Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.
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It was raining outside, again. Mum had said yesterday that she wouldn't mind going to the Garden Centre, but the weather conspired and the heavens opened, and it poured and I mean poured it down. The Bypass was flooded according to the local news, and the Garden Centre was at the other end of the bypass to our housing estate.
Mum had hardly gone out since lockdown, she discovered online food shopping, and we hardly went to the supermarket anymore. Occasionally to Lidl as she liked their freshly baked bread, so we might pop there once or maybe twice a week, it was only down the road and we could be there, shop, and be back in under an hour, it hardly counted as going out.
She wasn't in any way phased by going out, it wasn't some deep psychological thing grounded in a fear of a pandemic. No, she just didn't see the need. I had tried on many an occasion to get her to go out, and she just didn't want to, and I guess that reflected on me. When I finished college I found a job that was working from home, manning an online customer support chat line. I would take over when the AI couldn't resolve a customer's issue, and that was fine. I was paid sufficiently well that I could sit in my bedroom in my underpants and not have to see anyone.
I was required to go into the office once per month and work from there. I guess it just gave them chance to watch me and check on my behaviour. And so mum and I bumbled along at home in our little two bedroom semi, funded by dad's life insurance, living our life and ignoring the world. When the weather was hot enough mum would lay out in the back garden in her bikini, and I would watch from my bedroom window.
Sometimes, if it wasn't a work day, I would go out and lay with her, and admire her curves, how her boobs rose from her chest, how her bikini bottoms were filled out with that little crease going down the middle, the crease that I could only wonder how it looked, unlikely to ever see for myself, not on mum. And to be honest probably not again on a girl. I haven't had a girlfriend since college, and my experiences at college were few and far between. I did manage to finger a few girls, and beyond the thrill of actually touching a girl's fanny, I didn't get a lot from it.
I did shag one girl, Florence, and we managed a few times, and that was pretty good, but as to the intricacies that you see on porn sites of oral sex, no, that didn't happen. I am no virgin, but neither am I an experienced lothario. I knew from my limited experience with Florence what mum would look like down there, and the crease visible in her bikini told me that she probably shaved, but beyond that? No clue.
When I lay out there with mum my dick would get hard. I learned not to wear tight shorts when I was with her, I didn't want her to see her son getting aroused at the simple sight of her in a bikini. She would think me a pervert.
On a work day, I would stay in my room just in my underpants and work with my company supplied laptop. I was careful to only do work authorised things on that. No social media, no personal email, not that I got much, and certainly no adult sites. I saved that kind of stuff for my personal laptop, no one knew my logon password and it never connected to the internet at the same time as my company laptop. I wasn't technically proficient, but I had read that one computer on a network can spy on other computers on the same network. I was taking no chances.
After work had finished, I would get some clean underpants, jogging bottoms and a clean polo shirt, go into the bathroom and shower, not reappearing until I was clean, dry and dressed.
I loved how the water fell on me in the shower, and a few weeks ago I had discovered that if I held the shower head just right, and sprayed my dick, then I would almost climax. My dick would get rock hard and my knees would sag, and I had the most wonderful feeling. It wouldn't take me long to wank myself to a satisfying climax, spraying the shower wall with my spunk. I always washed the shower wall afterwards for obvious reasons.
After my most satisfying shower I got out and dried myself. As I looked in the bathroom mirror I realised that I hadn't closed the door properly and I could see the landing and mum's bedroom in the reflection. Cool, would I see mum in her bedroom I wondered, could I actually see her naked? I was hard again with the excitement, but, no, mum did not appear.
I got dressed and, disappointed, I went back into my bedroom, leaving my door a little ajar. I would go down and watch some TV with mum later, she normally had a shower after me, one reason I always made sure to clean the shower walls.
"I am just going in the shower" mum called, "we can watch tv later."
"Okay mum," I called back. I saw a shadow move past my door and heard her go in the shower. After a moment, my curiosity overcame me and I silently opened my door and looked at the bathroom door. I was right, the door wasn't shut to, and I could see mum's reflection in the mirror. Of course, if she looked my way, then she would see me, but I just hoped that wouldn't happen.
I could see the cheeks of mum's arse as she faced away, the beautiful crease as it went down and disappeared beneath. Mum put a towel on the towel rail and then turned to get into the shower. Oh my. She shaved. Her crease was like a small version of her bum, and she had a small dimple at the top of her crease, oh goodness.
