13 comments/ 173138 views/ 24 favorites The Shower and the Seduction Ch. 02 By: sixdayssouth THE BEST STORIES always begin with 'so there I was'. And this one is no exception. So there I was, standing naked in front of the kitchen table, my hard dick standing proudly in front of me. It was pointing straight at my near-naked mother, who was perched on the edge of the table, straddling me and eyeing my cock like it was a piece of hard candy just waiting to be sucked. Her torso, stomach and tits were still wet with the cum I had sprayed on them just minutes before, and the only stitch of clothing on her body was the tiny white thong that just barely covered her wet pussy lips. My balls were churning, readying another load of semen, and my dick was pulsing with anticipation. Standing there, I couldn't help but think about the events which had led me to such a precarious position. The snowstorm had cut off the power to the house, and had also cut off any chance of getting out. The doors and windows were covered by the snow, and we had no idea how long we would be trapped inside. The old woodstove in the kitchen had provided us with an ample supply of heat, and we had decided that the old generator in the basement could be used for a few minutes of hot water each night. That way we could at least have a quick shower. What we hadn't planned on were the events that followed. The plan was for me to turn on the generator in the basement while Mom got into the shower. Then I would rush upstairs and jump into the shower while she ran down and turned it off. But when I ran upstairs on that first night, I rushed into the bathroom naked only to find my wet naked mother staring back at me. She had just stepped out of the shower, and obviously hadn't expected me to move so quickly from the basement to the bathroom. We both stared at each other for what seemed like forever, neither of us able to move a muscle. Staring at the beautiful naked woman before me, my cock involuntarily sprung to life and Mom couldn't help but stare at it. After a while, we both clumsily fumbled for ways to cover ourselves up, not that it really mattered at that point. We were both embarrassed, but it didn't last long. Mom came to me that night and explained how what had happened, though it may not have been an ideal situation, was a positive thing because it would allow us to be completely open with each other from then on. Anxious to put the whole thing behind us, I reluctantly agreed, and we mutually decided that we didn't want it to affect our relationship in a negative way. Then I woke up this morning to find Mom in the kitchen wearing nothing but a white lace bra and thong, and it didn't take me long to figure out her take on our newfound 'openness'. Naturally, my cock was immediately hard, and Mom took advantage, quickly getting me to undress and jack myself off while she finger-fucked herself on the kitchen table. So, once again, there I was, just waiting for what would happen next. Mom seductively wrapped her legs around my waist and pulled me toward her hard. My dick slapped against her taut stomach, and the thick purple head rested just below her massive cum-covered breasts. She reached up and grabbed me behind my neck and pulled me close to her. "Honey," she whispered, and she lightly shook me back and forth. "Honey," once again, louder this time. "Hey, wake up!" My eyes opened slowly as I awoke, confused. Mom shook me lightly, and brought me out of my daze. Holy shit, I thought. It was all a dream. No fucking way! But how much of it was a dream? What the hell was going on? "Hey, you awake?" "Yeah," I replied groggily. "Good. We're almost out of firewood, so I need you to run down and bring some more up." "Okay, sure." "Thanks. Oh, and you can have a few minutes to take care of that first, if you want." "Huh?" I asked, finally gaining some coherence. "Take care of what?" "That," she said, glancing toward my crotch. "You can have a few minutes to take care of it before you get up, if you want." I looked down between my legs and saw the huge tent my dick was making in the sheets. I was as hard a rock, no doubt because of the dream I'd been having. "Oh shit," I said as I moved to try and hide myself. "Relax," Mom giggled. "You don't have to do that. After last night it hardly seems necessary." "What happened last night?" I asked. "You don't remember? Our little mishap in the bathroom, with the shower?" Phew, I thought. At least I didn't dream that part. "Yeah, I remember. I thought it might have been a dream." Mom laughed lightly. "Well it looks like you were having one hell of a dream, but last night was definitely the real McCoy." "Right." "Okay tiger," she said, slapping me on the leg. "You do...whatever it is you need to do in here, and then get us some firewood." She got up and headed for the door. She was wearing a white men's button-down oxford that fell just below her ass, and a pair