Mom led me into the bathroom and sat down on the edge of the tub with me in front of her. I just stood there stupidly in awe of her beautiful bare tits and the furry patch between her legs.
"You won't need these anymore." she said as she yanked my shorts down to my ankles, my dick bouncing free and rigid.
Once she had me stepped out of them she tossed them aside and said, "You have a lovely cock, Matthew. A very, very, lovely cock."
She placed the palm of one hand underneath my penis and with the other hand she stroked it as if it were a kitten.
"I'm so glad I didn't have you cut, baby, your cock is absolutely beautiful." With that she grasped her full hand around it and rubbed the tip across one of her nipples and then the other. I was visibly throbbing in her hand and her tits glistened with the result of my excitement. When she pulled away a strand of pre-cum stretched between my cock and her nipple, eventually sagging and breaking. Still holding my cock, she took a finger from her other hand and slowly wiped it across her breast, collecting all the pre-cum that she could. She then took that finger and put it into her mouth, sucking and licking it as if it were the last of a pop-cycle on a hot day.
"Mmmmm, baby, you taste good."
I was about ready to cum then and there but she broke the mood somewhat by releasing my cock and putting her hands on my hips.
"There is a pair of scissors on the shelf, sweetheart, would you get them?" I just stood there. "Now!" she demanded.
I jumped to get the scissors and handed them to her. She smiled at me and ran her fingers through her bush. First she brushed it down and then fluffed it in upwards motions. She then put her fingers inside and said, "Mommy is wet too, Matthew."
She spread her legs and instructed me to watch very closely. She snipped most of the hair away, it falling and clinging to her inner thighs or just falling onto the floor. She was almost finished when she handed the scissors to me.
"You finish it, Matthew. Just be careful."
I took the scissors and looked closely at what was left between her legs. There was a bit of curly, wiry tuft at the base of closely cropped stubble. Did she want me to touch her? I wasn't sure that I should. I wasn't even sure that this whole thing was real.
"Do it now, Matthew, and be careful."