Mum ran her fingers down her stomach and pressed the dimple and I was sure I heard a little squeal, and then she got into the shower and I lost sight of her from where I was watching. I got out of bed and moved to my door and opened it a little more, and now I could see mum reflected in the mirror. She had her back to the shower water and it was running over her shoulders and across her breasts, still rivers of water pouring from her nipples, I was mesmerised, and for a moment forget to look lower. Eventually I realised that her hand was moving.
I looked and could see her hand moving up and down her crease, a finger pressing at her dimple. I couldn't work out what she was doing at first, and then as I looked up at her face I realised. Her eyes were shut and her mouth was open. I couldn't hear over the sound of the water but I was sure that she was gasping. She was pleasuring herself, what ever the lady equivalent of wanking was. I was captivated, I couldn't tear my eyes away. I brought my phone up and pressed record, I needed to watch this later, again and again.
Mum was moving her finger quite fast, and then she suddenly stopped and was pressing quite hard and her mouth widened, her head tipped back and the shower was now pouring directly onto her face and open mouth. She didn't seem to notice, and then she dipped her knees and almost stumbled in the bath.
I stopped recording and quickly stepped away, pushing my door almost closed and went back and lay on my bed. My dick was absolutely rock hard but I needed to upload my capture to my laptop and look at it on the bigger screen, my dick could wait.
I was a little annoyed that I hadn't pressed record sooner, I may never get another chance, but what I had was golden. On my laptop I was able to zoom in and get a much closer look. Her fingers were going into her crease, her crease lips folding out around her finger, and her finger was pressing hard against where her dimple was at the top of her sex. This was solid gold, and when she finished, I assumed orgasmed, I was pretty sure that she squirted.
I had just watched it for about the fifth time, when my door knocked. I quickly shut the laptop.
"Yes mum?"
My door opened and mum's face appeared. She would have been able to see my huge hard on tenting my trousers.
"Are you coming down to watch TV baby?" She asked.
"Oh yes mum, of course, I'll be right down."
Mum's face receded and I heard her going down stairs. I didn't dare wank, mum would know that was what I was doing if she had seen my tent, and she couldn't really have missed it. I tried to think of nothing, but my erection seemed destined to stay. I went into the bathroom, pulled my joggers down and wrapped a flannel soaked with cold water around my dick, I almost fainted it was so cold. It worked. I dried myself and went down to join mum.
We sat on the sofa and watched some inane film, foreign that had been dubbed very poorly. It was basically a soft porn film, mum had misread the description and thought it was something else, but we stuck with it, me not commenting on her squirming, and her not mentioning my returning hard on.
When I went to bed I grabbed a load of tissues and watched mum's shower film again and again, I must have wanked myself dry, but the tissues were drenched. In my dreams I was actually in the shower watching her, my brain giving me a close up front row seat, and that made me have an idea.
"Mum," I said over breakfast, "let's go to the pictures tonight. We can do that pizza and film deal, have a pizza and then go into the cinema."
"Oh I don't know baby."
"Come on mum, we haven't been out for ages, and you know how much better a cinema screening is than watching on our TV in the lounge. I'll even let you choose the topping."
"Only if we can have ham and pineapple," she said with a smile on her face.
"Of course. I only work a half day today, so we can shower and catch a bus and get an early evening screening."
"Okay baby, we will."
Work dragged on all morning, it seemed that the AI was unable to satisfy any customers and I was explaining just the simplest of things that the AI would resolve, but every Friday customer had pressed star on their keyboard to talk to Agent rather than let the AI resolve their issue. They were just using their prerogative, and why not?
Eventually it was the end of my half day. Mum called up, "I have made sandwiches for lunch," she had said.
I went down forgetting I was only wearing underpants and joined mum at the kitchen table.
Mum was wearing a simple slip on strappy dress. I could see the shape of her nipples, perhaps she wasn't wearing underwear, I couldn't tell, but the fact that she might not be got my dick hard.
"Tinned salmon and cucumber baby," she said, looking directly at my lap and then looking away. Busted.
I munched away at the sandwich desperately trying not to image mum in the shower, looking over her shoulder into the garden where the rain was still falling. Luckily the bus stop by us had a shelter, although I guessed we could have gone in the car and parked in the multistory, but we would have still had to walk in the rain at the other end. So we may as well go by bus and not deal with Friday afternoon traffic.
"Let me know when you have finished showering baby, and I'll go in." She said as I finished the last of my lunch.
"Okay mum," I answered putting my plate in the dishwasher. "I may as well go up now."