of uggs. "I'm gonna go make us some breakfast, okay?" "Subtlety, Mom," I said with a smile. "You might try that sometime." "Honey, we've seen each other naked. Subtlety is pretty much out the window at this point, don't you think?" She had a point. "Fair enough," I said. She smiled at me, quickly glanced down at the tent in the sheets again, and then left the room. My cock was aching for attention, but jacking off seemed inappropriate. I had done it the night before, after the incident, but in retrospect it seemed so wrong. She's your mother, I said to myself. Quit acting like a fucking sicko. I dragged myself out of bed and moved toward the dresser to find some clothes. I checked myself out in the mirror and notice that the door was still wide open behind me. I thought of closing it, but decided to leave it open. Let her see me, I thought. As dirty and wrong as it seemed, I couldn't help but feel extremely turned on by the idea of Mom walking back by my door and getting another show just like the one she got last night. Then she would be entranced by the massiveness of my rod, and a dream-like sex sequence would ensue. My hard cock pulsed and jutted out proudly in front of me. I turned to the side and pushed my hips forward, thrusting it outward even more. I waited for a few minutes, thinking Mom might come back. But the noises from the kitchen gave me no indication that she would. Feeling slightly defeated, I decided to put on some clothes and get to work. The day was fairly uneventful. With no electricity and no power, we were forced to play board games and cards to pass the time. And this was all done by candlelight, since the snow still covered the windows and eliminated any hope of daylight. It was difficult at times, and we both started to get a bit stir-crazy at points. But the thought of tonight's shower, and possibly reliving last night's events kept me focused and helped me through the day. Mom had stayed in the white button-down all day long, which made sense. There was really no need to get dressed. It was clear that she wasn't wearing a bra. Every time the fire would die down and it would get a bit chilly, her nipples would poke through the thin material that was already stretched tightly across her ample chest. She may not have been wearing any panties, either. She had been very protective of her nether region all day, constantly ensuring that her shirt didn't ride too high. I wasn't sure if she was or if she wasn't, but the thought kept me stimulated all day long. When the day had finally waxed and waned, Mom announced that she was ready for a shower. I instantly perked up, and she noticed. She laughed at me and told me not to get any ideas. I was pouting on the inside, but tried not to let on. "I think we should try a different strategy tonight," she said. "Since last night's strategy obviously didn't work." "Well that's a matter of perspective, really," I said. Her eyebrows raised with surprise, and I was even a little shocked at my own audacity. "Easy, tiger," she said with a grin. "Anyway, as I was saying, I think tonight I'll stay in the shower until you get to the bathroom, and then we can switch once you're ready. That way we won't have any unexpected hiccups." "Okay," I said. That sounded good to me. The idea of having her waiting there for me was more than intriguing. As much as I had tried to outwardly deny my feelings about the night before, inside I was aching for a chance to see that gorgeous body naked again. And for her to see me naked, too. She went into the bathroom and closed the door, which hardly seemed necessary given the circumstances, and then told me she was ready. I bolted down the stairs into the dank basement and cranked the generator, which started up on the first try this time. I started grinding and sputtering away, and I immediately took off up the stairs. I darted into the bathroom and ripped my clothes off. When I was completely naked, I tapped on the shower wall to let Mom know I was ready. My cock was thick and semi-hard, ready for what was to come. "Are you ready?" she asked. Am I ever, I thought. "Yeah, whenever you are." "Okay, can you hand me my towel?" "Uh...yeah." I reached behind me, grabbed her towel off the rack and passed it through the shower curtain. "Okay, I'm coming out." She opened the shower curtain and was immediately shocked to see me standing there in all my nude glory. She had wrapped her towel around her from chest to thigh, and was apparently not expecting to see me naked. "Oh shit, honey, what are you doing?" I was confused and embarrassed, and wasn't sure what to say. "Well...I...I don't know, I thought..." I trailed off, unsure of what to do. I was tempted to move for my towel and cover up, but it seemed pointless. Instead, my hands fell to my crotch in a futile attempt to cover myself. "Oh God, I'm sorry." She seemed unsure of what to do, and couldn't decide whether to stay or