Getting Mom Naked

Getting Mom Naked: An Erotic Story

It was late one night when I launched my plan to get my mom naked. I had been fantasizing about it ever since I started to hit puberty and I knew it was time to make my move. I waited until my parents had gone to bed before I crept into her bedroom.

My heart was pounding as I slowly opened the door. I could see her lying there in the darkness. She was wearing a sheer nightie that gave me a tantalizing glimpse of her curves. I felt a surge of excitement as I watched her, imagining what it would be like to get her out of that nightgown and touch her body.

I felt my body tense as I edged closer to the bed. She was sleeping soundly, oblivious to my intentions. I moved in closer and looked down at her. I had never seen anyone so beautiful.

A wave of desire rushed through me and I felt my breath quicken. I wanted her. I wanted to get her naked and make her mine. But I was scared. Would she reject me if I made a move?

I took a deep breath and steadied my nerves. Keeping my hand steady, I reached out and gently peeled back her nightie. I watched her body as the fabric fell away and exposed her creamy white skin to my gaze. I could feel myself growing aroused as I admired her body, my eyes tracing over her lithe curves and soft breasts.

My heart was racing now and my hands were trembling. I wanted her. I wanted to feel her body pressed against mine. I wanted to go further and explore her nakedness.

Gently, I reached out and ran my fingers over her skin. She stirred in her sleep and I paused, my heart pounding. But she didn’t wake and I continued caressing her body, exploring every inch of her.

I could feel myself growing more aroused as I touched her. I moved my hands down her body, my fingers kneading her soft flesh. I traced a path down to her hips and then around to her backside. I could feel the heat radiating from her body as I touched her and my desire for her grew even stronger.

I moved further down her body and reached her inner thighs. I could feel her trembling as I touched her and I could feel my own body trembling in response. I wanted her so badly but I was scared.

With a trembling hand, I slid my fingers lower, tracing circles around her pussy. I felt her trembled even more and could hear her breathing become shallow. She was aroused and I could feel my own arousal building in response.

Still, I hesitated. This was my mom. I shouldn’t be doing this. But the desire was too strong. I couldn’t resist.

With aching hands, I moved my fingers lower, exploring her wetness. I felt her tense in response and heard her moan softly. I felt her become even wetter as I touched her and I knew that she wanted me as much as I wanted her.

Slowly, I moved my hand lower, pushing my fingers inside her. She gasped in pleasure as I filled her and I felt her body quiver underneath me. I moved my fingers in and out of her, exploring her depths.

Her moans became louder and more desperate as I moved my hand faster. She was close to orgasm and I could feel myself getting close too. With one final thrust, I pushed her over the edge.

She gasped and shuddered in pleasure as I held her close, completely lost in her orgasm.

Finally, her body relaxed and I gently removed my hand. I looked down at her and smiled. She was lying there completely naked and I had made it happen. I felt a surge of pride as I looked at her beautiful body, knowing that I had been the one to make it happen.

Feeling satisfied, I slowly got off the bed and crept out of the room. I had finally done it. I had gotten my mom naked.