Shave

Thank you for reading my story, I hope that you enjoy it. Love Mica xx, Yorkshire England.

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Mum and Dad had asked me to go over and help do the treatment on the wooden siding at the rear of the house. Dad can't climb ladders, so I was asked to help and said I would go over at the weekend coming. It would be a bit of a chore, and I am not that good on ladder myself, but, well, I am not as old as Dad, and so, yes, I was happy enough to help, nervous a little, but happy enough.

Saturday came and I put some oldish clothes on and headed over to my parents house and parked on their drive. Dad had obviously seen me arrive and came out.

"Hello Josh," he hugged me, "thanks for this. Hopefully we can finish today, I have a golf tournament tomorrow so can't be around."

"That's okay Dad, I am happy to help, let's see what we can get done today, okay?"

We went into the house and I hugged Mum and we sat and had a cup of tea whilst we caught up, I had no gossip, no, we still weren't pregnant, yes we were doing it properly, Marina just hadn't caught, it happens.

After tea we went outside, it was a relatively straightforward job. Climb ladder, sand wooden siding, get down ladder, move across three feet, repeat, and then go back to the beginning and apply the waterproof coating. Ladder duly applied and I climbed up and started sanding. It was soon apparent that this was going to take more than one day, the sanding was quite fiddly getting into the edges of all the lapping, and I didn't want to do just a quick cosmetic job, this needed to last.

Dad was standing on the bottom rung of the ladder helping keep it stable, and I was up top, sanding away. Every now and again the sanding sheet would snag a nail and tear, so it was down the ladder to get a new sanding sheet, and also back up with a hammer to make sure the nail was properly embedded, then back down the ladder to get the sander, and drop the hammer back down, don't like having hammers up a height, they can fall and injure someone, and then back up the ladder to start sanding again.

Dad dispatched mum to Tool Station to buy a load more sanding sheets, giving her an empty packet so that the shop assistant could make sure that they gave her the right size and grit. The morning wore on and I was around a third of the way through, and that was just sanding. No way I was going to finish today.

"Come on boys, come and have some lunch," Mum called.

I slowly descended the ladder and brushed as much dust off me as I could. I went and sat at the kitchen table, Dad was in the loo and then he joined us.

"Sausage sandwiches," Mum said, "I got them from the butchers just up from Tool station, and I managed to get the last crusty loaf from the bakers too. Enjoy."

And they were good. There is something about fresh white crusty bread, I don't know what it is, but it really gets my happy juices flowing, and the sausages really were sensational. I just sat in silence, lost in the moment, the pleasure of a simple lunch can be immense.

"God Mum, that was sensational," I said, "really really good."

"It is nice to be appreciated," she said with a big smile on her face.

I wondered if there was any hidden message in what she said, perhaps Dad doesn't show his appreciation enough, or did he think that going out to play golf and getting out from under her feet, was showing appreciation. Don't think it works that way Dad.

I had to sit for a good fifteen minutes after finishing the sandwiches, I just needed to appreciate them and let them settle. Then we were back at it, up the ladder, sanding, down the ladder, up the ladder hammering in a nail, down the ladder, get the sander with a fresh sanding sheet, and then back up the ladder.

The afternoon wore on and by the time I had to get back to Marina, I had done just around two thirds of the sanding.

"I'll be back tomorrow and finish the sanding Dad," I said, "Mum can stand and watch, just in case, it'll get done."

"Thank you, Josh," Dad said, "I'll be stuck in East Yorkshire all day at the tournament. You can leave it till next weekend when I am free, it is okay."

"Dad, don't be daft. We have good weather this weekend, let me finish it. I can always take Monday off and finish the weatherproofing, then it will be done for the next ten years."

"I can't be here Monday son, I have a seniors meeting that I cannot get out of."

"Dad, it's fine, it is not an issue, I am sure I can get it done, and Mum will be here to help, it is totally fine."

"Well, thank you, I really appreciate it. I honestly thought that we would get it done in a day."

"Perhaps, with scaffolding along the back, maybe, but not with ladders, and anyway, it doesn't matter. It's fine."

