The morning after that night with Bob and Nancy my Mom acted like nothing new had happened. Just to catch you up if you haven't been following along, I recently turned 18, and started modeling for a gay stroke magazine and last night had watched my Mom having sex with an older couple. My life was changing so fast it was hard to keep it all straight.
I cooked us breakfast. It was Mom's day off so I brought it to her in bed. She was moaning and had a huge headache. I guess they drank a lot more wine after I went to bed. Maybe she didn't remember anything?
It was frustrating really. I felt like something big was building in my life and with my relationship with my Mom and it all revolved around sex. Yet I was still a virgin, still not really clear about my sexual orientation at all. I found women fascinatingly beautiful, I found men, particularly older hairy men enticing as well. I masturbated frequently to ideas of both men and women but not knowing was frustrating. I was for the first time in my life developing a little bit of teenage angst. Life for me had always been so simple.
Later that morning when Mom was feeling a little better, her cell phone rang. She asked me to answer it and when I picked it up I saw it was Stanley.
"Golden Boy! How are you?"
"I'm OK." I replied.
"Did you get the magazines the publication sent over yet?"
"Yeah"
"Just 'yeah', boy you made the cover!"
"It was pretty cool" I said breaking a smile.
"Well plenty more to come," he continued, "can I talk to your Mom?"
"Sure" I said bringing her the phone.
I sat on the bed listening. She looked at me.
Some talking then "Uh huh"
Some more talking "Yes I see... oh my, really?"
More talking, "That actually sounds great, when?"
"Oh wow that soon?"
"OK we'll make it work, see you then." And then she hung up the phone.
"What was all that about?" I asked.
"They want you for another shoot... In California!"
"California, really?"
"Yes, all expenses paid for both of us!"
"Wow, when?"
"Next weekend!" she practically screamed it in her enthusiasm and tackled me in a huge hug. We were both laughing so hard with our excitement. Neither of us had ever traveled before outside of our shitty little fly over state. California! Wow.
OK. so honestly I could go on and on about the airplane ride. It was really so exciting for both me and my Mom, but I also realize that traveling is a common experience for so many people that dwelling on it would be boring to read. Seriously though, I LOVE traveling. It was so much fun!
Los Angeles was a little confusing and scary. There were so many people, so many cars. We took a shuttle to our hotel and the whole ride over Mom and I just gawked at the enormity of it. I mean it wasn't towering buildings like New York is supposed to be or anything; it just seemed to go on forever. The traffic was awful.
By the time we made it to the hotel we were both too physically and emotionally exhausted to go out and do much. The grandeur of the hotel the magazine had put us up in was more than enough to over stimulate our senses. When we got to our room we both collapsed on the huge king sized bed. The room was bigger than our whole apartment back home, but only had one large bed in it. That was OK though because the bed was big enough for ten people to sleep in comfortably.
After we relaxed for a few minutes my Mom got up and began exploring the room more.
"Oh my god!" Mom exclaimed, "You have to see this bathroom!"
I got up and followed her in. It was bigger than my bedroom at home.
"You need to take a shower." My Mom said out of the blue, "Strip"
"Mom"
"Seriously," she prodded, "We've been traveling all day and you have a shoot tomorrow, you need to be ready, now strip."
I allowed my Mom to pull my shirt up over my head and got myself the rest of the way undressed as she turned on and tested the water. The shower was huge, had glass doors and stone tiles. It was so luxurious. There were dispensers for shampoo and body wash on the wall.
Mom didn't leave, but rather watched as I soaped up. After a second she started taking off her own clothes and said "I'm coming in."
I couldn't help but watch as she stripped down to bra and panties. She reached behind herself and unsnapped her bra. My little cock got instantly hard as her large breasts swung free, her large areolas crinkled as her nipples hardened in the cool air. She pushed her panties down her legs and exposed her freshly shaved sex as she joined me in the shower. I was really uncomfortable at first because I was so hard my cock was throbbing up and down, but Mom just matter of factly got some body wash and started massing my skin.
"Gotta keep this soft and supple so you can be my Golden Boy tomorrow." She said as she worked. She wasn't shy when she touched me, but was very business-like as she washed my hard throbbing cock and my ass. She even pushed a finger into my ass and worked it back and forth a few times, making me gasp and moan, before she pronounced me "all clean."
"OK now scooch" she demanded smacking me on the butt, "and don't forget the baby oil."
There was a heat light in the bathroom that made it warm even outside of the shower. I toweled off sneaking peeks at my Mom's curvy body, the water made her look even sexier as it streamed over her hips and breasts. I left the bathroom because looking at her was just too much for my young mind.
The main room was a little cooler and made my own nipples turn from little cones to hard little erasers. I grabbed the bottle of baby oil and started rubbing it into my skin the way Mom had showed me. I started warming up and my cock was still throbbing as I oiled it up. It was so tempting to make myself cum but I didn't. It was very hard not to cum, especially when I pushed my oiled up finger into my ass like Mom had. I really liked that.
I had left the bathroom door open and still sneaked peeks of my Mom as she luxuriated in the shower, though I could barely see her through all the steam.
All oiled up I lay back on the bed with a towel around my waist. Mom was taking forever in the shower and I couldn't help letting my hand slide under the towel and rub my achingly hard cock. I rubbed it slowly so as not to go overboard and have to take another shower.
Then the shower shut off and my Mom emerged from the bathroom steam cloud. She was vigorously drying her hair with a towel as she stood at the end of the bed. The towel wrapped around her body was slowly shaking off with her efforts. I stopped rubbing myself because I didn't want her to see that I was doing it. Her towel abruptly dropped to the floor exposing her whole body, which was still shaking as she dried her hair. Mom didn't even try to catch it or put it back on.
So I think I have mentioned before that Mommy and I are pretty comfortable with nudity around each other. This was way beyond my experience though. She was standing there as if on display for me. She stopped what she was doing and looked at me reclined on the huge bed. I don't think I even felt that much under the spotlight since my photo shoot.
Then she leaned forward and yanked the towel that was around my waist and pulled. The towel came away easily revealing my lithe, oiled body and my particularly oiled hard cock.
"Mom!" I exclaimed, trying to cover up.
"Oh stop it honey," my Mom admonished, "I just want to look at my pretty boy, nothing wrong with that."
I forced myself to stop trying to cover myself up and lay back staring at the ceiling, letting Mommy have her look.
Then she jumped on the bed, almost like a little kid. She bounced once and then the second bounce she was on top of me, her hips straddling my waist. Then she was hugging me, her skin hot and soft from the steam against mine, soft and slippery with baby oil. There was nothing at all between our bodies. Her breasts pressed to my chest, her arms wrapped my shoulders, her thighs gripped my hips and something was radiating heat onto my throbbing cock.
