The warm water poured over me as I lathered my body with soap. It was morning which meant that mum would be out at work. Or so I thought. A loud knock brought me back into reality and I quickly switched off the water.
“Yeah?” I shouted.
“Are you going to be much longer?” It was mum. “I overslept and am going to be late for work.”
“I’ve only just got in,” I replied.
“Shit,” Came the response.
“Sorry. I could get out if you want?”
“No,” Mum answered. “That wouldn’t be fair to you. Would you mind if we shared a shower?”
The question struck me as odd. On the one hand I would happily help my mum out. She was a single parent (Dad had left when I was eight) who worked seven days a week to provide for her one and only child. On the other, I was extremely self-conscious about my body.
“I know it is weird to ask,” Mum continued. “But by the time you’re finished the water will be cold and I don’t want to be late.”
“Sure,” I shouted. “The door is unlocked.”
I heard the door swing open. Through the glass, I could see my mother. She was wearing the black dressing gown I had got her for Christmas and her blonde hair was the very definition of bed hair. She smiled at me before turning around and closing the door. The belt to the dressing gown fell to the floor and was swiftly followed by the rest of the gown. I averted my eyes out of respect but not before catching a glimpse of her firm ass.
The door to the shower clicked open and Mum stepped in.
“You’re a lifesaver,” She said.
“Don’t mention it,” I replied.
Mum grabbed a bottle of shower gel beside me. The bottle slipped onto the floor and slid between my legs.
“Would you mind?” She asked.
“Sure,” I replied.
Kneeling down, I picked up the gel and turned around to see my first full look of my mother’s naked body. She liked to work out every week so her body had a thin, athletic look to it. A few hairs stood around her mound. Her tits were big with light brown nipples. I was so impressed that I completely forgot I was gaping at her.
“Sorry,” I said meekly, handing over the bottle.
“Don’t be,” Mum replied. “Men will be men and part of that is to be awkward around women.”
I smiled. Thank God mum had a great sense of humour I thought.
“Besides,” She continued. “You don’t look so bad yourself.”
I was blown away. The day had gone from nought to sixty in a matter of minutes.
“Err thanks,” I mumbled.
‘No problem,” Mum said and smiled.
Popping the top of the bottle, she turned away and began to clean herself. My cock, as if deciding now was a good enough time as any to say hello, began to stir. Embarrassed, I turned my back to mum and tried desperately to make it go away.
I froze in fear.
“Alex,” Mum repeated. “Is something wrong?”
“No,” I forced myself to say through chattering teeth.
“Alex. Turn around.”
“No,” I replied.
“Alex,” Mum said, her voice slightly raised. “Do as your mother tells you.”
I awkwardly turned around with my hands covering my shame. Mum moved forward and violently jerked my hands away.
“Mum,” I began.
“You got an erection,” She said. “So what? Did you think I would be mad?”
“I don’t give a shit,” She said. “If you want to take care of it then be my guest.”
“Mum?” I said.
“Alex,” She said, placing one hand on my shoulder. “I’m telling you it is okay for you to masturbate.”
With that she reached down and grabbed my hand, placing it on my cock. I watched as she let go and went about the business of cleaning herself. After a few seconds I began to rub. Mum picked up the shampoo and started to pour it into her hair. My hand actions became more frantic and before long I was vigorously pumping my stiff member. After a few minutes my dick loosened and I shot my load along the wall.
“That better honey?” Mum asked.
I couldn’t speak so I just offered up a nod.
“Great,” She said cheerily. “I’m done now so I’ll be off. Have a great day.”
“Okay,” I managed to reply. “See you when you get home.”
Mum opened the door and left me alone to ponder what exactly had just taken happened.
**Two weeks later**
It had been two weeks since the shower with mum. Nothing had changed. Our relationship was very much intact and healthy. We went about our days like normal and dinners were filled with everyday chitchat.
With a single loud knock, the door opened and in stepped my mother.
“Can I join you again?” She asked.
“Sure,” I replied as I applied soap to my chest.
Mum quickly stripped off and join me under the hot water.
“Can you apply this to my back?” She asked, holding a small brown bottle.
I nodded and took the bottle. Opening it, I poured some of the clear liquid into my palm and began to smother it onto her back.
“Lower,” Mum ordered.
Once again I followed orders. My hand found it’s way to just above the ass. Nervous, I looked up and met my mother’s gaze. She turned around and inched closer to me.
“I want you,” She whispered. “I don’t care that you’re my son. I want you to fuck me.”
She surprised me with a forceful kiss on the lips. Pulling back, she stared into my eyes as if waiting for a invitation for more. I returned the kiss and pushed her back into the wall. She reached down and began tugging my manhood.
“Call me a cunt,” She barked.
“What?” I asked.
“Just do it,” She ordered.
“You’re a cunt,” I whispered directly into her ear.
“Good,” She muttered. “Now have you done anal before?”
My ears pricked up. Like all men, anal was something I was interested in doing.
“No,” I replied.
“That’s okay,” Mum replied. “We’re going to do it but first I need you to get it ready if you get what I mean.”
I nodded and spun her around. Kneeling down, I kissed her cheeks gently. Spreading her cheeks open, I leaned forward and began licking.
“Oh fuck,” Mum shouted, her toes curling down in pleasure.
Edge on by her moans, I continued to passionately lick her ass. Mum reached down and tightly gripped my arm, leaving red marks on my pale skin.
“Stop,” She said.
Mum planted her right leg on the wall, giving me easy access to her asshole. I stood up and assumed the position. Her body was pinned between mine and the wall. I carefully aimed my cock towards her hole and eased it in. She squealed, her rectum began to loosen up to accommodate me.
“It has been so long,” She moaned. “Since I’ve been fucked this way.”
I pushed deeper. Mum pushed back and began to ride my shaft like there was no tomorrow. Looking for more support, I reached up and grabbed her right breast. Her tight ass felt heavenly.
“Your ass is so tight,” I said.
“Good,” Mum responded.
Pinching her nipple I continued to fuck my mother. The sounds of my body slapping into hers echoed around the room. The passionate moans she gave as I penetrated her body were a good indication she was enjoying herself.
“I’m going to come soon,” She yelled, bringing her hand down to finger herself.
“Me too,” I replied.
“Do it inside me,” She ordered.
She didn’t have to tell me twice. I heaved me body into hers and shot a load into her ass. As I did, her head rolled back and her hands curled into fists. Wrapping her leg around me, we collapsed backwards onto the floor of the shower.
“That was fucking incredible,” I exclaimed.
“I’m glad you enjoyed that son,” She replied.
**Two Months later**
As I stood under the blissfully hot water, I made a mental note of all the errands I had to run today. The door opened. I turned around and greeted my mother with a smile. She smiled back.