You offer to help

“Do you need a hand?” you ask her, unable to stop yourself from eyeing your mother’s rather statuesque figure up and down even when it’s mostly hidden beneath that coat. She tilts her head and smiles, which is winning and heartwarming, especially with how the bridge of her freckled nose wrinkles.

“That’s sweet, honey. You don’t need to,” she says, picking up her toolbox.

“I want to,” you reply quickly, heading over to open the door for her. There isn’t a trace of resistance from your mom since she is genuinely happy to recieve help from her strapping son.

“Come on then,” she says, stepping out into the night.

You probably should have put on a coat too, you realise as you follow your mother briskly crossing the distance between the house and the Big Barn. Even though you have only a t-shirt and shorts on you have some thoughts to keep you warm at least. Yes, those thoughts.

Above you is a brilliant starry night, which you haven’t appreciated for a while since your birthday. There had been other things on your mind. One of the advantages of living out in farmlands away from the city lights were the clear night skies. The millions of sparkling points above always awed you.

A light in front of you shifts your gaze, your mother having opened the Big Barn door and switched on the hanging lantern. There is a warmth that wafts out from the barn and you move into the threshold after your mother, leaving the crisp night behind. You close the door to keep the warmth in, and when you turn back to see what your mother is doing you see her bare, freckled shoulders. She’s taking her coat off, and as she lets it slide down her body you see that she had been wearing nothing else underneath. It drops to the floor and you’re presented with a an inspiring view of your naked mother from behind. Naked save for the boots anyway. She looks over her shoulder at you and smiles. She’s like some sort of farm girl pin up… only this is not a girl. This a woman. Curvy from her age and diet, but fit from her life of farmwork. She’s like a slightly bottom heavy hourglass… you can’t take your eyes off of that heavy bottom.

“Let’s go?” suggests your mother, pulling you out of your daze. You nod eagerly, the erection that tents your shorts bobbing in acknowledgment too. Those have to go. As does your shirt. It’s the Big Barn, of course you’re going to work naked in here. You catch your mother licking her lips after a not-quick glance at your cock and she heads to the milking area.

You follow behind because you have to. You watch her hips sway, mesmerised by the slight jiggling of her nice round ass. Occasionally you catch a view of the the sides of her breasts from behind as they swing with her steps.

She stops at a shed, rattles open the door and gets to work. You’ve maintained some of the milking equipment before so you don’t need to be told to help. Squeezing into the not that small shed after your mother you finally get to see the full frontal view of her, taking a good look at her tits first and foremost. Your eyes travel down to her neatly trimmed bush. The shape of her puffy mound is only slightly hedged at the top with her short brown pubic hair. She obviously doesn’t mind your gawking, or acknowledge it much at all, and just carries some pipes and tubing out of the shed to place on the straw covered floor. You do the heavy lifting, but the canisters are pretty light when they’re empty, and they’re on wheels anyway.

For a couple of minutes you and your mother work on dissembling various machine parts, side by side, sitting in the hay naked. There’s not much communication required since you’ve both done this sort of thing as a family before on various types of equipment on the farm. Occasionally your mother will ask you to pass a part or a tool from the toolbox and vice versa. It was all very normal, except that you are both naked and you are very obviously very aroused. Your mother keeps a small smile to herself and you know she’s glancing at your hardness from time to time before focusing back on the task at hand.

You are now both working on reassembling the first milking machine after washing and rinsing out the pipes with a nearby hose. God you want to stroke yourself. That thought makes you give the suction tube of the milking machine a look. Even if its opening flared out a little it wouldn’t fit comfortably around the head of your thick cock… but you did wonder what it would feel like.

“We should test it out,” says your mother, and you look up at the woman with curious horror and wonder when she learned to read minds.

“Wha?” you gulp, feeling your cock twitch.

“We need to make sure the seals are tight for best suction,” she notes, taking the cup from your clammy hands. She then taps her palm against the opening and gives you a nod. You realise that she just wants you to turn the machine on so she can test it against her hand and start to breathe again. You reach for the switch on the tank, and because the tank is right next to your squatting mother’s ass you are distracted momentarily then hit it. The switch that is.

The milking machine whirs slowly to life and you see it start to vacuum against your mom’s palm. She is studious in her inspection of it pulling against her skin, the concentration wrinkling her brow slightly and pursing her lips. You stare at her lips.

“Not sure if the seals are tight enough, can you turn it up, son?” she asks, and you do as instructed, slowly dialing up the suction power. You watch her watching the device, her eyebrows still knit with concern. “My hand’s not sensitive enough to tell if it’s right,” she says, as if thinking out loud. And so, without giving you a second glance, she takes her hand off the cup with a light pop then casually places it over her right nipple, lifting her heavy breast to do it. She sighs as the suction gets to work, absorbing her areola, and you realise you’re getting envious of a milking machine. Your mother closes her eyes and you watch with intense, cock throbbing interest, at the glass tube that’s currently sucking your mom’s tit. There’s no milk being drawn, but her nipple is hardening, getting a tiny bit longer. “Turn it up, Jon,” she commands gently. You increase the suction. Your mother lets out a moan but bites her lip to prevent the volume from getting out of hand. Despite a day of hardwork draining your balls, you are finding this to be one of the most arousing sights you’ve ever seen. Your naked mother getting “milked” by the milking machine… it’s almost too much.