As if on cue I heard the crunch of tires on gravel in the driveway to my house and then the slamming of a car door. I looked out the kitchen window just in time to see my mother walk to our front door and fumble in her purse for her keys while at the same time yelling, "Mickey, are you home? Open the door."
Getting no response she mumbled some unintelligible words and continued to rummage through her purse for her keys. She finally retrieved her key, unlocked the door and rushed into the house. A few seconds later I saw her as she walked into the bathroom, close the door, and begin frantically to undress.
She was clearly visible through the un-curtained window of the bathroom as she quickly pulled down her skirt, then her girdle and hose and plopped down on the toilet. From my vantage at Carol's kitchen window I had a clear and unobstructed view of my Mom's fairly shapely legs and thick thatch of dark pubic hair. She looked up to gaze out the window and I quickly stepped back from view.
Carol chuckled, "Don't worry ass hole. Nobody can see you from there."
I looked at her questioningly and she continued, "If the light is off in here and the curtain is partly pulled, all you can see from there is dark shadows. I checked." She giggled before going on, "You should really get some curtains for that window." She smiled as she paused and then said, " No, don't! Watching you guys is my only real entertainment these days. As a matter of fact, that is the reason that I came over yesterday."
I looked at her confusedly and she smiled wanly before she rushed on, "I was fixing dinner when you came home and went to the bathroom. I watched as you relieved yourself and then sat down to masturbate. Watching you beat off got me so hot that I tried to relieve my frustrations with a cuke. I greased the cucumber up and started ramming it home while you stroked yourself off."
She suddenly got self-conscious and her voice dropped a notch as she continued, "The cuke just didn't do the trick for me, I just had to have some help and you seemed so available. So, when you got into the shower I grabbed the chocolate cake I had made for desert and waited for you to come out. When you finally stepped out of the tub, I rushed over to your house and the rest is history."
I chuckled at her revelation and returned my attention to the window. Mom was still sitting there, she had lit a smoke and was leisurely taking care of business while paging through a magazine. As we watched she put the magazine down and put her hand between her legs. "She must be going to wipe herself." I thought somewhat disappointed by the brevity of the show.
But, instead of reaching for the toilet paper, Mom spread her legs apart and slid slightly forward on the toilet seat. "Damn, she's masturbating!" I exclaimed.
"It kind of looks that way." Carol confirmed cheerily.
I watched as mom slowly ran her hand up and down the length of her cunt, gently stroking her pubic hair like she was stroking a little kitten. I watched mesmerized, as she appeared to stick her fingers deeper into her slit. I really couldn't see much because of the distance but I leaned as close to the window as I could as I endeavored to get a better view.
"Why don't you use these?" I heard Carol ask.
"Huh?" I responded as if I was awakened from a dream.
"Why don't you use these field glasses?" She said as she pushed a pair of binoculars into my hands. "Jeff bought them for me when we moved here. He said it would help me pass the time to watch the wild life in the neighborhood. I think that he meant squirrels and birds, but so far the only wild life I've watched has been the neighbors." She chuckled, and then continued, "Until you folks moved in the most interesting thing to watch was old man Ferguson sun bathing nude in his back yard." She took the binoculars back for a minute and watched my mother diddle herself, then handed me the glasses again and continued, "But your family is a continual source of enjoyment. Did you know that your folks screw in the bathroom all the time?"
I said, "They fuck in almost every room of the house. I have to be careful when I come home at night to give them plenty of time to pull on clothes otherwise it gets kind of embarrassing."
"I bet." Carol purred as she rubbed her body unselfconsciously against mine as we watched the spectacle across the driveway.
The field glasses brought everything right up to you. I focused the lenses on my mothers thatch and watched as she ran her fingers over and into her gaping cunt. As I watched I could feel my pulse quicken and my dick begin to rise again.
"This isn't getting you turned on again is it?" Carol asked.
"Oh no." I lied.
