“Feel nice, don’t they?” she asked. “You just missed me shaving them.”
“Don’t suppose you shaved anything else?” I coyly asked. I had never been with a woman who was completely shaved downstairs, so the question was half joke, half curiosity.
“I didn’t, but would you want me too?” she replied. She could see that I was excited by the idea, so mom reached for her razor and shaving gel, sat on the edge of the tub, and said, “Okay, but only if you help me.”
I sat up straight and my face got serious. I had never shaved a woman’s pussy, and the thought of hurting her was less than exciting.
“I don’t know,” I said. “What if I cut you by accident?”
She laughed and gestured me over. “I won’t let you hurt me. Don’t worry.”
She lathered up some of the shaving gel and spread it all over her pussy, from the lips and her inner thighs to the little mound of pubic hair above. She put the razor in my hand and guided my stroke down her inner thigh. When that stroke was done, I rinsed off the razor and made a second stroke right next to it. I continued to repeat this until we had cleaned up the area around her thighs and pussy lips. I brought the razor up to her pubic area and stopped before proceeding.
“You sure you want me to continue?” I said.
She looked at me with a grin and said, “If my lover wants it, I want it.”
Together, we removed every last hair until she was smooth as the day she was born.
“Do you like it?” she asked, ignoring the fact that I was staring intently at her newly smooth pussy.
“I think I love it,” I said. “But I need to give it a test drive.”
I pulled her out of the tub and walked her into the spacious stand-up rain shower. As how water poured over our heads, I pulled mom in close, put my hand between her legs and began to run my fingers over he now cleanly shaven pussy. Her eyes closed and her head tilted back as I rubbed her clit with my finger tips over and over. Her arousal made me hard, and she immediately took notice.
As I continued to play with her pussy, she stroked me to a full erection. Once there, she looked at me coyly and said, “So, I did something for you that you’d fantasized about. Do I get the favor returned?”
Not sure what to expect, but knowing she wouldn’t lead me astray, I said “Fair is fair.”
“Okay,” she said. “But just remember you said that.”
Then, she sat on the stone shower bench and took my hard member in her mouth. She did her usual magic tongue work until I was just about ready to pop. She could sense the throbbing in my shaft and see my balls tighten, so she looked up at me with those same devilish eyes I’d seen so many times.
Just then, she pulled my cock from her mouth and pointed it at her tits. Stream after stream of creamy white seed plastered her breasts and dripped down her stomach to her now smooth pussy. By the time I was done, her front side looked like a painting by one of those artists who throws paint against a wall.
I looked down at her smiling face and asked her if the favor had been repaid. She laughed and said, “Not until you lick it off.”