3 comments/ 29112 views/ 3 favorites Splish Splash By: SeaCat We paddled out into the middle of the lake in our rental boat. The boat was an old rowboat, but despite that, it did the trick. Reaching the center of the lake, we dropped the anchor, watching the line pay out. When it stopped, I tied it off; making sure the boat wasn't going anywhere. I turned back to you and nodded that we were ready. We started to re-check the gear, especially the tanks. This was going to be our first dive with these tanks, steel 120's. Not to mention, it was to be our first dive in this particular lake. I heard about it from another diving friend of mine, and so, decided to try it. Once the gear was ready we got dressed in our “shortie” wet suits. (Did I mention the water was warm?) Joking with my wife about a story I had read the night before about a couple of divers having sex underwater, I watched as my wife peeled out of her T-Shirt and shorts revealing her body to me. Her breasts, while not the largest I had seen, were a natural C-cup. Even though my wife was thirty-five, her breasts didn’t sag, standing firm and proud on her chest, held tightly by her bikini top. (I think she buys her tops a size small just to make her chest look bigger.) Letting my eyes wander appreciatively over the rest of her five-foot-six, firmly-muscled body, I watched as her short strawberry blond hair glistened in the sun. She pulled on her wet suit, (filling it out nicely I might add), and I marveled at our still being together. In this age of “throw away” marriages, we were still in love and lust with each other, even after being married for ten years. Maybe it was her cheerful personality, her slight exhibitionist streak, or her willingness to try just about anything that kept us happy. I don’t know, but whatever it was, it worked for us. Once we were ready, we looked at each other, sat on the transom of the boat, and back-rolled off, one after the other. Once I hit the water, I let myself sink to about ten feet, then moved away from the boat to give my wife room to get into the water. When I was clear of the drop area, I turned around. First hearing the muffled sound of a splash, then seeing the large cloud of bubbles in the water, I knew my wife had joined me in Neptune's Realm. She soon came gliding out of the bubbles to hover there beside me in the 85° water. The water at this shallow depth was slightly murky, with about 20-foot visibility. I had been promised by my friend that once we hit 30 feet, it would clear up. Watching my wife, I waited until she signaled that she was okay. Then I pointed downward. Popping some of the air out of our Buoyancy Compensators, we started slowly gliding down into the depths. As we approached the 30-foot mark, I noticed the water seemed a little more murky below me, as if I was flying into a bank of thin clouds. Passing through this, I was in some of the clearest water I had ever seen. The visibility was incredible, at least 100 feet. Not only that, but because of the shape and design of the lake's bottom, the light had actually increased, and it was warm, like a bathtub. Looking at my gauges, I saw the water temperature had risen to 90°. Oh, did I forget to mention this was a thermal lake? Sorry. Nearing the bottom, at 50 feet, my wife and I slowly popped air back into our B.C.s' until we stopped completely, about five feet off the sandy bottom. Looking to my right, I could clearly see the anchor for the boat. Swimming over to it, to check on how it was holding, I turned away from my wife. Not a problem, as she was doing well, and the water was so clear. After inspecting the anchor, I turned and started swimming back to my wife, casually looking around me as I went. There was more plant life than I had expected, with huge schools of fish. This was definitely not a dead lake. Reaching my wife, she mimed wiping sweat off her brow. She was right, it was warm down here. No wonder so few people dove here. You could cook yourself. Suddenly, my wife got my attention. She motioned for me to head for the bottom. I thought, O.K. why not? When we were both kneeling on the sand, she motioned for me to grab her B.C. Doing this, I watched as she first undid the straps, then slid out of her B.C. Reaching down, she removed her fins, and clipped them to one of the D-Rings on her B.C. Next, she removed her weight belt and set it on the sand, while holding onto the B.C. with the other hand. Once she removed the weight belt, she was slightly buoyant, and didn't want to make an ascent to the surface. Reaching up to her throat, she grabbed the long zipper that held her wet suit closed and pulled it down. Struggling slightly, she removed her wet suit and rolled it up. She strapped her weight belt around it to hold it on the bottom of the lake. Once she removed the wet suit, she was as close to neutral buoyancy as you could get. Doing this revealed the coral-red