Chapter 6

Mom shuddered and gasped, gripping my thighs and shoving her ass back even harder. I watched as the nipple I was teasing got rock-hard and pointy, enough to put out an eye. She bit her lip as she fought for control of herself, and I slowly moved the jet over to her other nipple, making her groan and squirm her ass against me.

"Gimme the showerhead," she panted, holding up a hand. "Please, baby…"

I let her take the showerhead and without delay she moved away and leaned back against the wall, now facing me. She made a hurried downward waving motion with her hand, and I went to my knees, watching her intently.

Mom brought the showerhead to her crotch and turned it inward, the jet now battering her pussy. She gasped and keened, and I stared in fascination. Within seconds, she brought herself to an amazing orgasm. I saw her knees trembling, and I reached forward and braced her by the hips while she rode out the climax. The jet fell away, and her pussylips were still opened wide and engorged, her clit quite visible. It looked beautiful.

"Thank you, baby," she sighed, still leaning against the wall, her eyes closed. "Mommy's ready for you to clean her now. Make sure you do a thorough job…"

I started with her neck and shoulders, using my hands and the cloth, not only cleaning but gently massaging her. Mom is a total massage slut, and over the years, I'd rubbed her feet, her calves, and her shoulders and back more times than I can remember. I think she had me starting about the time I was five, so I'm conditioned to just do it. Mom sighed dreamily, and I think she deserved this, after the day she was giving me.

I moved to her collarbone and then her breasts. Given how I'd been cupping and fondling them all day, I figured it didn't matter if I just dug in. Mom moaned and squirmed as I washed and caressed her boobs, clearly enjoying the attention. Soon, I moved on.

"What, no kisses for mommy's boobs?" she murmured, her eyes still closed, her head moving gently from side to side. If I hadn't known better, I'd have thought think she was talking in her sleep. "You used to love mommy's boobs, and kissing them. And I gave your chest kisses…"

I shrugged and leaned in, kissing the swell of my mother's breasts gently, several times while avoiding her nipples. Mom just purred, reveling in the affection and bonding.

Before I got too fixated, I moved down, washing her trim waist and her hips. Her pussy was staring me in the face, and her legs were parted enough that I had a perfect view of it. My mouth went dry somehow, and my cock actually stirred, just a bit.

Next, I washed her thighs, using firm pressure and she groaned in response, squirming a little. Down one long leg I went, washing the foot delicately, and then up the other. Once again, I ended up back at her womanhood, and I felt her hand on my cheek. She smiled down at me lovingly, her eyes mostly closed.

"I'll turn around, baby," she cooed, stroking my cheek. "Some things are best left for last, delayed gratification, and all that…"

Mom slowly turned around and leaned forward slightly, once again swaying her beautiful ass at me. I began washing it, occasionally leaning in and giving the cheeks kisses, which mom loved. She put one foot up on the small ledge built into the wall, meant to accommodate a foot for thorough cleaning. Now I could also see the bottom of her pussy, peeking out from below those cheeks.

One of mom's hands reached back and took hold of a cheek for a moment, caressing it and then giving it a gentle pull to the side for a moment, briefly exposing her little pink knot.

"Don't forget, clean me all over…" she whispered, almost like she wasn't talking to me. She seemed to be in a trance.

As scared as I was, I remembered that mom had washed my cock, although she used the cloth to grip and touch it. Somehow that maintained the air of innocence about all this. So I did the same. I put more of the cleanser in the cloth and began massaging her butt, getting a thick layer of suds all over the cheeks. Without the water directly beating down on her, the suds stayed, her ass looking so very enticing in the steamy chamber.

"Ohhhhhh, yessssss, baby…" she sigh-whispered as I gently moved my hand and the cloth in, washing her pucker. Mom squirmed and shivered, but then I moved down and under, sliding the cloth over her bald pussy. This made mom moan, and she almost squeezed her legs shut on my hand. I moved slowly, gently back and forth, ostensibly cleaning her. I actually was, of course, but that was mostly just a side effect of me groping mom's smooth mound and lips.

"I'd better let you get the front, too," she breathed, turning around to face me again, her smooth cunt in my face. I palmed it with the cloth, washing gently, applying stroking pressure with my thumb and making her shiver and squirm. She gasped as I leaned in and kissed the thin, sensitive skin over her pubic mound, just as she had done to me. I kissed it maybe three times before I felt her hands on my cheeks.

