MOONBATHING MOM

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  MOONBATHING MOM

By Oediplex

You know what sun bathing is. One stretches out to lie in the sun and get a tan. Often ladies will lay on their tummies and undo the strap of their top to have no "tan line" there. Sometimes, if they have complete and uninterrupted privacy, they may even go nude to get that over all even tan that is prized. That's why tanning salons were invented, for that golden glow overall tan.

But moonbathing is another thing entirely. Moonbathing is done at night when the air temperature and the humidity are just right, and you want a little breeze too. It's done in privacy as well, because you go totally naked. A blanket or big towel for stretc! hing out is sensible and of course this is done late at night. Nudists may experience similar conditions at their camps, but being alone and in darkness, save for the full moonlight, your mood is very different. It is extremely sensual and sexually exciting. Just yourself and the moon and stars to witness what ever you do. The breeze caresses your skin. The glow of moonlight is like an intoxicating wine, the sparkling sky like the tiny bubbles in champagne.

My family has been moonbathing for three generations, at least that we know about. Of course, we didn't invent it; surely that activity has a history with humans since we came out of the trees to hunt in the savannas. But our family has been involved with this sneaky practice since my grandmother (mom's mom) was a young adolescent girl. Taking an old blanket, she would slip out her window of the farmhouse in Indiana on perfect evenings after her folks were fast asleep. She q! uickly made her way to moon-bathe in a field some distance sou! th of th e barn. If Great Grandma had known about it she would have been scandalized. But she never found out and when my grandmother told my mom about what she did as a youth, mom followed in her example, experiencing the pleasures of naked freedom beneath the open sky.

Now, my sister and I had heard both grandma and mom tell about their private midnight moonlight revels and sought to continue the family tradition ourselves. But finding absolute privacy where you could be sure of no embarrassing interruptions was much more difficult to do in east coast suburbia now days than on a Midwestern farm fifty years ago. Just one time grandma's solitude was broken. That was when her fiancée followed and 'beguiled' her there in the field. My mom was the product of that seductive, romantic, surprise rendezvous Grandma later revealed. They married quickly when she found she 'had a bun in the oven'. They celebrated their fiftieth wedding anni! versary two years ago.

Tonight I thought I might have a chance to do a little moonbathing myself. It was a full moon, the air was dry and the temperature must have been in the upper seventies. I could see there was a light draft blowing through the branches as I looked out my bedroom window. My sister was away overnight at a friends, dad's snoring was loudly signaling my folks had retired for the evening. A perfect night for a lunar frolic! I dropped my jockey shorts, the only thing I wore to bed (if anything at all). Now nude and bold I slunk down the stairs as silent as a cat and made my way to our deck off the back of the house.

We live down a long driveway off of a cul-de-sac in a woodsy part of the Connecticut suburbs. It gives a sense being alone, isolated in the wilderness. Except when there is a noisy party at one of the neighbors' houses, then you realize that you just are out! of sight, but not far from others. Our property ends with sma! ll strea m which defines the far limit of our one acre backyard. Mother wanted a pool instead of a large lawn, but due to the rocky soil here it would have cost a small fortune to open a hole that big.

So we improved the deck which had come with the house, doubling its dimensions. Half was a screened porch with roof and outdoor table and chairs; the other portion was a sun deck with benches around the sides, lounge chairs and an extra special feature. We custom made an 8' X 8' mat for sun-tanning. It was a foam rubber three inch thick, terry cloth covered land of luxury. If it looked like rain we pulled a plastic tarp over it but if it did get wet the foam was water proofed and you could easily remove the cover and throw it in the dryer. To this haven of cushioned comfort I went in the dark to make naked naughtiness in the moonlight.

Already I had a hard on, as ! I crept soundlessly out the sliding glass door on to the deck. The shriek of a screech owl echoed in the stillness and drew my attention. I look for it in the bright glow of the sky, which the great round white celestial orb illuminated like a huge Japanese lantern, but the hunter bird remained where he was for all I could tell. Not looking where I was going I tripped. I tripped over something soft. It went oouhmmph! It was a warm, soft, naked, female body. It was my mother who had herself come out to moonbathe, I realized in a flash. My sister was out of the house and it could only be mom!!

