And so I was left alone in the pool, my cock rock hard and my mind shaken. She hadn’t invited me into her sexual world, but she hadn’t kept me at arms length like a mother ought to have. Part of me wanted to follow her inside and see what else could happen, yet another part of me still knew that she was my mother, and that even though she had been playful at the end, she probably did it to ensure that I didn’t feel bad about the whole thing.
But shit! I’d flexed my erection directly against her pussy and she didn’t say a word! It’s even possible that she moaned! Nah… that was my own vivid imagination. She probably resisted the urge to say “ugh”, again as to not make me feel bad. I got up and dried myself quickly before entering the house. My cock was still hard and clearly visible through my trunks, but I didn’t care. When I didn’t see my mother anywhere, I called out. She replied, from the bathroom, that she was going to take another shower to remove the chlorine from her hair.
Damn it! I should have left the phone in there! I sat at my desk and began to surf the net when I saw her walk out fifteen seconds later. She had her towel around herself and I heard her go up to her room. In a flash I replaced the phone in my pack-sack and placed it in the bathroom again, in a safer location this time. It was a risk: why was it there again? But right now I didn’t care about that risk. I had flexed my cock against her pussy for God’s sake!
I managed to escape in time and she didn’t notice a thing. So she took another shower, much quicker this time, and I heard her pull the curtains open for the second time today. When she came out once more she flashed me a nice smile, but didn’t say a thing and went back to her room upstairs. Once again nervous despite everything, I grabbed my pack-sack and locked myself in my room. After our… moment, I was rather convinced that my mom was not going to knock on my locked door. After uploading the video to my computer, I muted the speakers and loaded it up. And there it was. After years of dreaming and fantasizing, I was now about to see my mother naked for the first time.
And what a show. The part when she entered went by really quick, and I got a decent look at her ass and nothing more. But when she got out, my eyes opened wide. Full frontal in full HD glory. And it was glorious. I was not disappointed. Despite her age, both her breasts were still perky and bouncy, arrogantly thrusting forward. And shit were they big! Her aureolas were decently large, very well proportioned and her nipples were standing up and out clearly.
My eyes were drawn to her bush, the last remaining mystery. Well, it looked like my mom only trimmed her bikini line. She still sported a decently thick bush, going high above her lips. The angle of the camera was good, but the lighting wasn’t: I couldn’t see much detail in the dark hairs.
She quickly untangled her hair with a brush, which made her breasts dance. Soon she was pretty much done and I was afraid that she would wrap herself up and leave. Just before doing so she paused, then looked at herself in the mirror. And then, as if influenced by my will, she grabbed her breasts and hefted them both. She followed that, improbably, by a tweaking of her nipples: she pulled her breasts up before releasing them. Then, looking down at her bush, she rubbed her fingers over it, then lower to cup her pussy. My mind was going crazy, and my erection was painful.