course mom. I won't tell a soul. Promise."

She paused for a long moment, then she took a deep breath. "My older brother and I used to rebel against our parents' harsh stance against nudity."

"Uncle Jeff?"

"Yes, your uncle."

My uncle is mom's only sibling. He's a great guy. He's always been very nice to me. I rarely see him anymore since he moved overseas years ago to a pursue a big job offer.

"What did you and Uncle Jeff do?" I asked.

She took another deep breath. "Jeff became very open minded after he moved to college. When he came home for summer break, we used to talk about all of the things he did with other college students. Things that would make our parents absolutely freak out. He talked about swimming naked with other people at the beach. Things like that."

"That must have been exciting for you to hear."

"It was. You have no idea. It was like hearing about a new world. I was captivated by everything he told me. But that was nothing compared to when he finally admitted to having pre-marital sex. I couldn't believe it."

Hearing my mother openly discuss "sex" and nudity was guiding this conversation in ways I never could have imagined. I was hooked to my mother's story.

"Why was it so surprising?" I asked.

"Because we weren't allowed to have sex before marriage. We were also told that masturbating was a sin. It was strictly forbidden by our parents. Nudity and sex felt like the two biggest sins in our household. Jeff violated both of them when he went to college."

"No wonder you were so excited by it."

She nodded. "It was exciting beyond belief. I constantly asked him questions. I wanted to know everything. I wanted every detail, no matter how dirty they were. I wanted to know how it all felt. Including the sex he had."

My heart rate started to rise.

"How did he react to your curiosity?"

My mother smiled, "He loved to answer my questions. Jeff taught me a lot when I was young. I relied on him to teach me about life."

"I'm sure he loved that role."

"He's my big brother. Of course he did."

"Did it ever go beyond talking?" I asked, without thinking.

As soon as I said that, I regretted it. But the look on my mother's face showed that I had struck a chord with her. There was a bigger secret deep down.

"We did things together," she admitted.

"Like what?"

I just had to know.

She took another deep breath. "We used to get naked together. When our parents were at work, we got naked around the house. It was my first exposure to sexual freedom. It felt so liberating. I loved walking around naked with him. I loved letting him see my bare body."

My breath became heavier. I was intrigued. I was interested. I was becoming sexually aroused by my mother's story.

"Did it ever go beyond nudity?" I asked, almost without thinking.

She thought for a moment. "This stays between us. I don't want you to repeat this to your uncle. We swore to each other that we would never tell anyone. This would also ruin me if people in the neighborhood found out."

"I swear. I won't tell anyone. I would never do that to you."

She took one last deep breath. "I was 18. I was preparing to move to college. I knew I was going to lose my virginity there, but I wanted my first sexual experience to be special, with someone I loved. So I begged my brother to take my virginity. I begged him to have sex with me."

"Did he?"

"I had to convince him for weeks, and he eventually agreed. The first time we had sex was when our parents were at work. Without going into graphic detail, it was something that I'll never forget. I still remember every touch and feeling. It was sweet and tender."

Hearing my mother's secret revelation was shocking to me. It was the last thing I ever expected to hear. At that point, I didn't see her as just being my mother. I saw her as a sexual human being like everyone else.

"I'm glad it was a good experience for you," I said, unsure of what else to say.

She smiled, "It was more than just a good experience. It was a life changing experience."

I nodded. "Why do you still have issues with nudity then? It sounds like you became a sexually liberated woman after those experiences with him."

"That's how it should have ended. My life would be so much easier if that was the case."

"What happened that was so bad?"

"Our father came home early from work and saw us naked together," she replied directly. "I'll never forget it. My brother & I were sitting on the couch watching tv, like most siblings do, except we were fully naked. There wasn't a single piece of clothing on our bodies. The door opens, and it was our father. The look on his face was something I'll never forget."

"Sounds awful."

"It was. I've never seen my father that angry before, ever. It was really bad. But thank god he didn't catch us having sex. Things would have been so much worse. We would have been disowned."

