Sharing the Shower (Taboo Erotica) (3 page)

CHAPTER 5

The rest of their morning at the beach went by without any major incidents. Tim managed to get himself calmed down, though when his mom stood up to get into the lake, the sight of her brought back all of the confusing emotions he’d been struggling against.

He spent a while swimming with her in the water, which was just the right temperature to cool off his body and his hormones. The two of them splashed each other and enjoyed the day in the same way that any mother and son would. For a couple of hours, Tim was able to forget about his strange urges.

“Hmmm, the water looks a little cloudy,” said his mom. “I think it would be best if we both take a shower when we get back.”

Another shower?

Tim wasn’t sure how to respond. On one hand, part of him was eager to see her naked again. He still wasn’t sure what had happened the last time they’d bathed together, how things had ended with him and his accident. He couldn’t ignore his mom’s sexuality any more than he could ignore that of any sexy woman, as confusing as it was for him.

But, on the other hand, she was his mother. The boundaries between them were set in stone, as clear as the boundary between night and day.

Why do I feel so excited to see her naked, then?

“Tim?” His mom was staring at him the beach expectantly. “Is that okay, sweetie? We’ll have to share the shower again, just like yesterday.”

Tim felt his cock harden, and was suddenly glad that he was in deep enough water for it hide everything up to his waist. He slowly nodded.

“Yeah mom, that’s fine,” he said. “Not a problem.”

The two of them were mostly silent on the drive home, with Vanessa occasionally commenting on the radio program. Tim could feel the same exaggerated sexual tension in the air between him that he’d felt in the bathroom the day before. He was anticipating what was to come, even though it made him feel guilty and weird to admit it.

I’ll be more careful this time. It won’t be the same as it was yesterday. I won’t let it get to that point.

Once Vanessa had parked the car back in their driveway, the two of them headed inside. Tim sat in the living room, staring at the TV without really watching it while his mom buzzed around the kitchen and made the two of them lunch.

“It’s turkey and bacon, your favorite.” His mom was suddenly standing in front of him, holding a plate with a sandwich and chips on it. Tim realized that he’d been completely zoned out.

I was thinking about her, remembering what I saw. I need to put a stop to this!

“Oh, uh, thanks, mom.” He took the plate from her with sheepish, downcast eyes. His mom ran one of her hands through his hair and then squeezed his shoulder.

“I’m just going to clean up a bit in the kitchen while you eat,” she said. “Afterward, we should take a shower. I can still feel grains of sand in my hair.”

Tim’s cock began to respond to her words before he’d even consciously processed them. He met his mom’s gaze for a moment and felt his entire body heat up with erotic sensitivity.

“Alright mom,” said Tim. “Just let me know when you’re done.”

She smiled at him.

“I will.”

Tim had only just finished eating when his mom came back into the living room. She looked strangely nervous and awkwardly toyed with her fingers in front of her as she walked over to the couch.

“Are you ready, sweetie?”

Am I ready?

The question quietly escaped her lips, as though she was sharing a secret with him. Tim began to wonder how much of what he was feeling his mother shared. He didn’t just see her naked the last time they showered. She saw him, too. She saw all of him, including his hard, aroused cock.

“Yeah mom, I’m ready,” said Tim.

He followed close behind her up the stairs. His mom looked over her shoulder and smiled nervously at him as they both entered the bathroom. The shower looked more imposing than anything Tim had ever seen before, as if stepping through the curtain would bring him backwards down a one way street.

“Well, here we are.” His mom smiled at him. She was still wearing her swimsuit under her outfit, and as she slowly began to pull her t-shirt up and over her head, Tim turned his eyes onto her and felt his cock begin to stir eagerly.

What the hell is wrong with me? She’s my mother, for god sakes!

Vanessa wiggled out of her skirt next, her butt popping into view, covered only by the tiny bikini bottom and now slightly tanner than it had been the day before. She kept her swimsuit on as she bent over and began fiddling with the knobs, wiggling her hips slightly as though it was the most natural thing in the world.

“Are you going to get undressed, honey?” She asked the question in a conversational tone, but the words made Tim begin to pulse with excitement.

“Uh, yeah, of course, mom.”

He was also still wearing his swimsuit, and with just that and his t-shirt to take off, he was completely naked within seconds.

“This will start to feel totally normal eventually,” said his mom. “After one or two more showers, we’ll look back and wonder how we…”

His mom trailed off as she turned back to face him, her eyes locking onto his erection. Tim suddenly felt incredibly embarrassed and wished that he’d been able to calm down like he had the day before.

“Sorry mom,” he said, guilt seeping out of his voice. “I… can’t control it.”

Vanessa took a step closer to him and smiled tenderly.

