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This story is dedicated to my friend, Joe, in Ireland. May his mother, Beatrice, rest in peace.
A loving son buys his beautiful mother, Beatrice, a special mirror for her to admire herself while getting dressed, undressed, and ready for bed.
Review from chapter Four
Hoping beyond hope, he wondered if she’d have to strip naked to put on her nightgown. Hoping beyond hope, he hoped she didn’t wear her bra and/or her panties to bed. Before putting on her sexy nightgown, he’d love to watch her remove her bra before removing her panties. He’d love to see her tits along with her pussy and her incredible ass. He couldn’t wait to see his mother topless before seeing her naked. As if he was there in the room with her, he couldn’t believe he was watching his mother undress.
Then, he realized whenever she was parading around him in just her nightgown, she wasn’t wearing a bra but she was wearing panties. Chances are he’ll see his mother topless but not naked. Chances are he’ll see her tits but not her pussy and ass. Chances are she’ll strip down to her panties but will leave those on before putting on her nightgown.
Seemingly as if she was looking right at him instead of staring in her mirror, he watched her mindlessly staring at her bedroom wall again and at the Disney characters he painted before she returned her focused attention to stare at her reflection in her mirror. As if she could see him and/or as if she knew he was there, her stare was disturbingly alarming. While watching her stare at Snow White and the seven dwarfs, he watched her reach behind her back to unhook her bra. He held his breath in the sexual anticipation of her removing her bra. Then, as if she knew he was there watching her, she stared at the mirror while removing her brassiere.
This is it. This is really it. He was finally going to see his mother’s tits. He couldn’t believe he was finally going to see his mother’s tits. Painstakingly slow, as if there was a drumroll and stripper’s music playing through his head again, as if she was purposely teasing him, he watched her remove one, slow bra strap at a time before removing one, slow bra cup at a time.
Then, as if he was imagining things, as if he was seeing things, as if a symphonic orchestra played a loud crescendo heralding the end of a classical music piece, she was topless. His mother’s tits were right there before him. He was seeing his mother’s tits. He couldn’t believe he was seeing his mother’s big tits.
Just like that, what seemed like tortuous teasing before was over now. In an instant, she removed her bra. His mother was topless and her big breasts were right there in front of his horny eyes. He couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He was seeing his mother’s tits, her nipples, and her areolas. He couldn’t believe his mother was topless. He couldn’t believe he was seeing his mother’s big, naked breasts.
Finally for the first time, other than the dozens of down nightgowns she’s given him when he saw of the tops of her meaty breasts and her long, line of sexy cleavage, he couldn’t believe he never saw her whole breasts before. He never saw her areolas. He never saw her nipples. Now, for the first time, he was seeing the entirety of his mother’s shapely, naked breasts. He couldn’t believe he was seeing the entire shape of her shapely breasts, her areolas, and her nipples.
“Fuck me. Oh, my God,” he said for no one to hear. “She has quite the rack, quite the rack, indeed. She has beautiful breasts. I love my mother’s big tits. I can’t wait to touch them, feel them, and suck them. I can’t wait for her to hang her tits over me while I’m fucking her. I can’t wait to spin her around, bend her over, and fuck her like a dog while hanging onto her big boobs. I can’t wait to fondle her breasts and finger her nipples while she sucks my cock.”
So close and yet so far, as if he could reach out and touch them, feel them, fondle them, and suck them, his mother’s tits were right there before his horny eyes. Her nipples were already erect as if she was cold or sexually aroused. Maybe with him kissing her and feeling her, he had sexually aroused her as much as she had sexually aroused him. He only wished he was in the room with her. He only wished her could touch, feel, fondle, and suck her big tits. He’d love to come up behind her and press his naked body against her panty clad ass while reaching up to cup her big breasts in his big, horny hands while slowly sliding his fingers across her erect nipples. He’d love to pull, turn, and twist her nipples before sucking her nipples.
Holding his breath again while wondering if she was going to remove her panties or just slip her nightgown on over her topless body, he watched her insert her manicure fingertips in her panty band and ever so slowly push down her panty.
“Holy shit,” he said for no one to hear. “She’s removing her panties.”
