Make Mom a devout nudist.

I quickly let new ideas in her mind sink in and watch as my mom's facial features gradually subvert.

"On second thought," the older, blonde woman says, pulling her shirt up enough to see her belly button and soft stomach. "These clothes are kind of pointless, aren't they? Don't you agree, sweetie?"

She turns to me, acknowledging my presence for the first time. I nod. She smiles, and begins removing her shirt, then her pants. With her outerwear gone, she pats my sister on the shoulder.

"I'm so glad you decided to take initiative, Jess," our mom complimented, throwing her panties on top of the kitchen table, next to her bra. "Really, a girl like you, and any girl, or guy, shouldn't have such pesky obstructions on their body. It'll only weigh them down. Like baggage."

I realize she is staring at me, now, having slowly turned to face me throughout her words with a look of suppressed disapproval in her face. While I blink at my mother, Jessica is eating contently enough at the table, thankful she wasn't being scolded anymore.

For a while, she just looks at me, up and down. Then, she approaches me, lips downturned. When she's in front of me she grabs my pants and begans to unbuckle my belt, unzipping the front in one motion. I try to jump back, but her other hand pushes me back.

"Ah-ah-ah, honey. Don't." Her voice warns me with patient firmness, one I've heard before. Looking back down to her work, she proceeds to pull my pants over my legs. Then her hands move to my boxers. "Yes... you, my beautiful boy, you shouldn't be ashamed. I raised you to be proud and confident in yourself. To be able to look the world in the eye and show some self-respect." She stares into my eyes, her hands at the hem of my undergarment having now pulled down enough to reveal the V-neck of my pelvis. "Didn't I?"

"I guess."

"Exactly," my mom agrees, "so, prove to me you haven't forgotten everything I've taught you already." Then, the naked, still very beautiful woman -- and my own mother -- pulls my boxers down, my hardness flinging upward, in the open. She moves her face out of the way, commenting, "Oh, my. John!"

Clearly she's slightly surprised at my pounding erection, which, as I'd willed before, was still at full-mast, and long and hard as ever. I notice Jessica is looking, too, and she smiles kindly at me before returning to her meal. Considering the still fresh and warm memory of my cock in her mouth, she probably can't help but appreciate it a little.

As our mom clears her throat, her knees still pushed against the floor, my dick now in front of all the ladies of the family around to gape at freely, I look down at her. "Well?" My hands proceed to my top. "You want my shirt next, right, Mom?"

She moves her chin up to look at me, still collecting her thoughts.