"Please Mother ... can we not do this now?"
"Get in here now, young man. The water is hot and I already have the cream lathered in my hand."
"I'm meeting the guys in 30 minutes - you promised I could go to the movies with them tonight!"
"Then you better get yourself in here right now, hadn't you?"
Reluctantly, I walked into my mother's bathroom - I hated having her shave my testicles and whatever else she had decided needed shaving. I'd sneaked peeks of my buddies during gym class or at a urinal and they didn't shave.
Mother was sitting on her bench in the large shower with the water steaming out the top. The door to the glass-enclosed shower was open and waiting for me. Her left hand contained a large dollop of scented shaving cream. She gave me the stern look when I entered wearing jeans and a t-shirt. She always wanted me to walk into the shower nude.
"If you are not in here by the time I count ten, you won't be going to the movies tonight at all!" When I hesitated, "One - Two - ..."
I quickly stripped off my shirt and pulled down my jeans. My cock, betraying my emotions, was three-quarters erect.
"Seven - Eight" and she stopped counting as I walked into the shower. The hot water washed over my body as I entered with my back to her. I knew to scrub my pubes to get them good and moist before turning off the water and turning around to face her. Mother was all smiles now that I was in the shower with her.
My mother is always neatly groomed. She wears her blonde hair short - very short when the mood strikes - with her pits and legs shaved daily. Her light-colored pubic hair is always closely cropped and today she is shaved smooth. I know this because mother is always nude in the shower when she shaves me and she often walks around the house without a stitch of clothes. When I'm out, I always have to call ahead to let her know if I'm bringing someone home with me.
"I'm glad you came to your senses before I had to ground you for tonight - though I wouldn't mind having the company since I don't have plans myself! Now step closer so we can get you cleaned up."
I stepped forward one step in the shower and stopped with my feet shoulder-width apart and my hands holding the rail that traverses the shower. This stretches my arms over my head and allows mother to have easy access to all places where hair grows. Mother put her left hand, the one holding the shaving cream, against my testicles and began to apply it liberally to my sac. Her hand smoothed the cream around and I could feel her pushing it between my legs and around the rim to my asshole. I never knew exactly how much or where she would shave me but this was our Friday night ritual. By the time she was spreading the cream on the area above my cock, my cock was stiff as a rail. Her right hand gently grasped my crown and pulled my cock from my body so she could coat my skin. Lastly, she stroked my cock a few times with her left hand to apply the shaving cream to my shaft.
Mother picked up her pink razor in her right hand, always pink, and pulled my cock up taught with her left hand. Given my state of arousal, my sac felt tight as she touched the sharp razor to my skin. Mother meticulously shaved all the week-old hairs from my sac in measured strokes. That complete, she released my cock and used her left hand to pull my now smooth sac up and away from my body. The razor scraped the hairs between my sac and my asshole. She had not done this area in about a month and the dark hairs were much longer. Cleaning the razor in the bowl of hot water, I thought we were done and started to release the bar.
"Not so quick young man. I haven't told you we were finished." Mother stood up and walked around me in the shower while holding the razor in her right hand, the nails of her left hand raked the taught skin of my belly causing me a slight shiver. She got down on her knees and spread my ass cheeks. I felt the razor shave the hairs around my asshole and in my crack. I cringed knowing this would itch in a couple days as the hairs started to grow back. Mothers left index finger drew a line between my legs from my sac to the top of my crack as she checked the smoothness. She lingered on my rim, tracing around it once.
Mother returned to stand in front of me. I am just shy of six feet tall to her five foot-eight inch height. Her hands moved over my chest as she felt the short, soft hairs of my blossoming manhood. "Not today, but these will have to go soon."
"Please Mother, let me keep them until college classes start in the Fall. I'll look like a kid all Summer at the beach."