Just as mom finished stripping off and went walk over to the bath she shouted
“Shit!”
“What mom?”
I replied knowing something was wrong,
“I haven’t wrapped your arms, the plaster will be ruined if I don’t cover your arms.”
With that mom trotted to the door and went through it naked into the hall, through the front room and into the kitchen leaving me standing there bare while I watched mom go about her travels.
A few moments later she returned with a couple of carrier bags and some ducting tape.
“This i’ll have to do for the time being”
as mom re-entered the bathroom and come around to my front. I then stood there, not moving an inch as mom covered my arms and hands with the bags and taped up the ends to my upper arms. Noticing that mine and her own body was less than a foot away from one another and my hard on just tantalisingly a few inches away from her crotch area mom jokingly said.
“Now don’t get any ideas!” then smiled as she wallowed in the fact that she was still having this effect on me.
Having finished this mom then walked over to the bath and beckoned me over. Grabbing onto my hips she instructed me to put one leg over into the bath which I did. Mom then let go of me as she then stepped completely into the bath and put her palms back on my hips as she again instructed me to step into the bath with my other foot. As we both stood there virtually against one another due to the limits of the space, mom asked me to turn right and face the shower head then used her right hand to close the shower door on the ledge of the bath, which went ssshhh as it rode along the rail. With the door and shield running the best part of 2 thirds of the way along the bath mom could now help me take a shower knowing there would be no water spraying on the floor.
Helping me to shuffle up to the end of the bath where the shower was mom again instructed me.
“Mat, for crying out loud don’t start shuffling about when the waters on as we’ve got no grip up this end, I don’t want us going over ok?”
She was right, as the plug end of the bath was at the same end as the window it forced the plumber to put the shower at the other end. This made it quite tricky standing there even on your own when the shower was on taking away your grip even with the help of a mat. As I didn’t answer mom gently smacked me once on the arse to get my attention.
“You listening Mat?”
I then nodded as mom’s right arm came around and switched on the shower, her body rubbing up against mine as she did.
We both gasped as we tried to get our breath back when the cold water hit us,
“Jesus! that’s cold”
Mom shouted as we waited for the water to turn hot. We stood there like startled rabbits as we encouraged the hot water to appear, which in a couple of short moments duly did. As the steam rose, mom again lent over and took the shower head off its hook and started soaking me all over including my hair. Making sure I was totally soaked all over, mom replaced the hose and left it running then took shower gel from the shelf, again her body nudging into mine.