go, to look or look away. Her eyes darted frantically back and forth, to me, and to the wall; to my dick, and then to my eyes. "Well...go ahead and take your shower." She quickly moved from the shower and out of the bathroom, clutching her towel tightly to her chest. I did get a flash of her bare ass as she ran out of the room, but it wasn't exactly thrilling in the circumstances. I hesitantly stepped into the shower and washed myself quickly before the hot water ran out. When I was done, I towelled off and headed to my room. Mom's door was closed, so I closed my door as well. I chucked my towel on the floor and sat on the bed, wondering what had gone wrong, where the miscommunication had been. After a minute, there came a knock at my door. "Yeah?" I answered, not bothering to get up. "Hey, it's me," she said. Well no shit, I thought. "Can I come in?" "Uh...yeah, just a sec." I got up off the bed and grabbed a pair of boxers out of my top dresser drawer. I slid them on quickly. "Okay," I said to the door. It opened and she peeked her head in cautiously. "Are you sure it's okay?" "Well what difference does it make now?" "Right." She opened the door and walked in, surprisingly still wearing her towel. It was tied tightly under her arms, and flattened her breasts against her chest. The opening in the front left a small area of her upper thigh visible, just below her hips. She looked sexy as hell with her hair all wet and clingy. Her bright blue eyes stood out so much more when her hair was wet. She was truly a beautiful creature. "So," she said as she cautiously moved further into the room. "Can I sit?" "Sure." I threw the rumpled blankets aside to give her some room on the side of the bed. She sat facing me, with one leg on the floor and the other pulled up beneath her. The towel rode up higher on her hips when she sat, but still fell between her legs and around them, restricting any chance of a quick peek. Still, the thought of her wet naked body under that towel was stimulating, and I couldn't help but imagine her out of it. We sat in awkward silence for a few moments, until she finally broke the ice. "So I guess we had a little misunderstanding earlier, huh?" "Yeah that's one way to put it," I said. "Another way might be to say that I looked like a complete asshole." "No you didn't. You were just obviously thinking a little bit more...liberally than I was, that's all." "Well yeah, I just figured after last night it didn't really matter anymore. I was thinking we'd just do a switch real quick and not worry about...you know." "Yeah I know. Believe it or not, that's exactly what I was thinking too, but I wasn't sure that was what you had in mind. Obviously I was wrong." "Well that worked out really well for me. I show up nude and look like an idiot, and..." "Oh stop, you didn't like an idiot," she cut me off. "Well I sure as hell felt like one." My frustration was obvious, and she knew she couldn't talk me out of feeling like a jackass. She pushed out her lower lip in a sad pouty face. "Aw, what can Mama do to make it better?" I smiled at her and she giggled. "Nothing I guess. It's over now. Might as well just forget it." "Would it help if I gave you a little peek?" "Come again?" I said with surprise. "Will it make you feel better if I give you a little flash? Even things up a bit? After all, it's only fair. Turnabout's fair play, right?" She was grinning devilishly, and I couldn't help but smile an awkward smile. I was dying to see her naked again, but I couldn't admit that to her. Could I? The thought of her lewd suggestion immediately made my dick stir inside my loose shorts. Within seconds I was hard, and there was no chance of hiding it from her. She glanced down at the hardness that was trying mightily to force its way through my thin boxers. "Should I take that as a yes?" "You're not serious," I said. "I'm absolutely serious. Now do you want it, or not?" I didn't answer her, but I didn't have to. The answer was stretching through my boxers, and it was quite apparent. Slowly, she raised up to her knees and stared seductively into my eyes. My eyes were locked on hers as she reached up to untie her towel. She placed an arm across her breasts, and loosened the towel with the other, letting it fall. She licked her lips and danced back and forth on her knees, teasing me. She held a corner of the towel loosely over one of her nipples, leaving the majority of the breast exposed. My eyes were locked on her tits, and I was practically salivating with the anticipation of the moment that towel fell. She was giggling like a school girl, obviously revelling in my infatuation. She turned slowly from side to side, carefully allowing a little more of her body to be exposed with each sway to the left and right. Then she placed her free hand down on the bed in front of her and leaned on it, allowing her massive breasts to hang forward, and exposing a deep crevasse of cleavage