"What happened last night?" was the first thought that entered Jason's mind when he woke up the next morning. He was in a huge bed in a strange bedroom flooded with morning sunlight. As he grew more and more alert, he moved and felt a wet spot on the bed. Tentatively, he reached down into his groin and could feel the dried remnants of his lovemaking with Sylvia's mother in his pubic hair. "It was real!" he thought, his mind spinning. "I wasn't dreaming! Sylvia's mom and I did do all those things!"
He sat up and looked around, his mind filled with confusion and fear. What would happen if anybody found out? How was he going to face Sylvia and - Oh, God! - her father? And how was he going to face Sylvia's mother? He saw a towel and washcloth lying folded on the dresser. "I guess I can start by taking a bath and getting myself cleaned up," he mused. That would keep him busy for a while and would delay his having to go downstairs and face people he didn't want to face.
He got up, slipped on his jeans and a T-shirt, and headed for the bathroom. It was, like the rest of the house, huge and filled with things he'd never seen in a bathroom before. There was, as Sylvia had said, a Jacuzzi, and the sauna, and the shower stall was larger than the bathroom in the mobile home he and his parents lived it. He figured out how to turn the water on, got it warm enough, and stepped inside.
As he stood under the pelting hot spray of the shower, he thought about all that had happened since he arrived at the Dooley house the day before and a sense of amazement filled his mind. He'd hoped to get laid one day, that was for sure, but he never dreamed his first lover would be Sylvia's mother! And he certainly didn't expect it to happen the first night he was there. He didn't for the life of him understand why the woman had done what she had. He did know he wasn't sorry he'd been the recipient of her attentions. He wondered what she'd act like when she saw him this morning, and was sure that, somehow, everybody else in the house would know what had happened.
He stood under the stream of hot water with his eyes closed, lost in thought, savoring how wonderful it felt. He was shocked when he felt a warm hand slide around his hip. It moved downward then he felt fingers encircling his penis, which was half-hard from his memories about what Sylvia's mother had done to him the night before. Jason stiffened. "Wha...?" he exclaimed. He opened his eyes, turned his head and, over his shoulder, he saw Sylvia's mother's flushed face.
She gave him a warm smile. "Good morning, Jason. Do you like what I'm doing to you?" she murmured as she stroked his penis, making it harder and harder. "You don't want me to stop, do you?"
"Ah...yeah...no...ah...I...um...like it...don't stop," Jason stammered, while her hand continued to massage him to full, throbbing erection. "Jesus, I don't believe this!" he thought. "Damn! It's going to happen again!"
"I heard you go into the bathroom and I couldn't resist joining you," Sylvia's mother murmured. She let her free hand roam over Jason's soap-slick body while the other one continued to pump his now-hard organ.
"No! Oh, no!" Jason groaned. "I-I don't mind...not...not at...at all!" He felt his legs getting rubbery. He had an opportunity to see Sylvia's mother's body in full light for the first time, so he turned around and studied it. Her body wasn't perfect, but it was - in his opinion - pretty damn close to perfect, and he thought it looked even better now that he could see it in the light. Her smooth white skin glistened with jewel-like droplets of water deposited on it by the shower. Her nipples were hard and she rubbed them against his arm while her hand stroked him. What she was doing was making him feel incredibly good.
"I love taking a shower with a man," Sylvia's mother murmured. "I always have. It can be so delightful. Would you like to give me a bath, Jason?"
"Ah...yeah...sure..." the befuddled young man stammered. He realized he was still holding the soapy washcloth in his hand, so he grabbed the soap, got the cloth filled with suds, and began to wash Sylvia's mother's body. His hand was shaking and, at first, his actions were clumsy, but Sylvia's mother uttered a soft moan of contentment when he began sliding the cloth up and down her back.
When he had her back covered with suds, he got bolder and moved his efforts down, to her bottom, which was very firm and had a wonderful shape, he discovered as he ran the soap-filled cloth over it.
"My goodness, Jason, you certainly know how to give a woman a wonderful bath," Sylvia's mother murmured.
"Are-are we alone?" Jason asked as he continued to sweep the sudsy cloth over Sylvia's mother's skin. He still had some presence of mind and couldn't believe she would do something like this with family in the house. The Dooleys seemed to be a strange family, but he didn't think they were that strange.
"My-my husband's off...playing...golf," Sylvia's mother gasped in reply. "With...his...friends. Brenda...she's gone...horseback riding. And...Sylvia...she isn't home, either." She tugged his erection gently. "My goodness, Jason, that feels so nice! Don't stop!" She turned around to face him.
"I wonder where Sylvia is," Jason thought but, as he stood there, staring at Sylvia's mother's nude, wet body, thoughts of Sylvia faded from his mind. He knew from what he'd seen in the moonlight the night before that Sylvia's mother had a good body, maybe even an incredible body. The thing was, he had nothing in his past experience to compare it to. His eyes traveled from her face to her chest, where he saw that her breasts, which he knew were firm because he'd held them, looked just as good in bright light as they had in moonlight. And her nipples were even larger than he'd thought. "God, I'd love to suck on them! Maybe, the way things are going, I'll get to!" he thought eagerly.
His eyes continued moving downward, taking inventory of the wonderful things he was seeing for the first time. Sylvia's mother's belly was just slightly convex, and he could see traces of stretch marks, reminders that she had borne two children. He found the stretch marks fascinating.
"I love having you look at me, Jason, but I want you to wash me!" Sylvia's mother said, her tone urgent.
Jason's hand was shaking as he reached out and resumed washing Sylvia's mother. He did her shoulders next, then her chest. While his hands moved over her warm, slick flesh, he could hear her gasping for breath. Then she surprised him by jerking the washcloth out of his hands.
"I think it would feel a lot nicer if you spread the lather around with your bare hands, don't you, Jason?" she murmured.
"Ah...yes, ma'am," Jason replied, and began doing what Sylvia's mother asked him to do. He laid his trembling hands on her and began spreading the lather and caressing her. He found her skin soft, warm, and very smooth. He worked on her shoulders first, then moved his shaking hands down to her chest and began massaging her breasts. Her nipples, rigid as little fingers, felt rubbery against his palms. She gasped and took hold of his wrist while he massaged them.
"Oh, darling, that feels so wonderful!" Sylvia's mother murmured.
Jason spent a considerable amount of time "washing" Sylvia's mother's breasts and nipples then, reluctantly, he began moving his caresses lower, down onto her lower chest and belly. Her skin rippled as his hands moved over it, spreading lather, inflaming her with need. He looked at her face and could see the desire in her eyes. What he saw energized him. "I'm really turning her on!" he thought. "She really loves this!" His caresses continued, moving farther and farther downward, toward the mass of wet pubic hair between the lovely woman's legs.
"Isn't this wonderful, Jason?" Sylvia's mother asked while the young man's hands continued to slide over her bare skin. She'd gotten her hands soapy, too, and was doing some of the same things to him he was doing to her, much to his delight.
"Ah...yeah...this...this is awesome!" Jason stammered in reply. His hands were on Sylvia's mother's lower belly now, moving toward her pubic hair. He had an erection that felt even stiffer than it had the night before and he could feel his heart pounding in his chest. He inhaled sharply, and so did Sylvia's mother, when his fingers began sliding into her pubic hair.
"Yes, my darling, go ahead, you can touch me there...I want you to!" Sylvia's mother purred.
Jason slid his hand between her legs and could feel the soft, silky lips that formed the outer surface of her vagina. His fingers rubbed over a stiff protrusion, almost like a tiny finger, at the upper edge of her opening and she jolted and gasped.
