About an hour later I was awakened by the sound of my bedroom door opening and closing. That sound was followed by the sensation of someone lifting the blankets of my bed and climbing in next to me. The scent of my mother filled my nostrils as she spooned up next to me. She draped her arm across my body, pressing her soft breast against my back, and seemingly passed immediately into sleep.
As I said earlier, this was a common occurrence in our house, sometimes I felt like a husband without the benefits of having sex. But most of the time it really didn't bother me, I loved my mother dearly and I really loved the companionship in bed too. We were like an old married couple sleeping back to back in a queen-sized bed.
It was entirely platonic and it was kind of sweet in a way, but it sure was could be embarrassing on those mornings that I woke up with a raging hard on and I had to slip out of bed without Mom seeing my boner. Or like the other morning when I found her cuddled up to me with my naked dick stroking between the cheeks of her soft ass.
I just hoped that I didn't roll over in the throes of a wild dream and actually ram my dick into her cunt while she was asleep. I am sure that would jolt her out a sound sleep, and it might be really hard to explain.
With her breath soft against the back of my neck I passed into a sound sleep only to be awakened again, a couple of hours later, by the sound of the shower in my bathroom. I cracked open my eyes and looked toward the bathroom door. The frosted glass doors to my shower were directly in front of the door to the bathroom. The door was open, the light was on, and I could make out the faint outline of my mother washing herself in the shower.
Mom had just recently begun to use my shower in the mornings that she woke up in my room. Up till just a few weeks ago she had used the shower in her room all the time, but now she had even begun to bring her soap in so that she could have it to use. I just hope that she didn't bring any of her makeup in. That would be hard to explain if I had a lady visitor over for the night.
I watched her body through the frosted glass of the shower door; she looked like a colored shadow. There were no details but even in profile through the glass her body looked delectable. When she bent to wash her legs her breasts became visible in profile, I loved the way they swayed as she scrubbed her skin. Then she straightened up to put the soap into the dish, turned off the water, slid the shower door open, and leaned out to grab a towel. As she stepped to the door her naked body came into view.
Although Mom occasionally shared my room, seeing her naked was not a typical occurrence. In fact I couldn't remember the last time that I had seen her totally undressed. It had probably been two or three years ago when I was trying to spy on my Aunt Delilah at one of our family reunions.
We were staying at this rustic camp for the weekend gathering. The place was like a summer camp tucked way back in the woods of the Missouri Ozarks. Each family had a private cabin or tent like structure complete with kitchenettes and multiple bedrooms. Everything was pretty modern but the showers and toilets were in separate buildings, one for the men and one for the women. These bathhouses were pretty basic structures with the toilets in open areas and the showers set up in stalls like you see in the MASH TV show. The lower part of the walls were made of plywood while the upper four feet of the wall was just window screen attached to the two by four studs.
It didn't take me long to figure out that I might be able to get a good view of my voluptuous Aunt Delilah or one of my nubile cousins in the nude if I hung out with my binoculars near the bathhouse. It took even less time to get some nice peeping done, but the object of my desires didn't make her appearance until well into the weekend.
The evening of our second day there, I finally saw Aunt Delilah heading toward the bathhouse with her bath towel in hand. I was wearing my binoculars under the pretense of going nature watching so I was already prepared.
I raced down a little used path that I had discovered and snuck up behind the women's bathhouse just as my quarry entered and began to disrobe. I lay down behind a fallen log and trained my binoculars on the screen covering the upper part of the frame walls.
I couldn't see much in the gloom of the shower area, just shadowy movement as she dropped her robe from her shoulders and hung it up on the hook next to the shower stall. I adjusted the field glasses and zoomed in tighter on her shadowy form.
As she turned back toward the shower, all I could see a pair of breathtaking breasts in faint profile. The breasts jiggled faintly as she turned on the water and adjusted the temperature. When she was satisfied with the water temperature she stepped beneath the showerhead with her back to me and she let the warm water wash over her body.
Once she was actually in the shower the light was better. The shower stall she was in was on the corner so she was well illuminated from at least two angles.
The light poured over her alabaster skin, illuminating her shapely back and occasional allowed me a brief glimpse of her swaying breasts as she lathered soap into her hair.
My cock was hard as a rock by then. I unzipped my pants and began to slowly stroke my rigid meat as I watched. It was hard to keep the field glasses steady as I masturbated so I focused my field glasses on a single point, her back and swaying breasts.
As I stroked my now steel hard rod she lifted her hands to her hair and scrubbed vigorously. The scrubbing caused her breasts to sway deliciously and increased my heat to an otherwise unheard of level. She leaned her head under the water spray and rinsed the soap from her hair and then slowly turned to face me.
She turned slowly around until the sight of her massive tits filling my lenses made me gasp in awe. They were big and firm with long, firm nipples surrounded by half dollar sized dark brown aureole. I stroked faster as I gazed in wonder at her massive fruits.
She lathered up a washcloth and rubbed soap across her impeccable skin. I watched lustily as the lovely wench slowly washed her voluptuous body. My body burned with desire, my mind blurred in lust.
I stroked my meat while I watched her run her soapy hands over those huge tits and then rinse her body beneath the torrent of water gushing from the showerhead. She arched her body and allowed the warm water to cascade over her hard body and caress her voluptuous curves.
I moved my lens over her form as I brought myself to completion. It finally came to rest on her fair face just as a stream of cum erupted from my rock hard cock.
As semen shot unrestrained from my tortured member I saw, to my shock and surprise, that the shapely body I had in my view was not my Aunt Delilah. Instead it turned out to be my mother.
I was somewhat mortified by the realization that I had been spying on Mom and not Aunt Dee. I automatically and somewhat irrationally dove for cover even as cum continued to spurt from my dick.
I lay there in the cover of the fallen log until I heard the slamming of the screen door to the bathhouse before I rose from the cover of the log and headed down the trail toward camp and the men's bathhouse to clean up.
I had only traveled twenty-five or thirty feet when I came face to face with Aunt Dee. She was leaning against a tree smoking a cigarette. "Been spying on your momma I see." She said with a devious grin.
"Nnnnno, nnnot really." I stammered in response.
She took a long drag from her smoke and exhaled slowly as she said softly, "I can't say that I blame you, she is a majestic animal." Then she looked intensely into my eyes and said, "If you don't want her to find out you're a mother peeping pervert, here's the deal." And she commenced to set out her demands to keep her quiet, but that is another story entirely.
I hadn't seen Mom nude since then. Lately she had become less restrained with her dress, even running down the hall in just her bra and underwear a time or two when she was in a hurry to get some coffee in the mornings. But she was not one to move around the house in her altogether when I was around.
Needless to say, Mom's body was just as majestic as I remembered it to be. Her breasts were stunningly large. They were more than a handful, maybe more than two handfuls and she carried them firm and high for a woman of thirty-seven. Her slim waist and her flat stomach accentuated her tits and made them seem even more majestic.
When she stepped from the shower and turned away from me to dry the front of her body I got a good view of her heart shaped ass, her brick red bush, and a nicely tapered pair of muscular and altogether captivating legs.
She turned back toward me and ran the towel over her body, stopping to fluff the hair covering her vagina before dropping the towel to her side. The hair on her pussy was lush and full. The color was actually just a shade lighter than that of the hair on her head.