He couldn’t believe she was removing her panties. Maybe she didn’t sleep in panties. Maybe not wanting to give him an up nightgown view of her pussy, she put on a fresh pair ankara escort before emerging from her bedroom in her nightgown. Yet, whatever, whether she slept in panties or not and whether she put on a fresh pair of panties before emerging from her bedroom in the morning, he was glad that she was removing her panties in front of him now.
Again, as if there was another drumroll and strippers’ music playing through his head, he watched his mother ever so slowly remove her panties. Pussy, pussy, pussy, he couldn’t believe he was about to see his mother’s pussy. Again, as if sexually teasing him, ever so slowly lowering her panty past her belly button and past her pubic bone, as if suddenly happening in slow motion, he watched as she exposed the top of her black, trimmed pussy to his horny eyes. Pussy, pussy, pussy, he couldn’t believe he was seeing his mother’s black, trimmed, pubic hair.
Then, with one finally push down, cunt, cunt, cunt, he saw his mother’s camel toe and her pussy slit. As if he was seeing it in a dream or in a sexual fantasy, he couldn’t believe he was seeing his mother’s cunt. He couldn’t believe he was seeing his mother topless. He couldn’t believe he was seeing his mother’s tits, her areolas, and her nipples. He couldn’t believe he was seeing his mother naked.
“Oh, my God. I can’t believe my mother is naked. I’m finally seeing my mother naked. I can’t believe this. I don’t believe my eyes,” he said.
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Betty turned her naked body to face the mirror. Indeed, she was such a naked vision of loveliness. Even with her standing in front of the mirror naked, Joey couldn’t believe he was seeing his mother naked. With Joey on the one side of the two-way mirror and his mother on the other side of the two-way mirror, he enjoyed a great, uninterrupted view of his mother’s naked body. Seemingly satisfied with seeing his mother naked, it was only then that he pondered the real ramifications of having a two-way mirror between his bedroom and his mother’s bedroom.
What has he done? How could he invade his mother’s privacy in such a perversely perverted way? Not feeling guilty before, too horny and sexually excited to feel guilty earlier, suddenly he felt guilty now. Not feeling remorseful before, too incestuously driven earlier, suddenly he felt remorseful now. Not feeling depraved before, too determined to see his mother naked earlier, suddenly he felt lewdly lascivious now. Suddenly, with his guilty conscience, his remorsefulness, and his depravity overwhelming him, he now felt like the pervert that he is.
How could he do this to his own mother? What’s wrong with him to be so sexually attracted to her? Not satisfied with seeing her walk around him in her sexy nightgowns without the modesty of wearing a robe over all that she was showing him, he wasn’t satisfied imagining what she looked like topless and/or naked. If she wasn’t going to strip naked on a nude beach on Nude Day, then, he took it upon himself to take the next voyeuristic step. He bought her a two-way mirror.
Yet, how dare he do that to her? How dare he spy on her and peep on her? How dare he make it his mission to see his mother naked? How dare he not care how his mother felt about him not just invading her privacy but obliterating her privacy?
Not satisfied with seeing down nightgown views of the tops of her breasts and her long line of sexy cleavage, he needed to see the entirety of her naked breasts. He needed to see her tits. He needed to see all of her naked breasts all of the time, whenever he wanted to see them. He needed to see her nipples and her areolas. He needed to see her naked breasts. He needed to see the true shape and size of his mother’s beautiful tits.
Not satisfied with seeing up nightgown peeks of her white, yellow, pink, green, blue, or black bikini panties, mostly white and blue, he needed to see her naked ass and her black haired, naked pussy. Determined to see his mother’s cunt, he needed to know if his mother was shaved, trimmed, or bushy. He needed to see the shape and the size of her round, firm, naked ass. As much as he wanted to see his mother topless, he wanted to see her bottomless too.
Not satisfied with imagining his mother topless, bottomless, and/or totally naked, he needed to see her naked. After years of sexually and incestuously lusting over and masturbating over his mother, he needed to see her without her clothes. Tired of masturbating while wondering what she looked like without her clothes, he needed to know what she truly looked like in the nude instead of just imagining what she looked like naked. Just once, he needed to see her naked and if she wasn’t going to go to a nude beach with him, than this two-way mirror is even better.