thong bikini she was wearing under the suit. Reaching out, she slid back into her B.C. and snugged down the straps again. Turning to me, she motioned that I should do the same. Thinking about it, I realized she was right. So, holding my regulator firmly in my mouth, I shrugged out of my B.C., and handed it to my wife. Floating to the sandy bottom, I removed my weight belt, placing it across my lap. Then, I began to remove my wet suit. It was a struggle, but with patience and some work, I got it off. At this point, I was wearing just my fins, a brief bathing suit and my mask. Holding on to it, I wrapped my wet suit in the weight belt, correctly assuming I wouldn't need the weight, but the suit would, in order to keep it on the bottom. Setting it down, I re-donned my B.C. Seeing what I was doing, my wife did the same with her wet suit and weight belt. Once we were ready, we swam over to the anchor line, and tied our suits to it. This way we would be able to find them later. While I was busy tying my suit to the line, I happened to glance at my wife's wet suit. There was something red on it. This caught my eye, as my wife's wet suit was black and yellow. Looking closer, I noticed a piece of cloth that looked like a bathing suit bottom. Looking around at my wife, who was hovering behind and slightly above me, I noticed she wasn't wearing anything other than her dive gear. (It was kind of hard not to notice, as my mask was about six inches away from her freshly-shaven mound.) Looking further up her body, I could see her smiling around her regulator. Pointing towards me, she motioned I should join her in this nude diving. Liking the idea, I too was soon wearing only my gear. Now we were ready to continue with our dive. Checking our consoles, we saw we still had plenty of air, and we chose our direction. Swimming along, we glided above the smooth, undulating, sandy bottom of the lake, noticing the fish and vegetation. The feeling was incredible! Never before while diving had I felt like this. For the first time, I was diving, unencumbered with clothing; feeling the movement of the water as it swept across my body. Looking ahead, I saw my wife had passed me. Looking closer, I could see that the water was also having an effect on her. The lips of her sex were suspiciously puffy, and slightly spread, allowing me to glimpse her inner lips every now and then as her legs worked in slow steady kicks. Increasing my kicks slightly, I swam up beside her. Looking closely, I could see in through the arm holes of her B.C. and could see her nipples were as hard as I had ever seen them. Liking the looks of this, I did something I had never done before. I reached out, slid my hand inside her B.C., and fondled her breasts. Startled by this sudden attention, she stopped and looked over at me. The effect of this novel experience was instantly obvious to her. Reaching down, she firmly, yet gently grabbed hold of my hardness. Removing her regulator for a second, she smiled at me, and then licked her lips. After replacing the regulator, she rolled over, swinging her legs so they were straddling my hardness. Pulling gently, she guided me into her warmth. Now I was behind her, with my dick wedged firmly inside her. Grasping first her hips, then her tank, I slowly pushed my way further inside her, until finally I was completely in. This was incredible! We were floating in total weightlessness, about ten feet off the bottom of the lake, nude but for our dive gear, and getting it on. Gently, I pushed on her tank, and felt myself slowly sliding out of her. Before I had come out completely, I pulled again, sliding my way back in. Obviously she liked this. I could hear faint moans coming through her reg. Suddenly I could feel a hand on my balls. On one of the out strokes, I looked down and saw she had reached down, and was alternately playing with herself, and me. Only in this environment could she do this comfortably. After doing this for a while, she turned once again, without letting me slip out of her, until she was facing me. Wrapping her legs around my hips, she laid out straight. Seeing this, I grasped her hips, and pulled her to me. Liking the feel of this, and wanting me even deeper than I was, she slowly released her grip on me, and spread her legs, giving me more room. Alternately pushing and pulling her, I was soon sliding deep inside her again. This time I could watch as her breasts were swept back and forth by the movement of the water. This was great! We were having sex, and didn't have to worry about gravity's affect on our positions. After trying several more different positions, we again went back to the face-to-face method. Soon, we were riding each other to orgasm. I could feel the walls of her sex first tremble, than clamp down on me when she started having her orgasm. The feeling of her pussy getting even tighter than normal brought me to the edge, and