that I could've gotten lost in for ages. My mouth was involuntarily hanging open, and my tongue was heavy with saliva. Finally, she stopped gyrating and rose back up to her knees. "Are you ready?" she asked, with a sultry rasp. The lust in my eyes was all the answer she needed. She bit her lower lip, closed her eyes and raised her arms, dropping the towel to the bed. She clasped her hands behind her head, and opened her eyes. My mouth was hanging open, my heart was racing, and my cock was throbbing. Even though I'd seen it the night before, her body was so amazing that at that moment I felt like I could've burst through my shorts and shot a load of cum halfway across the room. Her huge tits were heavy and round, with large dark areolas encircling her hard nipples. Just south of them was her well-toned stomach, which gave way to her wonderfully curvy hips, the hips that surrounded the thin strip of neatly-trimmed pubic hair that marked the path down to her sweet pussy. She took her hands from behind her head and slowly began feeling her body, running her fingers in between her legs, out over her thighs and up her torso. When she reached her breasts, she grabbed them and squeezed them together hard, lifting them up toward her chin, and then dropping them back to her chest, where they flopped heavily against her. Needless to say, I was speechless and in ecstasy. I could feel my pulsating cock leaking pre-cum into my shorts, and I longed to cum. "So what do you think?" she said, with a huge smile on her face. She leaned back on her arms and parted her thighs, allowing me a better look at her clean-shaven pussy lips in the dim candlelight. Obviously, my brain-power had been diverted to other things at the moment, so an answer escaped me. But I'm sure she was well aware of what I thought. "Hey, wait a minute," she said. "Why am I the only one naked here? Shouldn't you be returning the favor?" When I once again failed to answer, she got on her hands and knees and crawled across the bed toward me, her huge tits swaying beneath her as she did. "Stand up," she said. She pushed me back off the bed, and I rose to my feet. She sat herself down immediately in front of me and reached for the waistband of my boxers. She licked her lips hungrily as she slowly began to pull them down. She pulled them off my ass first, leaving my hard cock covered and forced downward. Then she looked up at me with a sly grin, bit her tongue between her teeth and put her hands up on my chest, raking her fingernails down my body slowly toward my torso. I groaned as she did it, and that obviously turned her on, because she gasped as her fingers reached the lowered waistband of my shorts. Then she slid her fingers beneath it and pulled it downward, allowing it to slide slowly, almost painfully slowly off my rigid cock. She reached the tip and my dick suddenly shot upward, directly toward her face, and she gasped again with delight. "Oh my," she cooed. With a gratified smile, she dropped my boxers the rest of the way to the floor, and I forced my cock forward, elated that it was finally free. A long strand of pre-cum oozed from the tip and landed squarely on Mom's thigh. I gripped myself hard and squeezed out even more cum onto her. She giggled and sat forward, her lips just inches from my aching manhood. She reached up behind me and gripped my ass hard, pulling me very slightly toward her. She parted her lips and cocked her head to the side, acting as if she was going to take me into her mouth. But she stopped before she touched me, so close that I could feel the warmth of her breath on my dick. Her tongue stretched past her lips, darting toward my cock, but not touching it. She moved from side to side, almost licking the hardness before her, but never reaching it. She teased me shamelessly, and as much as I hated it, God I loved it. She snarled hungrily and clamped her teeth together, acting as if she wanted to bite me. My cock jumped and more precum squirted out, landing on one of her nipples. Mom watched it and smiled as it slowly seeped down her naked tit. She took a hand from my ass and clamped it over her breast, squeezing it hard. She moaned softly as she caressed one breast, then the other, her eyes never leaving my hardness that hung so dangerously close to her mouth. Her other hand slid around from my ass to my thigh, and I moaned as a thumb lightly brushed against my balls. She massaged me gently as her other hand left her tits and grinded downward, disappearing between her legs. She gasped and moaned as her fingers found her swollen clit, and I did too. Then suddenly it all stopped. She fell backward onto her elbows, her huge tits heaving on her chest with each gasping breath. The smell of sex hung in the air around us, and I knew her pussy was wet and wanting. She gazed up at me with a knowing smile, and I stared back down at her, wondering what was next. "Okay tiger," she