Daniel joined his mother in the shower. She dragged him in and slammed the door. They stared at each other, their faces separated by the spray of water. Daniel couldn't believe how sexy she was. Her head was at an angle, and she chewed her bottom lip as she jerked him off. Her skin was wet and slippery with soap. Her muddy eyes were sinful.
He lifted his face up to the water, enjoying the sensation of Charlotte's hand shuffling up and down his hard throbbing cock. Water raced down his body, massaging him, untying the knots in his muscles. His light brown hair turned black and hung in front of his eyes.
The shower cubicle was in the corner of the bathroom. Sliding glass doors at right angles on stainless steel rails formed a cubicle against the tiled walls. Steam enveloped them. Water bounced off the tiles. It poured down Charlotte's face. It hit her hair first, flooding it, turning it sleek and glossy. It rushed down her back, spraying and spitting. It cascaded down the swell of her ass. She turned. It splashed against her chest. It sluiced off the angle of her breasts. It raced down her legs. Droplets of water clung to the dark tangle of her pubic hair.
Daniel marvelled at the sight of her.
"You okay?" she panted.
They had agreed not to do this. That last time making love was meant to be just that - the last time. She knew he had serious doubts, but she trusted her wet naked body was enough to suppress them.
He nodded. Whatever moral qualms he had evaporated like steam. He found it hard to breathe, impossible to speak. He stepped forward to kiss her, feeling the hot water explode against the back of his head, and over his shoulders, but Charlotte smiled wickedly. She avoided the kiss. Instead she dropped to her knees on the black tiles.
She kissed the tip of her son's cock. He felt a fleeting ecstacy, like a rare butterfly had landed there. Then she tugged at it, working it back and forth angrily in her fist. She never glanced down the whole time, unable to break eye contact. They fucked each other with their eyes. The head of his cock stood proud and throbbing. He grunted. She licked the underside of it, from his balls to the tip. She ran her tongue around the rim of his helmet, like an angelic tour guide who knew the short-cut to Paradise.
"Oh, that feels so good!"
"You have no idea how good this is going to get!" Charlotte's opened her mouth wide, eager to take him. She swallowed his cock. He gazed into her eyes as she sucked.
"Charlotte, you're so fucking hot."
Her skin was shiny with soap and water. Her hair was a slick black river.
"I can't talk right now," she mumbled.
Water sluiced down his wide chest, down his flat hard stomach. It dribbled down the shaft of his penis, into her mouth. His cock carried drops of water to her lips like an aqueduct.
He wound his hands in her hair, forcing her face into his groin.
Charlotte was surprised by the strength in his arms, and suddenly found it impossible to resist him. But she knew what he wanted, so she gave it to him. She gave it to him hard.
She devoured the full length of his cock. She took him right into her throat. He knew she had done this before. He could see why his father had married her. She throat-fucked him hurriedly, working herself into a frenzy. He glanced down at her, and he couldn't see his mother any more. All he could see were her eyes wide open, her lips clamped around the root of his cock, and lots of dripping wet hair. She convulsed, backwards and forwards. She plunged her lips onto him. Her mouth was warm and tight. She pulled back, sucking strenuously at his bell end, imagining it was a gobstopper and she wanted to get to the next colour.
Daniel let himself go. He roared with pleasure. He jolted. White sticky cum splurged out of his cock. Charlotte didn't even blink. She slurped, taking it all down. She was thirsty for the stuff. Charlotte wanted the taste of it, needed the forbidden thrill of swallowing it. She licked her son's dick clean.
His heart stammered. "That was amazing!"
Charlotte stood up. They faced each other. Water danced over their bodies. It thrummed and surged. Christ, she was beautiful! Daniel moved in to kiss her but she refused him again. She took hold of his shoulders and pushed him down.
"My turn," she said.
She shoved him to his knees, and grabbed his hair. She pulled his face between her legs.
Daniel reached up with both hands and massaged her buttocks. Water slipped over his hands. He buried his face between her thighs. He licked her pussy. He lapped at her lips, tasting her juices. He probed with his tongue.
He licked her inside, and outside. He kissed, he sucked.
"Uhnnnnn! That's gooood!"
He slipped his tongue inside her again. She opened her legs even wider. He thrust inside her, keeping his tongue straight. As he licked her, he heard the faint sound of his phone bleeping. It was Emma again. He didn't care.