“It’s alright, honey.” She untied her top and let it fall to the floor, and then slowly lowered her bikini bottom. “It’s just a natural reaction. You are a teenage boy, after all.”

Tim stared at his mother. There was no steam, or the shower curtain, or anything obscuring his view. Her breasts almost seemed to glow with erotic potential, and he was almost sure that he could see the moistness in the mostly hidden folds of her pussy.

Why does she have to be so sexy? She’s my mom, and I’ve never been so turned on in my life!

“We should probably get into the shower and get started,” said Tim. His mom nodded.

“Alright.”

She waited right at the edge of the curtain for him to walk over. For a moment, the two of them just stood staring at each other, only inches apart. Tim desperately wanted to pull her close, to hug her, to do more than that. He was her son, and at that moment, it was hard to tell the love he had for her as a mother apart from the lust he felt for her as a woman.

Vanessa looked back at him, her eyes filled with a similar conflict. She was breathing heavily, and her cheeks were slightly flushed. Her body language was open, almost enticing. Finally, she stepped over the rim of the bathtub and into the tiny shower. Tim followed after her, feeling the water begin to hit his head, perfectly warm and inviting.

“I’ll help you wash off first, this time,” she said.

“Okay, mom.”

Vanessa picked up a bottle full of body wash and squeezed some of it into her hand. With her other arm, she moved Tim, positioning him so that he was directly under the shower head. She pushed up close to him, his cock poking into her stomach as she did.

Should I apologize? Or should I…?

Tim’s mind went blank as his mother began to rub the soap onto his chest. She was staring him right in the eyes, and he could see nothing but love in them. Every touch felt erotic even though her hands were high up on his body, rubbing his pecs and shoulders clean.

He felt his heart begin to race faster as her hands dropped lower, rubbing across his abs. She smiled at him, as if letting him know that everything was okay, that she was still his mom, and he was still her son.

Is this okay?

One of her hands grazed his cock ever so slightly and Tim almost jumped in surprise, pleasure coursing through his body like static electrically charged bliss.

“Tim…” whispered his mom. “Do you want me to clean this for you, too?”

She wrapped her fingers around his cock, gently and tentatively. Tim nodded his head.

This is so wrong! But… she did offer.

With her soft, soapy hands, his mom slowly began to pull up and down on his cock. It felt amazing, and without meaning to, Tim leaned his head forward onto her shoulder, as though he had regressed back to being a little boy that leaned on his mother to cuddle.

Is she washing it, or is she…?

He didn’t need an answer. His mom leaned forward against him, pushing her big, soft boobs against his chest as she continued stroking him, her pace even and constant. Tim found it almost impossible to think about anything, the reality of what was happening threatening to short-circuit his brain.

Tim felt his hips move forward of their own volition. For a second, his cock slipped out of his mom’s hand and pushed forward against what was right in front of it. The head of his dick poked in between her thighs and traced the folds of her pussy ever so slightly before he pulled back. His mom caught his eye for a second and smiled at him as though he’d stolen a cookie before dinner.

“Here…” she whispered. “Let me finish getting you clean.”

She brought one of her hands back to his achingly hard cock, so sensitive to her touch, and let the other lovingly cup his cheek. Tim stared at her, boobs fully out and on display for him, and felt more confused than he ever had before in his life.

This feels so incredible… What does that mean? Am I a pervert, after all?

His mom licked her lips and then glanced down at his cock before looking back up at him and meeting his eyes. There was no confusion in them, but it looked as though she had given into something, like she’d decided to give him a gift out of season.

Why is she doing this?

Tim could only wonder about it for a second or two before he felt himself reaching the point of no return. He opened his mouth slightly, feeling his mom begin to increase her pace pumping his cock. She smiled at him and ran one of her hands through his hair.

“Mom,” he whispered. “I… you’re going to make me…”

She nodded.

“I have to finish getting you clean, sweetie.”

She’s going to make me cum!

Tim shook his head, suddenly terrified by the prospect. He felt his cheeks heat up as he thought about how embarrassing it would be for them afterward, how they’d have to live with it for the rest of their lives. His mom put her hand back on his cheek and turned his face to meet hers. There was only love in her eyes, pure love, without even the slightest hint of doubt.

“Mom!”

Tim pushed forward as he began to blow his load, again bringing his cock into dangerous proximity with her pussy. His mom was fast with her hand, maneuvering it in front of the head of his dick and catching his hot, sticky load before it had a chance at her forbidden target. The pleasure was almost too much for Tim, and he felt his knees begin to waver as it took hold from deep within.

“There we go,” whispered Vanessa. “Let’s finish up. We’re wasting water.”