gasped. "That's all you get for tonight." The Shower and the Seduction Ch. 03 Author's Note: The second chapter of this story was a long time in the making, and I received several complaints about that. In fact, some people were downright rude about it. I ask everyone to keep in mind that I am not a writer. I do these things for fun only, and only when the mood strikes me. But to those of you who offered kind words of praise and encouragement, I thank you, and I rushed out this third instalment just for you. I hope you all enjoy it. Cheers. __________________ I sluggishly opened my eyes with a deep yawn as I glanced over at the clock to check the time. The small red digital numbers flashed 12:00 over and over again, and my initial thought was 'shit, the power must've gone out'. That was, of course, before I came to my senses and realized that the power was, in fact, back on after a two-day outage. Another quick shot of excitement came when I realized that I could actually see around my room without any candlelight. A small shred of daylight was peeking through the upper corner of my bedroom window, and suddenly I was wide awake. It wasn't enough to light up my room completely, but it offered hope that we would soon be freed from our little prison, and after two full days of nothing but candlelight and go-fish, that small shred of daylight was cause for celebration. I leapt out of bed and flew to the window, trying hard to see anything I could through the crack in the corner, but my eyes hadn't adjusted yet and it was all just a glowing white blur. Still, it was obvious that the sun was shining and working quickly to melt away the snow, and that was good news for us. "Hey tiger," I heard from behind me. I spun around to see Mom standing in the doorway, and my concern about the melting snow and the electricity instantly vanished. She held two steaming cups in front of her, and, as per usual, was scantily clad. For the past few days she'd been teasing me, albeit unintentionally, with the conservatively sexy ensembles she'd put together to keep herself comfortable and warm. But today she was putting it all out there. This morning she wore only a tiny white negligee that fell just below her hips and was slit clear up to her waist on both sides. It appeared to be silk, with spaghetti straps and lace embroidery that ran up and down the curves of her bust. It was low-cut, but not trashy. In fact, this might have been the sexiest I'd ever seen her look. I'd seen her completely naked now, on multiple occasions. I'd seen the curves of those beautiful big breasts up close and personal, and I'd seen the neatly shaven lips of her juicy pussy just begging to be fucked good and hard. I'd seen her in her most vulnerable state. But there's just something so damn sexy about a woman with her clothes on. As all of these thoughts ran through my head, I suddenly became very aware of my own nudity. I glanced down at my body for a split second just to confirm that I was in fact completely naked. I was. And Mom wasn't thinking twice about it, either. She stood in the doorway with a sly grin as her eyes roamed freely over my body. Two days ago, maybe even yesterday, I would've run for cover, but given the past two nights' events it seemed silly. Hell, last night she sat right here beside me, in my own bed, stroking my thigh and watching me hungrily while I jacked myself off. There was hardly any point in attempting to feign some sort of modesty now. "I made you some hot chocolate," she said, her eyes fixed happily between my legs. My cock stirred and began to stiffen as I walked toward her. "Thanks," I said as I took the cup from her. We locked eyes, and it was obvious she was enjoying this moment. I couldn't help but smile as I wondered what sort of dirty thoughts were running through her mind. "What, no good morning kiss?" she asked. "I haven't brushed my teeth yet," I said. Neither of us could resist a smile. "Well I'm not asking you to use your tongue. Come here." She offered me a cheek as she moved her body against mine, pressing her braless titties against my chest and ensuring that my stiffening hard-on ended up squarely between her legs. I instinctively wrapped my free hand around her waist and pulled her body tight against mine, bending slightly at the knees to press my cock further between her legs. I kissed her cheek softly and my free hand wandered south, exploring the curves of her ass. I could feel the tiny thong she wore beneath the silky material, and suddenly I was hard. She gasped as she felt me begin to slide between her legs, and then she pulled away. My cock slid out from between her thighs as she stepped back, and it stood long and proud, pointing slightly upward to her upper torso. "We've got to stop meeting like this," she kidded. "Oh, I don't know," I said. "It's kinda fun." We smiled at each other as I sipped my hot chocolate. The steam felt good against my face, though