Yet, what kind of son would sexually use and abuse his mother? What kind of son would masturbate over imagining his mother topless, bottomless, and/or naked? What kind of son would ask his mother to go with him to a nude beach, even on Nude Day and in celebration of her birthday? What kind of son would go through the lengths of installing a custom, two-way mirror just to see his mother escort ankara in her panty and bra, topless, and/or naked? Maybe he should have done what other normal sons do who are sexually attracted to his mother and installed a hidden camera somewhere in her room. Yet, as if he was standing in her room with her, this two-way mirror was better than a hidden camera, so much better.
Yet torn between seeing his mother naked and the guilt of seeing his mother naked, if he so loved his mother, how dare he violate her and visually rape her in such a dastardly devious and peeping way? No excuse but his only justifiable reason to peep on his mother, he couldn’t help himself. Lost in his incestuous lust to see his mother in her panty and bra, topless, and/or naked, what was he thinking? Now filled with shame, guilt, and remorse, he wasn’t thinking. If he was thinking at all, he was thinking with his penis. His cock controlled not only his mind but also his deplorable actions. If he was thinking at all, he was thinking about his horniness and how he sexually felt and not how his mother would feel being so sexually and incestuously violated by her own son. How dare he do that to her? How dare her visually violate and secretly rape her in such a deplorable way?
Now feeling nervous that he’ll be detected of being an incestuous perverted peeper, with the mirror so conspicuously demanding the attention of her bedroom, he wondered how could his mother not know that what he installed is a two-way mirror. How could his mother not know that he’s peeping on her from inside his bedroom? How could his mother not know that he’s already seen her in her bra and panty, topless, and now naked? How could his mother not know that he violated her trust, used her sexually, abused her physically and emotionally, and is now treating her like a whore instead of his loving mother?
With his mother seemingly unaware that he had watched her remove her blouse, short skirt, bra and panty, seemingly his mother didn’t know that he watched her strip naked. Thinking that he’d feel as victorious as he felt sexually excited, he felt foolishly stupid now that he tricked his mother into seeing her naked. Nonetheless her undressing in front of this custom mirror, he wondered if his mother suspected that this was a two-way mirror. He wondered if his mother suspected that he was watching her and peeping on her.
The fact that the mirror is set inside the wall and not hung on the surface of the wall is a sure sign that it’s a two-way mirror. Barring that telltale sign, all she needed to do is to cup her hands on the mirror to block out the light and rest her forehead against her hands while peering through the mirror. If she can see through the mirror, then it’s a two-way mirror. She could turn off her bedroom light and shine a flashlight through the mirror to expose who or what is on the other side of the mirror. If she doesn’t have a flashlight handy, she could rap her knuckles on the mirror. A dull sound proves that it’s a real mirror where a hollow sound is proof that it’s a two-way mirror. Only, unless she watches a lot of crime shows, how would she know how to discern if a mirror is a two-way mirror or not? For all she knows many of the clothing store changing rooms have two-way mirrors.
Actually, to know if it’s a real mirror or a two-way mirror, all she had to do was to touch the glass with her fingertip. There’s always a gap between the reflections of her fingertip in a real mirror that doesn’t exist in a two-way mirror. When a two-way mirror is touched with a fingertip, there’s no gap in the reflection. Perhaps she’s not aware of the two-way mirror tests. Perhaps she knows it’s a two-way mirror and doesn’t care that it is. Perhaps his mother wanted to show him her underwear clad, topless, and naked body as much as he wanted to see her underwear clad, topless, and naked body.
Wow, imagine if she knew he was watching her undressing and was purposely giving him more of a show of her beautiful, naked body than what she gave him when wearing her sheer, sexy, short, low cut nightgowns. Maybe she does know that this is a two-way mirror. Maybe she does know that he’s been watching her. Maybe she does know that she’s been giving him more of a show of her beautiful, naked body.
He liked thinking that she knew it was a two-way mirror and was purposing giving him his own, private striptease show of her naked body. Maybe the fact that he blatantly installed a two-way mirror in her bedroom wall is her excuse to undress while pretending that she doesn’t know that it’s a two way mirror. Maybe she wants him to see her in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked as much as he wants to see her in her bra and panties, topless, and/or naked. He didn’t know. How would he ever know if his mother wanted him to see her naked as much as he wanted to see her naked?
Now not just crossing the line of incest but obliterating it, even though he was beside himself with sexual excitement, he suddenly felt like such a lowlife pervert. Where he didn’t care what he had to do to see her topless and/or naked before, filled with shame, guilt, and remorse, he ankara escort bayan cared now. Sexually using and abusing his mother, it was painfully obvious to him now that he violated his mother’s trust and privacy by watching her strip down to her underwear before watching her strip topless and then naked. With him now and forever always thinking of her naked, he could never return to the innocent trust his mother had in him.
