Spying on Friend's Mom at the Beach

My friend's mother was an absolute knockout. Long before kids developed their
MILF/cougar fetish (or the terms for it) we all had the hots for Vida.
Short, with a bob hairdo (she was a nurse) and two astonishing D-cup
sweater balloons. Her loser husband kicked her to the curb? I wouldn't
care if she was fucking the mailman and the poolboy if I got to sleep
with Vida every night.

At the beach our excursions to the surf
were always open-ended. Someone was always coming or going from the
cottage to the beach and back. So one afternoon I went back to the
cottage to make a sandwich and take a leak. When I got there, I heard
the shower running in the master bathroom. The door was not pulled shut.
Pushing it slightly, I was able to see a reflection of Vida in a floor
length mirror that faced the door to the shower. It was a completely
clear shower door. Fogged up, yes, but there was no mistaking the sight
of her beautiful naked boobies. I became rock hard in my shorts, and
just stared.

Vida turned off the shower, stepped out and
started toweling off. As she was leaning over drying her legs, her huge
tits jiggling and swaying, she caught my glance in the mirror. I went
totally white, figuring I was in deep trouble, but Vida just smiled and
continued drying herself off.

I got the hell out of there. I
was thrilled (first time I'd seen boobs in real life) but also scared
out of my mind. I went back to the beach and swam around for a bit,
trying to calm down. When I saw Vida come back to our spot and get in
her reclining beach chair, I waited a few minutes, then headed back to
the cottage to take care of business.

I fished a pair of
Vida's panties out of the master bathroom hamper and blew an enormous
load of overstimulated college boy cum in her unmentionables. Then I
washed them in the sink and stuffed them in the bottom of the hamper.

Still a powerful, powerful sexual experience and memory all these years later.