The Last Shower

This is a true story about the last shower I ever took with my mom.

Since my earliest memories of the shower involved showering with my parents, I can only assume that it had been something we’d been doing since I was born. When you grow up with something, it’s normal. It wasn’t until later in life that I realized it wasn’t quite as common as I’d thought.

Like I said, I grew up showering with my parents. I know I had showered with both at some point, but I mostly showered with my mother. I believe it was a scheduling issue more than anything else. She was the one that was home when it was shower time. Either way, shower time was our time, but it was always innocent. I was young, after all.

I was apparently a late bloomer because I was pushing my teens and still showering with my mom, but I liked it. It was a nice bonding time. Even now in my twenties I feel like the shower is a safe place, so I’ve always been more comfortable in the shower. But back then I must have been around 11 or 12 when I started to notice my mom differently. Suddenly her body was standing out a lot more to me. Showers had just been comfortable and relaxing, but now I was starting to stare.

My mom wasn’t a knockout back then, but she certainly had curves and I was the perfect height to appreciate them. The way her heavy breasts, sagging slightly from age and two kids, swayed with her movements caught my eye. I found myself wondering what it”d be like to suck on them again like I had when I was a baby, not that I had any memory of it. I don’t know if she noticed my staring at her more and more. I doubt she would’ve continued to shower with me if she knew. I didn’t even really fully understand why I was looking at her that way. Until our last shower.

It had started like any other. We both stripped down in the bathroom together, me paying a lot more attention to her stripping than I used to. Then we both climbed in and got into the comfortable swing of our shower routine; shampoo, conditioner, soap. In the middle of the routine my mother bent over to grab something off of a lower shelf and turned as she did. I was mesmerized as the massive globes of her ass, already at eye level, filled my vision. It was a sight I’ll never forget, as the bend made her lips part slightly, giving me the best view I’ve had in my life. It was so good I didn’t realized she was still bending and before I could react, she pushed her butt back into my face. It was just some cheek into my nose, but it was enough to make her stand up with a start.

“Oh! I’m sorry.” She apologized, smiling down at me before noticing the small erection pointing straight toward her leg. “Oh,” she repeated, making me think I was in trouble. “I…I think we should probably start showering separately.”

“No! I like showering with you, mommy. Why do we have to stop?”

“Sweetie, you’re getting to old to be showering with mommy. You’re body’s been going through some changes and, trust me, you’re going to want some privacy. This,” she said, placing a finger gently on the tip of my dick. “won’t just go away.”

“Why not?” I asked.

She reached back over to the soap she was trying to grab before. “We’ll sit down tonight and have a long talk about the birds and the bees. But first, we’ve gotta get clean.” She squirted the soap out onto my dick, the cold liquid sending shivers up my back. “And I think this needs some extra attention today.”

Without another word, she began to pump my cock. I didn’t know what a handjob was, but I knew I didn’t want it to stop. I could feel the pressure building quickly. Her large breasts swung in my face and I wanted to keep staring at them, but my eyes were forced show tightly as I felt myself explode in her hand and against her thigh. She was all smiles and I was out of breath as we finished the rest of our cleaning and never talked about that shower again. Later that night, we had the talk with her and my dad.

That was my last shower with my mom, but I never stopped thinking about it.

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