“But I’m…”
“My mother. Yes…I know. But it doesn’t change the fact that I enjoyed seeing you, that I enjoy thinking about you, or that I’m thinking about you now in fact. And that more than anything, right now…I wish you’d take off your clothes, let me see you, see you masturbate yourself again while I do, while you likewise watch me.”
I knew that her resolve was crumbling, but it could easily have gone back the other way as well. She looked like a deer caught in the headlights and could have very easily jumped in the other direction.
It was then that I reached out my hand, pulling her into the shower with me even though she was dressed. She squealed in shock and surprise, but it was a flirtatious cry, almost welcoming that I had.
Especially when I pulled her towards me, her full breasts now pressed against me, the water having thoroughly soaked her blouse making it adhere to her along with everything else. I likewise knew she could feel the press of my hard cock digging into her belly as I held her, and then suddenly without warning leaned over kissing her as we stood there.
She basically melted there in my arms. We kissed again, our tongues now coming forward to fence playfully together. As we did that, I allowed my hands to come up, each one cupping her still covered, but very wet and very hard tipped breasts as I began thumbing each one of her hard taut nipples through her blouse.
I now felt her own hands reaching up, quickly parting the buttons on her blouse until I peeled it away from her, dropping it there in the bottom of the shower stall, along with her bra, which came next.
Her shorts, and then panties soon followed until she stood there in front of me just as naked as I was. Now cupping one of her breasts directly, I tenderly began playing with, and flicking her nipple. With my other hand, I allowed it to trail down her belly, slowly teasing her almost agonizingly before resting it against the soft furrow of her mound. I felt her sudden intake of breath as I did, and then parted the sea of her pussy, my finger just then probing her moist depths.
“George, George honey…we shouldn’t,” she said, only now trying to resist the urge. “It isn’t…”
“What? Right? I think it is…because it feels right. It’s something I’ve always wanted to do…and besides mom, all we’re doing is touching…it’s not like I’m doing anything else to you at the moment, like licking your pussy, or actually fucking you with my cock.”
She groaned at that, as though feeling like I was. “But…only this then, nothing else…just, just…”
I placed her hand on my cock, felt her fingers wrapping themselves around and about it. Once again my own hand slipped back down between her legs, where I found even more moisture sitting there waiting for me than there was even a moment or two ago.
“Stroke it, play with it…jerk it off,” I said lustfully, breathing against her neck, “while I caress your tits, finger-fuck your pussy,” I once again breathed hotly against her, now kissing and nipping at the softness of her neck.
“Oh fuck, fuck!” she moaned in response as my fingers began toying with her clit, as her hand began sliding up and down the length of my cock, exploring it, teasing it with the tips of her fingers. “Oh George…George! Make me cum baby…please, make me cum!”
The moment I felt her give way, the moment her inner muscles suddenly began to spasm around my finger, clenching it inside, her low deep-throated moan of release triggered my own. I felt my cock throb, as she did, her hand pulling upwards on it holding it there briefly as the first powerful spurt of my cock filled the palm of her hand. She stroked down again, pumping out another, just as my own finger flicked her clit like a light-switch, sending yet another powerful jolt through her cunt, just as my cock lurched shooting off again.
I felt the second even more powerful spurt leap from my cock. She looked down, now watching it as I squirted against her thigh, her belly. My fingers now pinching her clit, holding it there as I worked it as though jerking it off. Her knees nearly buckled with the effort of maintaining her balance as I too began feeling light-headed with the intensity of my own orgasm.
We stood for long moments there beneath the shower, still holding one another trying to collect our breaths. Eventually she stepped out, and began drying herself off as I did. She turned away briefly, embarrassed, perhaps guilt trying to force its way into her thoughts.
Not about to allow that, I stepped up behind her once again, my hands coming around to secure her breasts, cupping them and easily feeling the press of her nipples against the palms.
“George!”