"Did you ever do anything with your brother again?"

She shook her head. "No. We never got naked around each other again. And we never had sex again. I was too afraid. Whenever I get naked in front of other people, I always think of how my father would react."

"I can understand why this is so hard for you to talk about," I said to her. "It's a really difficult situation."

"No one else knows about my feelings besides my old ther****t, Dr. Rossii, and now you."

"Your secret is safe with me."

"I know it is," she replied, giving me a forced smile to hide her sad feelings. "I think that's enough therapy for one day, don't you?"

"It was definitely a lot."

"Good. We can continue this conversation in the future. Maybe you can put the furniture back, and I'll make us some hot chocolate."

"Sounds great mom."

With that said, my mother got up and went to the kitchen. I could see the tears forming in her eyes. She was clearly still affected by these issues.

***

That night was the first time I had ever sexually fantasized about my own mother. I felt dirty and I knew it was wrong. But I liked it.

I imagined what she must have looked like naked. Then I imagined her doing sexual things with her brother. The I imagined her doing sexual things with me. The dirtier the fantasy became, the more aroused I got. It was the ultimate taboo. The fantasy made my heart pulse in ways I had never experienced before.

When I came, I immediately felt guilty. I couldn't believe the things I had just thought of. My own mother of all people. At that point, I wanted to know more about my mother's sexual past, even if it was for my own selfish purposes. The more I thought about it, the guiltier I felt. But I liked it.

*** FOLLOWING THE DOCTOR'S ORDERS ***

One week later. I awoke to the smell of my mother's cooking. After I washed myself and went down the stairs, I saw her cooking in the kitchen, wearing an apron. She smiled at me and told me to sit. We ate breakfast together.

"I found a new ther****t," she said in a somber tone. "I won't be needing your services anymore."

The news came out of nowhere, and I didn't know how to react. I was glad that she found the right person to talk to, but at the same time, I was a little upset that I wouldn't be able to hear her secrets anymore.

"That's great mom," I nodded.

"It really is. I won't have to bother you anymore with my silly problems."

"They aren't silly. They're just a little different. Everyone has issues in life."

"Thank you for being such a great listener," she replied. "I knew I could trust you. Our therapy sessions were a lot more useful than I expected."

"I'm glad. And I'm always here if you need me."

"Did you enjoy hearing my stories?" she asked with a faint smile, and a calm demeanor.

"What? No. I mean, I don't like what you're implying mom."

"I'm not implying anything. I'm only asking because those stories were about sex. It would be perfectly natural for you to be intrigued in some way because you're a young man."

"You're my mother though," I replied, trying to avoid suspicion. "Obviously that makes things a little different."

She shrugged. "Fair enough. Anyway, I'm just glad that I finally found a new ther****t to speak to. I just hope he's as good as Dr. Rossii."

"Dr. Rossii must be really special or something. You always seem to talk about him. What makes him so good?"

"I really like his methods and philosophy," she replied firmly. "He has a wealth of knowledge. Every time I tell him something, he always knows the right thing to say, and how it could be treated."

"So what did he say about your big issue with nudity and your brother? Is there even an answer to that?"

"Trust me, you don't want to hear it."

I gave her a look of disbelief. "After everything you've told me, a doctor's advice is something I don't want to hear?"

She paused for a moment. "Dr. Rossii said the best way for me to get over my phobia of nudity is to reenact my old experiences of happier times. In other words, he wants me to walk around the house naked."

Hearing those words shocked me. I've always assumed that doctors and ther****ts didn't give much practical advice regarding mental issues. I've always assumed that they just listened to problems that people have, and occasionally prescribed medication. But the idea that Dr. Rossii presented was something I never would have expected.

"Why don't you try it?" I blurted out, immediately regretting it.

She nearly giggled. "Because I live at home with you. That's why. I'm sure you wouldn't be very thrilled if your old mother was walking around the house without any clothes on. That would be extremely awkward to say the least."