"My good little boy," she sighed. "Come up now and let mommy give you kissies for being so attentive."

I rose to my feet and mom gently pulled me into her, our slippery bodies meeting as she pressed her lips to mine, giving the longest, softest, most loving kiss I had ever experienced. The cloth dropped from my grip and I rested my hands on her waist, just holding her, gently but firmly, like a lover.

I wish I could describe the kiss. It wasn't erotic, not really. There was no making out, no tongues tangling, but it was deep, and so warm, the taste of her infusing my whole being. It was like one of the great all-time kisses in silver screen movies between a romantic couple, the climax of a passionate scene, and the highlight of the movie. It made me feel romantic to kiss her this way, just like she was kissing me. It was loving and so caring, tender and expressive.

It was perfect.

Mom's body slowly undulated against mine, her pussy pressed to my cock, which I could feel was very slowly awakening. I was in no danger of ruining this moment with a new hardon, but he was definitely waking up. Ah well. Mom must have felt a stir, because she giggled and finally ended the kiss, gently biting my lower lip and tugging for a moment before dragging her tongue up my mouth, a sexy smirk on her face.

"Is somebody looking to say hello?" she asked in a mischievous voice, her eyes twinkling. She kept her pussy pressed to me and moved it around a little, teasing me.

"I was hoping the little bastard would stay down until we at least got outta the shower," I sighed, shaking my head but doing mothing to move away from mom. "So now what?"

"Want a dare?" she asked, smiling.

"Uhhh, sure," I said, not exactly remembering whose turn it was.

"I dare you to give mommy a massage," she said softly, holding me close still and pressing her pussy into me. "Mommy will be naked, but you can massage her just like you used to."

I wasn't about to turn down an opportunity to keep fondling mom's fabulous bod, so I just nodded. "Let's get you out of the water, then…"

Mom nodded and waited while I turned off the water. She then took my hand and let me escort her out of the shower stall and onto the rub. She put her arms in the air while I wrapped her in a fluffy towel. Then she put a towel around her hair before kneeling in front of me and wrapping me in one. She took my hand and led me into her bedroom. I had always loved how sensual this room felt.

"We'll dry each other, and then I'll sit on the bed so you can towel my hair, honey," she said softly. She took my towel from me and gently, thoroughly dried me off, even making sure to get the underside of my cock and my balls. She kissed my stomach occasionally while she did it. Then it was my turn, and I dried her lovely body gently, almost caressing it with the towel.

Mom sighed happily and plunked her naked butt down on the bed. "Do you know how to pat-dry a woman's hair, baby?" she asked. I nodded and began carefully patting her long, dark hair dry, until it was just damp. I'd practiced with my girlfriends when we were at a pool, or had showered at one of our houses. Mom sat and waited contentedly, her eyes closed while I did my duty. Finally, her hair was done, and she smiled up at me as I stood in front of her.

"Such a dutiful son," she whispered, caressing my stomach with her hand, but looking directly at my cock, inches from her face. "Are you ready to give mommy a rubdown now? I have some extra-special massage lotion I'll let you use."

I nodded and mom stood and turned around, getting on her giant bed on all fours. She crawled slowly across the bed to the far corner, to one of her nightstands. I stared helplessly at her gorgeous ass and her tantalizing pussy, which seemed to me like it was glistening. Maybe I hadn't dried it as well as I thought?

Mom was reaching inside the drawer of the nightstand when she turned her head to look over her shoulder at me, still on all fours. She smirked and giggled a little, giving her butt a wiggle that set my cock stirring again.

Finally, she found what she was looking for and turned to crawl back across the bed toward me on all fours, her amazing tits wobbling below her. She kept her eyes locked on mine as she reached me. She got up into a kneeling position now, sitting back on her heels and holding up a bottle full of a clear substance.

"I've been waiting to crack open this bad boy, but no guy recently was worth it," she said, smiling at me. "Until now, and it turns out he was under my roof the whole damn time. Most guys suck as massages, but you were always wonderful, Aaron. Get two more towels, please, this stuff is very viscous."