Now it was his turn… he laughed, “Oh mom when I am really turned on… one time won’t do!”
My mind burst… My son was multi orgasmic… or maybe just a teenager. I stood watching him clean is cock. It was fantastic. It stood tall and thick. I licked my lips.
“Mom?” Robert asked. “Yes,” I stammered. He looked right into my eyes. I felt him touching my soul. “Did you finish?” he asked. I sat down beside him. Me in just a top; him his pants bunched down around his knees. “We need to….. to talk,” I said. “To answer your question, yes I did cum. It was wonderful… but am I finished? Well that is a different matter.”
He just smiled and put his hand on my leg. We sat in silence and just enjoyed each other in the same room. I looked down at his proud cock again. “Wow that is still hard!” I said. He just wrapped his fingers around it and said… “You did this to me!” I closed my eyes and my insides glowed… my son has just told me… his mother, that I am responsible for his current hard on.
All that time of thinking about his cock… him jerking off… his cum. I never saw beyond this point… I never thought this through. “Do you need to cum again”? I asked him.
“Not yet,” he said. “Let’s just keep talking.” He stood up, took off his pants and asked if I wanted a shower. Here was my 15 year old son standing right in front of his half naked mother with a royal hard-on asking me if I wanted to shower with him. I looked at his cock, then into his eyes… “We need to set some rules… don’t we?” I asked.
“Relax mom… it is just a shower,” he said… he now seemed a lot more in control. I raised my hand… he took it and we walked upstairs together.
When we got in the bathroom, I felt light on my feet… I was dizzy and this was moving in slow motion. Robert bent and turned on the shower… I leaned up against the counter… he turned to me and pulled of his shirt… “Join me when you can,” he said. He stepped in the stall and pulled the door closed. I could see him through the glass washing him self… his dick standing right out in front. What was I doing…? I pulled my shirt off and opened the door. Robert smiled at me and said, “I was afraid you were going to chicken out.”
“Well it is just a shower… right?”
I stepped into the shower. Robert looked at me. I mean all of me. He looked me over head to toe. I stood there watching him watch me; my arms were folded across my belly; my legs tightly together.
He said, “Is this wild or what?” He put his arms up and ran his fingers through his hair under the water, to sort of slick it back; you know. He blew water from his lips and looked at me. “Cold?” he asked. I said “a little”. With that he moved further under the water and beckoned me to step into the water spray.
I took one step into the water; man it was hot. It was like a million fingers touching my body. I had no idea I was so very sensitive right then. “Warm eh?” Robert asked.
“It is nice,” I said. Robert moved closer to me. I stepped to the side. He slid past me; I felt his hard cock against my legs.
He stood behind me. “Let me wash your hair,” he said.
I ran water into my hair and leaned my head back. Robert then put the shampoo on my hair and started to rub it in. It felt so nice.
His fingers were strong and gentle at the same time. He was kneading and pulling my hair. The hot shower was blasting my tits. It was almost stinging. I could feel the water running down my front; past my belly and down my pubic area. This was a moment of pure pleasure. It was not fucking, it was not sucking, but it was the single most erotic moment in my life.
Robert is a little bit shorter then I, so I turned around and let him clean the parts of my hair he otherwise might have missed. As I was facing him, I bent my head down. I could see his cock, long, slender, it was so red and purple. It made me wonder if he had enough skin to contain such an erection. I smiled.
He told me I need to rinse off the shampoo so I turned around and ran my head under the water. I closed my eyes. I jumped. I could feel his hand on my body. He had a bar of soap and was washing me, first my belly, then my breasts; he soaped those very well. He let his hand slide down my body. He had the bar of soap and he was scrubbing into my pubic area. Then the moment of truth happened. His hand slid between my legs. He was washing my pussy. For the first time in 18 years, he was touching my pussy. I should have stopped it, but I said nothing. I opened my legs wider. The bar of soap was making love to me; gliding along my cunt up the crack of my ass. As he pulled forward I could feel his finger touch my ass hole and then slide between the lips of my sex. This was wonderful.
The soap was like a lover to me. Oh, I had no clue what I wanted to happen, but I did know I did want something to.
His hand felt wonderful. I closed my eyes and leaned into him and kissed him full on the mouth. Our tongues played with each other. I had not kissed a man like this in a long time. It was one of those kisses that were almost as good as fucking. His hand was still between my legs, this was fantastic. I took a chance and grabbed his cock. It was rock hard and hot as hell. It was like a fire-poker, it was so hot.
He stopped kissing me. And looked at me. “Mom are you sure you want to do this?” he asked.
It was like a slap in the face. I woke up to what was happening. “Oh Robert…” I said. “I am so sorry…” I ran out of words. I jumped out of the shower and ran down the hall to my room. I shut the door and fell on my bed. I was soaked from the shower but I did not care. I lay on my bed, and started to cry. What a horrible person I am. I tried to fuck my only child. This was not only wrong, but highly illegal.
I heard Robert turn off the shower; He walked down the hall and opened my door.
“Mom?” he said.
“Get out,” I stammered.
“Mom, you’re all wet, your gonna get sick,” he walked toward me. “Here,” he took off the towel he had around his waist and held it out to me. I took it and said “Thanks, now leave me alone.” He stood there stark naked his majestic cock still tall and proud. I looked at it and said, “Go get dressed, and leave me alone.”
He sort of laughed and said, “I think you have seen this before, no point in being shy now.”
It was like I was the child and him the parent. I used the towel to try to cover myself. Robert sat down. “Here let me dry your hair,” he tried to take the towel from me. I held it back.
“Robert, this was a mistake, we never should have…”
He cut me off. “Bullshit! This never would have happened if we did not want to happen!”
I looked at him.
“Mom if you want to stop then we stop but I am not going to pretend we did nothing.”
We sat in silence. I do love this boy! As I sat on the bed barely covered by the towel; I looked to his rock hard cock. Now I know what you’re thinking. Why not just go for it? I thought about all the things I had wanted to do to him and all the things he could do to me.
Robert then broke the silence. “Mom if you want to stop we will, but if you don’t mind. I need to get rid of this,” he said pointing to his penis.