A Hot-looking Mum

All characters present in this story were at least 18 years of age - therefore, no sexual relationships or involvement of any kind with minors.

That sunny afternoon, I was sitting straight up on the sun bed in my garden, my back resting against the almost vertical foldable part of the bed. I placed my bare feet left and right of the bed to enjoy the feeling of the fresh-cut grass. My mind was focused and deep into the story of the book I was reading. One little detail: I was completely naked, something I do often when I am alone or with only my son at home. I call it the "no-tan-lines strategy," and of course, because I enjoy being naked outside as soon as the weather permits.

Suddenly, the loud voice of my son pulled me out of the story: "MOM!!!"

I looked up and saw him standing right in front of me. He was not alone! Three of his friends were standing next to him! They weren't looking me in the face, but stared, hypnotized, between my open legs. In that position, I know the lips of my vulva reveal a beautiful, dark pink, reddish opening, which I enjoy letting the light breeze drift over. Now, three pairs of eyes were giving unexpected special attention to them, which in itself instantly created a different kind of tingling sensation than the gentle wind.

My son didn't tell me he was having his friends over, so I wasn't prepared and didn't know what to do. Although I felt caught, I knew I didn't want to react in panic. While I was wondering whether to use my book to cover my breasts or my pussy, I did neither, because in the first moment, my brain wasn't working properly. On the contrary, I closed the book slowly and put it aside on the grass.

Realizing they were watching a naked woman with her legs spread-eagled sitting like this, I got them back together on the sun bed and crossed them to be a bit more in a decent pose. There were no clothes, bikinis, or even a towel nearby, and I didn't want to run away because that would have looked stupid!

I knew all three of them and said hello, which resulted in an enthusiastic "hello, Diane!" back.

"Mom, you are naked!" my son shouted at me.

I said, "I know, darling, but I am in my garden, and naked most of the time, you know that - if you had told me they were coming, I could have put my bikini on, but guess it's too late now, right?"

"But I told you! I did send you a text," he argued.

I have to admit, he was right. When I picked up my phone after the incident, I saw his message. But hey, if that phone is in the kitchen while I'm enjoying the outdoors...

"If your friends don't want to see me, they just have to turn around, go to another part of the garden, space enough here, or in the house, no problem, right guys?"

Nobody moved, and my son seemed the only one upset. I saw the smiling faces of the young men and decided to stay the way I was.

One of them said, "Oh, my mother is sometimes also naked in our garden".

"See? You don't want me to cover up, do you guys?" I said in a laughing way.

They laughed and joked around and did not hesitate to look at me. They certainly weren't shocked or frightened by what they saw; on the contrary. It seemed like they were admiring me, looking at me somewhat with relish.

I wonder if I should feel guilty for admitting I found it rather hot showing off to these young men that I saw growing up. Now, one by one, the freshmen at uni were already a lot taller than I. I checked their pants and thought I could see some bulges, and wondered what those young cocks would look like. I don't know if they saw my nipples changing, but the two dark pins told me I was getting horny by this unexpected exhibitionistic opportunity.

My son ran into the house while the boys stayed with me and continued a little chit-chat.  Whether we go away on holiday and where our family plans to go, things like that. The conversation did not get a fluent start. There was some stammering and stuttering, and the look in their eyes showed they got excited but also a bit uncomfortable, more nervous than I, I guessed. But that feeling seemed to go away as quickly as it came.

They could have walked away, but were nailed to the grass and showed no plans to move. They wanted to seize the moment, I thought, and I couldn't blame them. In my honest fantasy, I would have loved to "help them" learn how to have sex, but I guess they were no longer virgins around that age, almost turning twenty.

"My son didn't offer you something to drink?"

I got up from the bed and asked them what they would like: water, juice, or maybe a cold beer? While standing in front of them waiting for their answer I saw their eyes were scanning me from my compleet shaven pussy to my tits and up and down - my brain told me I was doing something wrong, exposing myself to them like this, and at the same moment, the excitement I felt just standing there in front of them was too strong to ignore and not to enjoy.

Every summer, there is always a first time to go back naked in public on a nude beach - that feeling - to take off my clothes to be Eve again after a long winter, getting naked in front of strangers, is always like "a first time". That thrill was about the same thing I felt with those three guys, my private little audience.

While I was wondering if they found me as attractive as their young girlfriends, I tried to pretend this was a normal and natural situation.  Then I heard my son running back, bringing me a bikini.

"Thank you, sweetheart!" I said, "Can you bring your friends and me something to drink?"

"Alright", he said, "but you put on that bikini first!"

My son's intention was appropriate, but I didn't like it. Being naked in front of these young men was my "gift of the day," and I wanted it to profit as long as possible.

"Do I need to?" I asked the young guys while swinging the black textile triangles and little ropes around like the propellers of a helicopter....

