X-RAY DELIGHT

“Honey, are you ok? You're looking at me strange,” Scarlett said, voice soft but tinged with curiosity. 
“I’m… good,” her son Eddie managed, yet his body betrayed him, the urgent bulge in his pants swelling, the seam straining to contain the swollen curve of hardening teenage cock-flesh.
Scarlett cocked her head, a smile quirking at the corners of her lips. She shifted her weight, the straps of her dress groaning softly as her ample tits jostled and settled—the motion hypnotic, impossible to ignore. 
“What’s with the sunglasses?” she asked, her tone tinged with mischief. “Last I checked the sun was outside.”
“Oh, I just, um… just got them, and was trying them on,” he stammered, fingers twitching at his sides. 
Still, his eyes never wandered—not even for a heartbeat—from the tantalizing landscape of her figure, greedily drinking her in through the dark glass as she stood there in her bedroom.
Eddie could barely believe his luck. X-RAY GLASSES—the banner had screamed at him from the MILF porn site, the tag beneath it burning itself into his brain: SEE YOUR OWN MOM NAKED! ANY TIME, ANY PLACE.

It had sounded like the kind of cheesy scam you saw a thousand times online. A tease, nothing more. But Eddie had clicked anyway, then found himself entering his shipping info, curiosity burning hotter than shame. 
And now, just days later, here he stood in his parent's bedroom doorway, the ridiculous glasses perched on his nose, his heart in his throat as he looked right at the gorgeous goddess he called mom.
Her sundress may as well have been smoke. Eddie saw everything: the heavy, pendulous sway of her bare tits as she turned from the dresser, nipples dark and stiffened, the areolas broad and puckered.

The meaty swell of her ass cheeks, dimpled and thick, shifting with a vulgar weight.
Lower still, the bare slit of her—shaved clean, lips plump and glistening with a faint dew, the hooded bud of her clit visibly taut.
He could see it all—every goosebump, every blue vein under pale skin, every intimate detail laid obscenely bare as if her clothes had simply ceased to exist.
It was unreal. Eddie had run through every possible outcome in his head, certain it all had to be a prank—but the view through those lenses was pure, impossible magic. 
Instantly, any doubt about the scam vanished. His own mom, oblivious, her bare skin exposed in front of him as she bustled through her morning routine. Not a single layer in the way.

Eddie watched, transfixed, unable to tear his eyes away or even pretend to look elsewhere. The glasses really worked. And here he was, seeing his mother naked, just like the ad had promised.
“You sure you’re okay?” Scarlett pressed, her stare riffled with suspicion. “You’re acting weird.”

It took everything Eddie had to drag his eyes away from the hypnotic sway of his mom’s rack—those full, almost comically jostling tits so close, so impossible to ignore. 
The last thing he wanted was for Scarlett to realize exactly what his gaze was feasting on. 
“Yeah, I, um… I’m fine, mom. Just didn’t get a lot of sleep,” he managed, forcing the lie out with a shaky grin.

Scarlett’s lips softened into a coaxing smile, sweet as honey. “Go on down and get yourself some breakfast,” she purred. “I’ll be there in a sec to pack your lunch.”
Eddie turned and walked away, but couldn’t resist one last look over his shoulder as his mom bent to retrieve something from a low drawer. 
The cheap sundress might as well have been cobwebs. Through the lenses, he watched the heavy, pale moons of her ass cheeks part and then clench tight, the deep crease between them shadowed and intimate, the pucker of her asshole winking at him before she straightened up again.
His mind immediately began cataloging targets:
Mrs. Henderson’s thick, dimpled ass cheeks jiggling as she wrote on the whiteboard.
His grandma’s ginormous tits that swung like pendulums beneath her floral housecoats.
His brother’s wife Sarah, eight months pregnant, her baby-packed belly huge and taut, her tits swollen massive—blue-veined udders leaking colostrum.
He’d see them all stripped bare now—every freckle, every private fold and crevice. The glasses were real, and he planned to gorge himself on every woman he’d ever secretly wanted to see naked.