Tim could only stare at her blankly. She was still naked in front of him, a goddess of feminine perfection, his own mother.

My own… mother? She just gave me a hand job?

He watched as she turned away from him and began shampooing her hair.

“Come on, sweetie, hurry up and get back to washing,” she said.

Even though he had just had the most intense orgasm of his life, Tim’s cock stayed rock hard for the rest of the shower. He washed himself quickly, just as she’d told him to. He was hoping beyond all hope that she would touch him again, touch his hardness again, even though the idea of it was still so confusing and strange.

I don’t understand any of this. I just know that it felt so good…

This time, Vanessa finished first. She rinsed off one final time and then turned to her son before getting out.

“See, that wasn’t so bad, was it?”

Tim shook his head. His mom leaned in and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek before climbing out.

“I’m going to get started on dinner, honey,” she said. “Your father isn’t going to be home until the end of the week, so it will just be the two of us again.”

“Ok… mom.”

Just the two of us.

CHAPTER 6

“Sweetie, are you asleep?”

Tim blinked his eyes open, feeling the familiar post nap fatigue that only happens after drifting off during daylight hours. After getting out of the shower, he had headed straight back to his room and collapsed into bed, mentally and emotionally exhausted.

“I’m awake mom,” he said. “What’s up?”

The sun had already set, and his room was dark. Tim almost felt like he was still dreaming for a moment as he sat up and pulled the sheets off. He was only wearing his boxers, and his cock was pushing eagerly out against the fabric, apparently unaware or unconcerned by the action it had already seen that day.

“Can I come in?” asked Vanessa. “I fixed you a plate. You can eat it in here if you want.”

Huh… She usually never lets me eat up in my room.

“Yeah, come on in. I’m just lying in bed.”

The door to Tim’s room opened. The light from the hallway revealed his mom’s silhouette. She had changed out of her beach outfit and into a thin, tiny nightgown that he’d seen her wear a few times before. He could see the shape of her breasts outlined underneath it, defined and suggestive.

She put the plate she was carrying down on his dresser and then sat on the bed next to him. Tim felt his heart skip a beat as a shot of adrenaline coursed through him.

Earlier in the shower… That really happened. It wasn’t just a dream.

“I just wanted to make sure that you were feeling alright, honey.” His mom reached over and set one of her hands on his knee, coming dangerously close to sensitive territory. “I know that the whole showering together thing is still a little new, and, well, a little weird.”

Tim shrugged.

“It’s just really different, mom,” he said. “I feel like it’s bringing us a lot closer together.”

His mom nodded, and he could just barely make out the hint of a smile in the dark.

“I think so too!” She inched closer to him on the bed, coming close enough for Tim to be able to see that she wasn’t wearing a bra. “We just have to keep being open with each other about it. Whatever you are feeling, Tim, you can share it with me. I’ll understand.”

“Mom, I… I mean, I’m just a little confused by it, I guess.”

What are we talking about? The shower, or something else?

Vanessa rubbed Tim’s knee encouragingly, and one of her fingertips slipped up a little higher on his thigh. He let a soft, silent gasp, his heart beat rapping against his chest with growing urgency.

“You don’t have to be confused, Tim,” she whispered. “I’m your mom, and you’re my son. We both love each other. Isn’t that really all that matters?”

As she spoke, her hand slipped further up, coming to a rest on his achingly hard cock right as she finished her sentence. Tim moaned and felt his hips slide up in reaction.

“Oh yeah mom,” he whispered. “I… I love you.”

“And I love you too, sweetie.” His mom began to rub his bulge slowly until the head of it had popped out of his boxers. “I love you and I want to take care of you in any way that I can.”

“Oh god, mom.”

“Shhhh, just relax.” Vanessa ran her thumb over her son’s cock, rubbing a couple of beads of pre-cum around as though she was buttering up a cooking pan. Slowly, with tenderness and love, she began to pump her hand up and down.

This can’t be happening. We’re not in the shower… none of this makes any sense.

“Just let it happen,” his mom whispered, as though reading his mind. “Let mommy take care of you, honey.”

Tim felt her fingers looping into the waistband of his boxers as she began to pull them down. His cock popped free with an almost comical enthusiasm, and then he felt his mother drawing closer to him on the bed.

“I’m going to show you just how much I love you, Tim,” said his mom. “Are you alright with that?”

I want her to do it, even if it makes me feel ashamed and confused.

Tim nodded.

“…Yeah mom,” he said. “I want you to show me.”

Tim watched as his mom brought her head down towards his crotch slowly, steadily. He couldn’t believe it, not right up to the moment when her lips touched the head of his cock and sent warm, wet pleasure coursing through his body, far beyond anything he’d ever experienced before.

