A Hot-looking Mum

I was surprised by the high number of views following the initial publication of *A Hot-looking Mum!* It actually has the highest number of views of all my stories since the beginning and it reached that number in record time.

At the request of readers, here is the sequel. Unlike the first part, which was based on a real event, at my place at home, Part 2 contains some elements of fiction. It is up to you, the reader, to discover which parts are fictional and which parts happened in reality.

To be clear: all individuals in the story, involved in erotic or sexual activities are over the age of 18.

First, some useful background information on our "mother-son relation".

Before I even had a clue about the word "nudist" we (my son and I) were already a little nudist family at home.

That was because of the combination of a few practical things: first of all, we are both suffering from skin allergy, mainly during summer and we both seem to dislike textile on our bodies.

My son and I used to be alone for almost all of his childhood, and even now, as a young man going to university, this is still the case (when he is not at his dorm), because his father was and is absent because he works and lives abroad most days of the year.

Many people in our neighborhood thought and still think that I am a single mum.

The fact that he slept all those years in the same bed with me was nothing I had second thoughts about.

For me, it was nice to have company, and when he was little, he didn't even change that habit when his father was at home. The result was uncomfortable nights with three in bed, and we let him because he was our little prince. The only difference was that with his father, we were never naked i bed, since he was and still is a very conservative husband.

When we had our kingdom for ourselves and the father had left again, we got back to our nude habits. We were so used to being nude all the time that we had to take caution not to open the front door naked when the doorbell rang!

As a mother, I was used to washing and showering my child, and from the moment he was big enough, I guess to save time, I took him with me in the shower. Soaping each other was a fun thing to do, and this habit stuck around like forever, even during his teens.

When I met Christian, my secret boyfriend, my son was still a little boy. He has children of his own, and for him, this was too much of a concern. Not the fact that we were naked, since he was the one to bring me to naked beaches and nude resorts before I even knew the existence of such places. He said there were going to be troubles at a later age with my son and me sleeping together all the time, and that I would better try harder to force him to sleep in his own bedroom. I ignored his advice and kept the routine with my son.

As a nudist, Christian was the only exception who was naked with us a few times, not only at home, but also during a few holidays, where I tried to get my son also into public nudism. I didn't mind showing my son that it is just normal to be nude, even with others around, although it was not a big success. While Christian and I got naked between fellow nudists, my son kept his swimsuit on. Apparently, he only felt comfortable being naked at home.

When Christian visited me, and my son wasn't at school, Christian always slept in the guest room, because I did not want my son to know he was more than a good friend, and my son slept with me. I had to sneak out at night to go to Christian to have sex, but that was how it was.

At some point, my boyfriend and I agreed to disagree, and it was no longer a point of discussion. Christian wasn't too bothered by it either, as he planned to visit me more at times when my son was staying at school. Easy to plan, since he is a boarder.

The years passed, and certain habits remained happy habits. Showering together, soaping up, sleeping naked together...

Around the age of fourteen-fifteen, he began to retreat more to his room. It felt weird, and I realized I missed him because it was something I was always looking forward to when the weekend when he came back from school. Of course, I didn't insist and let him do his thing. The absence of a controlling mother when it came to video games and phones must have had something to do with it.

Meanwhile, he grew into a beautiful young man I am proud of. We now had a swimming pool and hot tub at home, and the opportunities to see each other naked were numerous.

Sometimes I sensed he was looking at me, especially at times when he thought I didn't notice.

For instance, when I was sunbathing naked, or as I walked past him when he was bobbing in the pool by himself. At times, he had the same eyes as those of men peering at me on a nude beach, something I have a lot of experience with.

I did feel admired at such moments, which gave me a sensual feeling. I then wondered what he was thinking. Would he then think of "I have a beautiful mum," or would he think of something more sexual? Would he find it exciting to watch me naked? I had no idea and never asked.

In the meantime, I had taken my son to a public nudist beach a few times more, together with Christian, but unfortunately, this turned out not to be his thing. As much as he likes to be naked in our private settings, he is reluctant to get naked in public. Maybe I should have taken him with me at a very young age, but hey, I'm a late bloomer myself when it comes to being naked in public.