it was already quite warm in the house. "You'd better be careful with that thing," she said, eyeing my hardness. "One of these days you're gonna take somebody's eye out." "Well who's fault is that? You're the one walking around dressed like Sharon Stone or something." She made her best attempt at looking offended. "Excuse me?" she said indignantly. "My tits are way bigger than Sharon Stone's." "No argument here," I said. "Besides, you're one to talk. Look at you, walking around naked." "Hey, it doesn't seem to be bothering you too much." She smiled a big smile as her eyes once again roamed over my tight body. We both studied each other for a few seconds, sipping our hot chocolate and once again recounting the previous nights' events. Finally, she spoke. "See the power's on?" "Yeah, and I've even got some daylight in the corner of my window, too," I said excitedly. "You should see the kitchen. One of the windows is uncovered more than halfway." "Nice." "We just might be able to get out of here tomorrow." "Yeah, and at least with the power on it'll be easier to entertain ourselves while we're in here. One more game of Scrabble and I was gonna set fire to the dictionary." "You and me both." We laughed lightly and each took another sip. "Well, are you gonna put some clothes on and come out, or do you need to…relieve yourself again." "Maybe later," I said with a grin. "I think I'll come out now." "Okay, I'll start some breakfast. Anything special you want?" "Yeah, French toast!" "Of course," she said. With a quick glance at my cock, she turned and walked out of the room. I leaned out the door and watched her pert ass sway as she walked away. Obviously she knew I was watching, because halfway down the hallway she reached down and lifted the hem of her negligee, exposing her pert ass as she walked. Very nice. I turned back into my room and went to the dresser to find something to put on. Despite our house being covered in snow in the middle of winter, it was surprisingly warm this morning. Mom must've turned the furnace up when she discovered that the power was back on. I rummaged through my drawer until I found a loose pair of boxers, and pulled them on. My hard-on instantly poked through the hole in the front, but I wasn't concerned. I reached under the bed and pulled out a pair of house-shoes and slipped them on, then I grabbed my cup and headed for the bathroom. I brushed my teeth and washed my face, enjoying the warm water after days without it. I let it run over my hands for a minute just for the hell of it. Then when I finished I headed out to the kitchen for breakfast. "Hey, it's really warm in here this morning," I said to Mom as she busied herself at the stove. "Do you have the furnace turned up or something?" "Hell yes," she said. "It's always so cold first thing in the morning, so when I saw that the electricity was back on I cranked it up right away. Is it too hot?" "No, not at all. It's nice, actually." "Well you can turn it down if you get too warm," she said. "I can just put some more clothes on." She turned to me and smiled, and I smiled back. "No, that's quite alright," I said. "I'd wouldn't want that to happen." She winked at me and turned back to the stove. It was odd how comfortable we'd become with each other over the past two days. But it was really nice, too. I felt closer to her than I'd ever felt before, like I really had nothing to hide from her. I guess when you're trapped with someone the way we had been for those two days, you really bond with them. Sure, we'd bonded in an overtly sexual way, but that was purely by accident. We'd opened up to each other in other ways too, and I think that really helped us to feel more comfortable with each other all around. We chatted lightly as we ate. We turned on the television and learned that the storm had been the worst snow-storm in our area since the mid nineteenth century. The news anchors said that more than ten feet of snow had fallen in eighteen hours, a figure which seemed impossible. A state of emergency had been declared, and measures were apparently being taken to aid the local workers in uncovering the city. They showed images of rooftops and chimneys poking out from under the snow as crews of men worked diligently to try and uncover the town. Power had evidently been restored to the majority of homes, and city officials expected to restore some normality by Friday, which was still two days away. Luckily, Mother Nature was cooperating, and no more snow had fallen after the storm passed. If we wanted, we could tune in hourly for updates and live coverage of the relief efforts. After we'd finished eating, we decided to get busy with all the things we'd neglected for the past two days due to the power outage. Mom started in on the dishes now that we had hot water, and she asked if I'd do some laundry. I headed to the laundry room and started sifting through the clothes, separating the whites from the colors, the delicates from the not-so-delicates, the darks from the lights, and so on. I started tossing a load of darks into the washer when I came across one of Mom's bras. I picked it up and marvelled at the size of the cups. I must've done Mom's laundry a thousand times before, but I'd never been concerned with her underwear. That was probably because she was never shy about wearing them around in front of me. But now, after I'd seen how large her breasts actually were, I was enthralled with the instrument that somehow held those monsters against her chest all day. It was black and lacy, and the cups looked large enough to fit over my head. I looked at the tag, and turned it in my fingers. 