When she finished her drink, she put the cup in the sink and looked at me.
“Why don’t you join me tomorrow?” she asked. “We can meet outside at 7 am. The sunrise is breathtaking. I can’t believe I’ve missed it all these years.”
“Is that what you did during your trip?”
She nodded. “We watched the sunrise as a group. Sunsets too. It’s such a spiritual thing. Watching the beautiful sight in silence. It makes me feel like I’m part of the universe.”
“You sound like a hippy now.”
She shrugged. “I know. But it makes me happy. So how about joining me tomorrow? We’ll watch the sunrise while laying on the lounge chairs. Then we’ll work on our tans. Maybe do some yoga after.”
“No thanks. I don’t want to wake up that early. Plus I don’t want to ruin your ‘alone time.’ You seem so relaxed these days. Good for you.”
She smiled again, “The invitation is always open.”
***
The next morning. I woke up early in my bed and just laid there. It was 8:39 am. Since it had been a hot night, I had left the window in my room slightly open.
That’s when I heard it. The sound was incredibly faint. But since my room was silent, and my window was slightly open, I was able to notice it.
It was a vibrating sound. The same one I heard coming from my mother’s bedroom before. This time, the sound came from outside.
‘It couldn’t be. Could it?’ I thought.
I got up and went to my window, which had a view of our backyard and the nearby hiking trail. I quietly pushed the curtain aside so it wouldn’t make a noise.
When I looked down, I saw my mother’s feet. Just her feet, as she laid on a lounge chair. I couldn’t see the rest of my mother’s body because she was so close to the house. As my ears were near the window, there was no doubt that I was listening to my mother using a vibrator.
Her toes wiggled. There was a faint moan. Then another. I couldn’t believe that my mother was doing something so brazen outdoors. I tried to imagine if she was naked or just bottomless. A part of me wanted to sneak downstairs and try to take a peek, but I was too afraid of getting caught.
She made a small gasping noise. It was clear that she was trying to keep her noise levels down. I watched her feet and toes straightened, which was the universal sign that she was experiencing an orgasm.
A moment later, the vibrating noise ended, and my mother’s feet suddenly became relaxed.
Holy shit. Did that just happen?
***
I came down the stairs soon after. I couldn’t get back to sleep because my adrenaline was pumping. My mother was in the kitchen having breakfast.
This time, there was a towel wrapped over her left shoulder. Her bikini clad chest was proudly on display. Her tanned skin showing its new color. She made no attempt to cover herself as I went to the kitchen.
There were trickles of sweat around her chest and face. She explained that she had just finished doing several yoga moves under the morning sun, and that’s what made her sweat. It was all part of her new fitness plan. It was a routine she had learned from her friends.
“That trip sounds life changing,” I joked.