I nodded immediately, trying to look as if I agreed. "Oh. Yeah, you're right. That would be pretty awkward."

She gave me a skeptical look. "Why do I get the feeling that you're open to this idea?"

"I just want what's best for you," I replied, trying to avoid suspicion. "Dr. Rossii is a highly respected doctor. If that's what he thinks, then his opinion should be taken into consideration. He's a lot more smarter than me, that's for sure."

"Now you're interested in what he has to say?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

"He's been on tv. He's highly respected in the medical community and all things physiological. He also goes around the country giving seminars. That makes him legitimate as far as I'm concerned."

"I see."

My mother gave a slight node, as if she had figured me out.

***

The next day. I arrived home around 5 pm, after being in another study group with my friends. I wasn't sure if my mother was home or not, since she leaves the office at different times. When I opened the front door and walked inside, and I never bothered saying anything to see if she was home. It wasn't something that I normally did.

There was a ruffling sound in the kitchen. Normally, if my mother was home, she would call me and say hello, and then ask me how my day was. There was no call, but someone was in our house. I quickly walked towards the kitchen and saw something completely unexpected.

It was my mother, and she had just put on a thin silk robe. From the looks of things, she wasn't wearing anything underneath.

"Oh, sorry," I said. "I thought there was someone in our house."

"Yeah, me," she replied as she clenched the robe tightly to cover her chest. "I didn't expect you home so early after your study group."

There was something weird about how she was acting. Her eyes were wide and her voice was kind of shaky. She seemed kind of defensive. Her hands were holding her robe tight.

"Are you okay mom? You seem kind of nervous."

"I'm fine."

"Why are you in the kitchen wearing a robe?" I asked, even though I shouldn't have.

"I was about to take a warm bath and I needed some natural ingredients to nourish my skin & hair."

"Were you naked just now?" I asked without thinking.

She clenched her robe tighter. "What makes you think that?"

It was obvious that she was naked before I interrupted, and that I was being an asshole for asking all these questions even though I already knew the answer.

"Nevermind. I shouldn't have asked. Sorry, I'm going now."

She sighed, "You were right to be suspicious. I was naked before you arrived home. I wanted to try the doctor's advice."

"Did it work?"

"I don't know. When I took off my robe, I heard the door open and you showed up."

"Sorry again for ruining your experiment, or whatever it's called," I said apologetically.

"Don't be sorry. There's always next time right?" she asked with both eyebrows raised.

"Right, there's always next time."

I couldn't tell if my mother was being sexually suggestive, or if she was speaking in terms of her therapy. The suggestive look on her face gave me an idea of what she was thinking. I could tell by looking at her chest that she was breathing faster.

She gave me a nervous smile. "I really need a bath. If you'll excuse me."

"Of course."

She walked passed me and I could see the flustered look on her face. If I didn't know better, I'd say she was aroused. But from what? I didn't know if she was aroused from being naked in the kitchen, or the fact that I almost caught her.

***

Dinner was quiet that night, and somewhat awkward. Neither of us mentioned what happened earlier that day. She could barely look me in the eyes, which was in stark contrast to her normally talkative self.

After we ate, I insisted on doing the dishes, but she wouldn't let me. She told me to go and relax. Then she told me that she was only naked in the kitchen earlier because I had encouraged her to follow Dr. Rossii's advice. In a way, she was thanking me because I gave her that extra push to follow the doctor's orders. She seemed appreciative over the fact that she briefly walked around the house naked. It was clear she enjoyed doing it.

Later that night, I found myself masturbating thinking about my mother again. I wasn't proud of it, but it felt good in some strange way. I imagined her walking leisurely around the kitchen and living room. Then I imagined her doing everyday chores and her legal work while naked. At that point, I wanted nothing more than to see her nude in person. I became more and more curious what she looked like without any clothes on.