"Coz you already saw everything - no use and a bit stupid of hiding now, right?"

I felt confident to ask because I was one hundred percent sure I had them on my side.

They all pulled their shoulders like - we don't care, and one of them showed a "thumbs up". My son got pissed off and asked the guys to come with him into the house to get their drinks. They followed him, but I had the impression they preferred to stay in the garden, or maybe it was just my imagination.

I went back to continue reading my book and realized that something had gotten a bit wet between my legs. To be sure, I tested with my middle finger and yes, juice was preparing my pussy for a fuck, a fuck that would not happen that day... pity...

Nobody came back to bring me my drink, so I got up to get it myself, a good excuse to flaunt my body to them again. I first started to put on the bikini my son brought... maybe just my bottom part, and go topless, I thought, but then stopped overthinking and decided to face a new fight with my son, which was worth it to give me the chance to show off stark naked again to his friends.

At the entrance, I just put on my slightly heeled slippers to avoid the cold floor and went into the kitchen, where I met the guys again.

My son only said "Mom?!"

I said, "You didn't bring me my drink, so I have to get it myself coz I am thirsty!"

His friends were happy to see me again and started conversations with me, I guess motivated to keep me with them as long as possible, and for sure, this was a win-win for everybody (except my son). While constantly paying attention to my posture, with my shoulders back and tits forward, I was wondering if they were aware I liked to show off naked for them? Would they already be familiar with the definition of "exhibitionistic behaviour"?

If my nipples weren't already hard enough from my arousal, I got an extra boost from the air conditioning, which turned the kitchen into a refrigerator. Normally, I enjoy touching my hard nips, but I decided against it this time.

After a 15 or 20-minute conversation about nothing, I felt it was better to go back into the garden to avoid "suspicion" because never before had I had such a long conversation with his friends!

"Did you invite your friends for a swim in the pool? Such nice weather!" I asked my son, hoping to see some young men in trunks.

"Yeah, I did. That is the main reason for their visit. They are going to change clothes now."

"Okay, great! Enjoy, guys!" and turned my bare ass towards their faces and went back to the sun bed.

That afternoon, I thoroughly enjoyed myself. I strolled by the pool a few times to offer some more snacks and drinks, not giving up my naked dress code, and noticed that my son had come to terms with it. He only gave me a few disapproving glances but refrained from commenting.

He'd always been used to seeing me naked since he was little, and vice versa, of course. Perhaps he found it difficult to share his mother with his friends in that way.

After all, it was the first time he was confronted in a situation where his friends saw me nude. I hope he changes his mind and get used to it. That way, these occasions can happen again and be more liberated.

Meanwhile, I knew his friends didn't mind; quite the opposite. The looks on his young friends' faces were similar to those of most men on the many nudist beaches I visited: aroused gazes, of what they saw: me!

I imagined suggesting they swim and sunbathe naked as well, just like me, same as my son is doing when we are alone. I even rehearsed some sentences with that goal in mind over and over again.

Like: "You can swim naked, no problem, my son is used to swim naked as well".

But that would most likely mean war with my son, so I let it go. Who knows soon?

Every time I passed by, the young men would strike up a conversation, as if they didn't want me to disappear back to the side of the garden where they couldn't see me as well. I briefly joined them at the small garden table for a drink and a snack. It was both cozy and exciting. I really wanted to strike more provocative, sexy poses, but I held back.

The thought of the young men's angry and disapproving parents, whom I knew quite well, and an angry son, stopped me. So I behaved, naked, but quite respectable.

Of course, I also had to refresh myself every now and then with a dip in the pool, where I mingled with the boys and occasionally played a quick game of throwing the ball.

Climbing out the small ladder was always a glorious moment to show off!

It was an amazing thrill, after all, to see his friends' eyes following and observing me...

"Stop it!" I suddenly thought, as I caught myself in the incipient fantasy of the young men fucking me simultaneously.

I saw them for a last time when they came to say goodbye as they were leaving...

After the boys were gone, my son lectured me. It was not easy, because he said I did this on purpose to make him feel ridiculous in front of his friends. I asked him why I would want to make him feel that way. I couldn't say I love to be naked because I enjoy showing off in front of his friends. I also asked him if his friends said something negative. He said no.

"Did they say anything?"

"Yeah," he said in a slightly aggressive way, "They said I have a sexy, hot-looking mum! A milf!"

"Hmmm, guess that is not bad, right?"

Then he shut up and walked away to the TV room and didn't say a word for the rest of the evening. The next day, he felt better, and we laughed about it. Apparently, he got some more texts on his phone from his friends telling him that they agreed not to tell their parents about the incident, to avoid problems, and to keep their chances of being able to come swimming later intact.

"To come to swim or to see me naked again next time?" I joked.

"Come on, Mom, next time wear something, ok?"

"We'll see..."