Shower

As I step through the front door, I feel the cool, crisp air of the early evening wrap around me like a blanket.

I walk into the living room, expecting to see Mama reading in her favorite chair, but the room is empty.

"Mama?" I call out.

"I'm in the kitchen, sweetie," she replies.

I walk down the hallway and find her sitting at the table, a steaming mug of tea in front of her.

"Hey, Mama," I say, leaning down to kiss her cheek.

"Hello, dear. How was your day?" She asks, her voice as soft and gentle as ever.

"It was good," I reply. "How was yours?"

She sighs, her face drawn and tired. "It was okay. It was a slow day, which is always nice. But I'm just glad to be home now."

"Me too," I say, pulling out a chair and sitting down beside her.

We fall into a comfortable silence, enjoying each other's company and the familiar sounds of the house. After a few moments, Mama clears her throat.

"Want to take a shower? I was just about to run upstairs and get one."

"Yeah, sure," I say, standing up. "I'll be up in a few minutes."

Mama gives me a warm smile before leaving the kitchen.

I grab my backpack from where I left it by the front door and head upstairs to my bedroom. I toss my backpack onto my bed and dig through it, looking for my favorite pajamas.

"Ah, there they are," I mutter to myself as I pull out the soft, pink material.

I quickly change out of my clothes and into my pajamas, then head into the bathroom. I can hear the water running from the shower as I enter, and I can see Mama's silhouette behind the curtain.

"Hey, I'm coming in," I say, stepping into the steamy room.

"Okay, dear," Mama replies, her voice slightly muffled by the water.

I walk over to the sink and brush my teeth, watching Mama's figure in the mirror. Her body is light and slender, and her skin is pale and flawless. Her long, blonde hair cascades down her back, and her eyes are a piercing blue.

"God, she's gorgeous," I think to myself.

I finish brushing my teeth and rinse my mouth, then turn around and lean against the counter, watching Mama wash her body. Her hands move over her smooth skin, sudsing her arms and breasts. Her movements are slow and deliberate, and I can't help but feel aroused as I watch her.

Suddenly, she pulls back the curtain, her blue eyes meeting mine.

"Care to join me?" she asks, her voice softer yet still carrying the unmistakable sound of authority.

I nod and quickly undress, tossing my clothes into the laundry basket. I step into the shower and stand behind Mama, the warm water spraying my body.

Karen sat down on the seat inside the shower, her eyes glued to her son's body. His muscles were well-developed, and his body was lean and fit. He was a beautiful young man, and she couldn't help but admire his body. She felt her arousal grow as she watched the water cascade down his muscular chest and abs.

"Come here, sweetheart," she said, beckoning him closer.

He obeyed, walked over, and sat down between her legs, his back facing her. 

As soon as I did, she pulled me into her embrace, wrapping her arms around me.

Her skin was warm and smooth, and her breasts pressed against my back.

Her hair tickled my shoulder.

"There we go. Isn't this nice?"

"Yeah, it is..."

"Now, let's get you cleaned up," she said, reaching for the bar of soap.

I watched her hand as it moved over the soap, lathering it between her fingers.

Then, she brought her hand to my hair and began to gently massage my scalp.

Her fingers moved deftly through my hair, and I closed my eyes, enjoying the sensation.

"There we go. Doesn't that feel good?"

"Yeah, it does."

She smiled and continued massaging my scalp, rubbing the soap into my hair.

As she did, her breasts rubbed against my back.

I could feel the stiff peaks of her nipples graze my skin.

 The cock was now fully erect and angling upwards.

His foreskin had retracted almost completely off the tip, revealing the purple head, and his cockhead was already glistening with pre-cum.

Karen's eyes were fixated on his member, and she could see it twitching with excitement.

Suddenly, Karen's hands moved lower, and I felt her fingernails scratching my back in a way that sent chills down my spine. She looked at Otis's ball-sac, which was hairless, pink, and swollen, and she resisted the urge to kiss his balls. 

"Now let's wash the rest of your body," she said with a gentle smile. I nodded in agreement and watched as she lathered up her hands once more. As she began massaging my shoulders, I couldn't help but feel a sense of relaxation wash over me. Her touch was delicate yet firm, and I found myself melting under her skilled hands.

As she worked her way down my arms, I couldn't help but notice how soft her skin felt against mine. Her fingers danced lightly across my skin, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.

When she reached my chest, her hands lingered for a moment, as if she were admiring the curves and contours of my body. 

"You were such a cute little boy," she repeated, her voice soft and wistful. "I remember when you used to run around the house, your little feet pattering on the floor. You were always getting into mischief, but I couldn't help but love you for it."

I felt a surge of warmth in my chest at her words, and I couldn't help but smile as she continued to explore my body. Her hands were like magic, tracing the contours of my muscles and eliciting shivers of pleasure from me.

"I can't believe how much you've grown up," she whispered, her breath hot against my neck. "You're such a handsome young man now, with a body that any woman would be lucky to have."

