"I'm not done with you yet mom."
She breathed faintly back, "I understand son, what choice do I have? Do whatever you want with me."
As I rolled off my mother, I could feel our skins parting as our sweat stuck us together. I lay at beside her and we both took a deep breath. I looked over at her, she was looking straight up at the ceiling.
"Lick and suck my cock clean mother. Get the smell of yourself and my cum off me."
She looked at me, a slight expression of surprise at my words. She propped herself on her side, leaned over and bent down to lick my nipple. I shivered as her tongue moved over it. She continued to my other nipple, her tongue flat, sliding and tasting our sweat as she moved her head over my chest. Her hair cascading down onto my chest, obscuring her face. She then moved down over my abs, licking, kissing and sucking as she went. Clearly lovely what she was ordered to do. She reached the top of my pubic hair and I could feel her tongue lapping up the extra captured moister it held. I spread my thighs apart and she moved down to the inside of the top of my thighs. Licking and sucking all the wetness up, replacing it with her own saliva.
I sighed as she moved up and started to lick my ball sac, then licking and sucking each ball gently into her mouth, cleaning them with her tongue. She then moved back up my cock, her tongue flat, licking on the underpart, slowly, deliberately moving up to the tip. She took the head of my cock and sucked it into her mouth. She then sucked the entire limp length into her face. She moved her head backing off it, sucking and licking.
I put my hands on her head pulling her face off my responding dick. It fell from her lips. She looked up at me, disappointment on her face.
"Get up mom, time to shower and clean ourselves off."
I stood up and reached down with my hand to help my mom off the floor. When she stood, I noticed how small and vulnerable she looked. Her tits seemed to sag lower than before. Her hair was a tangled mess, her lack of make-up showed her age. Leaving our clothes scattered in the living room, I led her by the hand to her bedroom and straight into the master-bath.
She looked at herself in the mirror and tried to smooth down her hair with her hands. I stepped to the walk-in shower and turned on the water. It streamed down from the rain shower head. Soon a light mist of steam started to fill the room. My mother glanced up at me walking by me to under the cascading hot water, letting it soak through her hair. She closed her eyes and pointed her face at the ceiling, then raised her hands up to her head and ran her fingers through her hair, cleaning away my dried cum.
The water ran over her upturned face, her hands clasped behind her head, holding her hair from her face. The water poured down her neck, her shoulders and then her chest of connecting miniature streams. Her soft. clean shaven underarms glistened with the wetness, accentuating her beauty.
I stood and watched; GOD, MY MOM LOOKED BEAUTIFUL. I then stepped, standing behind her, I ran my hands around the small of her back, around her waist and then over her stomach. Feeling the hot water spraying me, I pressed my stomach against her back. She took one hand away from the back of her head, placed it on the back of mine and looking back at me, we kissed as the hot water poured over our us.