with a muffled roar, I let loose deep inside of her. Floating there, we rested with me inside her, in complete bliss. After several minutes, I recovered enough to wonder about our air. Looking at my gauge, I saw I had about a quarter of a tank left. Reaching out, I grabbed her console and checked her air, about the same. Looking at her, I motioned it was time for us to head back. Signaling that she understood, she pulled away from me. Getting our bearings, we slowly swam back to the anchor line, knowing we had to, but not wanting this interlude to end. Too soon for me, we were back at the anchor. Once again I checked my air. Damn, we were getting lower than I liked. Looking at hers, I saw she had about the same amount as I did. Pointing to the air gauges, I motioned we should start our ascent. Looking at our suits, she shrugged and pointed up. After a slow and steady ascent up the anchor line, we reached the boat. Popping my head up for a look, I saw there were no other people around. Helping my wife out of her gear, I got her into the boat, then handed up all of the gear, including mine. Needless to say, the view I was getting as she leaned over the gunwale, then bent over in the boat to set gear down, had my whole-hearted approval. Soon enough, I climbed into the boat with her. It was only after a quick hug that I pulled the anchor in. Once we had the anchor on board, we were able to again get dressed and show a respectable face to the world as we rowed back to the dock next to the Catholic Church whose property this was. Smiling to ourselves, we loaded our gear back into our van while dodging parishioners as they exited from mass, while promising ourselves we would return. Only next time, I would bring both my digital still camera and my video camera….and we wouldn’t bother with the wet suits. Splish, Splash It was a celebratory dinner. Allie had just gotten a new new job. This was a call for celebration on many levels. She had the job she wanted, a nice paycheck, and she truly felt she would be enjoying her new work. Chris had promised her a surprise this evening and she was curious what it would be. Dinner had been nice as had the flowers, but they were hardly a big surprise, at least not one worthy of the grin on Chris’ face. As they got in the car after dinner, Chris leaned over gave Allie a kiss and said, “I’ll drive”. Once in the car Chris pulled out a long piece of silk and tied it like a blindfold over her eyes. “Now I’ll take you to your surprise,” Chris whispered huskily into her ear. Chris drove for a few minutes, his free hand caressing Allie’s thigh. His fingers sliding under her tan skirt feeling the top of her thigh high stockings, his knuckles grazing the moistness of her pussy. Allie couldn’t suppress a sigh of pleasure, the blindfold adding to the excitement. All too soon by Allie’s reckoning, she was enjoying the ride, Chris stopped the car and got out. He led her through a few doors, guiding her around some objects. Kissing her neck he started remove her clothes. She sighed as her skirt hit the floor. She had no lingerie on. The stockings were all she had on under her clothing. A cool breeze as her sweater was removed made her nipples stiffen even more than they were from excitement. Sliding his tongue over her breasts and stomach Chris started to roll her stockings down her legs. She could feel his warm breath on her wet pussy. It sent a shiver up her spine. When the stockings were removed. He whispered, “Its time for you to see where you are.” As the blindfold was removed Allie could see she was in a large bathroom lit by what seemed like a hundred candles. But what took her breath away was the enormous hot tub like bathtub in the center of the room, already filled with bubble bath. “Do you like?” Chris said the smile clearly in his voice. He helped Allie into the tub, and watched as the warm sudsy water rose over her breasts. Standing in front of her he slowly removed his clothing. He teased her a little, performing a sensuous striptease for her. When he finished he stood naked in front of her. His large cock was too tempting for her to resist. She took it in her mouth. Working her tongue and lips over his rod she was soon able to make it much larger. Chris smiled down at her, “Lets not end this too quickly,” He said with a grin. With some remorse he slid out of her mouth and into the tub. “First we have to get you nice and smooth.” He said as he started to lather her leg with shaving cream. He carefully shaved her legs. His touch was sure and gentle. Her legs quickly became silky smooth. The feelings of Chris’ hands running over her legs to check for stubble was wonderful, Allie sighed in pleasure. She felt wonderful sitting in the warm water with Chris paying rapt attention to her. It was a luxurious pleasure that became greater when Chris started to work the lather onto her pussy. Her pussy was slick with