*** FANTASIES OF A PRIM & PROPER WOMAN ***

One week later. It was near the evening and the sun was coming down. I was sitting on the couch watching tv. The front door opened and my mother came home. She was dressed in a professional office attire as usual. She had just returned from her first session with a new ther****t.

We greeted each other. But she was coy about the therapy thing, even though she must have known that I was interested. The look on her face showed how delighted she was, but she never said anything about it.

"So how did it go?" I finally asked.

"It went well," she vaguely replied while she was taking off her shoes.

"Anything else? Did you tell him about all the stuff we talked about?"

She smiled, "You've become so curious about my therapy recently. You never used to care, well, until my breasts got involved."

"It's not like that mom," I replied, trying to deny it. "I've always cared."

"Really? Then how come you never seemed interested until I started talking about sex and nudity?"

"Well, because..."

"Don't answer that," she replied, cutting me off. "I was only teasing you. You're a healthy young man. Of course you're interested in hearing about sex, even if it's from your own mother."

"This is starting to get awkward.

My mother sat down on the couch next to me. "I told my new ther****t everything. I told him about my brother and my issues with nudity, and he was open minded about it. I also told him about the advice I received from Dr. Rossii."

"What did he say about it?" I asked.

"Time was up, so we didn't have a chance to fully discuss it. But he is an avid fan of Dr. Rossii, and says that whatever Rossii advises is probably the best route to go."

"So your new ther****t agrees with Dr. Rossii?"

She nodded. "Apparently."

"Are you going to give it another try?"

"Do you want me to?" she asked, sharpening her eyes to give me a mean glance.

I shrugged. "I don't know. It's you're decision mom. They're the experts, not me."

A smile slowly grew on her face. "You want to see me naked, don't you?"

"What makes you say that?"

"Because of how interested you've become in my therapy. Plus you're so much like my brother. You're very protective of me, just like he is. So if you're anything like your Uncle Jeff, then you probably have the same secret fantasies."

"You're thinking way too hard mom," I replied, trying to divert attention away from myself.

"Do you want to know who told me about that theory?"

"Who?"

"Dr. Rossii suggested it," she replied. "He's one of the country's leading experts on human sexuality. He knows a lot about human desires. When he suggested that deep inside, you might have i****tuous feelings towards me, I couldn't believe it. So he asked me to start telling you my secrets, and to watch your reactions. My new ther****t agrees with that assessment. They're both very smart men."

Suddenly I was at a loss for words. Two smart experts had come to the same conclusion. How could I argue otherwise?

"Do you believe them?" I asked nervously.

She playfully shrugged. "Maybe. I'm not sure."

With that said, she got up and told me that dinner would be ready in a while. Then she headed up the stairs to change her clothes.

***

Saturday morning. It began as a typical day. I came down the stairs to the smell of my mother's home cooking. The dining table was covered with fresh food. My mother was doing the dishes and occasionally looking through the window.

The only difference this morning was that my mother was wearing a thin silk robe, instead of her usual home clothes. I could slightly see the shape of her backside through the thin material.

"Smells great," I said.

My mother had finished washing the dishes and turned the water off. She looked at me, and then she smiled. My eyes briefly looked to the middle of her closed robe, wondering if she was truly naked underneath.

"Morning. I hope you're hungry."

"Always."

"Great. Have a seat."

We ate together. We made small talk. When the room became quiet and we focused on eating, my mother's robe started to slip open. It wasn't a lot, but it was enough for me to see the top of her bare chest. I took a few slight glances when I thought she wasn't aware.

"Have a good look?" she asked, before taking a sip of her coffee.

"What do you mean?" I replied, trying to be coy.

"I saw you peeking. Don't worry, it's my fault. I was going to change my clothes after cooking, but you woke up earlier than I expected. The food was still hot so I figured we might as well eat together right away."

"Were you...never mind...I shouldn't ask."

"It's okay," she replied. "Go ahead. Ask."

"Were you naked earlier?"

"I was. I spent the last hour cooking with no clothes on. I only put on the robe when I saw our neighbor peeking in our kitchen."