He felt his way up the cleft between her labia. His tongue flicked her clitoris.
Charlotte whimpered.
He sucked it in.
"Uhn!" She was lost in the sensation.
He did it again.
"Uhn! Fuuuuuck! That's incredible!"
He felt it swell beneath his tongue. He nibbled gently.
"Oh! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!"
He rolled his tongue. He slipped it around her clitoris, creating a tight moist tube. Using tiny motions, he moved her clitoris rapidly in and out of the sheath made by his tongue.
"Who taught you that? Shiiiiit!"
She jerked suddenly. Her body spasmed. Her hips bucked. She pulled his hair.
"Fuuuuuck meeeee!!!!" She screamed.
Daniel stood up, a grin on his face.
Charlotte's hair was soaking wet; it was black and tight. It made her pretty face sharper, sculpting the line of her cheeks, emphasising her eyes, accentuating her dark eyebrows. She seemed to understand the impact that such erotic minimalism had on him: she gazed at him with her lips apart but didn't say a word.
There was no need to speak. They grabbed each other. They kissed, mouths open. Their tongues fought for supremacy. Steam impregnated their world. They fucked in soft focus.
Hot water surged over them. Hot water slipped over and into their erogenous zones. It felt as though the stream of water was another lover in a phantom threesome, licking them, sliding over them. The intense blast of water became a horny elemental spirit, possessing them both.
He fucked her up against the wall, with the water drumming on their skin. She slipped one leg around him. He took hold of her ass and lifted her. Her back slid against the tiles. She pressed one hand against the shoulder muscle of his back. With her other hand, she dragged his lips to her heaving breasts. She stared up at the bathroom ceiling. Her mouth was open. Strands of her hair clung to the tiles. She moaned.
Daniel turned her around. He slipped his cock inside her. He drove her from behind.
Her breasts were pressed against the glass. They rubbed up and down, making flat circles.
"Uhhhhhhnnnnnn!" She turned her head. She couldn't quite push her mouth on his, but their tongues met.
He reached around, using his fingers to stimulate her clitoris again.
"Ohhhhhhhhh oh oh oh oh!"
"Uhn, fuuuck!" he cried.
They came, with him blasting into her, and her bucking against him, and both wanting more.
By the time they were done in the shower, the morning had gone. The midday sun blazed.
"What shall we do with the rest of the day?" Daniel asked.
"Well, I don't know about you. But I need a rest. I'm going to sunbathe."
"Sounds like a plan." He was exhausted, utterly wasted.
"I'll meet you out there," she said.
Daniel was more than happy to spend the afternoon in the garden with his mother. Both of them would be wearing very little. He decided on a pair of shorts. He walked outside and the sun roasted him. He lay down on his stomach, his eyes closed, enjoying the heatwave. He had no strength in his arms or legs. His skin glowed. He was like a lizard, drawing energy from the scorching sky.
"Here you go," she said. She pressed an ice-cold beer against the back of his neck.
"Oh, that's nice."
She stood behind him, running the cold can up and down, over his muscular torso, before popping the top and handing it to him. He looked round. In her other hand she held a glass of rose wine.
"Wow!" he said.
She stood over him, blocking out the sun. She wore a wide-brimmed straw hat, with her hair tied up inside it. It left her neck bare, long and sensual. She wore sunglasses. Daniel could see himself reflected in them. She stepped back, rolling out a blanket onto the grass. She was wearing that blue bikini. The one she knew he had been watching her sunbathe in, the one that drove him crazy. It was probably a size too small for her. Her breasts were barely restrained by the two triangles of thin blue polyester secured around her neck with a narrow string. The V-string bottoms followed an enticing curve, covering her groin then passing between her buttocks to become a tiny triangle of material just below the small of her back, and held in place around the hips with a thin elasticated strap. She bent over to adjust the blanket, and Daniel's heart skipped a beat as he stared at his mother's ass.
Charlotte smirked. She wanted him to look.
Seagulls somersaulted high above in a pale blue sky. Somewhere, cats were fighting. Bees buzzed, busily investigating the flower beds.
She applied lotion to her legs and arms. Daniel watched as she rubbed white cream into her body. He couldn't help but think of last night, when she had smeared his cum over her breasts and stomach, and down into her cunt. He was aware his cock was bulging against the fabric of his shorts.
