Chapter 5

Her hand reached the back of my head, tangling into my wet hair and pulling my face down. She tilted her head up and before I knew it, her lips were pressed to mine, and she kissed me, longingly, deeply, and for I don't know how long. It wasn't erotic, there was no lusty tangling of tongues, but the kiss was an intense expression of her feelings for me, and for us. How much she loved her son.

"Patience, baby…" I thought I heard her whisper through the kiss and under the hiss of the water, her lips moving against mine. "Patience…"

I was way too fuzzy to consider what she might have meant with that statement, and maybe mom didn't even know at that moment, since she was also still riding Cloud Nine. I was pretty certain she'd managed to have an orgasm, even though I hadn't at all fucked her, and her own hands were accounted for, keeping her propped up the whole time. Maybe me mauling her tits had been enough?

Just when she couldn't get any more phenomenal in my eyes.

She broke the kiss and exhaled, still breathing deeply. Her hand dropped, and she leaned forward again, so I finally relinquished my grip on her breasts. Mom sighed and kept breathing, moving and stretching around like a cat. My dick was still trapped between her ass cheeks, but finally, it was beginning to soften. Against all odds, we'd done it. We'd vanquished the unsleeping, one-eyed monster.

"Goodness," she said finally, wiggling and squeezing her butt cheeks like she was using it to feel for something. "Did we really put him down for the count, Aaron?"

"I think so," I breathed, nodding. "Hard-fought as any engagement in World War Two."

"The Battle of the Bulge," she quipped before giggling at her own joke. Like I said, mom thinks she's hilarious, and I was beginning to agree with her. Maybe it was all this dopamine conditioning. I didn't care, as long as this was the result. I'd proudly declare she was the funniest person on earth now that Robin Williams had left us. "Feel better, baby?"

"Oh, God, yes," I said heavily, watching as the shower water continued to slough my thick, pearly cum from her ass and her back. "My apologies, but it looks like you're missing out on this round of protein drinks."

"S'okay," she breathed, still leaning forward. "I'm sure there's more to… come…"

Another snicker from her and I rolled my eyes. Mom slowly moved forward and away from me, and my sleeping dick flopped out from between her cheeks. I never thought I'd be relieved to see him asleep beyond the ability to wake up, but this was one strange day, after all. Even if he just stayed down for a little while, I'd take the break. It'd make hugging mom a lot less awkward.

"Guess we should've done that first before we tried peeing together," mom mused, standing up and turning around to look at me, making sure the hog was indeed crashed out. Then she considered again. "Nah, I had a lot of fun the way it worked out. You peeing on my kitty was naughty, but great."

"Well, if he ever wakes up, at least he's had practice for the next time," I said smiling wearily. Mom nodded in agreement. Clearly this was to be a thing now. Peeing together, possibly on one another's genitalia, and recording it. Whatever you might say about mom, she never half-assed anything. Her butt was proof of that.

"God, that was intense," mom groaned as she allowed herself a stretch. As was my habit now, I just stared dumbly. "Did you feel me cum?"

"I thought you might've, but I wasn't completely certain," I admitted. "It sure sounded like it."

"It was from you beating the shit out of my tits," mom said, blushing slightly, moving a soaking lock of brown hair away from her lovely face. "I told you, they love it rough. If you took a jackhammer to them, they'd be in Heaven."

"Duly noted, mom," I chuckled. "So now we oughta wash up, again."

"Well, we've already cum this far," mom pointed out, and I ignored her double entendre. "You wash me, and I'll wash you, deal?"

"Sure," I said, worrying that if mom touched me, she'd awaken the kraken again. But her mind was made up, and she was already reaching for the cleanser and a soft cloth.

"I'll do you first, baby," she stated, squeezing gooey gel into the cloth and then rubbing it together to suds it up. Then she stood in front of me and began washing me, starting at my neck and shoulders. She lifted my arms and did my pits before moving down my flanks. By then, the lather in the cloth was mostly gone, and she put some more gel in it. She did my back next, getting the whole expanse and working her way down to my lower back.

"God, I love your butt, baby," she sighed, smiling as she began washing my ass cheeks, occasionally stopping to give them a fondle or a squeeze. I let her do as she pleased, since it was permission for me to do the same when it was my turn to wash her. "Is it all the sports, or does good genetics play a role too?"

"Now that I've spent the day with your ass, mom, it's definitely genetic," I assured her. "Yes, the sports help me keep it toned, but the butt is your doing."

"And damn proud of it I am," she said, leaning in to kiss one of the cheeks before continuing on. She washed down the back of my legs, lifting my foot to wash it, including the sole. Then she wiggled around to my other foot and repeated the process, very dedicated to the notion of getting her little boy clean all over. She moved up the front of my legs, finally arriving at my middle. She stared at my sleeping cock for some time, just breathing. She stood and got more cleanser on the cloth, and began washing my chest, moving slowly down to my washboard abs, almost doing every section individually.

Finally, though, she was once again confronted by my penis, laying limp. She blushed and looked up at me, wondering.

I gave a tiny shrug, smiled, and nodded. Mom drew in a breath and moved the cloth inward. I sighed as it touched me and she began gently washing my groin, the cloth between it and her hand. Even when she took the shaft in her grip, slowly washing as an excuse to hold it, the damn cloth was between us. To my amazement, not even a stir from Aaron Jr.

Mom leaned in and rested the side of her head against my lower stomach, just above my cock, her eyes closed as she nuzzled her cheek against the soft skin. I just watched, entranced. This beautiful, naked, wet woman, my mother, was almost worshiping my body, and I stood still, hoping this moment would never end.

It did, eventually, and mom turned her head and kissed the skin just above my cock and below my stomach, right above the line of my pubes.

"Mmmm, you should shave down here," she purred, teasing her fingertips through the top of my public hair. "It's so sexy when a fit guy does it, and your big dick will look even bigger, drive the ladies nuts, I promise…"

She kissed the thin, sensitive skin again gently, giving me a shiver.

She looked up at me as she kissed again, delicately. Mom slowly stood, kissing her way up my body. When she was standing, she leaned up and kissed me gently and lovingly on the lips, taking my hands in hers and holding them. It was yet another perfect moment in my world.

"Time for me to do you, I believe," I said, smiling. Mom bit her lip and nodded. I began with a decadent shampoo I know she loved, squeezing it into my hands and beginning to massage it into the wet, dark tangles of her hair.

Mom moaned loudly, her eyes closed and just luxuriating in the sheer pleasure of a scalp massage while I washed her hair. I pulled the showerhead out of its holder and used it to wash the shampoo out thoroughly. Mom was purring again as I held the jets right above her scalp. I was standing behind her, and mom pressed back against me, her hands resting on my thighs and her eyes closed. Her fingers flexed and caressed against my skin.

"God, baby…" she whispered, still transported. "Want to see something once you're done?"

"Uh, sure," I said, wondering what she was up to. I finished with her hair soon after that. "All done."

"Aim the jets at my nipples," she said breathily. "Go ahead, I'll hold still…"

I gripped the showerhead handle and turned it inward, watching over her as I aimed the jet at one of her breasts, and blasted the nipple with the water.