Help Me, Mom!!

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Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Fa/Fa, Reluctant, BiSexual, Heterosexual, Fiction, Incest, Mother, Son, InLaws, Anal Sex, Analingus, Cream Pie, Exhibitionism, Masturbation, Oral Sex, Safe Sex, Nudism, .

Desc: Erotica Sex Story: After winter home damage, son invites mom to live with him and nudist wife. Water leaks bring all 3 together- mom is stripped- forced naked mom has sex with both and reveals her much more liberal past. Family Xmas isn't ever the same.

Another Northern NY winter storm piled heavy, wet snow on mom’s roof and collapsed it, and caused extensive damage. Apparently, the wet snow set off an electrical fire when it shorted her Xmas tree. The family house, where I spent my first twenty years, was gutted then flooded by fire hoses. Dad had passed some years back so she lived alone and, at thirty-nine, was young enough to be self sufficient, yet still socially active - even dating! She only lived forty minutes from me, so it made sense to invite her to stay with us for the many months the insurance would take to rebuild the house.

Though very conservative, mom was attractive and pleasant company so we didn’t mind having her around. Though she kept it well hidden, her 33D-22-34 figure turned heads and in a cocktail dress, she made burley men swoon. Honestly, she had the same beautiful face as, though a touch heavier than, Rena Sofa. Shoulder length raven hair with stunning bright blue eyes made her face a paragon of pulchritude. She was different out of her home environment - more assertive and a little opinionated. She frequently vented her anger and frustration over the recent presidential election. “How could so many people be so STUPID?! How could they believe the outright, proven lies of a racist, bigot, misogynist, chiseler and tax evader!!? I JUST CAN’T FATHOM IT. It still makes me sick! Just look at the fundamentalist, racist cabinet he built! AAArrrgh!”

Politics and religion in one PJ wrenching outburst! “Mom, mom, we totally agree, but what’s done is done. Let’s hope for the best and let it go until he gets impeached.” That brought a little smile, a nod and a warm hug as her anger waned. We leaned against her and the second button of her PJs popped open. I got an enduring look at her full, plush cleavage and edged stealthily to expose her nipple. The last time I had a good look at it was too many years ago. Then, I was too young to care, now, I was curious and my dick twitched. Over mom? We broke the hug and she saw where I was looking. She slapped my arm HARD as she clutched her top - and giggled. There’s hope?

Sue and I always sleep nude, even in winter. We sometimes used that to break the ice with guests we wanted to seduce by ‘forgetting’ they were visiting and accidentally wandering around naked where they could see us. Depending on how well we chose our guests, they either shrieked and hid, or laughed and relaxed. We then quickly got them naked by suggestion or play wrestling and tag team stripping them. The result was either a faux blasé acceptance, or some high energy groping and more.

Even when my mom, Geraldine, came to live with us, we still slept nude, but curtailed our naked wanderings just for her sake. While she slept in flannels or a long nightshirt and wore a robe over either when she came to breakfast, we threw on loosely tied robes as we got to the table. After a long and constrained, conservative week, Sue became more and more ‘careless’ with her short robe. In frustration, she made sure it frequently billowed open so my mom had near constant views of her tiny right tit.

The first time, mom gasped and nearly shouted at Sue to cover up. Sue looked down at her exposed tit with long deliberation and slowly covered up. When mom told her she was showing everything, Sue answered “It’s no big deal, mom. It’s just US. You know Al sees me completely naked every day and you and I have the same body parts, right? But your boobs are much nicer and bigger than my teeny bumps. Oh what I could do with exposing and teasing if my tits were as full and pretty as yours. Oh, and one tit is very far from showing ‘EVERYTHING, ‘ you know?”

Mom blushed and looked away. “What do you mean ‘teasing and exposing’? I hope it’s not what I think you mean.” The next few times Sue’s tit came out, mom slyly pointed at it and coughed. Thankfully, that constant exposure jaded mom enough so she stopped pointing at my wife’s tit, though she did stare at it every time. I wonder if she appreciated it the way I do. Her nipple is the paragon of perfection in nipples. Watching it shift from softly rounded and pink to twisted into a dense, tall, cylindrical, rosy peak is a lusty carnival. There’s no way for mom to know how dense and toothy it feels, how ambrosial her salty musk seeping from her perfect peaks tastes. Is there?

