Mom, the Vineyard and Me

Being a g****/raisin farmer's son means a lot of work if you are small farmers, the more you do with family, the better the bottom-line. Well, this day that meant doing some dreaded stoop labor...turning paper trays of almost dried raisins so the back side could finish drying. North and south running rows dry much slower than east west orientation...we just had a few acres of the north south to finish drying. Mom and I were instructed to turn a few rows behind our garage, about 90 minutes work while Dad and my Brother tended to about 2 acres on the end of our home ranch, about a full mornings' work. I mowed the lawn while waiting for Mom to finish her daily household chores. I was barefoot and shirtless with shorts working on a back-to-school tan. To my surprise Mom came out in an old dress of her making instead of her usual denim jeans and long-sleeved shirt.

The turning process was simple but timing was essential, when you flipped the tray of raisins to the empty one, you didn't want to spill any of the precious crop on the ground. It didn't take to long for this rookie to catch on and gain speed. I was actually getting bored by the second row...my eyes began to wander as Mom just talked about inane family things. I looked up and saw that Mom had NO BRA on this morning and a couple unbuttoned buttons! My mind was taken now, watching her delightful middle-aged 34 B's swing and sway, even catching a glimpse of her bright pink nipples that in time seemed to grow as they rubbed the fabric of her dress...almost too much for this soon-to be high school sophomore ! All I could think is if she did this on purpose...and for my benefit. This was so out of character, garters and nylons seemed harmless compared to this continued show! Finally, we stopped to stretch with only two rows remaining...I couldn't stand it anymore..."Mom, I see you wore no bra this morning!," I asked. "Yes, and I saw it took almost into the second row before you noticed!" she retorted. "Well, I had a job to learn," I shot back. "And, young man, you are shirtless, is that for my benefit, I hope?" she queried. "If that's what you like, so be it, Mom." I spoke. "Suppose next you would like to touch them, I guess," she offered. "You would let me, Mom? I almost begged. "Not now. we are to dusty and sweaty," she opined. Rats. I said to myself.

Soon we were done with our chore and walked back toward the garage and house...Mom even took my arm and held my hand, that was a first. As we walked in back of the garage, she said," I have an idea, lets us two take a shower in your Dad's shower here behind the garage."
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His shower was a crudely built two compartment wooden structure with a tank above to gravity feed water to shower under, his summer time deal. "Really, I said," to Mom...Really," she replied, I'll got get our towels and washcloths.

I climbed the two steps in to the small dry compartment that had a bench barely wide enough for two and towel racks, a pair. Mom hurried back now with just a light robe on and brought me clean undies and towels. Light was very dim inside as clouds now covered the sun for a while. "Well, aren't you gonna take of your shorts," she asked. I stripped off and stepped onto the slated floor of the shower and reached up to turn on the water...now this was in the mid '60's before conservation became the rage and we were practicing, Save Water, Shower With Your Mom! We soaked up and shut the faucet, Mom said, I'll soap you and you soap me, don't be shy." She rubbed me clean just a she did many years ago, even my ass crack! I soaped her arms and back and for the first time in the dim light saw her marvelous wide behind, soaping it and her hips too, even her ass cleavage, to which said, "clean that real good too!" She turned to have me soap her tits next, saying, "Now you can touch them...make them clean, underneath also," she added. Now I reached up to run the water to rinse off...we both let it cascade over us when she noticed, "Oh, my you are hard, my son!" What do you expect, "Mom you are naked!"

"I've been wondering about you and your "thing" since that night of the dream awhile back, now I get to see it, can I touch it too? " Before I could say anything she reached to the soap dish and got her hand soapy and started to grip my erection and slowly started stroking it, holding me tight with her left arm and gazed up to me with wide eyes, is this what you were waiting for?" "Sure, I guess so, I think you were too, Mom, " I offered. Quickly as I said that my dick exploded for her to see. "My, what a nice young man I have, what a load too," she noticed. I reached in front of her below her pudgy belly and grabbed a hand full of her substantial hair growth....she moved my hand away admonishing me "Not yet, young man!"

With that we toweled off, got dressed and both acted as nothing had happened...Well for me it was the greatest morning of my life, for gosh sakes!

I was now left to wonder when "Yet" would arrive...