shaving foam and her own juices as Chris worked the razor carefully around her swollen lips and clit, removing all traces of pubic hair. Once his ‘work’ was finished Allie was almost crazy with lust. Now the true benefits of the large tub would come into play. Almost leaping on top of him, Allie was able to straddle his lap, and slide her pussy up and down on his cock. His thick shaft sliding along her lips and clit, kept on the outside of her pleasure cave for a little while, heightening her pleasures and desire. Chris’ mouth sucked on her breasts. His tongue circling her stiff nipples. His teeth nipping gently at them occasionally. When her clit felt like it was going to burst she took him into her. Shifting her legs she was able to get into a squat and ride rapidly up and down on top of him. On each drop she could feel his cock slam deeply into her. On each lift, she could feel his head pop out of her. The feeling was incredible, for both of them. The water helped support her weight and she was able to concentrate on the pleasure not her balance. With a shudder she felt an orgasm building inside her. Chris’ moans told her that she was not alone in this regard. As her legs gave out to the waves of joy shuddering through her body, she felt Chris’ cock burst forth with its load. His juices mixing with hers deep inside of her. After holding each other in quite happiness for awhile, Allie was able to look around. Many of the candles had been put out by splashes of water from their passion. But many were still burning bright, and as Chris started to stiffen under her gentle strokes she realized that their passion was still burning strongly. Looking through the bathroom she saw the king-size bed in the suite’s bedroom. The evening had just begun! Splish, Splash Everyone, if asked, would have agreed that the party was going swimmingly, as a pool party should. The thirty or so guests were merrily splashing and cavorting, well-lubricated by the liveried bartender, when Chrissy noticed an odd, yet all-too-familiar sloshing in her right ear. She'd had a persistent ear infection the year before, and the memory of it brought her swimming-pool antics to a sudden halt. Chrissy decided to put her "little shift" back on and just lounge around, pool-side, for the rest of the evening. She cleared her inner ear as best she could, the way her Husband Roger, a Navy submariner, had told her and, taking her sun-dress to a vacant upstairs bedroom, began to doff her suit, laying it on a towel she'd found in the adjacent bath and set on the bed. Just then she heard an almost-inaudible creak and turned to see Bobby, the host, holding an upright finger in front of a widening smile as he opened the door fully, then swung it shut behind him. As she was reaching for her bikini-top to conceal her nakedness, Bobby stepped quickly behind her and embraced her, lifting and very gently squeezing her breasts as he nuzzled her neck, licking a spiral down to her shoulder. He pressed Chrissy face-down on the side of the bed and kneeled behind her, then licked her slit, bottom to top, absently tasting the chlorine from the pool. Parting her with his now-sharpened tongue, he socketed his nose in the smooth ring of her entrance and began lightly to slather her clitoris, by now emerging with curiosity and desire, from its sheath at the front of her vulva. A gasp emerged unbidden from her throat as he flicked her clit three times quickly, just the way she liked it. Bobby rose up quickly, and she reflexively looked over her shoulder to see why he'd stopped. Chrissy heard the rasp of fingernails on fabric and and the muffled plop of his swim-suit hitting the floor, and turned farther to see him standing behind her, his smile replaced by a fixed look. He flexed his knees to equalize their height and, poising his throbbing, rampant cock at her lower lips, spread them with his fingers as he eased into her slowly, taking little half-inch thrusts, each penetrating her a tiny bit more, until he was wholly inside her. Reaching under her chest, Bobby slid his hands along the coverlet and cupped Chrissy's breasts, by now swelling with undisguised desire, as he began an easy rhythm, not wanting at all to hurry the pleasure he found within her. "Ooh!" Chrissy exclaimed as his strokes gradually became a little bit longer, a little bit faster. She noticed that he was, with each delicious thrust, pushing her across the bed. She raised her bottom to accept more of him and tried to brake her slide with her knees, but to no avail. She sensed his weight upon her increase and knew, without thinking of it, that Bobby's feet were now off the floor. And then, before she could even wish to stop her progress across the bed, she felt her shoulders and breasts come off the other side! Chrissy reached her hands down to the carpet to support herself as more and more of her slipped off the side of the bed. Bobby was