It says something about how eager I was for distractions from my emotionally draining task, that I would stand around ogling my mom, comparing her to movie stars, and even letting my eyes linger far too long, when she rubbed the sunscreen into her firm thighs. As she slid her hands under her bikini bottom to run sunscreen into her private bits, I was completely transfixed.
I mean, I know the skin of the private bits is pretty vulnerable to sunlight, but I had never considered that it might be prudent to apply sunscreen to it, even when it was covered by the admittedly tiny amounts of fabric that made up mom’s bikini.
She spent a good long minute rubbing the sunscreen into her mound and crack, making everything glisten invitingly in the sun.
Finally she adjusted the bikini bottom slightly, moving it to get it just right, which meant I got a view straight at her now very prominent camel toe.
Adjusting my pants, I felt a pang of guilt, that I stood there, breathing heavily on the glass, sporting a rock solid hard-on for my mom.
My dad wasn’t even in the ground yet, and here I was, almost creaming my pants, just because my admittedly very sexy mom kept adjusting her hips, looking for just the right position to really relax and tan.
I took a few minutes more to admire the way her muscles moved under her soft skin, whenever she shifted her weight on the yoga mat.
Then, mustering my willpower, I managed to get on task, and finally got some work done.
I was making good time, when I came across a piece of paper that seemed to be covered in my dad’s handwriting, though it seemed pretty shaky.
It was from the day he passed away, apparently written in the ER. It stated that all his personal belongings were to be given to me, his heir, but that I was under no circumstances to put on the ring, before I had ready his personal journal, that I was to receive from his lawyer as part of my inheritance.
Oops.
Well, there was no putting the toothpaste back into the tube, but I could try to fix my mistake, and put the ring back on his desk.
Except a few minutes of struggle convinced me that the only way that ring was coming off was with a bonesaw.
So, yeah, I guess I would just take it as a downpayment on my inheritance, and keep it on for now.
I was about to go back to work, when I noticed my mom’s legs had parted a bit, and the fingers of one of her well manicured hands were tracing long idle lines on her thighs, her mound, and once in a while they would even flutter across her soft feminine bits.
She wasn’t quite masturbating less than ten feet from me, but it was quite the show.
Instantly I was back to sporting a rock solid hard-on, and I found myself kneeling down by the window, enjoying the view, the sensual way her body writhed as her fingers caressed her soft skin.
I reached into my pants to adjust my length, trying to relieve the painful pressure from being trapped in pants that were apparently too tight.
I didn’t mean to stroke myself, but once my hand was on my cock, and my mom’s undeniably sexy body was on display in front of me, I couldn’t help myself.
After all, what was the harm, she would never know, and I could use a little stress relief.
I only stroked myself slowly for a few minutes, until I came to my senses.
My mom would have a fit, if she knew I was standing here masturbating myself while she was out there sunbathing unaware of having her son ogling her.
I had to do something about it, or I would not long be able to resist the temptation.
I knew instantly I would long regret ruining the show, but being a man is all about making hard choices, so I pulled myself together, and pulled my hand from my pants, denying myself release.
As I got into the garden, I cleared my voice, making sure not to catch mom by surprise.
“Oh hi sweety,” mom purred at me.
“Checking up on me so soon?”
I struggled for a moment to find words, as she had turned on her side as I announced my presence, which was fine as such, but at some point she had removed her top, meaning her firm c-cups were in plain sight. If I didn’t know she was my mom, I would have sworn a body like hers had never been through childbirth. Holy shit, I was just standing there with my mouth open, all but drooling at the sight of my mom’s breasts. Breasts I suddenly had an urge to put in my mouth again for the first time in seventeen years.
“Oh sorry honey, I didn’t want tan lines. You know how your dad despised tan lines.” she explained, as she sat up and fumbled a bit, putting her top back on.
“Want to tie me up?” she asked.
“Do I what?” I stuttered, as lewd images rushed through my mind, making me once more very conscious of the need to get me some bigger pants.
“My top. It ties in the back.” she explained, and turned her back.
“Uh, sure. I’d love to tie you up.” I muttered like an idiot, while I made my best effort at getting her top nicely secured again.
“So what’s on your mind?”
Yeah, I was not going to tell her what was on my mind right now, that would not be a great idea. Especially with the new images of her tied up added to the mix. So taking a deep breath, I managed to get my mind out of the gutter for a moment.
“Uh, I was wondering if you realized that you are just in front of the windows to dad’s office.
Where I am currently going through things to get everything in order.”
“Of course dear. It’s my favorite spot. The mirrored glass makes sure I get a nice and even tan. I hope you don’t mind, I guess I just feel closer to him here.”
Feeling like a jerk, I couldn’t really ask her not to stay there, when she felt that way, and especially when I most definitely wasn’t about to tell her my reasons.
“Uh, okay, I was just making sure.. uh..” Yeah, that was real smooth. In my defense, my brain was probably starved for blood at the moment, judging from the ache in my crotch, I had not been harder ever. This forbidden boner was getting to be a real distraction.
“Okay, sweetie. Let me know if there is anything at all I can do for you.” mom purred at me, biting her lower lip in thought.
“Your dad always said I had a magic touch with my massages, so if you need something to help you unwind later, I would love to give you a hand.”
Said hands were idly rubbing her hip and thigh, as she offered me her assistance.
I rarely noticed my mom’s choice of jewelry, she had so much to choose from, so it was just one of those things you never really consider.
But the sunlight reflected in a red flash from her finger, as a ring I vaguely recognized sparkled. Golden band with a tiny red stone, that felt very familiar.
“Sounds good mom, I’d love that later.” My distracted mind let out, before I caught up with it. “That ring. What is it?”
“Oh this old thing, don’t you recognize it? It’s my engagement ring. Your dad gave it to me when we started dating, then later when he proposed it just kinda became our engagement ring. He said he didn’t want me to remove it ever, until we were married. When I saw it earlier, I just felt like wearing it again. Remembering how it was back then… Is anything wrong with it?”