After being absent from my bedroom for a few years, he suddenly came back. I found him sleeping in my bed one day when I went upstairs quite late. I joined him in bed, which woke him up. When I asked why he chose my bed, he said with a sleepy voice that he couldn't sleep in his because of some mosquitoes in his room. I didn't say much, but I was happy to have him back. I took off my nightgown and spooned him, having my breasts against his naked back.

Apparently, he had a good sleep because the mosquitoes' excuse was the start of several new nights together in bed.

But it was not always peace between us. There were other things he was more resistant to, such as my demand to study hard and do better homework.

As a mother, I had to ensure that he achieved good results at school. On several occasions, this has caused conflict between us. If I forbade things such as gaming, TV, and Netflix, he would sometimes struggle angrily in his room. Those nights on the weekends, he wouldn't come to sleep in my bed, as if he wanted to punish me.

Luckily, his bad mood was short-lived, and the next weekend everything was fine again.

Periods of co-sleeping alternated, and he also increasingly traveled alone, sometimes with his father, sometimes with friends. Every time I thought, "Now that's it, sleeping together is over," he came back, and that made me happy.

Here starts "Hot looking mum" - part 2

If you did not read the first part I urge you to do so!

A few weeks after my son's friends unexpectedly visited me, where I was caught sunbathing nude and briefly clashed with my son because I hadn't bothered to get dressed that afternoon (much to his friends' amusement), my son asked me which days I'd be home this week. It had been a long, beautiful summer, after all, and his friends wanted to come swimming again.

"I'll be home Tuesday and Thursday, the other days I'll be away. Why?" I asked immediately.

"We'd like to have a pool party, and, well, it might be nice if I could do it while you're away," he explained.

"What are you planning to do that I should be away?" I asked cautiously.

"Nothing special, just swimming, having a beer, music, playing some badminton..."

"Who wants to come then?" I asked.

"The same guys from last time, maybe a few more, and probably Patricia too.

I understand Patricia was his recent girlfriend, maybe his first.

He hadn't admitted it yet, but I thought something was going on between those two.

I understood that, as young people, they sometimes wanted to plan a gathering without parental supervision or interference. After giving him the guidelines, especially regarding order, no loud music, and, of course, limiting alcohol consumption, and cleaning up afterwards, I agreed.

Then I was surprised that the day they ultimately chose was one I had planned to stay home.

"Did you make a mistake with our plans? Because I'll be home that day, dearest son!"

"Yes, I know," he said, clearly displeased.

"It was the only day it worked out for everyone, so yeah, so be it."

But Mom, do me a favor and wear a bikini this time, okay?"

This time, I couldn't use the excuse that I'm surprised by unexpected visitors, so I gave in and promised him I wouldn't walk around naked in my garden, although it is what I prefer to do during warm days. I had to miss out on an opportunity to play the exhibitionist, too bad! For one's son's sake, that's what they call it!

That day, they arrived early in the afternoon. And yes, Patricia was there too. I didn't know much about her; I'd happened to meet her parents before, well-to-do people who had lived in France as expats for a long time. She spoke good French, and I liked that, especially with my son, for whom French was actually one of his better subjects. I thought, let him practice with her and get even better.

Besides the familiar friends, there were a few new people: most guys knew each other from school, and also an older brother of one of my son's friends.

It was the first time I saw them. The brother stood out from the others. Not only because of his age, but I immediately thought of the young Playboy-type. A lot of attention was paid to his appearance: nicely styled hair, a nice tan, nice sporty casual clothes, and sunglasses with blue mirrored lenses, in other words, a young Tom Cruise! I said hello to everyone, and without exception, everyone kissed me on the cheek to greet me.

As not to offend my son again, I'd put on a decent black bikini--not too small, not too see-through, even when wet.

