Sure, just a quick peek...

"There is no harm in just taking a quick peek," you reassure yourself as you slide off the couch standing upright. Gliding up the stairs, down the hallway and halting directly in front of your mothers door, you reach for the knob, gently twisting whilst simultaneously apply pressure till it hangs ajar ever so slightly.

Keenly aware of the possible undesired outcomes of your intrusion being noticed, you lean in towards the small gap in between the door and its frame perking your ears up. The continued sounds of the uninterrupted cascade of water resonating throughout the master bedroom eases your nerves as you follow up by cautiously swinging the door open, just enough for you to poke your head inside and get a good look around.

Creeping into the room, careful not to open the door any wider than necessary for your pathetically thin frame to squeeze inside, you tiptoe your way over to the bathroom door. Luckily your mother, assuming no one would intrude upon her sacred bathing ritual, had neglected to close the door granting you easy, silent access. With your back to the wall you peek around the door frame.

Your monster cock, previously only mildly aroused in anticipation stands at attention nearly instantaneously by the site of your mother bent over at the waist with her back towards you as she picks up her lufa, which you can only imagine must have slipped from her grip mere seconds before you turned the corner. Her big, tight, round ass combined with just the slightest hint of her bald pussy lips poking out from between her thighs is stunning.

Instinctively your hand slips past the elastic waistband of your sweatpants and grabs and hold of your rock hard member.

The shower, which is separate from the bathtub stands directly in the center of the bathroom, encased on all sides by a pentagonal un-glossed glass frame. Thus despite the thick steam, your view is entirely un-obstructed as your mother stands upright and continues to lather her voluptuous figure.

The pure, carnal, eroticism of the whole scene is nearly overwhelming and if you didn't know better you'd think your mother was expecting an audience. Your erection now painfully overflowing with blood and anticipation goads you to bravely cross the threshold onto the onyx marble floors, moving in for a better view.

Sarah's hands glide over her skin, starting at her waist and working their way up her torso till they stop to caress her plentiful double D cup breast. Although you can't directly see, you can make out the small circular motions of Sarah blissfully fondling her breast. Mesmerized by her body you mindlessly position yourself mere feet away from the glass frame with your cock blatantly withdrawn from your sweatpants, bouncing with each tug.