When it was done, we both breathed deeply.
“God that felt amazing,” I moaned in my mother’s ear a moment after I finished. “I can’t believe we just did that.”
She was still breathing heavily. “Neither can I. Getting fucked by my son wasn’t exactly on wish list this year, or any other year. But I enjoyed it.”
“So did I, obviously. Thanks for letting me do this.”
“There’s no need to thank me,” she replied. “It was necessity. And I needed that more than you did. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have guests to attend to.”
She gave me a gentle push to get my flaccid cock out of her body. She got off the edge of the washing machine, and without bothering to clean her cum drenched pussy, she put her panties on and left the basement with a smile.
***
It was night when the party was finally over. I watched my mother say her ‘goodbyes’ to the last of our guests with hugs and smiles, and when they left, she gave me a look of appreciation.
“I’m so glad this party turned out well,” she said happily, but exhausted. “It was almost an utter disaster.”
“What can I say? You can manage anything.”
She smiled back at me and replied, “Thanks for everything. You’ve been a tremendous help today and you’re the only man in my life. The only one that matters, anyway. I want to make sure you understand that.”
“I’m always glad to be of service.”
Her look of appreciation suddenly turned into something more serious.
“Look, I know what we did today isn’t normal by any means. And, well, there are still some things I want to go over with you. Come to my room in a few minutes. I really need to clear my head first.”
***
I waited a few minutes like she asked. When I headed towards the stairs to see her, I saw that her black boots were sloppily tossed on the stairway. Her red dress was left on the hallway floor upstairs. Finally, I saw her bra by the entrance to her bedroom, and her panties by the bathroom door.
As I followed her trail of clothing and undergarments, I approached her bathroom which was filled with the sound of her shower running. It was loud, and when I saw the view inside her bathroom, I understood why- her shower door was wide open and steam was everywhere.
I stood in awe of my mother’s nudity. Seeing parts of her at different times was one thing, but seeing her bare physique in its entirety was something else. Her body looked jaw dropping as she stood under the steamy running water, letting the soap and shampoo flow freely down her frame. It was especially arousing watching her breasts jiggle while her hands were up rubbing her hair in the water.
She suddenly realized that I was standing there watching her after the shampoo was rinsed off, and she said, “I was just finishing up. Why don’t you join me? You look like you could use a hot shower.”
I didn’t need to be offered twice. I pulled my clothes off and threw them on the floor, the same way she had carelessly threw her clothes off around the house. Her eyes were curiously looking at my naked body the same way I had looked at hers. And when I got in the shower with her, she greeted me with a big hug, pressing her breasts and nipples firmly against my body.