34DD. Not bad, I thought, and I tossed it into the wash. We spent the morning and early afternoon cleaning and working around each other, watching the snow slowly melting away from the windows and giving us more and more daylight. By late afternoon, the small peek-a-boo corner of my window that had been uncovered that morning was nearly halfway clear. We could see outdoors now, but there wasn't much point in looking. It was like an endless lake of snow as far as we could see. The surrounding houses were buried just as badly as we were, some even worse. Mom had changed after breakfast, and put on a pair of boy shorts and a tight pink tank top. She made it very difficult for me to work all day, continuously striking sexy poses and making lurid comments. In her younger days, she must've been one hell of a cock-tease. Of course, I'm not complaining. I enjoyed every minute of it, though by late afternoon it was starting to get to me. As the sun went down we decided to shower up and then maybe enjoy some television together for the remainder of the evening. Mom came and stood in the doorway of my room and watched me as I folded the last of the day's laundry. I held up a pair of slinky thong panties and stretched them over my fingers. "These are cute," I said with a grin. "They're one of my favorites." I tossed them at her and grabbed a handful of my clothes to put away. "Hey, I was just gonna go take a long, hot shower. Care to join me?" I closed my dresser drawers and turned toward her, quizzically. "Huh?" "I want to know if you want to join me in the shower," she said, as if it was the sort of thing she asked every day. "I want you to massage my back while I stand under the hot water. It'll be very relaxing. For me, anyway" "Oh really?" I said. "And what's in it for me?" She rolled her eyes and pursed her lips like she was thinking really hard, and then quickly pulled her top up over her head, her heavy tits bouncing against her chest as they popped out from the tight material. She tossed the shirt on the floor and looked at me with a cocky smile. Then she shoved her fingers into the waistband of her shorts and slowly slinked out of them, and kicked them off her foot onto the tank top. "Is this enough, or do you need more?" she said. Despite the fact that I'd seen her like this several times now, the sight of her beautiful naked body was stunning. "Uh…count me in," I said. "Excellent," she said as she walked toward me. "You won't be needing these then." She dropped to both knees directly in front of me and grabbed my boxers, yanking them down to my feet. My semi-rigid cock sprang outward and brushed against her cheek. She gasped and placed a hand over her mouth, feigning embarrassment as she stared up at me. "Oh my," she said. "Whatever shall I do with this?" She turned her head slightly to the side and brushed her lips over the shaft of my hardening cock, her eyes never leaving mine. She opened her mouth and her tongue crept past her lips and gently massaged my rod. My mouth hung open as I watched the breathtaking sight before me. As soon as she saw that I was completely hard, she reached up with one hand and held my dick to her lips. She closed her eyes and pressed her tongue flat against the base of my cock, and slowly licked up the shaft until she reached the head, her hand sliding down to cup my balls. Then she softly closed her lips around me and gave a gentle suck. "Uhhh," I moaned as I felt her tongue flicking at the sensitive underside of my cock. She released me with a soft smack of her lips. "Mmm, salty," she said, looking up at me hungrily. "You need a shower." She stood up and turned around and headed for the door. "You coming?" she said as she turned to look back at me. "I think I'm going to," I said. My knees were weak and my heart was pounding. I could barely breathe, let alone follow her into the shower. "Ha ha," she said. "Well hurry. I wouldn't wanna get cold." She winked and strutted away toward the shower. "Oh my fucking God," I whispered to myself. I hastily kicked off my boxers and my house-shoes and hurried for the bathroom. My mother just wrapped her lips around my dick, I thought. The moral implications of our actions crossed my