“Oh god!”

Tim felt his mother rubbing one of his thighs softly, almost as though she was encouraging him to give deeper into the experience. He leaned back on the bed and felt her slowly begin to suck, only taking the tip of his prick into her mouth at the start.

“Mmmmmm.” His mom let out a satisfied hum that reverberated through his hard on as she slipped her mouth lower down onto it. Her tongue was drawing circles on the soft skin of his shaft, as though she was trying to lick her lips with his cock in her mouth.

Oh god. This is so wrong.

It was impossible for Tim to reconcile his emotional conflict at that moment. She was his mother, and she was sucking him off. She was the woman that had raised him, the woman who had always been there for him, through scraped knees and bee stings, always there to comfort and calm him down. And now she was sucking him off, as though she were a porn star in a sleazy web video.

It felt too good for him to be able to stop her, even though part of him screamed out for him to at least try. This changed everything. Tim wasn’t sure if he’d be able to see her in the same way, if he’d be able to put the temptation and lust away now that it was out of the bag.

Will we ever be able to go back to normal?

A shaft of moonlight spilled in through his open window as the clouds shifted up in the sky. Tim could see his mom bringing her lips lower on his shaft as her tongue worked its sinful magic, gliding across the head of his dick with forbidden movements.

Vanessa’s eyes were still those of a mother. Tim stared into them and saw more love and emotion than he’d ever suspected a single woman could harbor. There was conflict and doubt in them, too, but it was drowned out by something else, something that looked a lot like devotion.

She’s sucking me off because she’s devoted to me? As a mother?

Tim opened his mouth to give voice to his thoughts when he felt his mom begin to speed up her pace, bobbing her head up and down, as though she was in a porn shoot, and the director had just given her the cue to move forward with the cum shot.

“Oh, oh wow,” he moaned. “Mom, jeez. If you keep doing that…”

He put one of his hands on the back of her head and tried to ease her back, but his mom took it as encouragement and redoubled her efforts. She let his cock pop out of her mouth for a second and then brought her lips down the side of it, almost as though she was trying to play it like a flute. Tim could only moan and melt back onto the bed.

“There’s nothing wrong with this, honey,” she whispered. “I’m just showing you how much I love you.”

As if to emphasize her point, she brought her lips to the tip of his cock and gave it another kiss. It was an exaggerated peck, the same type that she used to plant on his forehead or cheek before he’d go off to school when he was just a little boy.

“Oh god mom!” Tim couldn’t keep his voice quiet as she moved her mouth back in and redoubled her efforts, licking and kissing his cock with practiced ease. She wasn’t just giving him head, she was making out with his member, using every part of her mouth to show him how much she cared.

Tim reached down and grabbed at her breasts through her nightgown, feeling the softness of them as his mom continued to bob her head on his cock. They popped out of the top easily, and he felt the naked flesh of her big boobs in his hands as he stared down at the beautiful woman sucking his cock, the woman who had raised him.

“Mom…” he whispered, urgency leaking into his voice. “I, I’m going to…”

She began sucking faster and more intensely, one of her hands soft rubbing his chest as she worked his cock with tender determination. Tim couldn’t help it. He gave in.

I’m going to cum in my mother’s mouth… This is so wrong!

He let out a small gasp as his cock began to blow its load, blasting his seed out and sending unbelievable amounts of pleasure through his system. His mom had pulled back a little too far right before he started, and the first string of cum splashed across her face.

She brought her mouth right back to where it was needed and sucked the rest of her son’s cum out of his cock. She kept blowing him even as his body began to relax, still pleasuring him even after every drop of his seed was expended.

We just did the unthinkable.

After a minute, Tim felt his mom shift position on his bed, sliding up next to him and bringing his head to rest in her lap. She ran one of her hands through his hair softly, as though gently consoling him, making everything okay.

“You should eat your food soon,” she said. “You don’t want it to get cold.”

Tim sat up and stared at her. She didn’t look any different. She still looked like his mom.

“Mom…” It was impossible for him to find the words for what he was feeling. After a second, she reached out her hand and cupped his cheek in it.

Maybe I don’t have to say anything?

“I’ll see you in the morning, honey,” she said. “Any requests for breakfast?”

“Uh… waffles, I guess?”

“You got it.”

Tim tried not to stare at his mother’s breasts as she leaned in close to him and planted a soft kiss on his forehead. Then, without saying another word, she got up and left the room.

He let out a sigh and then collapsed back on his bed. He was tired, but before he went to sleep, he got up and walked over to his plate. His mom had laid out the food for him in separate little sections, keeping the rice from mixing in with the stir fry and the vegetables. It was exactly the way he liked it best.

Tim smiled.

END