"Really? Which one of our neighbors saw?" I asked, amused.

"Mr. Jensen," she replied. "We usually wave at each other while he waters his lawn in the morning. This time he saw me naked. You should have seen the look on his face. His jaw dropped and he completely froze."

"What did you do?"

"I waved at him. When I remembered I was naked, I put my robe back on. I think he liked it."

"I'm sure he won't look at you the same anymore."

"Probably not," she replied, almost wanting to laugh. "He had a nice little show. He definitely enjoyed it. I'll be honest, I enjoyed it too. I still felt shy and embarrassed. But another part of me actually liked it. It was fun being naked all morning."

"It sounds like you're almost over your phobia of being naked in front of others. I'm glad. I'm happy for you. I wish I could have been there to see it."

As soon as those words last words came out of my mouth, I instantly regretted it. The look on my mother's face said it all. She looked surprised. Her expression was priceless.

She raised an eyebrow. "So, you wished you could have seen it huh?"

"You know what I meant. I like that you're blossoming and overcoming fears. That's what I was trying to say."

"So you're not interested in seeing me naked?" she asked teasingly.

"You love giving me a hard time, don't you?"

"It's always amusing to see your reaction."

"Very funny," I replied, trying to change the subject. "Let's just eat."

"So you don't want to see me naked?"

I was completely caught off guard by my mother's question. Suddenly, she seemed serious, like it wasn't a joke anymore.

"Now you're really making me uncomfortable right now mom."

"To be honest, I also felt uncomfortable when Dr. Rossii suspected that you may be prone to i****tuous fantasies. A part of me felt like such a horrible mother, as if I had failed in some way. But he assured me that there was nothing wrong with this. These things are common. It's natural for people to feel this way sometimes."

It was hard for me to tell what my mother was thinking, or why she was telling me this. It seemed as though this was all part of her experiment set by Dr. Rossii.

"You're just teasing me, aren't you?" I asked. "You're trying to find out if his theories are correct."

My mother opened the right side of her robe to expose one of her bare breasts to me. It was round, full, and firm looking. Her nipple was large and brown. It was the first time I had ever seen her naked breast, and it was beautiful.

"This is more than just about teasing you," she replied in a heartfelt manner, with her breast still exposed. "This is about finding where my boundaries are. At my age, I want to explore the limits of my sexuality to the fullest extent. So far the results are surprising."

She closed her robe, and my free view of her breast ended with me wanting more. My mind was racing, but as usual, I didn't want her to know how aroused I was becoming.

"It seems like you've gone pretty far."

"Did you like seeing my breast?" she asked with an eyebrow raised.

I nodded slightly. "It was nice to look at. Did you enjoy showing it to me."

"I did," she replied. "Can I be brutally honest with you for a moment?"

"Of course."

She took a deep breath. "Thank you for all of our chats. They've been extremely helpful for me. But part of the reason why I told you so much is because I secretly enjoyed it. I enjoyed telling you these things."

"You did?"

She nodded. "I've always wanted to relive that feeling I experienced with my brother when I was younger. The closest I've ever gotten to that feeling is with you."

I was struck by my mother's words and honesty, especially her admission that talking with me was somehow sexually gratifying to her. It only made me lust after her even more.

"I've enjoyed our chats too," I admitted. "To be honest, I found them arousing. I think you already knew that. I don't know why, but it was amazing hearing about your sexual side."

"Do you mind if I take my robe off?"

"I don't mind."

My mother looked me directly in the eyes as she untied her robe. Her face was expressionless, and I couldn't tell what she was thinking. The robe opened and I saw the middle of her bare chest. She gave the robe a gentle tug and it fell to the bottom of her chair. My eyes marveled at my topless mother. Her breasts were slightly sagging and I could see them jiggle as she moved her arms to take the robe off completely.

"Do you like them?" she asked.

"I love them," I replied. "How do you feel right now?"

