Power shifts from mother to son

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“No, mother, let me wash you. Leave your arms down.”

She smiled warmly and handed me the soap. I put it down and got the shampoo. For ten minutes, all I did was wash her hair and condition it. My hands never touched any other part of her body. She just purred. My strong fingers combed the shampoo and then conditioner out of her thick auburn locks. When I was sure it was done, the bath commenced.

I began by washing her face, caressing every inch. When she rinsed I kissed her, our mouths merging and tongues touching. Next was each arm, lovingly stroked. I massaged the shower gel into her firm breasts, touching every inch and pinching her nipples.

“Ohhhhhhh John! You know how to make mom feel sooooo good!”

She panted. She turned and I bathed every inch of her long hard back, stopping just at the top of her ass. She put her hands against the wall and I combined the bath with a massage.

I knelt behind her and began to wash her right leg, starting at her ankle and ever so slowly up, until my hands reached the spot where her womanly flanks began. I stopped, she sighed. Then I did the other leg. As my hands got to the top she began pushing her ass out, towards my face. I ignored her. Gently I turned her. I was looking right at her center. The skin was so smooth as it flowed from the triangle formed my her tapered waist into the tight crevice of her vagina. I reached my hands up and washed her abdomen, never looking up from her pussy. Her breathing was ragged. Subtly she tried to press her hips forward. I pressed her back. I spoke to her slit.

“I’m going to wash your womanhood and then I’m going to put my mouth on your pussy mother.”

“Ohhhhhhhh please!”

She moaned and spread her legs. I gently took some gel and massaged it into her warms folds, exploring every tiny bit. Mother’s legs quaked as I took the showerhead and rinsed, letting the stream pulse against her clitoris. I released the shower head and I moved my mouth closer till I knew she could feel my breath, and stopped.

“But not here. I’m going to eat your slit on my bed, and I’m going to do it for a long time.”

With that I gave her sex a long lick, tucking my tongue as far as I could go between her legs and licking up steadily till, at last, I flicked her clit.

“OHHHH! UNNGGHHH!”

Was all she said and I had to hold her hips to keep her from sinking down. In a second she recovered and she turned away from me and bent slightly. I took the body wash and started at the top of her womanly behind. I gently massaged each cheek, avoiding the groove in the center. I took my hands away and paused. She groaned.

“I hate you, but I love you.”

Her slot was full of suds. I put a hand on each cheek with my thumbs deep in her crack and slowly moved them down. She bent over more. I could see the pouting lips of her sex sticking down, droplets of water running off of them. Her body heaved with her breathing. My right thumb felt the approach of her most secret spot, and then it was there. I centered my thumb on her star and pressed, gently. My mother exhaled deeply. I paused, still pressing, but not enough to spread the tight muscle ring. She gasped.

“Take it. I’m yours, all of me.”

I had pooled a lot of the bath gel in her crack. I pulled my thumb back and let it flow around her ring. My thumb came back and now I began my assault. My left hand clamped on her left cheek, pulling it to one side, opening her. My right thumb pressed, firmer, harder. Her ring fought back, my thumb pushed. Then I felt her push her anus back and my thumb fell in, almost to the end. I saw fluid course from her pussy as she yelled incoherently.

“OHHFUCKSHITDAMN… UNNGGGGHGGG… FUUCCKCKKKK!”

I stroked my soap lubed thumb back and forth until I was sure her orgasm was done. Gently I pulled out and my mother just settled on the floor of the shower. The water poured over her and her hair was a soaked tangle around her face. She panted as she spoke.

“I’ve had a lot of sex, a lot. NOTHING is like being your toy. John, I am so yours.”

I leaned forward and we kissed, like the intense lovers we had become. I pulled back; she smiled and began to get up.

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