“Mmhmm. I’m familiar with those kinds of showers. Make sure you clean up after yourself.”
Josh suddenly flashed back to the instances over the last several days where he’d jerked off in the shower…and forgotten to clean up. He felt his cheeks burn even more.
His mom noticed, her eyes narrowing. “You do clean up…after…right?”
“I, um, don’t do it often. I’ll make sure to clean up,” he said, not believing he was having this conversation.
His mom was still in the bathroom with him, the proximity of her wearing only the thin cloth over her naked body causing his dick to grow harder than ever. His hands still covered it, and even his touch was sending pleasurable warmth up and down his length. To his horror, precum started to leak from his slit, and the smell of berries filled the air.
“Mom -” he started, wanting to get her to leave, but stopped when he saw her breath in deeply, her chest expanding delightfully.
“That smell,” she said. She stepped to one side of him and looked in the shower. “You didn’t have time to use the wash. Where is it coming from?”
The wash? Oh, the bottle he’d gotten with the pills. She was using it? As this train of thought was churning through Josh’s head, his mom was sniffing around the room, hunting for the source of the scent. She was smelling his arousal. Josh backed away from her, only stopping when he ran into the clothes hamper, but she pursued, still sniffing the air.
“Is that you?” she asked, putting her head close to his and taking a large breath in.
His mom was so close Josh could feel the warmth of her body radiating on his neck. Her scent filled his nostrils and he groaned. Trying to get away, he made to step around the hamper but clipped the leg and lost his balance. Instinct kicked in, and Josh splayed his hands out to catch himself on the hamper behind him.
Despite it not being a secret, the removal of his hands also removed any doubt he was hard. The berry scent got stronger as his precum was exposed to the open air, and Josh froze in horror as he waited for his mom to freak out.
She didn’t. She looked down at the rigid tool straining between their bodies, a bubble of pre-cum oozing from the slit. Josh’s pose was ridiculous. Body bent back, hands behind him, cock lewdly pointing at the ceiling. She inhaled again while staring at him, then bent over, putting her head near his dick, and took a small sniff before standing back up. Josh watched in amazement as his mom transformed.
Her eyes seemed to glaze over as she stared at his dick, and her mouth worked as if dealing with an excess of saliva. Her nipples hardened in her nightie, forming tents. She clenched her legs together, feet thumping together. He could see her fists clenched at her sides like she was fighting to keep them still.
“Mom? Are you okay?”
His mom’s eyes cleared and she looked at his face quickly before returning to his leaking cock. She nodded.
“Have you been jerking off in the shower the last several days?” she asked.
Hesitantly, feeling a mix of shame and curiosity, Josh nodded.
“On the wall?”
Another nod.
“Oh,” she said.
Amazed, Josh watched as she lifted one hand and dipped her finger lightly in his stream of precum. Even the small touch was enough to cause him to clench in response, his cock bobbing. She put the now wet finger inside the neck of her nightie, grabbing one of her breasts. Upon contact, his mom shuddered and moaned, eyes clenched shut.
“Yep, that’s the stuff,” she said.
“Mom, this is…” Josh started.
“Weird?” she finished. “Yeah, well have some sympathy, I just found out I’ve been massaging my son’s semen onto my body.
***
Jean watched as her son tried to stand up, his face slack with shock, but she put her hand on his chest to keep him where he was. Her mind raced, still struggling with the situation. Somehow her son’s stuff sent her to heaven. Her body was tingling, just from the brief application of his precum, but she needed more.
Different scenarios flashed through her head, but the fact was, he was there, ready, rampant. She felt desirable in a way she hadn’t in a long time. Seeing this young man react to her, even if it was her son, had torn away the years of conservatism, exposing the passionate woman she’d always been.
“Shhhhh,” she said. “Just stay there.”
Mother and son watched as she slowly gripped his head in her fingers, gathering precum on them.
Josh groaned at her touch.
It seemed important, despite his reaction, she got permission.
“Is this okay?” she asked, her slick fingers encircling his glans.
Josh just jerked a nod once, his eyes on where her hand was on his penis.
It happened fast. As Jean rolled her now sticky fingers around his head, he came. Ream after ream of potent man sauce spurted from his slit. Each pulse ejected into her palm, deflecting onto her nightie.
Jean just stood there as she was covered in his stuff. When he finally stopped coming, they were both a mess as it had dripped down his shaft and legs.
“Sorry,” Josh muttered, unable to take his eyes from the glaze caked on his mother’s nightie.
“It’s okay, I wanted you to,” she said. With those words, she ran her hands through his load and repeated the excursion inside her nightie, this time pulling her arm inside her sleeve. She shuddered again when she reached her breast, a stronger reaction than the first time. His actual semen created a fire in her.
“I’ve grown to like it, you see,” she growled, as she massaged her breast.
She felt alive.
***
Josh looked at her face and saw his mother, but also a woman. Her always cute face was flushed red, enhancing her beauty. Her lips were full and parted, her wet tongue peeking between them. Her eyes opened and she met his gaze intently for a few seconds before looking down at his now drooping dick.
“We need to get cleaned up,” she said. “Starting with this, as it is drenched.”
It was a quick motion, divesting herself of her nightie, but for Josh, he saw it all in slow motion. She bent over slightly and grabbed the back of the garment behind her neck and pulled it over her head. As the hem rose, he saw his mother revealed section by section.
First, her legs, which he’d seen before, but this time the treasure at their meeting point as well. She was bare there, her nether lips plump and rosy. Next came her waist as it narrowed from her hips and then her belly, delightfully healthy and moist where his semen had seeped through her gown. Then came the part he never thought he’d see but wanted to see most of all: her chest.
Two plump globes of white underboob turned into melon-sized breasts topped with cherry coloured nipples. They were hard and surrounded by two inches of crinkly areola. Josh couldn’t take his eyes off of them even after she finished tossing her wet shift into the laundry hamper. The movement of her throw caused them to shift back and forth. Josh felt drool form, wanting to feel those rubbery nubs between his lips.
His cock stirred.
The bathroom was full of steam now, as the shower was still running. Josh’s mom stepped in, under the flow, beckoning him to join her. He hesitated, still unsure what was going on.