My father died when I was just fourteen years old which was a shock for everyone especially my mom. We had just moved from the city to the countryside to a farm my father had bought for us to live in.
Five years later I am now nineteen years old and it's still just me and mom living here on our farm. But my story begins not long after my eighteenth birthday and I was home from college for summer break back at our farm.
It was a lazy Saturday afternoon and I was sitting on the sofa in the living room still in my pj's bottoms as I had not been feeling very well since I had gotten home and when my mom came in and squatted down beside me and felt my head and said that I was running a fever and that I should be in bed and not sitting here watching the television. As I turned my head for her to feel my forehead I could see right up the summer dress that she had on and could see up between her tanned thighs right up to the pair of black panties that covered her pussy.
"And just what do you think you are looking at Mister?" Mom asked as she covered my forehead with her hand.
"Sorry Mom" I replied being as honest as I could be caught sneaking a peak up my mom's dress.
She didn't even close her thighs together just had a little smirk on her face at my embarrassment at being caught.