His mother

His mom, Ellen, was standing in front of the bathroom mirror looking at her reflection. He was looking at a perfect profile of her. She was wearing a blue, silky night gown that was thin enough to be almost translucent. She'd had it for years, and it had stopped fitting the way it was supposed to a decade and twenty pounds earlier.

He was just about to ask her what was wrong when both of her hands went up and squeezed her nipples. She moaned softly, and suddenly he wasn't sure if he should keep watching or walk away.

For the first time he actually saw his mother as a woman, not as his mother. Her gown might be too tight, but it was actually very complimentary. It clung tp her thick ass in a way that highlighted her curves, and her surprising lack of panties. As she moved her hands away, her rock hard nipples were as visible as they would be if she was naked.

As he watched, she pulled up the hem of her gown to show a mound of unkempt pubic hair. To his surprise, she slid a finger over her clit, and then shoved it inside herself.

Barry had the sudden urge to go back to bed, but he also had a darker urge. Seeing his mother fingering herself had his cock starting to swell. His cock wanted to see more.