The hot water continued to pour over us. My mother's mouth sucking on the head of my circumcised helmet was the only physical connection between us. The hot water sprayed into my upturned face from the rain shower head. Each contraction of my cock sent a lesser amount of cum into my mother's mouth. Her lips sucking hungrily. My eyes closed in the complete ecstasy of the moment; the vision in my mind of her naked, wet, the water cascading over her skin, crouching down in front of me, her legs spread wide, my mom's cheeks indented as she sucked the sperm from my cock swallowing it. Her own words, 'You can do whatever with want with me,' filled me with power as another contraction filled and fed her face.
I felt my cock last spasm of cum being sucked from it. My dicks, its resources drained, softened. My mom still sucking greedily on the head trying to coax another drop from it. I put my hand on her head, pitying her. My mother was noting more then a cum graving slut. Wanting even more of her own son's cum. I pushed back her head and she fell back on her ass on the shower floor. Looking up at me, her expression changed from bliss to recognizing from my face what I thought of her.
I reached down offering her my hand to pull her up. She took it and stood, looking down.
I leaned over and took the shampoo bottle and handed it to her. She squeezed some shampoo into her hand and started to wash her hair as I turned and grabbed some soap and started to wash myself. As she lathered her hair and massaged the shampoo through it, the soap and water glistened over her skin. Her arms raised, I looked at her clean shaven armpits, something about them made my cock twitch.
She leaned forward and rinsed the soap out of her hair. When she was done, I twirled the soap bar in my hands and ran my lathered hands over her neck, shoulder, under her arms. She raised her arms slightly giving me access to her pits. Again, my cock twitched, this time from the touch of her hairless, smooth, armpits. I washed them for another second and then moved down her sides. I took my hands away to lather them up again. She let the water rinse the soap off her. She raised her hands over her head to let the water cascade and clean the soap off her pits. I watched the water do its job. I loved the way she looked with her hands over her head.
I took my soaped-up hand and washed her tits, squeezing them gently, moving down over her stomach and then her pussy. She spread her legs slightly to allow my access. I slid my fingers over her sparse pubic hair, around and between her lips. My other hand reached around and I parted the cheeks of her ass to clean the crack. The water rinsing the soap off her as soon as I washed her.
I now crouched down in front of her, lathered up my hands and washed her thighs, lingering a bit on her inner thighs as I gazed at the water streaming down over and off her sparse pubic hair. I washed off her calves and stood, looking down at her.
She sighed, leaned her head on my chest, put her arms around me; "Oh William, what have we done?"
I gently pushed her head off my chest and her arms fell off me. She then took the bar of soap, lathered up her hands and then reached out and took my cock and balls sac and cleaned them. She gently pulled my flaccid dick to her, looking down at it, soaping it up, lovingly cleaning it. She then massaged my balls with the soap lather, taking a step back to let the water rinse me off. Twirling the bar of soap in her hands, she slid one hand down between my legs and clean my taint and then, as I spread my feet wider apart for her, she moved her hand further up my back side and cleaned the crack of my ass, paying close attention to my ass hole.
She moved her hand back to the front of me and released my cock and balls and let the water again, clean me off.
"Enough." I said sternly and turned off the water. I stepped from the shower and grabbed a towel to dry myself off. My mother reached for her towel and wrapped it around her head and then took a long white terry cloth robe from the back of the door and put it on. She swiped at the mirror with her hand to take the steam off so she could look at herself. Her image only lasted a second as the mist returned on the mirror.
I opened the bathroom door, turned and looked at her. She was looking at me, her expression was blank.
"Mom, I want you to put on something that you'd wear when you want dad to fuck you. You know, lingerie. Fix your hair up, make-up, but no perfume or deodorant, I want to smell and taste the real you. You understand what I want mother?"
She nodded and just above a whisper, "Yes William. I understand."
Her use, again, of my proper name, this time it gave me a sense of how much I was in control of her.
"Call me when you're done." I turned and walked out of the room, with the towel draped around my waist. I went into the den, played back the security video and the position I had placed my mother in was perfect, from her sucking my cock to me fucking her. I smiled and thought, 'how many guys got to record the lost of their virginity and to their MOTHER no less!' Again, I made a back up of the disk. I then delete both the episodes from the security system, my mom with that old fucker and then my mom and me. I chuckled; 'If it hadn't been for old Tommy boy, I wouldn't be fucking my mother. Thanks Tom.'
