Mom had been without a man since the divorce, and it was having an effect on her. Once outgoing and friendly, she had become housebound. During this time her behavior had become unusual (for her) and more than once I had caught her staring at the computer screen at a porn movie, her attention rapt and her hand massaging her clitoris. Still, she remained celibate, seemingly afraid to step out with a man.
While I welcomed her joining me in the shower I wondered whether she felt as aroused as I did. A mother-son sexual encounter could be too much for her, perhaps. And then, perhaps not.
My thoughts were broken by her voice.
“David (that’s me), would you do my back?” Lost in my thought process, mom had stepped into the shower ahead of me.
“Sure, mom,” I replied, and I joined her under the warm water, picked up the bar of soap and began soaping her back. After a few moments of my massaging her, mom cooed, “That feels so good, David, your hands feel so strong, you are a grown man now. I am so proud of you. You’re not anything like ‘him’.” ‘Him’ being my dear departed father.
Mom continued, “Rub some more, would you?” And to my surprise mom turned to face me, her breasts in full view. Mom had turned 40 last year but her body remained taut and firm and her breasts, a full DD cup, were round and stuck straight out, not a bit of droop to be seen. Her aureoles were as big as saucers, dark brown and her nipples were ready. As I soaped her, starting at her shoulders, but stopping to focus my attention on her breasts, mom closed her eyes and let forth with a small cry of pleasure.
I leaned forward and kissed her, full on the lips. Her tongue probed my mouth and my cock, already hard, brushed against her.
“David,” she said, “We…we shouldn’t…” but she continued kissing me. “I…I don’t…maybe…stop” were all I heard in between her soft cries of pleasure. I took one of her hands and guided it to my cock.
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