“What’s wrong hon?” Mom asked.
“Where the hell is the sponge? I just used it yesterday before I went grocery shopping.” I said puzzled.
“I don’t know baby, I din’t have any others.” Mom stated. “Guess you’ll just have to use your hand then.”
My hand? That would mean I have to touch her everywhere directly. Once again the wave of guilt and shame began to loom over me. At least last time I had the sponge as a buffer between me and Mom’s skin, but this just got real. I started to poor some of the purple goop in my hand and looked down at Mom who had a weird grin on her face. She was still on the medication so I don’t think she realized she was even doing it. Did she plan this? She must have waited till I was out, came in here, and snatched the sponge out of the shower. That would mean that she deliberately wanted me to make full contact with all of her naked parts. It was pretty clever, so I decided to call her bluff. Now we BOTH wanted this.
Her shoulders were first and then more of the outer extremities got washed. I tried to stall as long as I could by wasting too much time on cleansing the less intimate areas. As predicted, Mom was starting to look a little annoyed. I decided to appease her and squeezed more girl soap in my hand. I surprised her and cupped both of Moms breasts from behind and started a gentle scrub.
Funny how I wanted to teach her a lesson by trying not to initiate contact right away, then it backfired. The second I felt Mom’s silky, warm mounds in each hand, all logic flew out the window. Now I wanted this just as badly as she did. I cleansed Mom’s tits as if they were covered in tar. I began stroking them in a circular motion and pinching the ends just hard enough to arouse. This went on for quite a while and I could tell instantly by Mom’s erect nipples that she was into it.
I spun Mom around so we were facing each other and started the process all over again. Mom closed her eyes as I continued pawing at her succulent bosom. The only thing I was thinking was how badly I wanted to use my tongue in place of my hands to clean them. I never really knew how much of an arousal this could be for a woman. This held especially true in my Mother’s case. She remained silent but i could tell by the way she writhed her soaking wet body, she was enjoying it. I don’t think I’ve ever seen a woman that turned on. Mom spun away from me and turned her head back.
“Only one spot left!” she sang playfully.
It seemed that this whole act was now consensual. I quickly put more soap on my hands and couldn’t wait to scrub her down there. I held Mom steady as she spread her feet apart and without hesitation, I put the flat of my slimy palm across the entire length of her gash. It felt wonderful! I instinctively started to explore every inch of her warm wet pussy. Mom let out a few soft moans while I fiddled with all of her womanly parts. She knew that I was now officially into it.
The motions continued for quite a while. I’m sure she was more than clean by now but I just couldn’t stop. I gradually introduced a fingertip inside of her and began to stimulate the skin folds surrounding it. I Looked down at Mom’s face and she was in complete bliss as she cooed aloud. Now on my knees, I sunk a few of my fingers deeper into her incredibly wet chasm and began to undulate her lower half rapidly. Mom started to howl in unison. I looked down at myself to see that my cock couldn’t be any harder. The head was engorged and dark red. I couldn’t believe this was all due to my own mother. This was all just a playful teenage touch and feel session before. I wasn’t prepared for what happened next.
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