Back at home Marina greeted me with a "goodness you are all dusty, take them clothes off here and go get in the shower." I smiled and kissed her and stripped and headed upstairs.

I turned the shower on and got in, just letting the hot water cascade over my hair and then I turned to let the water run over my back. My muscles began to ease, I hadn't realised how stiff my back and shoulders were until I got into the shower and the hot water began running over me. I closed my eyes and just enjoyed the warmth.

I hand grasped my dick and began moving, I sighed in pleasure and opened my eyes to look at my naked wife as she stood in front of me.

"I thought I might wash your back," she said, "but you are facing the wrong way, and this seemed the next best thing."

My dick hardened almost immediately when Marina took hold and my balls tightened. She poured gel onto her hand and began rubbing my dick. Slowly she moved her hand along my shaft, my foreskin sliding across my glans, the sensations almost overwhelming.

"God," I gasped, "I am not sure I can hold on baby."

"You have to husband, I need your stuff inside me not in my hand."

She leant forwards and kissed me the water cascading over us both. I turned around and she washed my back, the sponge deep into the crease of my arse and underneath, my balls getting a good soaping.

I turned around and dropped to my knees, water pouring down my back, over my head and onto my face. I leant forward and dipped my tongue between the crease of her sex, water streaming off my noise onto her clitoris, her breaths gasping from above me as my fingers teased her fanny open.

"You need a shave," she said, "then you will be like me."

Marina reached into the bathroom cupboard and found the beard come fanny trimmer and flicked it on. She trimmed my hairs from just below my navel, running all over my pubis and along my dick. As she trimmed my balls it tickled and I twitched. "Wait till I shave them," she said.

She took the spray can of shaving gel and sprayed a good portion into her hand and then smothered my pubis, dick and balls. Taking my shaver she began to shave me, first my pubis and then my dick, which helped by hardening itself, and then lastly my balls, tickling so much as she moved the razor.

She took the shower head and rinsed me clean, the water adding to the tickle, and then my crotch was bare. "Now you are like mine."

We dried each other and headed into the bedroom, Marina crawling onto the bed into a kneeling position, something she read suggested this was the best position for conception. I didn't really care about that, her rear end gave me a great view, her plump labia peeking out below the crease of her arse, her anus winking at me as I lined up my dick with her fanny and pushed.

Her heat was tremendous, my foreskin rolling down my dick as I slowly pushed in, her ripples and bumps caressing my rim as I penetrated my wife.

"Oh shit baby," she gasped as I bottomed out inside her. I paused, and then I slowly eased back, my foreskin retreating to cover my glans, softening the sensations from inside her. I began to move inside her, pressing in, pulling back, almost out, but not quite, her entrance squeezing around the end of my dick.

I pushed in hard, and she squealed and my pubis slapped against her buttocks, her crease widening, flattening her crack to a valley. Pulling back and then hard in, another slap, another squeal. Faster and faster, the pleasures running along my dick, my balls twitching as we shagged, her gasps echoing around our bedroom, our windows open, the sound travelling to whoever may hear, we cared not.

Her fanny seemed to clench, squeezing my dick as I moved, harder I pushed, harder she squeezed, the sensations almost overwhelming, my gasps joining hers as we shagged and then she squeezed harder, tighter and my dick erupted, me pressing in, holding, spurting, flooding her uterus with my baby makers, she screaming her orgasm loudly.

In the morning I showered and threw on some old clothes and headed off to my parents leaving Marina to her own devices for the day. She didn't mind, she would do a little housework and then binge watch some awful American tv series on Netflix.

I got to Mum and Dad's, Dad having already left, and mum presented me with some old overalls.

"Today will be messy, strip off and get into these" she said. I smiled and stripped in the kitchen, Mum stood watching as I stripped, and then standing in my boxers, I climbed into the old overalls and did up the buttons.

"Right then," she said, "let's see how much you can get done today, and if you need to come back tomorrow."

We went outside and I climbed the ladder and then got back down again.

"Have you got a rope or an old clothes line Mum? I can take it up with me and then lower it to you and you can then tie stuff to it and I can hoist it up, it might save a bit of ladder climbing."