"Liberated."

"I can tell."

She smiled at me and went back to eating, as if nothing was out of the ordinary with her breasts showing. The slight smile remained on her face as she continued to eat. I could tell she was enjoying being naked in front of me. At that moment, she was the exhibitionist, and I was the voyeur. The aspect of mother/son i****t between us only made things more erotic. I tried my very best not to ogle at her breasts inappropriately.

After a few short minutes, we finished our food and she looked at me with an overly proper expression, as if she was still getting used to her nudity.

"I should get started with the dishes now," she said. "And I think you've seen enough for one day."

When she stood up, I saw my mother completely naked for the very first time. She had dark curly pubic hairs around her vaginal area. Her hips were wide and full. She had the body of a luscious mature woman.

She quickly put the robe back on and tied it. There was a sense of embarrassment in her actions, as if she regretted it. There was also a sense of satisfaction on her face, like she was becoming very aroused.

***

My mother could barely make eye contact with me for the rest of that morning and afternoon. She spent much of the day in her home office because of an upcoming trial she had to prepare for. When I saw her around the house she was fully dressed wearing a tshirt and pants. It seemed as though she regretted showing me her naked body in an attempt to live out old fantasies.

Towards the evening, I saw her standing in front of the large living room window with a cup of tea in her hand. It was one of her favorite ways of calming down if her work became stressful. She didn't say anything to me, even though she knew I was there, which was unusual.

"Are you upset over what happened earlier?" I asked, walking over to where she was standing.

She turned to look at me. "What makes you think I'm upset."

Both of us looked through the window at the view. The sun was still out, but not for long. The view of the sky and clouds was beautiful.

"Things have been really awkward since this morning."

"I'm not embarrassed by what I did," she said. "I don't feel ashamed for showing you my body."

"Then why the awkwardness?"

She thought for a moment. "It's terrifying knowing that I enjoyed it so much. How could I? With my own son? What's wrong with me?"

There was genuine emotion in her voice. I finally understood what her dilemma was. She was a woman struggling with her inner-most sexual feelings.

I put my hand on her shoulder. "Don't feel bad. There's nothing wrong with this."

"Are you just trying to make me feel better? Or do you want to see me naked again? Give me an honest answer."

"Would you be offended if I said I wanted to see you naked again?" I asked.

"No," she whispered.

"There's your honest answer. I want to see you naked again."

"Keep your eyes forward, towards the sunset."

I did what she asked and continued watching the sun going down. She put her tea cup on a nearby table. Then I heard my mother undressing. I could hear her tshirt and pants being tossed to the floor. Then I heard her bra unclasp. Then I heard her panties being removed.

She moved behind me and gave me a tight hug with her arms wrapped around my body. I felt her heavy breasts pressing against my back. My heart rate increased. It was a breathtaking moment for me, and I'm sure it was for her too.

"How does this feel?" she asked.

"It feels nice. How do you feel about this? What are you thinking about?"

"I feel like I'm young again," she replied blissfully. "I feel like I'm 18 years old. This brings back fond memories of happier times. Only now, the feelings are stronger, and more intense. stronger. I don't know why, but it's scary."

"Would you be surprised if I felt the same way?"

"No. I knew all along that these feelings were developing between us."

"Looks like Dr. Rossii was right," I replied.

"I know. He's always been right. Too bad he's an asshole though," she laughed, squeezing me tighter.

The sun was going down and it was becoming darker by the moment. My mother and I just stood there and enjoyed the feeling of her bare breasts pressed against my back, and her arms around my body.

"I better get dressed and start preparing dinner now," she said. "This must be boring you."

"What makes you say that?"

"We've been standing here for a while doing nothing. You're probably bored from listening to my emotional rantings."

Impulsively, I grabbed her wrist and moved her hand down to my crotch. Out of curiosity, she squeezed my shorts to find out if I was aroused. When she squeezed her hand, she felt my throbbing erection.

