“I love you too, mom.” I answer. “You’re the most beautiful, loving mom in the entire world!”
“I was just going up to take a shower.” Mom says. “Would you be a sweetheart and wash my back for me? I can feel my shirt sticking to my back and I didn’t bring my back scrubber with me.” Oh my god! Fuckin’-a right, I will!
“Sure mom.” I answer as she stands up and I follow her upstairs to the bathroom. My face is level with her ass, as she climbs the stairs, and I love the way her form fitting shorts wrinkle in an arc around her firm, round ass cheeks. I watch the see-sawing action of her cheeks, as they alternate making perfect bubbles in her shorts with each step she climbs. My cock hardens in anticipation of soaping her naked body in the shower.
Mom goes into the master bathroom, which has a large glass enclosed shower with tile seats on two sides. She reaches in and turns the water on adjusting the spray. As the water heats up, she pulls off her t-shirt and drops her shorts. My mother is standing in front of me in a pair of blue bikini panties!
I can’t take my eyes off her tits and my cock is straining inside my shorts. As she reaches into the shower, adjusting the temperature of the water, her tits swaying gently under her arm. Stepping back she strips off her panties and once again I’ve got a birds-eye view of her magnificent pussy.
I’m trying to remember the exact words I said to mom that makes this possible. I know I told her to forget her modesty and to be affectionate and touching, I guess that would include taking a shower together. I wonder what will happen when she sees how hard my cock is. I’m not sure my post transmission suggestion covered that. I wonder if she can take a shower with me and keep it completely asexual.
“Come on, Nick.” Mom says, stepping into the shower. “I’ll wash your back, too if you want.” She turns around under the spray getting her entire body wet and then applies body wash to her arms and stomach. I take my clothes off, follow her into the shower and stand behind her with my rigid cock inches from her ass. She turns around, smiling at me as she soaps her tits.
“Here mom.” I say, putting my hands on her tits and rubbing them all around. “I’ll do that.”
“Mmm. Thanks.” Mom says, closing her eyes as I rub my hands over her soapy tits, pressing my palms against her nipples, squeezing and kneading her fleshy mounds. I can’t fucking believe this! I’m actually massaging my mom’s tits in the shower! My cock is so fucking hard! I move my fingers until I’m just touching her nipples, pinching them slightly to see if they get hard.
“That feels nice, Nick.” Mom says as I feel her nipples harden between my fingers. Yes! I pinch and tease her nipples for a while, then soap my way down her stomach until I’m washing her neatly trimmed bush. I stop short of her pussy, waiting to see if mom invites me to go farther by spreading her legs. When she doesn’t, I slide my hands around and begin soaping her ass cheeks. Cupping her cheeks in my hands I pull her against me, her tits sliding around on my chest as my cock glides across her slippery, hair covered mound. I kiss her on the forehead.
“My, you’ve really become a man, haven’t you?” Mom says as she runs her hands up and down my back, cupping my ass cheeks and grinding her mound against my cock. “I hadn’t noticed before.” She says moving her hands between us and soaping my cock and balls. “Is this because of Frank and Maggie’s daughter?” Mom asks, smiling knowingly.
“No, mom.” I say, almost breathless from her expert handling of my cock. “It’s because I’m naked with you I the shower!”
“Yeah, right!” Mom says with a wink. “Nice try at flattery, but no one gets hard like this over his mother.” She laughs. “Since your father isn’t here, I guess it’s up to me to have the father-son talk with you.” Mom gets serious, while all the while stroking my cock up and down and running her fingers across my balls. I’m humping my cock into her hand and getting ready to cum again!
“All I have to say is, you better be careful where you put this. And, of course, always practice safe sex.” I can’t hold back and I shoot a thick string of cum all over mom’s arm. She looks down and frowns. “That was awfully quick, wasn’t it?” She says. “You’re going to have to work on that if you want to satisfy any of your girl friends. Just some motherly advice.” She says winking, letting go of my cock and turning around. “Now wash my back, like you said you would.”
What the fuck? I just shot a load of cum on my mom’s arm and all she does is tell me I came too quickly. I feel like I’m in some kind of alternate reality created by that damn transmitter.
“I’m really tired.” Mom yawns after we’ve dried each other off. She gives me another big hug, pressing her naked body against mine and says. “I’m going to bed now.” We walk naked into uncle Harry’s bedroom and I can’t believe it when she says sleepily, “You can sleep in here, too, if you’d like, Nick.” She turns on her side away from me as I slip under the covers and spoon my body against hers. I lay my arm across her side and rest my hand just under her breasts. I’m thinking seriously about getting the transmitter and changing mom’s post transmission suggestion. This is too much and not enough at the same time. I’m not sure whether I should cancel her suggestions altogether or give her more like the one that made her suck and fuck uncle Harry. I’m still trying to decide when I fall asleep.
I wake up as mom’s coming out of the bathroom. She yawns and stretches and says, “Good morning, how did you sleep?” I watch her tits flatten against her chest as she reaches her arms over her head and arches her back to the left and the right. This pushes her pussy toward me and I feel my cock start to move the sheet around.
“Great, mom!” I say, raising my knees up so my morning erection won’t show. “How about you?”
“Of course you slept great.” She says. “You’re a man. You cum once in the shower and fall into the sleep of the dead.” She laughs. I can’t believe I’m having this conversation with my mom. “What’s on your agenda today?” She asks, bending over the bed and kissing me on the cheek, her perfect tits hanging down over my chest. This is torture, I decide. One way or another I’m going to change her suggestions.
“I don’t know. I thought I’d go to the mall again.” I answer, thinking about Carolyn.