mind briefly, but disappeared as soon as I walked through the bathroom door and saw her incredible naked body again. She was bent over the side of the bathtub with her ass in the air, her long legs locked and her massive tits hanging low away from her chest. Her legs were parted just enough for her sweet little pussy to be perfectly visible, and she knew exactly what she was doing. She turned her head to the side and stared back at me as I stood motionless just inside the bathroom door. One hand was on the tub to balance herself, and the other she raised between her legs and slowly began running a finger up and down her puffy pussy lips. "Didn't your mother ever teach you not to stare?" she said. "My mother taught me a lot of things," I replied, my voice shaking. "But I'll be damned if I remember one of them right now." She smiled, and then gasped as she touched herself just the right way. Adrenaline was coursing through my veins, and all I could think of was burying my cock inside that pussy. The shower was running and steam was filling the room around us. She smiled at me as she opened her mouth and licked her lips seductively, and that was all I could take. I rushed toward her with my cock thrust forward, my eyes locked on my target. Suddenly, she spun around and sat down on the edge of the tub, reaching out and stopping me as I lunged forward. She looked shocked as she stared up at me, my eyes wild with lust. "Ah, ah, ah," she said with a smile. "We mustn't get ahead of ourselves." "Fuck, are you kidding me?" I was exasperated and out of breath. "Just relax, tiger. I'll take good care of you, I promise. Just like I did last night." Last night I took care of myself, I thought. She continued, "Let's take a shower. Later on we'll think of some more…exciting things to do." She winked at me and stood up, pressing my cock into her body as she rose. She kissed me on the cheek and gave me a wink, and then stepped into the steaming water. I exhaled, defeated, frustrated, but still unable to turn away. I stepped into the shower, my balls churning and my cock throbbing. Mom was facing me, her head tilted all the way back as she ran her fingers through her hair under the water. Her fantastic tits bounced and jiggled with every movement, and the sheen of the water added that extra sexiness to her already perfect figure. I watched intently as she caressed herself under the water, softly running her hands over her breasts and down between her legs, over her ass. The entire shower was nothing more than a fantastic tease-fest. She asked me if I would wash her back, to which I readily agreed. I soaped her up and massaged her back deeply as I did it. She bent forward and stuck her ass out toward me, intentionally rubbing herself just slightly against my protruding erection. I grinded against her more than once, but she retracted each time. She was killing me, but I loved it at the same time. Finally, when it was my turn under the water, she pressed herself up against my back and soaped up my chest and abs, slowly working her way down to my lower torso, where she played for a while. She rubbed back and forth, and down to my inner thighs, up between my legs, and then back up around my throbbing cock. I nearly came when she finally wrapped a hand around my aching shaft and gently slid her soapy hand up and down me. Another second or two and I probably would have, but she released me and moved on to my back, where she massaged me just as I had her. It felt nice, and it was relaxing. In fact, after a few minutes of her gentle massaging, my erection began to fade a little. When we had both finished showering, we stepped out and towelled off. My cock was finally flaccid, and I was semi-relaxed. I needed to cum, but for the moment I could concentrate on other things. "Mmm…I feel like relaxing on the couch on watching some TV," she said. "How about you?" I gave her a look that clearly said I had other things on my mind, but conceded. "Yeah that sounds alright." She wrapped her towel across her breasts and tied it off, and then wrapped her hair in another one. I tied mine around the waist, and we both headed for the living room. After just getting out of a steaming shower, and with the furnace burning the way it was, it was downright hot in the house. But we figured we'd cool off after a few minutes of relaxing anyway, so we retired to the living room and turned on the television. Mom asked if I would get her a glass of wine from the fridge, so I brought her the bottle and a glass. She kidded and asked if I was trying to get her drunk. Of course not, I replied. What possible reason could I have for doing such a thing? She popped the cork from the bottle and poured herself a glass. She offered me some, but I declined. I was never much of a wine drinker. I flipped through the channels searching for something decent to watch. I found The Godfather playing on the classic movie channel.