Everyone was eager to get in the water, and soon their clothes came off; most of them were already prepared with their swimwear. I kept a close eye on Patricia. A beautiful girl with white skin, a head of dark curls, walking on a pair of long legs that made her slightly taller than my son. Her figure was impressive: slim, with a narrow waist, flat tummy, and beautiful shaped breasts, hidden in kind off push-up bikini. She wouldn't have looked out of place in a lingerie or swimsuit magazine.

I could see why my son was attracted to her. She also did well at school and I hoped for his sake that she was also a beautiful person on the inside.

I'd already taken my swim beforehand and was enjoying the spectacle. All those young men, and a young woman, were enjoying the water together. Tanned bodies betrayed those who had spent part of the Summer outside the UK. That must have been some southern country. But we couldn't complain these past few weeks: it's been beautifully dry, sunny, and even hot at times.

I often toyed with the idea of turning my large private garden and pool into a nudist retreat. By personal invitation, of course. I just didn't know who to ask or how to approach it. Let me be honest: I didn't dare because I only expected disapproving and negative reactions from most people I know personally through work and the like.

Christian suggested to organise a long weekend at my place, with Marc and his friends, we got to know so well during a hotswinger weekin Spain, but it never worked out for everyones agenda.

While thinking back a few weeks, when I teased the young men with my naked body, I was starting to regret not being able to steal the show like last time. Yes, I know, nudism has nothing to do with sex or eroticism per se, but sorry, most of the time a hint of such feelings and thoughts are in the air for me. Strangely enough, the fact that my son was there didn't switch off that sense.

And then suddenly, I got help from an unexpected source. While an imaginary water polo game was played, Patricia had lost her top. One of the boys had fished out the floating bikini top and, instead of giving it back to her, he threw it out of the pool, too far for her to get it back without coming out of the pool half-naked, so her breasts would be visible to the boys.

I expected she would call on me to fetch it and give it to her and waited for her reaction. I was surprised that she wasn't angry but laughed just as loudly as the boys. She stayed in the pool, much the same way the boys did: in her case, wearing a tiny pair of swim briefs. She could have simply asked me to throw the top back to her, but she didn't.

A little later, everyone left the pool to relax and get a drink. Patricia, too, who made no move to get her top. On the contrary, she strutted around, proud as a peacock, enjoying the attention of the young men who whistled at her.

I glanced at my son and saw that he was handling it well. Apparently, he's more forgiving when it comes to his girlfriend!

When Patricia passed me and saw me looking, she politely asked if it was okay for her to be topless, or if she needed to cover up.

"Honey, no problem at all, on the contrary!" I said while looking at her pink, pointing nipples.

"I suspected as much," she continued.

"I heard from the boys that you're not too bothered by giving your breasts freedom either."

"Oh yeah, did you hear that? Then it must be true, right?" I replied.

"For me, that's how I grew up, in France. I never saw anything else, my mother, her friends, we also went to nudist beaches, so it's the most normal thing for me," Patricia explained.

"Oh, I've been to nudist beaches too," I boasted proudly with this confession.

"It's a shame my son isn't open to it," I continued.

"Really? Yes, it's a shame indeed," she said, drinking from her water bottle.

"So what are you waiting for then?" she asked suddenly.

"Uh, I promised my son I'd keep my bikini on," I offered as an excuse.

"Well, now you don't have to! Don't let me be the only one!" she said, her body language motivating me to go topless and to join her.

Of course, I was up for it! To give it a last push, she asked the rest of the audience what they thought, and the votes weren't exactly in my son's favor. I looked at him and saw that he was about to give in.

"Whatever, mum!" he said, the sign for me to finally take off my top. I actually got a round of applause!

A little later, that older brother came over for a chat. I was sitting up straight, breasts sticking out, which I saw reflected in the young man's sunglasses.

He didn't weigh his words!

"I heard from my brother that you were just walking around here stark naked the other day."

"Your brother is a chatterbox, that's gossip," I laughed.

"I've heard it from others, too, who confirmed his story!" he tried.

There was no point in arguing with him, so I gave in.

This gave him the courage to continue the topic: "If I'm to believe them, you found it quite fun and exciting yourself!"

