Andrew is staying with his mother's friend Ida for the weekend so he can attend his university convocation. The big day is here, and he's decided to ease his nerves in the shower in anticipation of his walk across the stage. Much to his surprise, Ida has decided to join him in a bid a save hot water, and she's pulled aside the shower curtain at the worst possible moment.
Now, with both of them covered in the sticky results of Andrew's "stress relief," Ida enters the shower with him so they can clean themselves up.
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Ida stepped into the shower without missing a beat. Her full body was just centimeters from Andrew's, and her presence made him feel small. She turned towards the temperature controls, placing her full, round backside within a hair's breadth of his erection. He could see the way it creased at the place where it met her upper thighs, and the minute dimples on its soft surface. When she leaned forwards to place her hand on the knob, he caught a glimpse of her labia between her buttocks.
He realized then just how exaggerated the movement was. She was leaning over much farther than she needed to—pressing her backside much closer to him than she needed to. And as she turned the knob, he realized that she'd shifted her head ever so slightly so that she could look at him sidelong over her shoulder. The water temperature had changed a little, but she'd stopped turning. She was simply waiting there, naked under the water, ass upraised and almost touching him.
Even though he'd climaxed just moments before—still had ropes of semen running down his shaft and bare legs—he felt the heat return to his midsection and his heart speed up again. It felt as if it had been weeks since his last orgasm. He was overcome by an urgent need to join with Ida's full, mature body, and before he could stop himself, his hands found her hips.
The flesh there was firm but yielding. It was warm, and even though the water had gone tepid, he felt heat spring up through his arms and race through him at the breakneck pace of his beating heart. He grew lightheaded, felt his erection throb in the open air, and had the sudden sense that there was an invisible string drawing the tip of his cock towards the place where Ida's thick thighs ended. But all at once, the second he felt the ecstasy of her hips in his hands, she stood up and turned on him.
"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?"
For a terrified moment he thought he'd gotten it all wrong. Had she really just meant to save water by joining him like that? It was ridiculous to think, but had she really—
Andrew looked down and saw that she was holding a soap bottle upside down in one had, just below her breasts. Her other hand waited below it, palm up, level with her belly. She gave the bottle a squeeze, and her cupped hand filled with light blue body wash. As she squeezed, Andrew's eyes wandered down to her groin, where her pubic hair and thick thighs still dripped with his cum.
When he lifted his eyes back up to meet hers, she moved closer to him—close enough that his erection brushed against her belly, and his scrotum against the soft hair that covered her labia. There was a fresh burst of heat in him then, sourceless and overpowering, and his mouth fell open. The look of mischief was still in her eyes, which had come intensely close to his own. He looked into them for an instant before she leaned past his face and whispered into his ear:
"Didn't I say we'd both better get cleaned up?"
He felt the heat of her breath on his ear, and at the same time felt her hand close on his cock, slick and cool with body wash. He'd expected it somehow, but the rush of it was almost too much. Ida—Ida, friend of his mother, a woman full in years and experience, and whose allure he hadn't truly appreciated until today—pressed herself towards him, took him in her practiced grip, and began to stroke. Andrew's eyes rolled back, his mouth went slack, and his knees grew weak.
"Aaah—ah—y—yes you did—I mean—"
