When I turned 21 I gave myself a birthday present. I packed up my things and I rented a small studio apartment not far from where I grew up. I made it on my own for a little over a year and then I had a run of bad luck. The engine in my car seized up, I lost my job and my apartment. The only thing left to do was move back to my parent's house. There was no problem with that, but wanting to maintain something that resembled independence I moved in to the basement of the house. I wasn't there for very long before I heard my father banging my mom late one night. I walked across the basement so that I was right under their bed and listened, my young cock throbbing, as my dad fucked her for a good 10 minutes. I heard my mom gasp, whimper and moan, no doubt trying to be quiet, and I realized that she was cumming. That was when I began to notice my mother and see her as a woman.
My mom is an attractive woman, even to this day; but in her younger years she was extremely attractive. Some would even say beautiful. She had very long red hair, naturally red. She stood 5' 10" tall and weighed around 145lbs and had large breasts. She took very good care of herself. There were many nights I lay in my bed slowly stroking my cock while listening to my dad fucking her. After a few minutes I'd walk across the basement so that I was right under their bed then stand there and listen while masturbating. I'd listen and wait until I heard my mom cumming and then I'd have some of the most intense orgasms I'd ever had. Dad fucked her a lot, and I understand why. It's also should be mentioned that my mom was a virgin on her wedding night and that my father was the only man to have her.
My family has a farm in the northern part of the state and we spent a lot of time up there while I was growing up. After my brother and I grew up and left the house, my mom and dad would go up there a lot. It was my father's favorite place in the world to be, except maybe being in between my mom's legs.
Life is so uncertain, to say the least. The day came when we got the news that my father had developed cancer. The next two years was pure hell on everyone, especially my mother. They went to the farm as much as my dad's health would permit until the day came that he passed away. After that my mother stopped going up there for. She said it just wasn't the same without my father around; and it made her sad to go up because there were a lot of happy memories there.
Five years after my father died my mother called me and asked me if I was going up to the farm that weekend. I told her that I was and in fact, I had taken a few days off work so I would be on the road Tuesday afternoon. She told me she was thinking about going up and even needing to go up, so if I didn't mind she'd drive up Tuesday evening.
The house was built in the late 1800's; big, two story farm house. While it was still in very good condition, the floor had a little tilt to it in places and none of the bedroom doors would latch shut, and there was no indoor plumbing, or even running water. Water had to be pumped out of the well and brought inside the house. The electrical had been retro fitted, which was good because up in the country when it gets dark, it's really dark!
She arrived just after dark Tuesday evening and we had some coffee, talked about things in general, relived old memories of things that had been said and done up there over the years. That night as I lay in my room I could hear her softly crying. I knew why so there was no need for me to do or say anything to her. Wednesday evening was pretty much a copy of the night before.
Since nobody lives up there, there is always something that needs to be done. Mowing the yard, which is quite large, is one of them. I got up Thursday morning, got some coffee then went out to the barn to get the mower and string trimmer ready to go. My mom likes to sleep in and I didn't want to wake her, so I just sat in the barn and enjoyed the quiet for a little while. After about 30 minutes, or so, my mom came out with her cup of coffee.
"Good morning, son", she said, "Looks like you're getting ready to mow."
"Good morning. Yes, I am. It's been a couple of weeks since the last cut and it needs it. I want to get it done before the weekend arrives so I can spend my time doing other things than this, like fishing." I told her, with a smile. We have three ponds on the place so when I'm not doing "farm" things, I'm fishing.
Trimming and mowing is about a 3 hour job. Sometimes it takes longer than that if it hasn't been cut in a couple of weeks.
"Well, how about I run the trimmer and you can start mowing? "She suggested, "We'll get done all the more quickly and you can go fishing. I may even go with you."
That sounded like a very good idea to me so I fired up the trimmer and let her get started, then I jumped on the mower and started mowing.
Remember, I told you the house was old? It is. There's no central heat and no air conditioning at all. Summers in the mid-west can be almost cruel. High heat, high humidity; you almost drown in sweat if you have to work outside. At the end of the day a shower is most certainly in order. Since the house had no running water the shower consisted of a black, plastic, 55 gallon barrel mounted on a frame out behind the barn but visible from the house. We'd fill the barrel with water in the morning and let the sun do the rest. A hose was attached to the barrel with a shower head. Just turn the valve on and you had a nice warm shower.
We finished up the yard then grilled some dinner. After dinner, and coffee, we sat at the kitchen table and just talked for a couple of hours. The sun had set but it was still light enough to see when my mom said, "I think it's time for a shower." She grabbed the soap, a towel and wash cloth and started for the door. "Don't peek." she laughingly said as she went outside. I assured her I would not, but as soon as she got outside I went upstairs to my room, and looking out the window I watched her undress and shower. My cock instantly swelling at the site of her full breasts and the barely visible red triangle shaped patch of hair above her pussy. Thoughts of sucking those breasts, tasting her pussy and eventually entering her ran through my mind. I knew she hadn't had any cock in five years, but I also knew that if she got any cock it wouldn't be mine. I watched her until she reached for the towel then I hurried back downstairs before she came back to the house.
The old house has two front rooms. One that we refer to as the main room and the other, the one with the staircase, we call the parlor.
"Go in to the main room until I get upstairs", she said as she reached the porch.
I did as she asked, then asked her, "When you get upstairs would you throw down a pair of shorts and a shirt for me, please? I need a shower as well."
"Okay", she said as she started up the stairs.
"Son, here's your clothes" I heard her call down the stairs. I heard them land at the bottom of the stairs so I went and picked them up, grabbed a towel for myself and headed outside to take my shower, taking my clothing with me.
The shower was refreshing. By now it was completely dark and I even though I knew she'd never look I had to wonder that if she did, would she see that my cock was still halfway hard from watching her take her shower? I finished up my shower, dried off, got dressed and went back to the house. When I got inside she was sitting at the kitchen table wearing a full length, light blue night gown.
