Being a good son, I tried once again to overt my gaze away from my completely nude Mother’s body. This made it increasingly difficult to assist her. I tried reaching only my arm in the shower, flailing aimlessly to hit her with some soap in an attempt to scrub her, but the big glass doors made things worse and water was getting everywhere. The last thing we needed was another slip and fall mishap.
Mom was getting agitated and finally shouted “Oh for fuck sake, just get in here with me baby!”
I wasn’t sure what to do. I just froze there hoping she was only kidding. She was not.
“I’m not getting in there and getting all wet.” I said in protest.
“Then just take your clothes off too.” She shot back.
Again I just froze not knowing how to tackle this. Was I about to get in the shower with my own Mother, naked? Mom just stood there waiting for me looking pretty serious. I began to strip and slowly slid the heavy door to one side.
“It’s not like I haven’t seen you naked before.” Mom said with a smirk.
The only way I could rationalize this was to blame the pain killers she was on. They were working, but they were obviously making her high as a kite.
I got completely into the large shower, slid the door closed and began to engulf myself in the warm water. It felt nice. Even though the two of us just stood there naked and wet, it gradually felt almost natural. After washing her long dark hair, I grabbed her sponge and squeezed a bunch of her pretty smelling female soap onto it. Neither of us said a word as I just stood behind her and started clumsily smearing the soap on her back. The awkward silence was almost too much to bare as I just stood there washing the same shoulder repeatedly. Finally Mom spoke up.
“You do know you have to wash me in other places than that?”
I just sighed “I know, sorry. This just feels weird.”
Mom just started to chuckle a little bit before she spoke again.
“It’s okay, you don’t have to be bashful. It’s only skin and it’s alright if you touch me, I’m not gonna bite. I’m your Mama and its perfectly normal to help me out even if it means touching my butt or looking at my boobs.” she said giggling.
Mom continued, “Weren’t you the one that was making jokes about how you used to suck on my boobs?”
That broke the tension between us and we both began to laugh. I started to move the sponge to different areas as Mom coached me where she needed scrubbing next. After completing all the basic areas, there were only two spots left to go. THE two spots! Mom knew I would have trouble as I reached for her chest from behind her.
Mom commanded “Aw just go for it, you can scrub my tits too it’s no big deal, you’ve already seen those.”
I reluctantly smashed the soapy sponge into one of them and started a clumsy scrubbing motion.
“Whoa baby, you gotta be gentle with those, a little softer please.” Mom warned.
Now I stared to move my hand in small circular motion barely touching them at all. Mom was getting annoyed at this point. She spun around facing me and put her good hand over mine.
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