now lying full-length atop her, still plowing her welcoming furrow, entirely absorbed in how rapturous it felt. All of a sudden, her body was entirely clear of the bed, and, try as she might, she could not support the total weight of both of them with her legs. Sagging beneath his driving mass, Chrissy let her knees fall to the floor, subconsciously smiling through her passion at the contortion Bobby was forced to perform to remain inside her, pleased that he felt it that important. Once again she felt him, now powering into her ever harder, begin to drive her across the floor. She reached out for a Chinese planter which suddenly appeared in her way, steering them toward it. Bobby's thrusts were automaton-like at this point, and both knew the moment of inevitability was at hand and welcomed it with untempered desire. Chrissy's head was up against the planter by now, being slammed into it with each powerful stroke. She absently thought she must be losing an I.Q. point with each thrust, but God, it felt SO good! She felt him begin to shudder and knew he was just about THERE. Lifting her buttocks as high as she possibly could, she clamped her vaginal muscles hard around him and cried, under her breath, "Oh, GOD, Bobby, pump me FULL!" Bobby lay full length on top of Chrissy as his warm come boiled out of his balls, coursed up his quivering cock and squirted through her cervix, washing her womb with several powerful jets. He rained frenetic kisses over her neck and shoulders, keeping his cock pressed tightly into her as their juices flowed together. Gradually, they felt their fevered breaths return to normal. Bobby withdrew his softening cock and, reaching back to the bed, located the towel and very gently cleaned her. Chrissy raised herself on one elbow and licked their commingled fluids from the head of his now-flaccid cock, then kissed it lightly and winked. "Not... one... word!" Bobby whispered to Chrissy, fearful that his wife, Arlene, would learn of their tryst. She reached out to take her sun-dress and winked conspiratorily. Later on, the party was showing signs of winding down. Chrissy was shmoozing with Denise and Gloria, two close friends, while Bobby was drying glasses on the other side of the kitchen portal. He heard her say to them, in a whisper, "My God, he fucked me clean across the room!" He gave her a tight, resigned little smile and returned her wink from an hour or so earlier. So much for 'not one word', he thought wryly... Splish Splash, I Was Given A Bath The events in this story took place while I was recovering from a bad car wreck in which two of my friends had died and in which I had become extremely injured. I lay in bed staring at the ceiling wishing that I had died instead of my friends. It had been nearly a month by now and I had recovered dramatically. The doctor had sent me home and my mother had left her company in the hands of her assistant, occasionally dropping by, until I was in better health. One of my legs was still broken and the other was sprained so I was not yet able to walk completely and a couple of my ribs were broken so it had made it very hard for me to get comfortable- always having to stare at the ceiling. My arm, which had been nearly ripped out of its socket, had almost completely healed and the Doctor had suggested that I try to swim once a day to get it and my sprained leg back into shape. My mother had taken me down to the pool and played some of her yoga music for me every day since then, but I hadn't yet been able to do anything but sit on the steps in the shallow end and feel even more miserable and soggy than I did lying in my bed. My mom burst into the room interrupting my thoughts. "Honey, why the gloom look?" she had asked but sensing that she already knew she changed the subject instead of pressing it "Are you ready for your swim?" I nodded my head and she tossed me my swim trunks. She turned her back while I slipped on the swim trunks under my bed-gown that I had taken home from the hospital. When I told her I was ready she wheeled my chair over next to my bed and, knowing that I would refuse her picking me up, offered me a hand to give me balance as I struggled from the bed into the wheelchair. When we arrived at the pool out back she rolled me to a stop next to the hand rail that led down into the shallow end and told me she would be right back. I knew she didn't like to watch me in pain as I tediously struggled to get from the wheelchair to the water without breaking any more bones. But we both knew that it was only because of my hard work and stubborn mind that I had recovered so fast. When she returned she was wearing a one-piece bathing suit and paused before getting in the water next to me when I gave her a quizzical eye. Upon entering the water she stated with a gentle smirk that she must have had patented and said, "Well if you are going to swim, then you are going to have