Finishing off [3/5]

Once Brenda was done, she found that somehow both of her hands were now palming his ass cheeks. But she ignored this and said, "Okay, Aidy. All done. Nothing to worry about. What do we do now, Anika? Wait five minutes like we do with the other thermometer?"

"Ya. Five minutes."

"There now, Son. That was hardly anything, right? Now all we have to do is wait." Brenda patted him good-naturedly on his ass, but the pats were really just a different kind of groping. Her hands seemed to act on their own as she found them gliding a fraction of an inch above his skin, lightly grazing the peach hair there.

Anika gave a disapproving cough, and Brenda very reluctantly tore her hands away.

There was an uncomfortable silence, so Brenda said to fill the void, "Aidy, you know how hopeless I am with doing anything around the house. We're all so spoiled. But Anika may not always be there for us, so we have to learn how to be more self-sufficient. Now if you get sick, I'll be able to take your temperature. There's really nothing to it. Do you think you could do it? Do you think that if I came down with a fever and got really hot, could you stick it in my ass?"

Adrian's mind was instantly filled with a vision of pushing first his finger and then his penis into his mother's asshole. He opened his eyes in shock and said, "Momma?!"

"What, Pooh Bear? Did you not hear me? The warm water is probably causing you to drift off. I was just saying that if your mother is hot, will you stick it in her?"

He stammered, "Um, stick it in?"

"Yes. Stick it in. Son, I'm asking you to stick it in me! Stick it in your Momma! That is, if you think your own mother is hot." She was so excited by her own words that she couldn't take it. She was sitting on her ass in the water just behind her son and her crotch was right at the surface of the water. She plunged her hands into the water and dug under her panties, feeling for her clit. She figured that since her son was still facing the wall it didn't matter what she did behind him. And she needed satisfaction badly.

Adrian meanwhile had completely forgotten about thermometers. He replied, nearly screaming, "Momma, you're hot! You're so hot!" Knowing that his mother was sitting nearly completely naked in the bath right behind him, his whole body seized up as he valiantly fought the urge to cum. Even without anyone touching his penis, it was touch and go to see if he could stave off a great climax, and only the mortal fear of the shame that would result when Anika and Brenda saw him do that kept him from going over the edge.

Unconsciously, and without knowing what he was really doing, he began clenching his PC muscle. To his surprise, he didn't actually cum. But he was in pure heaven as wave after wave of extreme pleasure washed over him.

Brenda stared wide eyed at her shaking son, waiting for his penis to shoot out ropes of hot cum at any second. One hand flew over her clit faster and faster and while the other one roughly mauled her tits.

Adrian had no idea just what an exciting scene was transpiring just a foot or two behind him. His mother had nearly lost all control and was contemplating if she'd have time to get her lips around her son's penis before his rockets of cum began exploding out of it.

But Anika was still there, and even though she too was getting very aroused, she could see things were getting out of hand. She leaned forward and began snapping her fingers in front of Brenda's face. At the same time, she said, "Aidy, vhy do you tink you're so red? Tell me your symptoms. Does your stomach hurt?"

She kept babbling on, barely giving Adrian a chance to reply, because in addition to distracting him, she was also trying to mask the noise Brenda was making. As soon as Brenda had found her clit, she began climaxing. Anika's finger snaps were too late to stop that. However, they did bring Brenda back to reality just enough to remind her not to cry out in frenzied ecstasy. Her mouth gulped like a fish as she let out a silent scream. She did her best not to thrash about in the water too much, but wasn't entirely successful in that.

Luckily, Adrian was so busy with his own orgasmic struggles that he barely noticed. He only had a vague sense that there was some water splashing sounds coming from somewhere, but he never would have guessed in a million years that Brenda was climaxing right behind him.

Brenda came copiously, as she always did, but luckily the surface of the water was sudsy and mostly hid the fluids that escaped from her panties. She suddenly felt limp and more than a little guilty. So she said, "This hot bath water is getting to me. I think Anika can handle it from here."

Her maid helped her stand up, and then she staggered out of the bathroom.

Anika remained. With Adrian still on all fours in the water, his penis still stirring the water's surface with its insistent throbbing, she decided to bring an end to things. She hadn't been keeping time, but she figured it was close enough to five minutes, so she reached over and pulled out the thermometer. She looked at the reading, and to her surprise, it really did register a fever. But she knew that was just sexual heat and that in fact he was perfectly healthy.

She said, "Good news, Aidy. You seem perfectly vell. No fee-wer. I'm sure you've been in that uncomfortable position long enough. I'll let you be alone. Such a good, obedient boy. I'm going to tell Brenda the news."

Adrian turned over and watched her close the door. The instant it closed he began double-fisting his erection. Seconds later, arcs of semen flew out over the bath water and splattered against one of the tile walls. He let out a groan of great relief.

But as soon as the climax ended, a tremendous feeling of guilt washed over him. He felt guiltier still, not so much for lusting for his gorgeous mother since he'd lusted for her for years, but because he felt helpless to stop. No matter what happened, he knew that he'd be masturbating again to remembered visions of his mother's nakedness before the day was done.

Then he remembered the video surveillance system and shuddered as he considered the endless erotic possibilities. He wondered just how many more times his penis was capable of ejaculating in a single day, because the only thing that could slow down his rampant lust was soreness or sheer exhaustion.