After a few minutes the water pressure dropped sharply, and I knew that someone had gone into the other shower. I’d got out and started to dry myself when there was a knock on the door. After wrapping the towel round me I opened it to see Mum there, she said, “can I come in this shower please, we’ve slept in, Dad woke first and went into our shower knowing full well that I’ve got to be out before he does?”
“He’s an arsehole,” I said, and then added, “of course, you go through,” stepping aside, and then pulling the door closed behind me.
Mum didn’t argue the point of him being an arsehole, so we at least agreed on that.
I walked away three or four steps before realising that I hadn’t closed the door fully, and the fan in the room had caused the door to open slowly inwards. Giving in to temptation I went back to look at Mum in the shower, the glass had misted over, so I could only make out her shape.
Not wanting to get caught by Dad, I went to their room, made sure that he was still in the shower, and then went back and stood in the doorway watching her bathe. I could only see her outline, but when she turned into the right direction, I could make out the dark patches created by her nipples and pubic hair. Those beautiful thick, black nipples that I’d held between my fingers in the cinema, and the pubic hair that I so badly wanted to touch.
After some twenty seconds or so she stopped moving, and I knew that she’d seen me standing there, she waited, immobile for several seconds, and then reaching up, redirected the shower head onto the door.
There she was in all her glory, naked, totally naked, the view was a little vague as the water ran down the glass, but what I saw was enough to capture my attention totally.
We both stood there looking at each other, before my instincts took over and I was drawn into the bathroom, moving forward propelled by an invisible force, I opened the shower door and there she was. Her expression was one of fear, the water running down her body in rivers made some of her skin very red, and other parts not so.
My eyes ran over her entire body, her breasts hanging down a little seemed larger than I expected them to be, her nipples also bigger than expected. Her pubic hair, totally wet and matted, clung to her thighs. It looked blacker than I’d expected, but being wet, had lost it’s thickness, and with it the ability to conceal. Even from above I could see that her lips were hanging down and visibly apart.
We stood, looking at each other, my erection pushing out the front of my towel showed how aroused I was. Mum was licking her lips and blinking her eyes nervously, she was also running her hands up and down her hips. Added to that her rampant nipples and opened lips, gave an indication that I wasn’t the only one aroused.
Still we stood without speaking staring at each other, when my hand with a mind of it’s own, reaching out cupped her breast. Her eyes opened wide, and her nostrils flared, as feelings ran through her body.
Her breast was warm and wet, as you’d expect in the shower, but the feelings were more than just that. There was something quite different, that I can’t describe in words, it was a level of emotion that I’ve never even imagined was possible.
wpDiscuz