She had just spent ten minutes berating her son for the grimy state that he was in. He laughed, and asked her how she expected him to look, after a hard day's graft on the building site. They had an easy relationship. They had always been close ever since her husband had left them. Toby had only been six then, and he had become her life. There had been other men, but if Toby hadn't liked them, they were shown the door, and Toby had not liked many of them. The ones that he had liked had not been able to handle the closeness between mother and son.
She told him to take his shirt off, and she would wash his back for him. He stood at the kitchen sink, stretched his arms up, and slipped his shirt over his head. She ran lots of steaming hot water into the sink. As an after thought, she added a little bath essence, and frothed up the water with her fingers. His arms were rippling with muscles, and his back was broad, and blemish free. She was so proud of him, and felt a glow that wasn't entirely maternal every time that she looked at him. He was every mother's dream son.
She soaped a sponge, and gently washed his back, using slow, soft, circular movements. Then she rinsed off the suds, and patted his back dry with a snowy white towel. It was just like when he was a baby, only now he definitely was no baby. He turned around, and leant back against the worktop. She soaped his chest with her hands, taking special care of the area around his nipples. These were beautiful little buttons, slowly starting to stand to attention. She dried his chest. He suggested that she breathe on his nipples to dry them, like she had when he was a child. She took each nipple between her lips, and breathed on it gently. She felt a dampness between her legs as she pressed close to him. He took off his jeans and underpants. There had never been any embarrassment between them. Nudity was not a problem. She looked at his firm tight buttocks, and his long lean legs. She soaped over his bum, and suddenly, and without any warning, he turned and faced her again. Her hands, where he had turned around, were now at his groin. His cock was erect. She looked at his face in surprise. He was smiling, laughing at her. "Mummy, my old man needs washing," he said. They had always called his cock his old man ever since childhood. She told him that he was big enough to do that himself. He answered, "Toby want's you to do it for him."
She was getting a little angry now. He was talking like a baby, but there was nothing childlike about this magnificent specimen standing before her. After consideration, she said," I will do it for you if it will keep you quiet."
She knelt on the floor, and soaped his cock over, stroking the full length of his iron hard prick, feeling the strength of it. He opened his legs, and she washed his firm plump balls. She pulled apart the cheeks of his bum, and washed around his anus. It looked pink and fresh, and slightly open. She couldn't resist touching it. His breaths were getting quicker, and she realised that he was fully aroused. What was she doing? Her finger was at the tight entrance to forbidden pleasure. He suddenly thrust back on her, so that her finger was actually inside his body, tight and hot and sucking. He was jerking back and forth. She was literally fucking his arse with her finger. She tentatively put in another finger. She felt so wonderfully horny. She could see right inside him. Her other hand reached through his legs, and gripped his cock. His pubic hair was thick, and black, and curly, and this fantastic stiff bulging tool stuck out from the middle of it, like a huge phallic tree in the midst of a forest.
