I am in love with my mom – 3

“Show me…” I asked her again. “Show me how you use this,” I then said, handing her the showerhead.

She allowed the robe she’d been wearing to fall down around her feet on the floor, moments later reaching into the tub, pulling the drain on the bath water. The tub was certainly large enough to allow her to step in, which she did, standing at one end, straddling me, facing me as she stood there.

“I can’t believe I’m actually doing this,” she told me as she turned on the spray, adjusting it to the pulsating beat she no doubt preferred. I lay there at the opposite end of the tub, one leg still comfortably dangling over the edge, the water sufficiently having drained now to more fully expose my entire prick as I fondled it with my hand, watching mom. She reached down, spreading herself with her fingers,

applying the soft pulsating spray of the water against herself, the tickling spray caressing and teasing her clit. I could see by the screwed up look in her face she was feeling the intensity of the water’s pulsating pleasure against her pussy.

“Fuck that’s hot!” I freely admitted, looking up at her as she opened her eyes looking down towards me. She turned the nozzle away from herself then, pointing it down, adjusting the spray to a more focused point, and then used it to bathe my cock with. I let go with my hands, enjoying the sensation as she stood there. My prick wildly being tossed about, back and forth, the water beating against it like a drum.

“So does that!” she exclaimed, her hand reaching up to her breast, grasping her nipple, rolling it as she continued to hold onto the shower nozzle, aiming it at me.

“Damn good thing we didn’t have one of these when I was a kid, I’d have never gotten out of the tub!” I told her.

She laughed at that, once again turning it back on herself, “I know what you mean, bad enough you discovered the faucet,” she said now honestly shocking me, catching me off guard.

“You knew…you knew, saw me? Doing that?” I then asked, wildly curious, once again the decadent nature of it sending a surge of renewed excitement coursing through my hard stiff prick.

“More than once,” she admittedly openly. “I once opened the door just to peek in, see how you were doing, and saw you kneeling there with your hard little cock beneath the spray of the faucet, I knew then you’d probably do that every time it came time for your bath, and sure enough…you did. I knew after that, once you’d discovered the joys of masturbation, there was no holding you back either,” she giggled excitedly as she once again turned the attention of the water spray back towards me.

“And don’t laugh, but after I saw you doing that, I had to try it myself, and soon did so. Discovered what you had already found out, which took me nearly twenty years to learn for myself, just how good the water could feel pounding away against my pussy!”

“Fuck!” I cried out, feeling the pleasure, my dick being bandied about by the water, the warmth of it caressing, though not quite as nicely as the feel of mom’s cunt surrounding it, and I told her so. “I want to be in you, I need to be in you, fucking you,” I now told her.

Within minutes we were out of the tub quickly drying ourselves off. Up until now, the only way we had fucked had been with me lying on my back. Now…looking at her as she lifted her leg, resting it on the toilet seat in order to dry herself off, a new thought came to me. I could now stand easily on my foot, just not walk on it, I smiled inwardly, coming up from behind her as she switched legs. She turned in surprise at the feel of my rock hard prick resting against her ass, nestling in between the valley of her cheeks.