In the moonlight twilight, mom and I played a kind of unplanned game of tangled 'Twister', as I sprawled on her splayed limbs. I managed to catch myself so as not to knock the wind out of her as I stumbled and fell. One hand broke my fall on the mat, the left sought to bring balance as it mashed a tender breast with erect nipple. My left l! eg strained to remain stiff, the right knee brushed past the i! nside of mom's thigh to dig into the padding. With this awkward and unexpected landing I found myself between my mother's legs, my chest in full frontal contact with her pliant breasts and my still erect cock knocking at heaven's door.

I could have rolled off immediately. Unintentional as it had been, the situation was obviously fortuitous. A position that I could have never achieved by cunning, nor desired to force. For the moment I was in my mother's arms, between her thighs, with her wet and me hard and the two of us all alone. Abruptly, I kissed my mother in a burst of primal desire and pure love. I extended my tongue into her mouth and discovered hers willing to respond. Her legs rose to cradle her baby boy's body as my arms naturally engulfed her petite torso. Her hips lifted seeking the lunging of my loins.

Mom was a mature woman, preheated with her masturbation and not yet having ! achieved the peak of climax. I was a youth primed with a burning fuse attached to a roman candle with the power of a stick of dynamite. It took happenstance and moonlight to ignite what happened that night, but the resulting explosion of lust and passion was consummated in the best sexual detonation either of us had ever experienced. It only took one saw of my saber, centered in her oiled gash, to draw down and sheathe the male weapon of sex in to the scabbard of femininity. Then as I pushed slowly into the enclosure of muscle, liquid and heat the imagery changed.

It was total union, a physical and spiritual reuniting. Merging as one body, together again, as before birth; as if the one soul shared between us was seeking the release of our corporeal existence unto the next plane of reality. We were recreating the creation of ourselves. My penis slid into the forbidden Garden of Eden. Mom's spring of eternal life bathed my cock wit! h the elixir of paradise. I expanded inside her as my engine o! f ecstas y became engorged with the coming cum about to erupt from my balls. I plowed deeper and deeper to prepare for the planting of my seed.

Mom never said a word, but by her actions and cooperation made clear it was as much her desire and choice, as mine, to engage in the incestuous coupling of this midnight madness. She broadly opened her thighs and tilted her pelvis and hugged my back and her lips were everywhere. Her legs wrapped around me, her heals hit my hips spurring me on. Her little moans gave encouragement and consent and approval to the naughty, nasty and oedipal nature of what I was doing. The slapping of flesh against flesh echoed in the dark as prick pounded pud and balls bounced on anus. Comically, the owl sounded a "Who? . . Who?", just then.

I could sense her impending orgasm by the frantic clutching and the speed of her movements. My trigger was balanced on a razor's edge! of exquisite sensation and built up hydraulic pressure. Mom's ragged breath said one word that detonated my TNT, "Now!" My plunger rammed in, to ignite her own set of fireworks of rocketing climaxes and pinwheel orgasms and M-80 firecracker cums, which soared and exploded and flashed and spun. Her pelvis thrust quickened making her back arch in counterpoint, her eyes rolled upward, I sensed her toes constricting, her hug tightened, her panting quickened, her pussy palpitated in spasms.

The end of my pointer was tapping at the opening of her womb. The urge to thrust hard and release my torrent stream of semen into the place of conception over came my alternate desire to make this experience last as long as possible. My dick locked tight, like a tanker plane refueling a jet, and with a pulsing rush I spewed the fluid of life where it was forbidden to be. Our cries and wails and jungle noise of unbridled passion must have been ! heard though out the whole neighborhood. But, if any were awak! e to hea r, we were anonymous. Who could tell from which house, which pair, this unruly riot of lust had resounded from? Good old dad snored on.

The moonlight reflected off our beads of sweat, even as the breeze began to cool us. The sucking sound of our disengagement, as our bodies separated, was softly, yet clearly audible. I looked at my mother with wonder and love and the assurance of her mutual love. I was grateful for the wild sense of adventure that ran through the maternal side our family. (Had grandmother gotten it from her mother? No, her father surely!) We kissed. My mother reached for a towel she had wisely brought for herself. As she began to wipe us both down, my genetic material went to work on my gonads. I wondered if my sister might be so seduced, if the timing were right and the signs were watched for a night of her own moonbathing adventure, what might be possible? In our family such a happening was not at all inconceivabl! e. In fact, mom and sis and I, were conceived in just that way!

 

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