As he turned around under the jet of water to let it wet his back he watched her through the soft fog of steam. Already dressed in her underwear: Black satin panties and a matching lace camisole. The idea of confining her breasts in a bra too much after the freedom of the day. Magnificently she strode to the dressing table and took a brush from the top. Bending at the waist, hanging her head downwards she began to brush the underside of her hair. With each stroking movement of her arm her breasts swung heavily under the black lace. Each brush stroke was followed by the other hand smoothing down the same trail, she did this several times until all of her hair was tangle free. She then flicked her head back and straightened her back and began to brush the top, giving him a perfect view of her statuesque beauty. He was thrilled by what he saw, his body reacting to this visual feast.
She turned to continue dressing, facing him directly. She raised the dress above her head and she let it fall to her shoulders. She helped it down from her shoulders and across her breasts and then let it fall free to cover just below the knee. The shoulders straps complemented the camisole straps but did not hide them. As much shoulder was on view as was wise this spring. She smoothed it down and checked the profile in the mirror.
She fit on her earrings and, almost absentmindedly, looked through to the shower. The shape and mannerisms, for a second, took her back to her husband and she realised that fruit of his loins was indeed a fine man now and so like his father.
“You have grown to be a fine son.” She said. “You take after your father in so many ways.”
He cleared some condensation and replied. “Can’t hear you mum, this water flow is great.”
She came closer. “I was just saying, you should get all the suds out.”
He stopped the water flow and opened the partition door. “Pass that towel please.”
He took the white towel from her outstretched hand saying, “You look lovely.”
“Thank you.” She smiled graciously.
He quickly dried his chest and legs and tied the towel around his waist. She took another from the rail.
“Turn around, let me dry your back.”
He did as instructed. She smoothed the thick softness across his shoulders and down the dip of his spine catching the droplets that clung to his skin. He felt her fingertip touch just below his shoulder blade.
“You have a dry patch here, does it bother you?”
“It can get a bit itchy sometimes but it’s hard to reach.”
Stepping away she moved swiftly to a shelf taking down a small jar, she removed the lid and returned to his side.
“This will cure you.” Her voice had a soothing tone.
Carefully applying the balm, working the soothing softness into the sensitive skin. Dipping her fingers back into the jar coating them with the salve and spreading it across his shoulders, working it into him with her thumb.
“That feels so good.” He wriggled his shoulders a little, feeling the release of tension. “Your fingers are still magic.” He smiled at her as she replaced the lid and set it back in its place.