You and your mother went in to the house. You see your mother in her bedroom playing with herself.

"I'm fine, mother," you said, "I didn't have much time to come by." Mother headed toward the back door. "My mother have a great body," you thought, "what if I take control over her?" You couldn't help but stare as her wonderful ass swayed back and forth with each slow step that she took. You realized that you had a raging hard-on. When you got into the house, mother excused herself to change out of her gardening clothes, while you went to your room to put away something. As you passed the master bedroom on your way back down the hall, you noticed that the door was slightly ajar, and paused. Looking inside, you could see that she was still removing her her yellow button down blouse, very slowly. As she took it off, she paused, fondling her breasts. Her delicate hands cupped them, and pressed them together. She then brought her fingers to each nipple, gently circling them several times before pinching each nipple, one at a time. You saw her mouth form an "Oh!" as she continued to massage them.

Slowly, her hands glided down over her tanned flat stomach, massaging it as they went. As her left hand remained on her stomach, her right continued into her jean, to her pussy. You could see that she had made contact with her pussy and she arched her back, looked up at the ceiling, and then pinched her eyes closed. You stood there in shock and lust, wondering how it would feel to have your hand massaging that little piece of heaven. Your boner was so stiff it actually hurt now. Mother continued to massage her pussy beneath her suit for some time, then began to slowly remove the jeans. Sitting on the bed, she glided the pant down, past her muscled thighs. You stopped breathing when her pussy, wet as an ocean, glistened from the sun light entering her window. Well covered with a silky brown bush, it was parted far enough to reveal a plump set of lips, covered with her juices.

As your mother finished removing her suit, she slid up on to the bed, more readily within your view. Lifting her knees and bringing her feet to her buttocks, she spread her legs completely, to allow her fingers access to her cunt. She very delicately caressed the area around her pussy, only occasionally brushing her fiery pink lips with her fingers, and shuddering each time that she did. You breath burst forth as you realized you were becoming faint from lack of oxygen. But it seemed that your eyes wouldn't blink for fear of missing something important. This was a (wet) dream come true, actually watching your mother masturbating, and in front of you! She gradually moved her hand toward the center of her pussy, then expertly spread her pussy lips, massaging them up and down with her first and third fingers. Occasionally, she allowed the second finger to caress her clit, causing her entire body to shake with lust, as she emitted a throaty moan.

Pausing briefly, she reached over to her night table, to get some oil, and, in the process, moved out of your line of sight. Figuring that she was beyond paying attention to the details around her, you opened the door a little bit further, so that you would be able to see the entire room. The squeak that the door made caught her attention briefly, as she looked up blankly, but didn't seem to see you. Going back to her oil, she popped the top of it, and applied it liberally to her front, from neck to torso, and began to massage it in. Her entire gorgeous body now glistened before you as she writhed on her bed, covering her smooth skin with oil. Rolling over on her hands and knees, she reached back between her legs, and thrust two fingers deep into her cunt, grazing her anus with another. After massaging both holes for some time, she inserted her forefinger full into her ass, while simultaneously finger-fucking her pussy her left hand on the headboard while her right had its way with her.

Your mother moaned excitedly as her rhythm increased gradually along with her intensity. Her hand was now rubbing her pussy violently, as her hips bucked in time with her fingers. Her breasts were now bouncing violently as her body rocked up and down, back and forth. Her breathing was heavy, and her moaning more frequent and loud. You are sure that you could have entered the room unnoticed at this point, but you didn't. You continued to watch her until she slumped, motionless onto the bed, and you left for the living room to turn on the television, so that you could pretend that you had been watching it the whole time. After a few minutes, you heard her in the kitchen.