When I was 17 I had to go to a foster care service, I was only months away from my 18th Birthday. My life at home wasn’t good and I was taken from there, it was that or jail I guess. Then I moved in with Foster Parents. Mr. Reynolds was OK, but he worked a lot and I hardly saw him, Mrs. Reynolds, “Mom” as she wanted me to call her was nice also but a little weird. Weird as neurotic, about cleanliness, they never had children of their own and I was the 4th child that they had taken in since beginning their Foster Parent Career. Since they were older, around mid-to late 50’s I didn’t really know how to act other than as good as I could not wanting to get into trouble. I had heard the horror stories of Foster care.
For my 18th Birthday she took me out for a day of whatever I wanted to do. We had such fun, acting like a couple in that was in love. Holding hands as I drug her around to see everything I wanted. She was so good to me taking me everywhere I wanted to go that day.
Mom was nice enough and even though she was old she was fun. We always went to places like the Movies, or Museums, always doing something fun. When we got home it was always bath time, I liked bath time! Mom would bathe me, always making sure I was thoroughly clean. It embarrassed me, but I felt I had no choice in the matter. She would scrub me down good, making sure my ears were clean, under my arms and my small but always erect dick when she washed it too. I loved it when she soaped it up. She never used a washcloth on it, saying it might hurt me, so she used her soft hands on it. It always felt wonderful when she wash me.
Sometimes she would call me in the bathroom to talk to her as she bathed. Never ashamed of, or trying to hide her body from my eager eyes. One afternoon I asked her if she wanted me to wash her like she did me. Her smile said it all! I took the soap from her, not using a washcloth, but just my hands and started at her neck, washing her as gently as she did me. Making sure all the soap was rinsed off her before moving on to another section of her body. She was slightly over weight and her breasts hung low on her chest, with large nipples that I loved to watch as they got chill bumps on them. And her bush was a lush forest of dark thick hair.
I washed her whole body taking extra care as she told me, on her rectum as she called it. I noticed when I washed her there she always would shiver when my fingertip brushed the puckered opening of it. Then moving my hand up to her front making sure I got her pussy really clean.
“A woman must make sure she is free of odor and bacteria down there!”
She told me. I spent 30 minutes washing her until her bath water was getting cold. She then asked me to dry her off since I had done such a good job bathing her.
I grabbed a thick towel and began at her head working slowly so not to miss a drop, I worked my way to her feet. As I was on my knees drying her legs and feet I was face first in her crotch. I leaned forward and smelled her hairy pussy, I took a deep breath of her wonderful smell.
“Do I pass the test?” she asked with a smile for me.
“Yes Mom, you smell like fresh soap!” I told her looking for her approval!
As I finished Mom pulled me to her bare breasts and hugged me tightly, telling what a good boy I was then she kissed me. Not in a mother/son kiss but she stuck her tongue in my mouth, I was shocked never having kissed like that before but I wasn’t going to argue and I kissed her like that back.
Since it was 2 P.M. she said I should go lay down and try to rest some from our mornings outing. I did after I stripped to my underwear, knowing I was not allowed to lie on the bed in my clothes. Mom came in shortly to make sure I was comfortable and lay beside me, She always tickled my back to get me to sleep, and I loved it and her! Mom told me.