"Yes Josh, I do. Wait here." She disappeared returned with a basket and an old washing line. "I am just going in to change," she said, "don't go up until I am back." She went into the house and I could see her through the window as she stripped to her underwear and put on an old pair of dungarees.

When she returned, I didn't say much, it wouldn't be appropriate, but, well, she wasn't covering much. "I hope that's not a good bra Mum, if I spill any weather seal and it lands on you it'll ruin your bra."

"True," she said, and put her hands inside the back of the dungarees and undid her bra and doing that thing that women do, managed to remove her bra through her shoulders. I mentally shook my head. Mum was virtually topless, the bib part of the dungarees barely covered her.

I took the rope in one hand and climbed the ladder. I looked down at mum and called 'ready.'

Mum put the tin of weather seal and some rags in the basket and a couple of brushes. As I looked down to see what she was doing I could clearly see her breasts behind the bib. Should I be looking? Probably not, but I did anyway.

I pulled the rope and the basket slowly rose. I couldn't go too fast otherwise it would cause a sway and risk the basket tipping and dropping onto Mum. Once I had the basket I tied the rope to the top rung with a double hitch and called 'clear' down to Mum. She stood on the bottom rung and I started applying the weather seal.

It wasn't long before I had covered everywhere I could reach and it was time to move on to the next part, so I undid the rope, lowered the basket and went down the ladder. We moved the ladder, me getting more wonderful views of Mum's breasts as we manipulated the ladder, and then I was up again and doing the next area. By lunchtime we had done well over half the back of the house and Mum proposed that we stop for lunch.

After I had descended the ladder, Mum went in to change and prepare lunch. I made sure everything was secure and followed Mum in. She had taken the dungarees off and was wearing one of Dad's old shirts, partially buttoned, her breasts still quite visible through the gaps in the shirt. I took the overalls off I was wearing and sat down in my boxers, hoping nothing would escape. I wasn't sure I was ready to display my grown up all to my mother.

I sat at the table and we chatted about pretty much nothing, how she was looking forward to being a grandmother, but if it didn't happen, then the world really wasn't going to end. More wonderful sausage sandwiches came my way and I sat munching, my eyes, sadly, focusing on the gap in the shirt where I could see Mum's nipples, forgetting the inevitable consequence as my dick grew and poked out of the pee hole in my boxers.

I am pretty sure I blushed when I realised, but there was little I could do that would not draw attention to my predicament. I just tried very hard to look away and concentrate on the task of the afternoon and think about brushing, not boobs. If Mum noticed, she was quiet and didn't say anything. Good old Mum.

Once lunch was finished I thankfully had returned to a more acceptable state and put my overalls back on. "See you outside Mum," I said.

I went out and moved the ladders to the next area, and got everything ready and waited for mum. I watched through the windows as Mum took off Dad's shirt, standing topless, her breasts looking magnificent, and my dick responding as it inevitably would. She put the dungarees back on, the movement itself strangely erotic, and then she came out to join me. I hoped she didn't notice my bulge.

Up the ladder and then I pulled on the rope and called clear when I had tied it off. I looked down to check Mum was on the ladder and got another eyeful of her breasts. My dick lurched in my overalls. She had to have seen that. God.

The applying of the weather seal carried on until there was only one area left.

"I think that can wait until tomorrow," Mum said, "assuming you are still free tomorrow?"

"Yes Mum, I can come around in the morning."

We tidied up, putting most things in the shed ready for tomorrow, leaving the ladders laying horizontally on the patio, and we went in. I stripped off the overalls, and Mum said, "oh you have stuff on your back, you better go up and shower."

"Oh, Okay mum, bathroom or ensuite, which is best?"

"Go in the ensuite. You can use the towel in there to dry yourself after."

I went up to their bedroom, seeing some of Mum's underwear on the dresser, matching by the looks of it, all pale blue. I shrugged out of my boxers and went in and turned the shower on and got in.

I was just letting the water flow over me when I heard Mum.

"Scoot up, I got some on me too."

What!

I stood a little further in and felt Mum behind me.

"Let me get that drip on your back," she said. I felt her rubbing at a spot on my back, and then she leant against me, her breasts, especially her nipples pressing in, and she leant around me and took the scrunchie off its hook. She leant back and started rubbing.

