And I was. I always enjoyed those kind of events and seeing how happy it had made my Mom, it was adding to my sense of fulfilment.
"So when can you do the garden?" Dad asked, reminding me of my initial reason for being there. Taking out my phone I checked my calendar, apart from Sunday, my schedule booked out for days. A two hour window the next afternoon was probably the best time for me and promised I'd be around to at least get started on the plants. Mom and Dad were grateful for any time I could spare and it made me think I had probably neglected them the last couple of years. I knew they understood, what with my heavy workload but at least the next few days would begin to balance out some of that time differential.
* * * * *
6am and my mid-morning appointment with the aforementioned Hollywood starlet was cancelled by her personal assistant. It opened up the day perfectly. I could head to my parent's early and spend most of the day working in their garden. Allowing myself the luxury of sleeping in, I rolled over in bed and closed my eyes.
I didn't bother calling ahead to let them know I'd be early. Knowing Dad would be at work anyway and even if Mom wasn't home it didn't prevent me accessing the back yard and the tool shed. I arrived a little after 9am and immediately set to work. I found what I needed in Dad's shed and set about pruning the longest of the branches of the shrubs to give me better access. The sun rising warmed my back and before I set about digging around the roots I remembered my drink bottle in the car. Upon retrieving it and having a healthy draught, I placed it on the extended brick work below my parent's bedroom window. What I did then wasn't intentional. I noticed the drapes were yet to be drawn, however a small area between the two was open. Glancing, not even purposefully looking I saw into the room and the flash of skin.
I had no interest in peeping. I want that to be clear. The reason, and the only reason I looked again was the position of the body I saw therein. Knowing I would see their bed from the location I was standing, the position of the bare feet that hung over the side were out of place. Sideways in fact, not the way someone would purposely lie on the bed. This, and the fact the person was face down and the legs were twitching made me inclined to think they were seizing or having some kind of fit. Alright I admit I didn't know what the hell I was thinking to be honest and the fact I moved quietly as I edged closer to the window suggests to me my actions weren't completely noble.
It was my parent's house. There was no harm in me looking through a window I reasoned as I peered inside, a clearer image of the goings on in the bedroom presenting itself to me. The legs were clearly my mother's, and I was right that she lay horizontal on her bed. Again the idea she was having some kind of fit struck my mind as her feet straightened, her toes pointing in my direction and her rear lifted up off the mattress only to fall and repeat. I raised my hand to knock on the glass before the rational part of my brain stopped me. She's not having a fit you idiot. I told myself.
It was then I realized what I was actually witness to. The dark blue nightshirt or oversized t-shirt she wore crept up onto her bare buttocks even as I watched. At that point surely I should've averted my eyes but I looked on, mesmerised almost. Seeing only the back of her head and 'it' pointed in the other direction I was sure I wouldn't be observed as I watched her. Again her feet straightened, her toes curled. My mother's now completely uncovered ass; wide and pale, writhed up and down, back and forth into the bed below her and as her legs parted slightly I saw the fingers that pressed to her sex between.
I was watching my mother masturbate.
In that instant I didn't know how I felt. Was I disturbed, possibly grossed out? I cannot tell you. All I knew was like a car crash on the freeway, I couldn't look away. The room was too shadowy to allow me to see everything between her legs, to make out her pussy as her fingers delved but as if she'd heard my thought her other hand reached behind to spread her buttock, allowing light to penetrate. That I was looking upon her anus even for an instant wasn't lost on me. My mother's holiest of holes, spread before me, only a pane of glass separating us.
From pawing her buttock, her hand swept out reaching for a pillow at the end of the bed. For an instant I thought she'd finished and I prepared to leap away from my position before she lifted her hips and placed the pillow between her legs, sealing it beneath herself. Her pussy now hidden from my view it did little to lessen the beauty of the moment. A half naked woman pleasuring herself against a pillow. Not any half naked woman; my mother.
Her ass gyrating, her legs squeezing around the makeshift sex toy, it wasn't long before her feet again straightened and her body shuddered before lying still. There was no doubt in my mind, my mom had just cum.
My breath had been held for I didn't know how long and finally I expelled it as I saw her begin to sit up. Diving away from the window I made for the spade and plunged it into the soil at the base of the first of the shrubs. From the corner of my eye I saw no movement at the window, nor did the curtains open. I was confident I hadn't been caught and as I began to breathe normally again and the spade cut into the dirt a second time, I realized I had an erection.
The soil around the dying shrubs was healthy and easily dug. Without overly concentrating on my actions I'd exposed the root ball and began the process of digging out the plant all the while my mind focused on what I'd seen. My reaction to it, even now my vivid recollection of her movements, her skin, her ass. That big, yes fat ass. Spreading for me. Her son.
Minutes passed and still no sign of Mom. I was sweating heavily and threw down the spade to remove my t-shirt, lifting it above my head just as the drapes in the window of my mother's bedroom flew open. She stood there completely naked, her arms Christ like as she held open the curtains. The look on her face told me she had no idea I was there, but it wasn't her face where my eyes ventured. The thatch of pubic hair at her groin caught my attention, thick and dark, it was no wonder I hadn't been able to see her pussy moments before. I struggled to raise my eyes from her groin but only made it as far as her unfettered boobs, so heavy, her pink nipples proudly erect.
Even from outside, the window closed; I heard her swear. The drapes pulled shut instantly, her privacy restored I was in two minds as to what to do. Did I go inside, apologise for seeing her naked? What for though? She didn't know I'd been spying on her earlier, it was only an accident she had opened the curtains like that. Neither of us was to blame. I threw my t-shirt down on the grass and was all of a sudden aware of my own partial nudity. Nothing like my mother's of course. Jesus. I thought to myself, I've seen her...everything!
I only had to wait another minute for her to emerge from the house. With a light dressing gown on and her hair in a towel turban she approached barefoot. "My god Honey, I didn't know you were here!" She explained as she neared. "I'm so sorry."
I leaned on the spade handle as I watched her, her face a fiery red. Mine possibly similar. "Ha, don't worry about it Mom. I didn't see anything." I stated, obvious to both of us I was lying.
"What are you doing here so early? You said it would be in the afternoon." She asked, now only a few feet from me, the smell of her soap from the shower hitting my senses. I took in her body, her nipples still hard and poking through the thin material of her gown. The gown itself tied tight around her waist, hugging her hips and revealing to me she wore no underwear. She was still naked under there. That hairy pussy only an arms distance away. Ridiculously I could feel myself hardening. Could she tell? My jeans were tight. Would she be looking? I don't know what I was thinking but I willed her eyes to lower. To look down and see my hardening cock and to know it was for her.
"Yeah, I guess I should've called. My client cancelled her workout. I had the morning free so I thought I'd get started early. Sorry. I probably should've warned you I was here."
"No not at all," Mom declared. "It's your house too. You can come and go whenever you choose."
There was an awkward moment of silence between us as, gripping the handle of the spade with both hands I lowered it across my torso, the muscles in my chest striated, my arms flexing. The action was deliberate to highlight my body while not overtly posing. Her eyes I noticed, followed the trail of the handle to my abs and stopped. Was she forcing her eyes not to lower, I wondered?
"Um about what just happened..." She struggled to say, her eyes again looking up to mine.
