I was back living with my mom in the countryside. Some computer malfunction had erased my course applications and I had no choice but to take a break from my film studies until the next semester. Now I was forced to live in the middle of nowhere again. It was an old wooden house with a porch surrounded by fields. Next to it was a barn that was filled with old rusted machinery and junk.
My mom being shorter than me reached up and hugged me from behind as I was looking through the top kitchen drawers. "So good to have you home again John!" she chirped. It was a quick hug and when I turned my head in surprise she was already moving away. I looked at her as she was standing next to me absently wiping the kitchen sink.
She had her hair loose and it fell over her shoulders, she was wearing a loose shirt partly unbuttoned at the top. Her skirt was knee-length and I could see the the curves of her ass. It was a warm summer day and I noticed the top of her breasts through the opening in her shirt. I let my eyes linger for just a second but then I walked over and sat down at the kitchen table.
"You know what mom, I have this idea for an art project," I said casually.
"Oh?" She kept pottering about in the kitchen but I knew she was listening.
"I'm going to clean out the barn and use it as a studio. That way we both get something good out of it, right?" I answered innocently.
"Sure, you do that. It can't go worse than when your father said he would make it into a" She stopped talking and looked at me with a vacant expression. Here we go, I thought. She'll talk about the day he left and get all moody.
"You look nice today," I blurted out. She blinked her eyes and smiled at my effort to improve her mood. We managed to change the topic to the latest news about the neighbours.
I had been out in the barn, looking at the rubble but what was in front of me now was quite a different vista. My mom was lying on her back naked. Her 5,5 feet frame was shiny with sweat, her hair flowing all over the pillow. She had her eyes closed and she was working a vibrator in and out of her wet pussy, slowly and methodically. I was not suppose to see her like this, my mom pleasuring herself. But it seemed so natural to her.
The erotic scene hit me, I felt my dick growing. I looked at her breasts moving as she was breathing, her left hand was travelling across her body towards her breast, her fingers reaching for her nipple. My heart was beating faster as I unbuttoned my jeans. I heard her moan a word, and I recognised it as the name of a certain man from her past.
I took my eyes of my mothers body and looked down at my feet. I was standing in the middle of the stairs leading up to the second floor. I had been watching my mother through the open bedroom door on the second floor.
It struck me as odd that she hadn't heard the noises from our creaky stair. She must be in her own world, I thought. Unsure what to do I sneaked down the stairs again and went out to the barn. Pretty daring for her to pleasure herself while I'm on the farm, I thought. But then again she might have to get used to it, I don't have any cash to go anywhere.