I went my back into the living room, picked our clothes of the floor and threw them into the laundry room hamper. I then went to my room to get ready for my mom. I hid the scan disks and then I put on a short sleeved button shirt, a pair of boxers and some calf high white socks. Pants? No why bother. I then sat on my bed and looked over to my computer. GOD! I had homework to do, it was Thursday, a fucking school night. I laughed out loud thinking, 'I'm sure mom will call the school in the morning and let them know I'm not feeling well and that I'm staying home so she can suck my cock!'
Good. a nice long weekend with MOM.
I lay back on the bed and thinking of my mom, standing in front of me for the first time, with her hands over her head, totally naked. I closed my eyes and went to sleep.
I awoke to a my mom's voice calling from across the hall from her bedroom to mine.
"William, I'm ready."
The word shocked me awake, 'Ready'. I could feel my heart pumping in my chest. My breathing was heavy. 'Ready'. Shit!
I got myself off the bed, wiped some drool off my mouth with my shelve. Glanced in the mirror, straighten my hair with my hand, and walked out of my room across the hall to my parents bedroom.
I stopped in the doorway. There stood my mom next to the bed. She was wearing a short mid-thigh shear lacy black robe. Underneath I could see her matching black lacy bra and panties. The three-inch black heels accentuated and shaped her calves and thighs. The black mid-thigh covering nylons added the perfect touch.
I ran my eyes back up her body, taking it in again, I focused on her face. She looked years younger with her make-up on and her hair flowed out around it down to her shoulders.
I took her all in. SHE WAS BEATIFUL and she was mine.
I walked over to her. She looked at me, with her heels on she was almost at eye level with me. I stopped about a foot way from her and again eyed her up and down. I then walked slowly around her. Her ass looked tighter, pushed up by high heels.
I inhaled. My mom smelt natural and fresh.
I stood in front of her. Our eyes met. I quickly took my right hand and put it on her neck right under her chin. I could feel the artery pulse under my fingers. Her eyes opened wide as my hand reached and squeezed neatly around her throat. Her lips parted, her breathing steady, but heavy. She reached up with both her hands and gripped my wrist and forearm. Not speaking, just a frightened look on her face. I lifted my hand up slightly, forcing her to stand on her heeled toes. I started to move forward, forcing her to make tiny steps back on her toes.
My mom tightened her grip on my arm and lifted herself up to take pressure of her neck from my hand. I moved her back further until her back was pushed into the wall. She grunted when she felt the jolt of the wall and her back. I stood glaring at her. My arm straight out. A firm grip around on her neck.
Her face flushed red. Her breathing was heavier, but not from my grip, from the uncertainty of what was happening. I held her in place, just staring at her. Then that familiar scent rose from her pussy. She was stimulated by the domination, the helplessness of her position. Her eyes narrowed; her breathing was hollow through her parted red lips.
Still holding her in place, I bent my arm, tilted my head and kissed her solidly on the mouth. I ran my tongue over the outside of her teeth. She sighed a silent warm breath of air into my mouth. Then our tongue met and took turns swapping each other's mouth.
I took my other hand and grabbed a hold of one of her wrists and put it over her head, holding it there. She moved her other hand up and held the hand of the wrist I was holding. I then took both wrists in my hand tightening my grip and kissed her hard. I felt her body wiggle under my grasp as her toes barely touched the floor.
I tightened my grasp around her throat and scowled at her. My mom looked confused and frightened. I then released my grip from around her throat. She gasped for air and her body lowered to where her heels now touched the floor. I lowered my hand, not touching her. I looked at her pinned against the wall. Her wrists held high in my hand. We were face to face.
I pushed my hand against her soaking wet, laced, panty covered pussy. As I pushed two laced covered fingers into the warmth of her cunt, she let out a girlish sigh, "OOOOHHHHH". I moved my fingers deeper into her past the panties, she lowered her pelvis to try and get as much of my fingers into as she could.
I pulled my fingers out of her and this time her sigh had a tinge of disappointment. I let go of her wrists.
I ordered, "Turn and put your hands against the wall."
She obeyed.
I bent down and looking straight at her ass, I reached up and yanked the pantie's out of her pussy and off her. I moved them down her thighs, over her calves and tugged them off her feet. I held them in my hand. I then stood and forced the soaked panties into her mouth.
"Suck your juices off them mom."