"Oh my," she gasped, with her hand touching my cock through my shorts. "It must be painful."

"In a good way."

"And it's because of me?"

"I think you already know that," I replied.

She paused for a moment. "I feel the same way."

My hormones were raging. The fine line between mother & son had already crossed, with her breasts against my back, and her hand rubbing my throbbing erection. I needed more. I wanted to feel her.

"Stand in front of me," I said.

"Is this part of our private therapy session?" she asked playfully.

"Yes, it is."

My mother let go of me, and then she stood in front of me. The sun had just disappeared and outside was rapidly becoming dark. But there was still enough light for my eyes to roam her bare figure.

I wrapped my arms around her naked body. My hands briefly roamed her figure. She felt soft and luscious. Then I reached down with one hand and touched the outside of her vagina, feeling her pubic hairs between my fingers. Then I slipped two of my fingers inside of her pussy, feeling her warmth and wetness.

"You're soaking wet mom."

"I know," she replied, with my fingers deep inside of her. "Being naked in my son's arms isn't something a mother should ever be proud of. But it's undeniable. I love this feeling."

"So do I."

My fingers went deeper inside of her, and she gasped. Her moans became louder as I fondled her pussy. I used my other hand to fondle her breast for the very first time. It was soft and round. I played with her large nipple and pussy at the same time. The moans coming out of her mouth showed how much she loved it.

"I've wanted this for so long," she admitted, in a state of sexual bliss. "I've fantasized about being naked around you. I've wanted to share my body with you. I've dreamed of you touching me like this."

The throbbing between my legs became insatiable. I wanted her more and more. My fingers moved at a faster rate, bringing more pleasure to her nipple and pussy. Her moans became louder. Soon, it wasn't enough. I wanted to pleasure her the best that I could. I needed to make her cum.

"Turn around and face me," I said in her ear. "Spread your legs."

When I let go of her, she turned around and faced me. Our eyes were merely inches apart. I could feel her breathing on my skin. She probably assumed that I wanted to kiss her, which I did, but there would be time for that later. At that very moment, I wanted something else.

I got down on my knees. My mother knew exactly what I was planning to do, and she spread her legs apart while standing in the dark living room.

The tip of my tongue touched the bottom end of her brown labia and her body immediately quivered. I could hear my mother moaning as I licked up and down. She placed both of her hands on my head to make sure I wouldn't stop. Then I wrapped both of my hands around the back of her thighs, feeling the muscles in her legs do everything in their power to make sure she could stand up straight. The more I licked the outside of her pussy, the more her body reacted. Her hands began to rub through my hair.

"Please don't stop," she said in a sexually depraved voice. "Put your tongue inside of me. I'm so close."

With my mother's permission, I pushed my tongue inside of her pussy and tasted her fluids. She was dripping wet. Her fluids gushed inside of my mouth. I could feel how warm she was as I moved my tongue around. She began to make panting noises with her mouth.

The light outside was gone and we were in the dark. If anyone outside had looked through our window, they would have seen my naked mother standing in the living room, while I performed oral sex on her. I licked her clitoris which immediately got the most reaction from her body. I used one of my fingers to rub her swollen clitoris while I ate her pussy. My mother's hands held the top of my head tightly as she screamed.

I knew I was doing something right. My mouth and my finger kept up the frantic pace, and my mother let out another loud scream. She came.

My mother gently pushed me away and I watched her body shiver. Her face looked like she was in a total state of shock. Her eyes were wide open, and so was her jaw. She took a few steps back and sat down on the couch. Once she sat, she took several deep breaths, then I sat down next to her.

"Are you okay mom?"

"I'm more than okay. That was the best orgasm of my life."

She held my hand, and we enjoyed the silence and the darkness of the room. My erection was still there, and she knew it. Once she composed herself, she reached down to rub my crotch. It was the beginning of our new relationship.

