Me and mom used to take these showers...

Growing up alone with my mom we used to take long showers together. The first one we had was pretty rough...

Ever since my dad passed away when I was fourteen me and my mom got way closer. Well, maybe that isn't the right term. SHE got way closer to me.

Something you need to know is that for as long as I can remember she was pretty generous in giving out physical affection. When I was a kid she would tickle me every time I was sad. Before school she would always kiss me on the forehead. After I got a good grade she would cuddle me. Then again she seemed to equally enjoy me misbehaving, not shying away from spanking me, always taking her sweet time getting me into position, taking my pants off and delivering several painful slaps to the bare skin. She would then hug me, still with my pants down and whisper how she hopes I've learned my lesson. My dad was heavily against her doing all that. I always had a feeling he was a proverbial wall standing between her and me, preventing her from going too far.

It began maybe a week after the funeral. She started spending more time with me. It was gradual; first she wanted me to help her more around the house, even with the things she could clearly do herself. Then she insisted we spend some time every evening playing board games. Every Friday evening we would watch a movie together.

During these she would take every opportunity of touching me. With the movies especially she'd always end up wrapping her arm around my shoulders like she was my girlfriend in the cinema. When we played board games she was often across me on the floor in her nightgown. She liked crossing and uncrossing her legs, giving me short glances at her shaved pussy. While I was doing my homework she would now sometimes stand over me, pressing her breasts to the back of my head, crossing her arms around my neck and rubbing her cheek against mine.

"She isn't even a bad looking woman" I kept telling myself. She was in her late thirties. Six feet tall, black curly hair. She had a bit of a belly, but her butt and breasts were both big and round. I would know. Her wardrobe had also changed to make that explicitly clear.

Slowly she would begin testing her limits, first kissing me on the cheek before school, then my nose, my neck and then one fateful day she would give me a big smooch on the lips.

I remember jumping back, but ultimately not doing anything about it. Her punishments have also gotten more harsh after all. The amount of spanks I now had to endure was uncountable, but she would now also squeeze and pinch my ass so hard that I could barely walk afterwards.

Then one Friday evening during the Christmas break, right before we were about to pick a movie for the night, she said:

"You should take a shower first."

I sort of shrugged at that. I went to my room to get my pajamas and walked into the bathroom only to realize she was already there.

"Can I...?" I asked in a confused tone.

She slowly made her way to the door, but instead of walking out she just closed it and turned the lock. One slow step at a time she walked up to me. Got really close.

"Why waste the water?" she said softly. She then grabbed the edges of her shirt and pulled it over her head. I watched in shock her bare breasts, her curves, her poking pink nipples all on display. "Well? Get undressed."

I just stood there, paralyzed.

"Oh, come on. You aren't scared of little old me, are you?" she said, still a foot taller than me. "Go on, do it."

I didn't budge. She sighed and without hesitation grabbed my shirt. I didn't dare resist much. She then knelt down and undid my pants. Her gaze met mine. There was some sadistic pleasure in her smile as she slowly pulled them down along with my boxers. I was now standing naked before her.

"Well, come on. I helped you, now you help me," she said sternly.

My heart was beating fast. I fumbled with the button on her tight jeans, pulling the zipper down. I grabbed the edges of the pants and slowly pulled downwards, realizing halfway through she doesn't have panties on. Before I could react I felt a hand on my hair. With a quick, painful tug she pulled me in and drove my face right between her pussy lips. I tried to squirm away but she kept a tight grip on me. She wriggled me around, pushing me deeper and deeper. Each breath I took brought in an overwhelmingly strong smell and just as I was about to start choking she pushed me away. My ass hit the ground with a loud thud. My face was entirely covered in sticky fluid. I looked up. She was blushing, breathing heavily.

“Well, look at the mess you made,” she rubbed her clit. “Come on, let’s take that shower quickly, so we can go back and watch that movie all... refreshed.”

She stepped towards the shower, turning the water on and bent forward a bit to check the temperature. Her ass cheeks spread, giving me a good look at her asshole. With a head turn she let me know to come forward. I reluctantly obliged.

I never knew how cramped our shower was until I had to share it with someone else. It was basically impossible not to touch each other. She put some soap on her hands and spread it all over herself.

“Look how dirty you are…” she pressed her whole body against mine and slowly, clearly taking in the moment licked my face starting underneath my eye, slowly going down and down… When she finally arrived at my lips she put her whole tongue in, carefully exploring every part of my mouth. My eyes instinctively closed. Her left hand wandered down towards my ass, scratching my back on the way. I felt the soapy fingers rubbing against my asshole. I was silently begging her not to go any further, but even if I had screamed it out I doubt she would’ve listened.

There was a searing feeling as her two fingers penetrated my hole, going in and out slowly, sensually. She gave me one last very long, VERY deep kiss before moving forward to my neck and nipples. As soon as her tongue left my mouth I let out a loud scream. At once she added two more fingers, nearly fisting me before quickly pulling all of them out. I gasped, almost dropping to my knees.

I opened my eyes. My body was covered in red lipstick. My left nipple had a hickey around it. I looked down to see what I already knew – my cock was as hard as a diamond. Mom was grinning looking at it. Her body pressed closer. She rubbed her cunt against it, going a little higher with every stroke. I felt her lips on my ear; she was moaning. Eventually her pussy made its way above my dick. It bent a little when her body slid down, missing the opening. She tried again and again, teasing me, brushing her nipples against my chest. My dick was throbbing, until it finally went in. The rim of her pussy parted and I felt so warm and tingly I could barely contain it. I came right away.

Her head flew back. After a short pause she suddenly grabbed my chin and looked me in the eye, clearly not satisfied. She lurched forward, stuffing my mouth with her tongue again, placing her right arm behind my head and grabbing my hand with her left, pinning me to the wall. Her hips moved in circles, still wrapping my dick tightly. I was very far from going limp. She brought her waist down hard and all I could do at this point was try and scream through the muzzle of her lips.

Time kept passing, the hot steam making me dizzy. When I was about to pass out she would spray my face with cold water for way longer than necessary, as if to punish me for even thinking of being able to leave until she’s spent. After a while she turned around and putting her arms on the glass pane slammed her ass backwards into my cock, pushing me into the wall. She kept moving her body in circular motions, banging me like a jackhammer, like I was just a lump of meat. I suppose I was.

She finished almost an hour later when there was not a droplet left in me. She bent down and licked my tip, making sure her hungry body took in the meal in its entirety. As soon as she stopped touching me I dropped to my knees, no longer able to stand straight. I saw a streak of cum going down her leg. She pulled me closer.

“Clean me up,” she said sternly. I just looked at her, pleading with my eyes, but there was clearly no room for negotiation. I stuck my tongue out and put it in her pussy. “Don’t forget the ass.”

Walking out behind her in our pajamas I could barely move. I half-consciously limped my way over to the couch.

“I want to watch… Sleepwalkers!” she said as if nothing had ever happened. “Come on, lay down over here.”

I put my head between her legs like she told me.

“Something tells me it will be a long night…” she smiled.