My robe, meanwhile, was longer, yet still billowed on top and split below the sash. Even MY nipples were an embarrassment for mom in that first week, but I didn’t cover up. When the bottom split and exposed all of one thigh nearly to my balls, I heard the cough warning. I echoed what Sue said about seeing each other naked daily and added that we sleep naked too. I teased that maybe she should relax and also sleep naked. She scoffed at that.

Eventually, I got more lax with my robe and left it open despite mom’s subtle stares and coughing; the sexual tension escalated. My dick began swelling and threatening to escape the tent it pitched right of center while my mom stared at the bulge. I wanted to press it down and hide it, or NOT. This prompted me to chat with Sue about how we could get mom to accept our freely wandering around the whole house naked again.

At breakfast one morning, mom spilled a full cup of steaming coffee on her. She leapt up and fanned the hot liquid off her PJs. Her sizeable tits jostled obviously, temptingly, side to side and harshly against her top. Her nipples conspicuously hardened and dented her top. As she pulled the steamy top away from her flesh, she stressed the buttons and opened two large gaps between them. For the first time in twenty years, I had a barely obstructed view of my mom’s hefty tits and thick nipples.

Apparently, my dick liked the view and stood up abruptly. When I tried to push it back down and hide it under my robe, I managed to sigh softly instead of moan at how good that felt. It pulsed again! Mom pulled her wet robe off and was unaware how well her wet bottoms clung to her legs and her soaked top hugged and defined each big, roving, oval tit. As she held the wet and cooling top away from her body, the button popped open above her right tit and completely displayed to me. As I fixated on it, I heard Sue cough then point at mom’s chest. Mom blushed and pressed the wet top against her. “Oh my, I’m so uh, sorry. I better go change.”

At 5’7” and 120 pounds, she was actually taller and thinner than Sue, so when Sue volunteered her own ancient flannel PJs, mom wondered if they’d fit. When she came back, she proudly showed off how well the dry PJs fit. The top was a bit short, but fit loosely. The bottom was loose in the waist, but very snug around her butt. “Mom, that fits you very well. It makes your butt look very, umm, shapely. I never noticed how hot it... “ She coughed and pointed at my tented robe. Oops! I covered up and she put on her damp, asexual robe.

Over the next week, mom became more tolerant of our casual attire, but refused to relax her own garb. Then it happened. The unwelcome sound of rushing water woke me from a sound sleep with a sudden need to empty my bladder. Since it was 3:00 A.M., I didn’t bother putting on my robe. My semi soft dick and I headed for the Master bath naked. When I groggily realized the water rush was not just in my dream, I ran out to the hall bath and stepped into a large pool of very cold water. At first, I believed another winter chill had frozen a pipe that split a hose leading to the toilet tank. That made no sense. “OH SHIT!!” escaped loudly from my lips before I could suppress it.

As I bent to find the edges of the pool and source of the noisy water, I failed to hear my mom come into the hall in her robe and Sue’s flannels or realize that my naked ass and swinging dick were offered to her view. Apparently, she froze silently and took in the spectacle, and testicles. Despite the freezing cold, it wasn’t the insulated pipe that broke, but the toilet tank. It spilled its chilly guts and the inlet hose kept trying to refill it. I pulled towels into a rope and used them to wall off the pool then turned to shut off the valve leading to the tank and stiffly rooted upright, facing my silent mom.

Her eyes struggled to stay at my eye level, but they darted down to my newly growing dick. Just as I decided to ignore my stark nakedness and just deal with the problem, Sue came flying out of our bedroom, pulling on her robe which was flapping behind her. Mom looked at her naked body and scoffed, yet scanned Sue top to naked bottom.

Deciding that I no longer cared if mom stared at me naked, I turned and bent over to wrestle with the valve as water continued to gush from a split tank. It was stuck open. “HELP ME, mom! The water is about to overflow my dam.” She didn’t know what to do and didn’t budge. In urgent frustration, I demanded her robe. She was slow to respond so I spun her around and yanked her robe off and quickly used it to reinforce my dam.

The valve still wouldn’t budge and water was overflowing into the hall. Without hesitation, Sue whipped off her robe and tossed it to me then bravely stood next to mom totally, bare-ass naked for a moment before running for more towels. Mom followed her cute, pert ass as it wiggled away, then gaped at Sue’s shameless, bouncy, tiny tits as they approached. The clean towels were not enough and the used ones were in the wash downstairs - I needed more barriers. “MOM! Help me, mom!” The valve bruised my hand as it resisted all movement. I pried off the lid and propped the float to turn off the internal filler valve. That still left a huge pool of icy water to coral and dry.

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