The Shower And The Bath
So life was good. This story takes place about a year later in 1996. I had quit the restaurant by now and had gotten a job at a factory to make more money. I was saving up to get my own car, and working at a restaurant wasn't going to cut it. You may be wondering why I didn't go to college. Although I did graduate from high school, the bad experiences there didn't entice me to continue my education. Do I regret it? Sure. I did however go on to get my Associates Degree ten years later. But stopped again because schooling is expensive. But I digress.
My Mother continued to be my one and only lover. Our trysts were still only two, maybe three times a week. But we had expanded from the massages and sex over the coffee table, to when I would brush her pussy hair and fuck her with the hair brush, to licking at her pussy when she needed her "puppy," to fucking missionary, and the occasional blowjob where I would cum in her mouth and fill her tummy.
Life was good.
For this story I need to describe in a little more detail where it is that my Mother and I lived. So, we lived in an upstairs apartment. In the previous stories where I would come home or my Mother would come home, we would have climb a flight of stairs. So when either of us were on the couch waiting for the other, we could hear them on the steps, and our anticipation would build with every step taken. Also, there was no need to worry about peeping Toms looking in the windows or hearing us being incestuous on the second story.
So, like I said at the beginning, this was 1996, in the spring, sometime in May. My Mother loved to garden, and every year the landlord would let Mom have a garden in the backyard. Mom had the garden tilled a few days earlier and now was the time for some planting. Mom would always start several plants from seed to sit in the windows sometime in April, so they already had some nice roots for the soil.
I was always drafted to help Mom with the gardening, planting and weeding and harvesting. All through my teen years I had loathed helping Mother with gardening. My thought was just buy the veggies from the store. But now this year, now that I know how much my Mother loves me, I understand a little more why, and I didn't mind helping too much at all.
It was early in the morning. The day was warm, but the wind had a little bite to it, letting us know that summer wasn't quite here yet. I helped Mom bring out the seedling plants, the fertilizer, shovel and trawl, and other odds and ends. So we spent the next few hours digging and planting and fertilizing and watering.
Maybe it was a half hour into the gardening that I noticed Mothers outfit. It was a tee shirt and shorts, an outfit I had seen multiple times over the summers, a bandanna covered her head to keep the sweat out of her eyes. I was also in a tee shirt and shorts, my long headbanger hair pulled back into a ponytail. She was on her knees, on a mat, digging a hole, for potatoes I think. I was behind her, also on a mat on my knees, digging holes for green peppers I'm pretty sure. I happened to glance over and see her, her shorts stretched nice and tight over her round backside. The shorts were short, not like daisy dukes or anything, but enough that they rode up her cleft. On either side of that thin strip of fabric her pussy lips were spread, the beautiful curls of pubic hair poking out.
"Mom!" I softly cried out.
She turned and looked at me over her shoulder. "What is it, Honey?"
"You're not wearing panties!"
She smiled a devilish smile. "So you finally noticed." I had to admit, she looked totally sexy. Looking at me over her shoulder, her sweet pussy on display to the neighbors if they happened to look over. She went back to work planting, her curvy butt wiggling a little bit with every motion. I was getting aroused. I went back to work as well, but I never missed an opportunity to steal glances at her, and admire her.
It was a short while later, that I was looking at her head on. I looked around to see if any neighbors were out and about, but none were. She was working away on her knees, on carrots I believe this time. The neckline on her shirt was low, it was an old shirt and was stretched out. Down her shirt I saw her big, beautiful titties swaying.
"Mom!" I softly cried out again.
"Yes, Honey?" She looked up at me with that same devilish smile and a twinkle in her eyes.
"You're not wearing a bra!"
Her smile grew bigger. "You like it?" She shook from side to side and those titties swayed so nicely.
I smiled back, I had been getting aroused off and on for the last hour or so. "I love it!" I said. She blew me a kiss and I blew one back, and we went back to work.
An hour later I went back inside to get us each a glass of water. Moms shirt had patches of sweat on her front and back, mine did as well. I could see her nipples poking her shirt proudly.
"Are you cold?" I asked and pointed to her shirt.
"Maybe. Maybe it's something else." She said, and shook her titties from side to side, and I was mesmerized.
She giggled. "Put your eyes back in your head, dear. We still have a little more to go for the day."
I stuck out my lower lip in a pout. "Okay."
We went back to work for another few hours. Her curvy body teasing me the whole time. Her hairy pussy lips peeking out of her shorts, her big titties swinging free inside her shirt. The inside of my underwear was sticky with precum.
Finally we were done for the day. Mom had said she might do a little more tomorrow, but I had to work so I couldn't help. I returned the items we used to our basement, then went upstairs. Mom had just finished drinking her glass of water, when she handed me mine. I thanked her. Then she went into her bedroom off the kitchen.