He violated her trust by peeping on her. He violated her trust by seeing her in her bra and panty, topless, and now naked without her knowing that he was standing there watching while masturbating himself. What the Hell kind of son is he to do that to his mother? The woman that he loves more than any other woman in the world, how could he do that to her? How could he violate her in such a deplorably, dastardly, and incestuous way? Hoping she never finds out that he watched her undress, he just hoped she doesn’t realize that he’s been peeping on her. He just hoped that she doesn’t realize that he installed a two-way mirror between their rooms.
Then, he thought, what if his mother walks in her room and turns on her light when he’s in his room with the light on and with his picture of Dorian Grey off his wall. As if a light wisp of smoke eerily drifting between the two walls, a shadowy image of him, she’ll see his ghostly reflection behind her mirror. Immediately, unless she already knows, she’ll know it’s a two-way mirror. She’ll know he’s been watching her dress and undress. Completely mortified, he’d be so embarrassed for his mother to know that her son is an incestuous pervert. For his diabolical voyeurism not to be discovered and his voyeurism of his mother detected, he must always remember to keep his light off when his picture that covers the two-way mirror is off the wall.
Pondering his options with a reality check, the complications and consequences of her finding out that he’s been peeping on her are endless. What has he done? He’d be so embarrassed for his mother to know that he’s an incestuous pervert. He’d be so embarrassed for her to know that he invaded her privacy by peeping on her while she dressed and undressed. How could he do that to her, his own mother? When she’d trust him with her life, what’s wrong with him for taking incestuous, sexual advantage of his mother without her knowing she’s been so invaded?
Yet, with his mother rejecting his sexual advances and not reciprocating his sexual interest in her with her sexual interest in him, what was he to do than to take control of the situation. With her declining his invitation to go to a nude beach, at this rate, he’d never see his mother naked unless he took the initiative to install a two-way mirror in her room. Maybe his mother is right. Maybe he should see a psychiatrist to find out why he’s so sexually attracted to her.
Then, he thought, what if she invites a friend up to her bedroom to look at her shoes? Something she’s done plenty of times in the past, what if she does that now that there’s a two-way mirror installed in her wall. Oh, my God. Too late to do anything about that now. He didn’t even think of that until now.
He’d be so embarrassed for his mother’s friend to know that he’s been peeping on his mother dressing and undressing. With just one look at that enormous mirror, what if her friend suspects that he installed a two-way mirror in his mother’s bedroom? He’d be really embarrassed for someone else to know that he’s been peeping on his mother. He’d be really embarrassed for someone else to know that he’s an incestuous pervert. Moreover, he’d humiliate his mother in front of her friend. For sure, they’d be the talk of the neighborhood. For sure, no one would have anything to do with them and especially with him. Then, he thought, what if she invites a man to her bedroom?
Immediately, he’ll definitely know that this is a two-way mirror. Without doubt, he’ll know it’s a two-way mirror. With men such experienced voyeurs, men can spot a two-way mirror a mile away. If she invites a man to her bedroom, immediately he’ll know that her son is a degenerate creep and an incestuous pervert. Immediately, he’ll know that her son has been watching his dress and undress. God, how humiliating that would be for him to be so exposed in front of a total stranger?
“Good God,” he said in a panic. “What have I done? I’ve not only ruined my life but also I’ve ruined my mother’s life as well. After seeing my mother naked, my life will never be the same. Now, when I see her, I’ll always think of her topless and/or naked.”
Changing his anxiety level from fright to sexual excitement, the only thing that quelled his panic was the sight of his mother’s naked, beautiful, shapely body. Unable to remove his eyes from her naked form, as if she was his lover and was walking to him to offer him her nude body, he watched his mother walk closer to the mirror naked. Closer, closer, and closer, she walked closer to the mirror. Naked, naked, naked, his mother was naked. No longer caring if she knew or suspected the mirror to be a two-way mirror, she was naked, totally naked. With everything right with his world, he was finally seeing his mother naked. Able to see her ass, her tits, and her pussy, his sexual fantasy now his incestuous reality, he couldn’t believe he was finally seeing his mother naked.
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