to actually swim! And we both know that if you try to do that alone you will end up drowning. So from now until you get better we are going to do this swimming thing together. Now common and lay belly down on my hand, I'll hold you up while you stroke your arms and paddle your feet." Knowing that it was best not to argue, I lay my belly down on her hand and in an instant recoiled in pain. We had both forgotten about the broken ribs and I was the one that had paid for it. After giving me an apologetic look she suggested that this time she place her hand right below the belly and on the flat of my waist. This proved to be more productive and I soon was laughing for the first time in a month and tossing my good arm happily while my injured arm followed behind almost a stroke slower. I was having so much fun that I had not noticed how far my mother's hand had seeped down past my waist. It was now resting right above my cock and, before I could stop it, the surprise sent my cock into an instant erection. My mom must of sensed it too because her laughter also died down. Stating that it was time for lunch she floated me over to the steps and sat me down before she walked over to get my wheelchair. While she was getting my chair I began to fully take in my mom's figure for the first time. Her hourglass figure was accented perfectly by the one-piece that she wore. As she bent down to un-do the breaks on the wheels I noticed that she had the most perfect ass I had ever seen. I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed by now. When she turned around with the chair her dark red hair swung around majestically and she trotted over to me while her gigantic breasts jiggled slightly to and fro. I needed a better look so instead of climbing out by myself this time I asked mom if she would help me, making the excuse that my ribs were still hurting a little from the accident. As she happily bent over to help me up I snatched a non-chalant look down her top. No padding! Her breasts were really that big! After getting me in the wheel chair she began wheeling me back to my room so I could give myself a sponge bath before lunch. Once I was in the room and waiting for my mother to bring me the sponge and soap I would need for the bath; I began to have an idea. When my mother entered the room still drying her hair with one hand and toting a small bag in the other that contained some soap and a sponge, I began my act. "Mom, I think my ribs are beginning to swell." I whined, "I can barely move my good arm without it hurting." With only a small hesitation my mom said "Very well, I suppose I will have to bathe you. Take off your trunks and put a towel on." I did so and told her when I was ready to be put in the wheel chair. She helped me into the wheelchair and rolled me into the master bathroom which was equipped with a luxurious whirlpool bathtub. She rolled me up next to the bathtub and stopped. "I left the toting bag back in your room, go ahead and get in the tub and start the water, I'll be back in a second." She said as she casually walked out of the room. I tried my best to hold down the impending erection between my legs as I complied with her orders. When she returned the water was up to my chest and I was leaning my back against the tub's wall. I had only heard her return because I had closed my eyes to concentrate on not blowing my plan with an early erection. I also heard the gentle splash as she entered the tub and waded in front of me. After I heard a few more splashes I felt the sponge press down on my shoulder and the warm water from it engulf my left side as it ran down my back and chest. The chamomile scent of the soap sent me into instant relaxation and I let out a soft sigh. When I opened my eyes I nearly jumped at the sight that was in front of me. My mother was as naked as I was under the water and I could vaguely make out the forms of her breasts below the layer of suds floating atop the water. Noticing my surprise my mother smiled, "I thought that if I was going to be bathing you I might as well bath myself also and be through with that for the night." I couldn't control it anymore and I felt that ominous erection that had only been warning me earlier now begin to come into reality. My mother didn't notice at first as she was precariously soaping the area around my bad arm, but when the head of my cock protruded from the water and began to stare her in the eye she jumped. "My gosh, it's been a while since I have seen one of those up close." She panted in shock. "I suppose that is going to need washing too" she said as my eyes grew wider and my mouth fell open. With that she slowly spread my legs, one at a time, and moved closer in between them. She took the sponge and rubbed it over my bruised ribs lightly and then held it up so that the drips of water would fall down on my peeping shaft. Tossing the sponge aside she dropped her