"What's this one do?" Justine heard a young man's voice from down the hall and went rushing into her bedroom to investigate.
As she entered the condo's master bedroom, she realized the shower was running in the bathroom. She didn't know which one of her son's had brought another bimbo over to her house when she was away, but she was about to put a stop to it.
"Oh man, try it this way..." shouted a similar voice, as Justine pulled up to a stop just before she rounded the open doorway into her bathroom.
The bathroom in her new luxury condo was decked out with marble from wall to wall and the shower featured six heads and enough room for a small party. She could recognize the sound of her son's voices anywhere and, right now, it sounded like they were both in her spacious shower. She felt like she was breaking a cardinal rule peaking around the corner, but she couldn't help her curiosity. It had been a rough month of constant travel for work and she hadn't been laid since before she left. Could it really hurt if she just looked at just one penis, even if it did come from her own insatiable flesh?
In the reflection off the long line of mirrors that covered the bathroom walls, she could see they were splashing around inside her shower, with the clear glass door closed. Their voices were echoing up over the dividers that closed the shower off from the rest of the bathroom. Her nineteen year old twin sons had inherited her dark brown hair, narrow features in their faces, and tan complexion. From her ex-husband, they had inherited those broad shoulders and, from the looks of it, thick penises that each hung over a pair of meaty round balls.
Right now, Henry's pink circumcised penis hung toward the floor like a trunk. He was bent over as his brother directed the shower spray over his back. She couldn't blame them for enjoying the feeling of the water. That was the whole point of having the plumbers install such a ridiculous system, but she was surprised to see them in there at the same time.
Just as Justine started laughing to herself at the sight of her sons playing in the shower like they were kids again, she inhaled a bit of dust and, for all her attempts, could not hold off a loud sneeze.
"What's that? Who's there?!" Jacob turned toward the mirrors and locked eyes with his mother before she had a chance to dodge out of the way. "Mom? What are you doing home?" he yelled as he covered his shame. His brother made a similar gesture with both hands.
"What am I doing home? What are you two doing here? And what the hell are you doing?"
"We were curious about your new place and we're on your entry list so the door guy let us in," Henry gestured with his hands, unwittingly letting his thick penis fall back between his legs.
The twins looked froze and stared at each other for a moment. She swore she saw a thin smile part Jacob's lips and she thought Henry half-nodded at his brother. Did they know something she didn't? Justine half covered her eyes now that she had taken inventory of the athletic young bodies in the shower. She could just replace their faces with less familiar visages in her mind, she thought.
"Listen... mom, there's plenty of room in here..." Jacob said. Justine wondered if he was high.
"Yeah... no need for us to bogart all the hot water. I'm sure you're looking to relax and take a shower after your trip," Henry added.
"Wouldn't that be a little weird?" she called through the doorway.
"Only if you make it? I mean it's not like we have anything you haven't seen before," Henry clarified.
Justine lowered her hand from her face. She placed a hand on her hip while she thought over what the twins were suggesting. The thought of someone else soaping up her back and shoulders did sound relaxing.
"It's not like the gesture is sexual in-and-of itself," she thought. "I can just enjoy the relaxation for its own sake."
"Come on in, we won't look," Jacob egged her on.
"Fine. Turn around, though," Justine instructed. She looked around the corner so she could see that they had kept their end of the bargain. In the shower, two young athletic asses wiggled back and forth as the twins struggled to stand still. They were smacking each other in the shoulders and splashing water on each other.
Justine watched herself in the mirror while she disrobed. She stepped down out of her heels, lowering herself back to her natural 5'4" height. She pulled the straps behind her head off over her long black hair and then shook it out before pulling the front of the tight black dress down her breasts.
The black 36 DD bra she wore under the dress wasn't fancy but she thought she looked hot in it thanks to the way it elegantly supported her large shapely breasts. She pulled the rest of the dress down to her ankles before kicking it away and then dropped her black panties and the bra with the rest of her clothes.
In the mirror, she looked back at a curvy middle aged woman. She was lucky that she had her sons when she was young, she thought. The pregnancy hadn't wrecked her body and, on the contrary, she enjoyed the shapely curves she had maintained ever since she delivered the twins. She ran her hands down the slopes of her breasts, over her hourglass waist, and then placed her hands on her hips while she inspected the tightly trimmed triangle of pubic hair between her legs.
"Damn, mom!" She turned and covered her breasts with one hand and vagina with the other. "Sorry, it's just you're so beautiful, you couldn't really expected me not to peek?" Henry asked. He was facing her now behind the shower door and she could have sworn his penis had swelled just a little.
"It's like he said: it's not like you have anything we haven't seen before," Jacob added as he turned around. "But he's right, you've got amazing curves, mom. And big beautiful tits. You can't find that on just some nineteen year old college freshman."
Justine found herself getting flush and a little flummoxed. Even if they were her sons, these were two strapping naked young men complimenting her from her shower.
"OK, fine..." she finally said, "...I'm coming in."
With that, Justine pulled open the shower door, stepped between the two young men at the doorway, and walked into the water pouring down from the shower head. She felt the spray across her face and upper chest and a stream of water run down her soft belly. She pulled her wet hair back and behind her shoulders, but she almost immediately felt two washcloths kneading and massaging soap into her back.
The cloths continued down her spine in circular motions, each strong young hand taking its time in working the knots out of her back muscles. Finally, they reached the top of her butt cheeks and she tensed up and shifted forward a bit, shocked at how far they were taking this.
"No, mom, you've got to relax. You've been working hard, let your sons take care of you," Jacob said from behind her right side.
She gave in, relaxing her muscles as the two hands pressed into her fleshy cheeks. They worked their way down her tight hamstrings and then stood up and moved to her front.
"Is it ok if we get you really clean?" Henry asked.
"Oh, I don't know if that's all necessary," Justine whispered, but she felt Jacob already massaging her lower right calf with his cloth and the release and pleasure was overwhelming. "Oh, I guess just a little."
Jacob worked his way up her calf while Henry wiped his cloth back and forth across the top of her sternum, just above her breast tissue. As he slid the cloth downward, she felt her nipples harden at the sensation of his hand rubbing across her breasts. She could feel Jacob between her legs now, gently wiping the outside of her labia clean before sliding up and over to the inside of her left thigh.
"Didn't you like how big Jacob's cock has grown?" Henry whispered in her left ear while he continued to massage the underside of her breasts with his hand. "I bet he'd really love it if you just gave it a little thank you stroke."
It sounded like this attention wasn't as accidental as it first seemed. Justine's thoughts raced but she was overcome with lustful impulses. With some hesitancy, Justine reached down below Jacob's waist and let her fingers trail across his stiffening shaft. She gently encircled his cock with her hand and gave it a few tender strokes.
