I had just got off work, the late shift, when I thought I would stop over my mom's house for a cup of coffee with her, being it was still quite early in the morning. As I turned the corner onto her street, it was then I that noticed the garage door to her house was just going down and mom was walking next door to the neighbors.
It was summer and the temp that morning was quite warm, even at this early time of the day. But what surprised me was the fact mom had on this very long skirt, which was down to her ankles, along with a very conservative top.
Mom always was a bit of a prude with what she wore and how she acted, but since dad had passed away a few years ago, she seemed to loosen up and wore much more revealing tops and shorter skirts and dresses. For being in her early fifties she was in great shape and took great care of herself. She looked much younger than she was.
So why was she wearing this outfit? Especially in this weather.
As I got closer, I watched as she knocked on the neighbors door and a young woman answered the door and let her in. I didn't know who the neighbors were being they had just moved in a few months ago and have yet to meet them.
I pulled into mom's drive and went into the house. I made some coffee and decided to just wait for her to come back. An hour went by and no sign of her. As I sat there I decided, what the hell, might as well go over and meet her new neighbors myself. As I got closer to the front door I started to hear a woman moaning. It wasn't one of the painful type moans, rather, for the lack of a better term, sexual moan.
I peered into the house thru the side light of the door but could not see anyone, but could hear the moans more clearly now and they were a woman's moans. I snuck around the back of the house and peeked in thru the kitchen window, which was slightly open. What I saw next completely took me my surprise. There was my mom bent over their kitchen table with her arms being held down by this young very attractive woman while, I assume was her husband, a man about the same age as the woman, was holding my mother's skirt up above her waist with one hand as he caressed her panty clad behind with the other.
I watched as he slid his hand all over her ass and down between her legs touching her, where I could only imagine, and making her moan in a tone that I had never heard some out of her before.
I stood there mesmerized, staring at my mom's ass as a stranger was caressing it. Then I heard the woman speak.
"You like that Rose", that was mom's name, "don't you? You like my husband playing with you like that."
"Ohhh.. yes!" I heard mom say. "It feels so good. Please don't stop."
I watched as the husband then started to slide her panty down and expose her ass. I could hear her take a breath as her ass was exposed. He pushed them all the way down past her knees, then her ankles, falling to the floor. He pushed her legs apart and slid his hand between them. I could see as he touched her in private sensuous places. His fingers gliding between her moist mature pussylips.
