Growing up I wouldn't describe my mother as either very conservative or very liberal. She was just her. When she went to work, she never wore anything suggestive. Actually, she never really dressed in any way provocative as far as I could remember. However, we had a pool, it was nothing fancy, just an inground vinyl lined pool. It was nice enough, but you wouldn't see it in a rich person's back yard. Mom was a sunworshipper and when she sunned by the pool, she wore next to nothing bikinis. She was a small woman, maybe 5'4 and might be 105 lbs. I never really paid much attention to what she because I was used to seeing her wearing those itty bitty bikinis.
My dad passed away during my junior year of college. I dropped out of the spring semester to go home to be with her during that time. My parents had a very good marriage. They occasionally argued but I never heard either of them yell at the other one. They were very affectionate to each other and to me. We were a hugging family. Dad's death was very hard on both of us. If I hadn't dropped out that semester, I am sure she would have lost herself in a deep depression. Taking care of her also kept me from depression as well.
We spent a lot of time together. We watched many movies that spring while either snuggled up on the couch or even on her bed. Me being there was also a stimulus for her to remember to eat. Mainly she just remembered that I needed to eat and she would join me. If I weren't there, her 105 lb frame probably would have withered away to nothing.
Spring turned to summer. I figured out how to prepare the pool for the summer season knowing that nothing was better for depression than sunshine. At first it took some convincing but soon mom was spending a lot of time swimming and soaking in the sun in her itty bitty bikinis.
When I felt like mom was through the worst of her depression, I decided to get a job. It wasn't out of necessity; my parents had saved wisely, and dad had a pretty good insurance policy. Mom would be fine. It was more about I needed to put some money back for college (my mom said she would take care of those costs but they had raised me to be responsible for myself). I also just needed to get out of the house on a regular basis or I was going to go crazy.
After a few weeks of working it seemed both of us had settled into a routine. My boss was always offering me more and more hours because of the work ethic my parents had instilled in me. In the short time I was on the job there was only one other person that was in my class as far as being dependable and industrious. Even I admired his dedication. It's not like our jobs were overly complicated, we were material handlers in a large distribution warehouse, but our boss at least appreciated those of us who showed up on time (showing up was a plus compared to some of the others) took our job seriously, and rarely screwed it up.
Even though I felt better about mom's emotional state, I still felt the need to spend most of my non-working time at home with her. Being a helicopter son ended up changing our relationship in a surprising way.
Work had been really busy. I was asked to work overtime for the third Saturday in a row on the evening shift. I loved the extra money I was getting for time and a half and even double time on Sundays but I was getting worn down from not having a day off in three weeks. When I arrived at work, I was met by the weekend manager who told me that unfortunately I had exceeded the amount of days I could work consecutively without a day off. Trying to be the good employee I promised him I wouldn't tell anybody and laughed.
"I know you like the money but the law is the law. You have seemed to be a little run down anyway. You probably should take tomorrow off as well. Get some rest."
I wanted to argue but the idea of two days off in a row actually sounded great. On the drive home I decided to call mom and see if she wanted me to pick up some takeout. When she didn't answer it didn't concern me. My thought was she was either in the shower or by the pool and didn't have her phone with her.
When I got home, I noticed her car was in the garage as usual. When I entered the house I called out for her but there was no answer. I glanced out the patio door and saw her head sticking up over the back of the pool chair she was reclined on. I had figured that is where she would be. Without a thought, I decided I would spend the rest of the afternoon with her by the pool so I went to my room and changed.
Opening the patio door, I made my way to the pool. I wasn't being sneaky but I wasn't making any noise either. It never occurred to me that my unannounced appearance would startle her. I wasn't even looking at where mom was sitting as I approached so I was almost next to her when I finally looked at her.
She was sunbathing completely nude. Her eyes were closed and she had on ear buds. She was completely oblivious to the fact I was standing in shock looking down at her naked body. As I have said, I never had a sexual thought in my life about my mom but looking down at her made something in me stir.
Time lost meaning as I took in the sight of her. Evidently, she tanned nude quite often because there wasn't a tan line on her. Her pussy was completely shaved and tan. Her breasts weren't large, B cup, but her nipples had dark large areola and the nipples themselves were hard and stuck out a good half inch. Without consciously realizing it, my cock began to get hard.
Eventually, I honestly have no idea how long I was staring down at her, her eyes opened and she let out a surprised squeal. She had nothing to cover herself with because she was reclining on her towel. There was no bathing suit to be seen so she must have just walked from the house naked or had the towel wrapped around her.
"You scared me!" she said looking up at me.
I was still too shocked to move or say anything. By now I realized I was standing in front of my naked mother sporting a huge stiffy. I felt like I was stuck in quicksand. There was an extended time of awkward silence before I could finally speak.
"S... sorry. I didn't know."
"Well, now you do." She laughed.
She didn't even attempt to cover herself or get up. She just looked up at me waiting to see what I would say next.
"Uh... do you want me to go get you something to cover up?"
"No." she said with a smile. "You gonna join me or are you too embarrassed to soak up sun with your mom."
"Oh... uh... sure."
I sat down on the reclining chair next to her after spreading my towel over it like she had done with her chair. Not knowing how I should act I tried to just lie back and relax.
"Looks like you might need to jump in the pool and cool off." Mom said with a grin.
Dumbfounded, I looked at her face. Seeing my lack of understanding of her comment, her eyes drifted to my groin and my very obvious erection straining my bathing suit. Embarrassment consumed me.
"Yeah, maybe..." I agreed sheepishly. I stood up, walked toward the pool and jumped in. The cool water briefly shocked my overheated body but felt very refreshing. I fought the urge to look in the direction of my naked mother. My mind was having a huge internal battle. The natural instincts that surface when a man sees a beautiful naked woman versus the moral instinct that you shouldn't be having those types of thoughts about your mother.
The cool water did nothing to reduce the problem I had between my legs. Try as I might to fight off the thoughts I was having, I couldn't. Mom was beautiful, sexy, and naked. I couldn't get the image of her shaved pussy out of my mind. I had seen pictures of shaved women, but I had never seen it in person. The two girls I had ever gotten naked with did trim their pubic areas but there was plenty of hair, even if it was cropped short.
"You gonna stay in there all day?" mom called out to me.
I looked in her direction to answer her. She was standing at the edge of the pool, still naked. I had in my mind to say "Maybe" but when I saw her my mind went blank. I just stared at her. I couldn't look away. My balls by now were beginning to ache with the need to release.
