During one of my visits to see Eve, I finally approached her with my problem.
"Eve, I need to talk to you about a something that's bothering me a lot."
"What's that, Jeff," she responded. "I'll be glad to help if I can."
"It's Mom," I said.
Eve looked at me puzzled saying, "Go on."
"Well, lately I've seen Mom in her underwear several times. I think it's accidental but sometimes she doesn't close her bedroom door and I've seen her almost naked. That never happened as I was growing up."
"Well, Jeff, that probably means she comfortable with your being a grown man and being around all the time means that is likely to happen.
"I think part of her comfort may be your strong resemblance to your dad, also."
I looked into Eve's eyes for a few second and then diverted my gaze.
"But I've started to get hard when I look at her thinking about her," I said conveying my embarrassment by my demeanor.
Eve smiled as she said, "Jeff, your mother's an attractive woman. She has a nice body and you are a man after all, it's a perfectly natural response. You just never saw your mother as a woman until recently and that you could want her sexually bothers you, doesn't it?
"Don't worry, Jeff, it's perfectly normal."
"But it seems wrong somehow. And I feel jealous thinking about her having sex with someone else."
"Well, Jeff, I imagine that's pretty normal, too. You love your mother and have all your life. She is
your
mother so of course you feel possessive about her and it seems more so now that you see her as a woman, and a potentially sexual woman at that."
"And some of the things she wears are pretty sexy, too."
Eve smiled and said, "Don't forget, dear, your mother is still a young woman and I'm sure still has sexual desires.
"She has shut them out and abandoned or ignored them since your father died but at some point she will awaken again sexually and desire a man's company. She's still grieving so it hasn't likely happened yet; but it will.
"How will you feel if your mother starts dating and finds someone with whom she becomes sexual again? Will it bother you?"
Eve looked me squarely in the eyes for a moment and then with a very slight smile asked, "Have you masturbated thinking of her?"
I blinked and immediately averted my eyes from her.
Eve smiled broadly and said, "That's okay, Jeff. You're a horny young man and you mother is a very attractive woman. I'd have been surprised if you denied it and wouldn't have believed you anyway.
"Most boys' early fantasies involve their mothers. It's only natural considering the close nurturing relationship they have with their mothers. Most boys think about growing up and marrying their mothers at one time or another. Some even have sexual fantasies involving their mothers."
"Thanks for talking to me, Eve. I appreciate it and you've helped me feel better. Looking at her as more than Mom, she is pretty attractive."
* * *
When I got home, Mom wasn't in the front area of the house to greet me. As I walked back to my bedroom, I noticed her door open again but didn't see any sign of her moving around. As I moved closer, I heard the sound of her shower.
Giving in to my perversion, I moved carefully past the partially open bedroom door and moved quietly toward the fully open bathroom door. As I approached, I found a position where I could see into the bathroom.
I noted the glass shower enclosure was clear and was not covered with a blanket of steam leaving a clear view into the shower with only water droplets on the glass obscuring the view. I watched as she stood with the water cascading from the shower over the front of her body allowing me a nice view from more or less behind.
I admired the curve of her hips and the swell of her breast that I could see. I stood frozen watching her. As I watched, she turned to let the flow cascade down her back.
The frontal view was wonderful. Her breasts weren't quite as large as Eve's and her areola and nipples were a bit smaller and more pink than Eve's which were more brown in color. After sating my vision of her breasts, I let my eyes wander down over the slight bulge of her stomach to the nice bush of hair above her pussy. I noted that although wet and matted, Mom seemed to have a slightly bigger and noticeably thicker bush than Eve.
As I watched, Mom brought her hands to her breasts, cupped them as if presenting them for my inspection and then began lightly pinching and twisting her nipples. I was mesmerized by her actions which firmly embedded in my consciousness that Mom was indeed a sexual creature and a sexy and desirable woman.
Her head tilted back as she played with her nipples and I realized I had a full blown hard-on watching her. I was so enrapt in watching that it never occurred to me that if she opened her eyes, she would almost certainly see me.
I continued watching and soon one hand moved down from her breast to her mound. I watched her fingers move along the curve of her pubis and slip between her legs. The movement of her hand stopped but as I continued to watch I realized that her fingers were moving and I understood that she was probably massaging her slit and stimulating her clit with her fingers. I heard her moan over the sound of the shower suggesting she was seriously hot.
As I watched, her legs bent at the knees and her hand moved again. From where I stood, it appeared she had slipped a finger or two into her pussy and was stroking herself with short quick strokes. As I watched, her mouth opened and heard a high pitched wail barely loud enough to be heard over the water noise as she came.
I quickly retreated to my room with the vision of Mom masturbating burned into my brain. As I sat at my computer, I couldn't stop thinking about the vision I had just seen. I wanted to pull out my dick and jerk off but I feared Mom would walk in and catch me and I didn't want to have to explain that I'd just watched her masturbate and that I was doing the same thing thinking of her.
A few minutes later, my fears were confirmed. Mom opened my door and greeted me warmly.
"Hi, honey. I didn't hear you come in. How are you? Are you hungry?"
"Hi, Mom," I said getting up and turning toward her standing in the doorway.
She wore a light robe which came to just above her knees and her legs below it were bare once again stirring recent memories causing my hardness to return seriously. The top was closed modestly showing little flesh below her neck.
"I'm a little hungry but I can wait. You look nice, Mom."
"Why thank you, Jeff. I'm going to fix something to eat in a few minutes."
She stepped close and put her arms around me drawing me into a tight hug. Caught off balance, I was pulled tightly against her pressing my hard on fully against her abdomen. I could swear she wasn't wearing a bra either from the way her breasts flattened against my chest. This also did nothing to ease my erection. I brought my hands up lightly against her back returning her hug.
I was terrified knowing she had to feel my dick pressed against her but when she didn't react, I began to relax a little.
About a half hour later, she called me to come eat. We talked about my future plans while we ate.
After dinner, I helped her wash and dry the dishes and put them away. We retired to the family room and talked a while longer as we watched TV.
I told Mom I was going to bed since I had to get up early the following day. She said that sounded like a good idea and she was going to turn in also.
Feeling perhaps a little too confident after my earlier experience, I hugged mom and kissed her good night. I kissed her on the lips and as my lips lingered on hers briefly, I slipped my tongue tentatively against her lips. I felt her tense and pull away but she didn't recoil with any hostility.
"Good night, Jeff," she said quietly.
"Good night, Mom. I love you," I said.
