I'll never forget the first time I saw a woman masturbate.
I was 14, and I went over to my friend Brad's house on a sunny Saturday afternoon. No one answered the door, so I wandered around the side of the house to see if anyone was at the pool in the back yard. Brad wasn't there, but his mom, Kathy, was. All alone, she was lying on her back on a chaise lounge' next to the pool, completely naked, her swimsuit top and bottom on the deck next to her.
Kathy was about 40 then. Until that day, I had thought of her only as Brad's mom. That day changed my mind, and my way of thinking about women in their 40s. Kathy's legs were spread and she was well along in the process of masturbating. Her firm nipples faced the sky, and her hips were moving up and down. With one hand, she was holding her snatch wide open. Her other hand, most of it at least, was jammed as far up her cunt as she could get it.
I stood silent and open-mouthed as I watched her. Before long, her back arched, she speeded up her hand, and she gasped as she climaxed. I could see her soaking pussy shining in the sun. After she got her breath back, she rolled off the lounge and into the pool.
I remembered where I was and what I was doing, made sure to be quiet as I backed away, and ran home as fast as I could. I raced into the bathroom and jerked off for what would be the first of many times thinking about Kathy.
I still live in the same town, and, from time to time, I see Kathy in the grocery store or at a public gathering. She's in her 70s now, and she's always nice to me. She's never had any idea I saw her wanking herself. It's almost hard to believe that gray-haired lady is the same person, but I'll always remember what she looked like when I watched her bring herself to climax.