*** EPILOGUE: SEVERAL MONTHS LATER ***

It was an early Saturday morning. I came down the stairs to the smell of my mother's cooking. I saw her in the kitchen as she was mixing something in a bowl. She was facing the window, so she didn't see me. But I saw her clearly. She was naked except for a small apron. I marveled at her naked backside. It was a sight I never grew tired of. I especially loved her full hips and thighs. Her ass was full and luscious.

When I walked behind her, I gave her a big hug and a kiss on the cheek. She continued mixing the batter so she could bake muffins.

"Morning mom. Smells great."

"You could have stayed in bed a little longer," she replied, still mixing the food. "None of the food is ready yet."

I gave her a big kiss on the neck. "Are you saying that I'm distracting you?"

"Kind of. But I don't mind. You're always a nice distraction."

She turned her head and gave me a kiss on the lips. Then another. Then our tongues met. The kiss we shared was both lewd and loving at the same time. It was completely inappropriate, yet it made perfect sense to both of us.

"You look really sexy in the small apron," I said, moving my hands around to caress both of her bare breasts.

"I thought you preferred me naked?"

"I do. But there's something really sexy about a naked woman in a kitchen, who also takes the time to be prim & proper in every other way."

"You have such a dirty mind, but you're right. The only time I enjoy putting on clothes in the house is when I'm wearing an apron. The last thing I need is for hot oil to splash against my chest."

I pinched her nipples. "We can't have that happening. Especially since your breasts are so sensitive."

"I know. But I'm sure Mr. Jensen would rather see me without the apron."

"He still spies on you?"

"Every chance he gets," she replied. "Especially on the weekends when he knows I'm in the kitchen."

"I can't blame him for that. You always look amazing. Did he spy on you this morning?"

"He certainly did. And as always, I pretended not to see him so that he would have a nice little show. Why do you ask? Are you jealous?"

My hands squeezed her breasts again. "Why would I be jealous if I get to have your body everyday? Besides, I think Mr. Jensen has great taste in women for spying on someone like you.

You're too sweet," she replied. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a lot of baking to do. There's a charity bake sale in a few hours, remember?"

"Of course I remember. But that doesn't mean we can't have our fun."

My erection was growing, and I squeezed my mother extra tightly, pressing my groin against her naked backside so that she knew I was aroused.

"Please, can't this wait until the afternoon?" she pleaded. "I want this as much as you do. But I need to put all of this food in the oven soon."

"You've already spoiled me. Can't we do both at the same time?"

My hand moved down to her crotch, and I began to finger her vagina.

"Fine. It's my fault for spoiling you."

I kissed the side of her face. "You're the best. I'll be fast this time."

Once I had the permission I needed, I pushed my shorts down to my ankles. My cock was throbbing. She stuck her ass outwards, which allowed me to point my cock directly towards her vagina from behind. She spread her legs so that I would have an easier access to her pussy. I guided my cock with my hand, and I penetrated her.

My mother simply carried on with her baking. She added more ingredients to the batter while I slowly made my way inside of her from behind. I watched as she added dried fruits and nuts to the muffin batter, and she moaned while she began to stir the mixture.

"Oh god," she gasped. "Thank goodness I already made most of the batter, or this would have been a real mess."

"You would have figured something out."

I pushed my cock all the way inside, then I slowly pulled out, before going back in again. A rhythm was forming, and we were having sex.

She moaned. "Ughh...maybe...I'm doing two of my favorite hobbies at once."

My mother quickly mixed the batter inside of the bowl while I was penetrating her from behind. She was making different sounds with her mouth, which showed just how much she was enjoying this. After a few more thrusts, she stopped mixing the batter. Maybe it was because it was actually done. Or maybe she couldn't prepare the food properly while we were having sex. She put both of her hands down on the kitchen counter and enjoyed our unholy coupling.

Her pussy was warm and tight. It was becoming wetter by the moment. That's one of the things I loved about having sex with my mother- how wet she could become. She's always been very good at hiding her emotions, especially as an experienced trial lawyer, but her pussy never lied. Her pussy always