Her fingers trailed lower, moving along my abdomen and caressing the sensitive skin there.

I couldn't help but gasp as her nails lightly grazed the flesh of my navel, sending jolts of pleasure through my body.

My cock was now rock-hard, and I could feel my pulse quicken as she continued her teasing exploration.

"I remember when you were just a little scamp," she said with a fond laugh. "You used to run around without a care in the world, and I would have to chase after you to put your diaper back on. You were always so full of energy, and I loved that about you."

Her hand moved lower still, until her fingers brushed against the base of my cock.

"And look at you now," she murmured, her lips inches from mine. "You've grown up into such a strong, handsome man."

I swallowed hard, feeling her hand wrap around the base of my shaft.

Her thumb brushed lightly over the tip of my cock, smearing the pre-cum that had leaked out.

"You would never try to hide your pee-pee from me, unlike the other boys.

You always showed it to me proudly.

You always showed mommy how hard and big your pee-pee is."

Her hands were now rubbing up and down the length of my shaft, her grip firm yet gentle.

I moaned softly, enjoying the sensation of her soft hands stroking my cock.

"Oh, your little pecker was so cute. It was such a pretty little thing. You always had a big smile on your face whenever I washed your little pecker. I remember how it would get all hard and pointy, and how you would squirm when I rubbed it with my soapy hands."

I bit my lip, trying to suppress a groan as her hands continued to work their magic on my cock.

"Now it's not such a little thing anymore, is it?"

Her thumb teased the tip of my cock, and I gasped as a fresh wave of pleasure washed over me.

"No, it's not," I replied, my voice husky with desire.

"Mm, I can see that. It's such a big, strong cock. So big and hard, and ready to please."

She gave my cock a firm squeeze, and I couldn't help but groan as she began to stroke me faster.

"God, I can't believe how big you've gotten. I can't believe how much your little pecker has grown. It's so big and hard and...perfect."

Her hand slid down to cup my balls, and she gently massaged them.

"Such a perfect little pair of balls. So smooth and hairless. So full and heavy. God, I bet they're just aching to be emptied, aren't they?"

I couldn't speak, my breath catching in my throat as she continued to stroke me.

I couldn't speak, my breath catching in my throat as she continued to stroke me.

I was so close, teetering on the edge of ecstasy, and I knew that one more stroke would send me tumbling over the precipice.

Suddenly, she released her grip on my cock, and I whimpered in disappointment.

"Don't worry, sweetie," she murmured, her lips brushing against mine. "I'm not done with you yet."

I moaned as she began to massage my balls once more, her fingers lightly kneading the sensitive flesh.

"Do you remember how you used to love having mommy rub your little pee-pee? On one hand, you drank my breast milk, and on the other, you had your little pee-pee out for mommy to touch. You loved it when mommy rubbed your pee-pee. You would always get so excited, and then you would shoot out your white stuff all over mommy's hands. You would always give Mommy a big, warm hug and kiss after you shot your load."

I could feel her hands working their magic, coaxing more and more of the clear fluid from the tip of my cock.

"Don't you want to do that again? Don't you want to shoot your white stuff all over mommy's hands and show me how big and strong your cock has gotten?"

Karen's fingers were now circling the head of his cock, playing with his foreskin and gently pinching the head.

Otis moaned and arched his back, thrusting his hips forward and pushing his cock into her hands.

"I want to suck your tits, mommy."

"You do, baby? Then come here and suck them."

She says that as she took her hands off of his cock and placed them on her breasts,. Slowly, she pushed her breasts together and raised them up, offering them to him like a gift.

Without any further hesitation, she leaned forward and put her boobs on his face as if she were holding his face between hers in the middle.

Then she shakes her boobs side to side, smothering him with them.

I was overwhelmed with the soft, warm sensation of my mother's breasts on my face.

I felt her nipples brush against my cheeks, and her cleavage engulfed my nose.

The smell of her perfume, mixed with the scent of her arousal, was intoxicating.

"Drink, Otis. Drink my milk.

I'll give you my warm, sweet milk, and you will always be my baby boy."

I take advantage of her position and wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her even closer to me.

Her boobs pressed firmly against my face, and I felt her nipple rub against my lips.

Immediately, I opened my mouth and wrapped my lips around her nipple.

A flood of warm, sweet milk flowed into my mouth.

I closed my eyes and savored the taste, letting it fill my mouth.

Feeling the nipple brush against my tongue sparked a feeling of nostalgia and tranquility within me. I wonder if it is an instinct that is engraved in human beings. 

I felt her hand caressing my back, and I could hear the gentle sound of her breathing.

I looked over and saw mom had a loving and affectionate expression on her face as she offered her breasts to me.

"That's right, Otis. Drink mommy's milk. Suck on mommy's titties.

Drink all the milk from mommy's titties and fill up your tummy."

I could feel her nipple twitch against my tongue as she spoke.