hand until it disappeared below the water. It reappeared, to my surprise, around my cock and started slowly moving up and down. I could feel the flesh of my penis first stretching upward and folding at the head of my cock and then pulling back down causing a subtle friction inside my tool that in turn sent an arousal like no other I had ever had in my silly attempts at promiscuality in the past. It was then that I had noticed that her other hand had disappeared below the suds and had slowly been circulating somewhere between my mothers legs. "Cleanliness is next to Godness son." My mother cooed with a smile as she slowly started to pant and bite her lip. I turned my attention to the head of my cock and how red and swollen it had gotten. When I looked up my mother had closed her eyes and began arching her back. These made her wondrous globes remove themselves from the water. The soap made crescents at the bottom of her breasts and slowly dripped back into the water to join its brethren. Without out thinking about it, I reached out with my good hand and started to slowly massage her left breast- kneading and pulling on the small hard nipple that rested in the center of her large and puffy pink areola. After a while the suds cleared and I could see my mother's other hand massaging her large clit in rapid succession. I couldn't stand it any more. Removing my hand from her breast, I grabbed her by the waist and pulled her close to me, making her release my cock and her clit so she could balance her self on my shoulders. The pain was minute as her pussy was now grinding against the base of my cock because of the lap-dance type position my mom was now sitting in on my lap. She looked in my eyes for the first time since this encounter had started and, with an evil smile, arched her back and slid her hand down in between us. She gently started to rub my cock against her clit and then down her slit and back up again. With a soft giggle she push the head of my cock inside of her, making my eyes stretch open even wider. The warmth of her vagina around my hefty member was almost too much for me and I was afraid I would end it right there, but then she started to softly move up and down making me pump her. I let out another sigh as she began to move faster all the while a low moan starting in her throat. I felt the walls around my cock clinch as the moan turned into a scream of delight and as she pulled her chest into my face and let her jaw open onto my shoulder. I hadn't gotten off yet but the feeling of me being inside her was enough to keep me aroused as she, panting heavily, recovered from her orgasm. She moved from off my lap and knelt down in front of me again with a deep grin growing across her face. Without warning she suddenly took a deep breath and plunged her red head under water. I felt her mouth open around my tool and her tongue making twirls around the head. She began bobbing up and down all the while using her tongue to further stimulate me. I felt her lips hitting their mark at the base of my cock every time her head went down and then the pressure of the suction focused on my head when she came up. At last, when I thought I could take no more, she came up for air and before I could say anything turned her back to me. I was afraid she was getting out of the tub when she bent over, but then she backed up between my legs again and reached around to grab my cock. This time when I entered her it wasn't so easy and it took a few seconds for my base to sink, which was when I realized that I was deflowering my mother's asshole. I placed my hand on her ass and she began to pull back again and then push a little faster back down and repeated the process until we were moving now at a comfortable speed. She was now panting again and massaging her clit as my man tool un-mercifully raided her backdoor. "Mom I am about to cum" were the first words that I had been able to say since this incident had started. She turned her head and, with the speed of someone who had obviously done this before, began to move her body back into the original position it had been in when I had first entered her. In no time I was spastically pumping into her cunt again and when I felt that familiar sensation welling at the tip of my cock I grabbed a hold of my mother and pulled her against me like she had done me when she had cum. I heard her moan and felt her walls clinch again as I began spraying my man-juice into her steamy womb. I laid my head back and breathed hard, wishing I had a cigarette, when I had finally finished. When my erection had eventually deflated and my mom had gotten out of the tub to dry off, I looked over at her; not believing what had just happened. She turned to me with a smile, "Looks like your exercise had revitalized the both of us. I can't wait till tomorrow's exercise." With that she wrapped the towel around herself and left me there to dream.