"There," she said, "now turn around and let me check your front."

By now my dick was rock hard. She must know that. I turned around.

She checked my chest, my dick pressing against her stomach.

"You will need to get Marina to deal with this for you," she said as she grabbed my dick and gently wanked me a little. "When you come back tomorrow, I will help you out. But not today, Marina needs that today., I didn't know that you were shaved. Interesting"

I didn't say anything, I couldn't, I was lost for words. Was Mum saying that she would wank me off tomorrow morning, but that today I had to go and shag Marina? That is what it sounded like. Oh my God, my brain was mush.

Mum stepped out and grabbed a towel and left me to rinse, my eyes filled with the images of her bare shaved fanny, its vertical crease embedded in my memory, my dick pulsing with desire and need.

When I eventually dressed and went home it was all I could do to not rape Marina on the stairs, I was so randy, I was tearing my clothes off as I walked through the front door. Marina giggled and scampered upstairs, me following trying to pull off my boxers as I was leaping two steps at a time.

Marina was naked by the time I caught up with her and I threw her to the bed and dived between her legs, my mouth clamped to her fanny, licking, tasting, my fingers opening her, pressing inside, readying her.

As I moved up, my mouth wet with her juices, I crushed my lips against hers and my dick simply buried itself inside her. When I pulled up for air Marina looked at me and gasped as my dick reached her depth.

"Wow, you're never this ready," she said.

"I have been thinking about you all day," I said as I looked down at her, seeing Mum's face, not Marina's. "I just need you," I lied, my mind full of my Mum's naked body, not my wife's.

I slept fitfully, dreaming of my Mum, hoping that dad wasn't spoiling her for me, I didn't want him in there tonight, I wanted her just for me. I woke in the morning hard and wanting. As Marina snoozed besides me I slipped out of bed and into the shower.

Under the hot flowing water I eased my foreskin back and lathered myself with gel, the slippery sensations almost making me cum. I washed my arse, a soapy finger ensuring my arse was clean inside and out. There was not an inch of me that I didn't wash, most twice, and then I rinsed thoroughly leaving no soapy residue. I dried myself and threw on my robe.

Marina came in and sat on the loo, her splashes erotic to my already aroused state. I left her to it and went into the bedroom and put on clean boxers, and then a simple old white shirt and cotton chinos. Breakfast was Weetabix and tea, and after kisses and cuddles I headed off to my parent's house.

"Your father has gone to work, he asked me to tell you thanks and he thinks you have done a wonderful job."

"Oh good. Well hopefully I can finish it today," I said.

"Well, yes, but first we have something else to attend to. I don't want you distracted up a ladder, like you were yesterday."

She headed towards the stairs. "Well, come on, follow me."

I followed her, heading up the stairs into her bedroom. She turned to me and undid her blouse and took it off, and then her skirt followed and I realised that she was wearing the pale blue underwear that I had seen on the side yesterday.

"Do you like? Only, I can't tell with all that clothing in the way."

I undid my shirt and pulled it off and then my chinos and boxers went down together and I was cock hard naked in front of my mother.

"You had better lay on the bed," she said, "pull the covers back first."

I pulled the quilt back and lay on the bed. Mum came and stood besides the bed and looked at my dick and then at my face. She climbed onto the bed and turned around, her back to me, and she straddled my chest and bent forward. Her pale blue knickers stretched tight across her bum and fanny. I was almost exploding with desire.

She blew on my dick which jerked and twitched and then she gripped it hard, squeezing tightly, and she rolled my foreskin down, pushing it as far down as it would go, straining the skin that attached it almost painfully. She planted a kiss on my dick and I could not help myself, I traced her fanny through her knickers. Her knickers felt damp, and the fabric slid easily over her. I eased her gusset to one side and took a close up look at my Mum's fanny.

Her plump outer fanny lips were pressed to one side, her smaller inner lips peeking through. She gasped as I ran a finger down her crease and then back up her crease, pressing her button.

She gasped as my finger rocked back and forth on her nubbin, and then I pulled my finger away and found her entrance, circling and then pushing inside.