Mom then opened the little cabinet and grabbed one of her pink razors. What? Was she going to shave herself? Quickly my mind reminded me that she hadn’t stayed in the bathroom long enough for that. But had she really been thinking about it? After looking down at her bush and smiling, she replaced the razor and whispered “What would Matthew say if I dared? And what about…” Matthew was my dad, obviously.
I never learned where she was going with that second question because, with one hand on the wall, she reached for her pussy again and fingered herself for a minute. An entire minute. I was watching my mother finger herself, bent slightly forward with her heavy breasts moving freely. Her eyes were closed, her lips opened and she was starting to breathe harder.
By that point I was masturbating as well and while mom didn’t climax, I certainly did. I came and came and came, spreading my sperm all over my chest, belly and hands. When the video stopped, I was still trying to catch my breath, in silence. I could hear my mom in the kitchen, probably fixing lunch for the both of us. Using a truckload of tissues I cleaned myself up, put my swimsuit back on and went out of my room.
To my delight, my mom was now wearing one of her bikinis, one of my favorites. It was cyan coloured and it offered a great cleavage. The bottom was also halfway between a regular swimsuit and a g-string. I wasn’t about to complain, or point it out to her. Luck was with me, with her choosing her two sexiest suits today.
Before turning around, she asked me, laughing, “Are you presentable this time?”
“Of course mom… I’m always presentable.” I replied, smiling.
When she did turn around she looked at my trunks then her eyes lingered on my abs and chest. “Yep, very presentable. Now, can you please explain why you’re still single? I can’t believe that the girls in the village aren’t crawling all over you.”
“Mom!”
“Oh spare me your little boy outrage. Especially since earlier, in the pool. You’re not a little boy anymore” she paused, grinning. “So, care to explain?”
“I don’t know what to tell you mom. I know that a few of them are interested, but I’m not. The only girl I really like is with someone else right now, and I’m not going to try anything as long as she remains with him.”
“Good. That’s good.” She said, bending forward to put a cake in the oven, offering me a great view of her cleavage in the process. “Now, care to put that body of yours to good use?”
“What?”
“That pile of earth is not going to move itself!”
“Aw…” I cried, having forgotten about that task.
“Go!” she was laughing. “Lunch will be ready when you’re done. Think you can do it in 30 minutes?”
I mumbled something as I went out. I spent the next 40 minutes shovelling and moving the leftover earth from last weeks gardening project. It was boring, hard and sweaty work, wheelbarrowing the earth from the yard to the back of the garage. I also fell, twice, in the same goddamn hole. I was covered with dirt when I came back in, and mom laughed. “Shush! Don’t come inside! I’ll help you clean with the hose.”