Mother became a widow aged forty. My father was twelve years older than her but still a bit young to have a heart attack. I often wondered how they had got it together in the first place because he was not good looking and tended to be a bit dull and old fashioned. They had married when she was twenty and I arrived two years later. It took her a while to get over his death.
Mother isn't exactly cheesecake either. She is quite petite with short dark hair but perhaps a little plump. She has average breasts, nice legs and I suppose one could say she is pretty. I like my Mum and since Dad died I have tried to be a good son. Occasionally I bring her flowers and sometimes chocolates and she is always pleased when I do.
When I saw her masturbating, I was stunned. I wasn't shocked or embarrassed, I could not believe my eyes. The reason I was so surprised was because I had never regarded her as a sexual person, which I suppose is really unfair.
This was how it happened. I had forgotten that the office computers were due to be upgraded and as we had to close for the afternoon, I bought Mum some flowers and headed home.
As I got out of the car I noticed that the downstairs curtains were drawn which was strange. For no other reason than I wanted to surprise her, I quietly entered and immediately heard the television. I carefully turned the handle of the lounge door and peered inside. The room was fairly dark because of the drawn curtains but in the light of the television screen I could clearly see Mother from one side.
There she was, her dress pulled up to her waist and her hand between her thighs. Her legs were open and her panties were around one ankle. The poor dear was watching a soft porn film from late night television. The sort of rubbish that showed naked breasts and buttocks but no genitals. Somehow she had managed to record it, which surprised me because she had always claimed that the machine was a mystery to her.
Anyway, a muscular guy was going down on a buxom girl and Mother was just about to come. I watched fascinated as she stiffened, arched her body, gave a little gasp and then subsided with her chin on her chest. I backed out quietly, got into my car and drove to the pub.
Over a pint I gave it some serious thought. I considered my feelings but what surprised me most was despite witnessing an erotic situation, I had not acquired even the semblance of an erection.
I am perfectly normal and heavily into masturbation, especially with my girlfriend Sue who is a randy bitch. We frig each other's brains out and watching her going at it with a running commentary about how 'hot and wet she is', is enough to bring me off every time.
The truth was that I felt nothing but tenderness for my Mother and some pity. I had never given a thought to the fact that she might be sexually frustrated and I felt guilty. Why shouldn't she get horny?
She was young enough and in good shape and her pussy was her own business; or was it? Watching a soft porn movie was pathetic, so I decided to also make it my business.
I stayed out until the normal time and then gave her the flowers. She was pleased and thanked me with the usual little kiss on my cheek and a hug. Then I went to my room and sorted through my porn to find the least offensive. No anal, just general screwing with the occasional blowjob.
Later I went to Sue's and we had some action but my mind was elsewhere and she said I was boring.
The next evening was Sue's Spanish class so I stayed home. After dinner, Mother sat reading a book and I was watching the end of a soccer game. I had already checked and sure enough the soft porn recording had been deleted. I went to my bedroom and got the disk.
I knew it wasn't going to be easy but I decided to take the plunge anyway. I said, "Mother I've got a CD that I think you might enjoy. I hope you'll watch it sometime when you're alone."
She looked interested. "What's it about dear?"
"It's a porn movie."
I waited nervously for her reaction. Quietly she said, "Anthony, why would I want to watch that sort of thing?"
This was it. "Well Mother, the office was shut yesterday afternoon and I came home with the flowers. Without realising that you were otherwise engaged, I accidentally saw that you were enjoying yourself and I apologise."
She sat frozen for a few moments just staring at me wide eyed as her cheeks flushed. Then without a word she got up and left the room. I heard her footsteps on the stairs and her bedroom door shut.
What should I do now? Well I couldn't leave it hanging so I followed her upstairs. I knocked on her door and went in. She was sitting on the bed with her face in her hands and her back to me. In a whisper she said, "Please go away."
I sat down beside her and resisted the urge to put my arm around her shoulders. I said, "Mother there is nothing wrong with masturbation. I do it all the time and I have done since I was a kid. I do it in bed, in the bath and I've even done it in the loo at work. Everyone does it. It's a perfectly healthy and natural activity that is very enjoyable and completely free of charge."
I suddenly realised that this was an odd conversation to be having with my mother when it should have been the other way around.
She replied, "You've embarrassed and humiliated me."
"Mother I'm the one who should be ashamed. I've never given a thought to the fact that you're in the prime of life with normal sexual desires, but from now on I will."
I stood up and left the disk on the bed. "If you want to give yourself pleasure in the privacy of your own home then I urge you to see the real thing, not that rubbish you were watching yesterday. I've got dozens of them if you occasionally want a change of scenery. They're all pretty much the same, except there are some that I don't think you're quite ready for yet."
The next evening there was very little conversation during dinner and it was awkward. Finally when we sat down and she had picked up her book I enquired, "Well?"
"Well what dear?" she asked quietly.
"Did you watch it?"
"Of course I didn't."
"Mother nobody could resist having a peep so don't expect me to believe you."
She remained silent.