Had they noticed it that way, I wondered silently. Well, I hadn't heard any disapproving reactions anywhere, from parents or anything, so it must be okay, all things considered, I thought. His brief reflection on what he heard and the way they apparently discussed it was reassuring to me. This past week, I'd occasionally wondered if I'd overacted last time, and if I shouldn't have covered up. Now, it turns out it wasn't so bad. It was a truly positive experience for the boys.

"You know, I arranged to come today with our group, while you were at home. I expected you to be completely naked, like last time. So I'm a little disappointed. But look, you're on the right track," he said with conviction, simultaneously pointing at my bare breasts.

It doesn't happen often, but now I was a little taken aback.

"Sorry to disappoint you then. You have my son to thank for that; he thought it was rude, not proper, to repeat this."

"Spoiler!" he said in my son's direction.

Only then did I realize this conversation had been planned, I thought without my son's knowledge. Patricia probably didn't know any better either, and her openness to walking around topless was a happy coincidence. By then, the young people already had a few beers, and the conversation had loosened and become more daring.

"I think you should just do what you like, and if that's being naked in your own garden and pool, who could object to that, right, friends?"

The only one who didn't give a clear "yes" was my son. He saw the writing on the wall.

If the suggestion was coming from them, why not, I thought. I felt like giving in right away, but I played the somewhat shy woman who resisted, if only to give my son the (false) impression that I was still on his side.

The boys were clearly not satisfied with the two topless women. The two pairs of bare breasts couldn't satisfy them; they wanted more and started verbally prodding!

I looked in Patricia's direction, and now it was me who asked her if she would follow me. I considered it quite likely, since she'd just mentioned that she'd done this before.

"Sure! No problem!" she said.

Then she interrupted the boys' enthusiasm.

"If I'm going skinny dipping here today, you all will too!"

Smart girl, I thought, wondering what the reaction would be. I saw the hesitation and wanted to give Patricia (and myself) a helping hand:

"Let's just resolve this democratically and vote for it," I suggested.

"Who's in favor?" I asked, my arm already raised.

A few boys hesitated, but to my surprise, my son's arm went up pretty quickly! He received a spontaneous thumbs-up from Patricia. The older brother, who had initiated this situation, was also a quick decision-maker, and we soon had a majority.

The fact that everyone but me was still in the water at that moment made things a bit "easier" for them. Taking off your swimsuit while the water is clouding your private parts makes it somewhat less risqué.

They were happily waving their swimsuits above their heads as proof that they were all participating in the skinny dipping. I found it amusing, and as the only one outside the pool, I dropped my bikini to my heels, stepped out, and kicked the piece of cloth out of reach onto the grass. To make it clear that the nudity wasn't just happening underwater. And soon the swimming trunks flew across the lawn!

With that, I gave the boys what they had come for. I stayed at the edge of the pool to show the enthusiastic crowd a nice upward view of my beautifully shaved pussy and tits. Even though some had been able to see me naked the other week, I was once again met with those lustful stares from the young men. It's a real treat for a nudist like me to feel those eyes rolling over my body! The presence of a few extra pairs of male eyes, seeing me for the first time naked, made it even more rewarding.

They called me into the pool to join them in the water polo game. Passing a ball between each other involved frequent touching both above and below the water. At times, I felt hands sliding over my breasts, my butt too, even when the ball wasn't anywhere near me. I found it all innocent, yet at the same time, a little exciting.

After a while, I left the pool. Patricia quickly followed me, and it was as if we understood each other without words, but with the same scornful look, and waiting to see who would expose themselves first by joining us.

For her, it was pure pleasure to challenge them, I assumed, while I myself was getting more and more horny. I was glad to have a female companion who makes being naked a pleasure and something more natural and innocent.

My son was the first to get out of the water while the others continued playing. I know him best, of course, and although we haven't agreed, at least until now, about being naked in public places like a nudist beach, as I explained at the beginning of this story, it has always been a different thing at home. To see each other naked was never awkward.