Note: This story was dynamically reformatted for online reading convenience. ASSTR;' Mother.txt'{Bunyip}(FF Mast)[1!1] Subject: Mother Date: 12 Dec 2003 From: Bunyip Organization: Archive: AASTR/Authors/Aussie_Bunyip CAUTION: This story contains adult themes not appropriate to minors. =========================================================================== === NOTE: Although this story seems familiar, I cannot remember using the "Crystal" Pseudonym. I may have simply edited another persons work, for which I apologise, but think it's well worth sharing anyway. =========================================================================== === Mother Did It by Crystal I guess I learned about masturbation when I was about 12 or 13. Not that I masturbated then, but that was when I caught my mother doing it at the kitchen sink. I didn't realise what she was doing, not at first, but afterwards I worked it all out and was a bit surprised. I guess I didn't believe my own summation really, but you tell me if I was wrong. I came home from school and heard a strange voice in the kitchen. I peeked in to see my mother standing at the kitchen sink looking out of the window. Her bum was moving a bit causing her gathered cotton skirt to shake like a hula skirt. Her left hand was on the sink but her right hand seemed to be down between her legs. Her skirt was lifted at the front and was all bunched up. At first she was going "Mmmm, Mmmm" but that changed to "Ooooh"s and "Ahhhh"s asI watched from behind wondering what was so interesting outside. Finally I heard her sigh a great big long "Ooooo yyessss..." and she just stood there for awhile, looking out the window. Finally she turned away and brushed her skirt down before walking off to the laundry. I went over, stood on tip toes, and looked out the window. There were three men, all big tanned Aussie blokes with great muscular backs that were almost triangular shaped. Their muscles were even more visible because they were sweating. They were so shiney, they looked like they were on-stage and all oiled up. Of course that's my memory of them as back then I didn't know of oiled up men, on stage or anywhere. They wore nothing from the waist up, except perhaps an old army slouch hat. They wore big work boots and thick socks, but that just made them look even tougher. Their only real clothing was a pair of very short work shorts that hung on their hips yet still showed all of their tanned legs. The only other item one of them wore was a tool belt around his waist with a great big hammer hanging from it. As he stood side on the hammer handle looked like a foot long cock sticking out in front of him. Mother had been watching these three as she had her little session, doing what I was only later to understand. I felt like watching them more and I have to admit that I had a dry throat and a wet crotch, but I didn't realise the connection back then. Mother came back in and found me watching the men, but hadn't realised that I had been watching her. "They're a nice looking lot." she said in soft tones "Look at their dark tanned skin and strong muscles. They could pick both of us up and carry us... eh away!" Again I didn't understand why they would want to carry us anywhere, never mind "away". "I bet their muscles are hard as Iron!" I remember adding. Mother gave me on of those long looks that I get when I seem to know something I'm too young to know. The guys were building the house next door which in those times went on for months as it was all done by hand on the block. When I caught her a second time several weeks later, I naturally walked up to her and looked out the window, over her shoulder. The guys were peeing against a tree on the far side of the yard. I didn't relise what they were doing at first ans simply watched with mother until it dawned on me what they were doing. I was a little shocked at first but watched over her shoulder even as she began making the same noises as the last time. I looked at her instead and found that her skirts were up and her hand was down inside her panties. She was watching the guys so intently that once again she didn't know I was standing there. She went at it for many minutes making those sounds the same as before. Her body shook a couple of times, and she seemed to be in pain, and enjoying it, all at once. I remember thinking that she had a bug in her undies and was trying to get it out. This time, maybe because I was standing right there behind her, I noticed her hips moving with her hand and then she seemed to push herself against her hand so it was trapped between the sink and herself, and began, well, what I now know was thrusting movements. She was screwing the sink! When she finished she stood there, panting, with her eyes shut and a great big smile on her face. She looked so happy, except her legs seemed to go all wobbly. "Nothing like a good itch!" I said innocently. She jumped and turned, staring at me as if I had caught her doing somethng wrong. She was red as a beetroot as she stammered to answer me. She stepped sideways and made like she was only there to make a cup of coffee. After she moved aside, I looked out the window and although there was only one guy left. He was almost right under the window, compared to the others who were on the other side of the next door yard. This guy was maybe thirty feet away, standing under a dead tree, and facing the job. His shorts were down around his thighs and I could see his bare butt cheeks clenched, his leg muscles were tensed, and he was peeing up the tree. Eventually, I learned that they stopped around this time each day for a late lunch or "smoko" as they called it. Before returning to work, they all took a pee. My mother of course knew this and was apparently lined up each day to watch them. Of course, television back then wasn't anything to get excited about, and I guess she got her entertainment through her "window on life". She never did explain about masturbation to me, I had to learn about that myself, through trial and error, and lots of practice!