Mom and I Take a Bath - Sex Stories

Mom and I Take a Bath

It was near 11:00 PM as I pulled into our driveway. I noticed some lights on upstairs so I naturally assumed that Mom had also ended her evening. When I reached the top of the stairs I could hear her humming softly. The light in her bedroom was on and the door was partly opened. It would be down right rude of me to go to bed without telling my mother goodnight so I eased up to the open door. No one was in sight, but the bed covers were turned back ready for use. "Mom?" I called out softly. "Hi there, come on in here and talk to your mother, baby. I'm decent so come on in." I eased up to the door gradually and peered around the corner. Mom was in the tub with bubbles up to her chin. Her hair was gathered and tied in a half-assed ponytail. Her bathrobe was nowhere in sight. When she saw me peeking around the corner of the door she sat up in the tub causing her body to rise under her cover of bubbles. There were ample bubbles resting on the top of her boobs to give the impression that she was decently shielded from prying eyes, but that certainly did not include this horny young man who had just sat down on the toilet lid beside the bath tub. I could easily make out the darker red of her nipples glowing through the bubbles. I don't care she is my mother, my manhood was rapidly beginning to express its appreciation for the scenery. I pressed my legs closer together in an attempt to cover the bulge, and I was satisfied for the moment that my efforts were successful. "Looks like ...

... you are thoroughly enjoying yourself." "Did you have a rough day at the office?" I asked. "Wasn’t too bad. I've got this bath water about as hot as I can stand it, and it's helping a lot. Feel," she suggested moving her leg aside to make room for my hand. I didn't for a minute doubt her, but I dipped my hand into the bathwater. I jumped slightly when my hand made contact with the water. It was almost uncomfortably hot. "Damn! That's hot, Mom." "I told you." She seemed pleased that the water temperature got my attention the way it had. "Since you are here, why don't you wash my back? "I don't want to spoil you." I said jokingly as I kneeled beside the tub. "This could become a habit." "Oh, please spoil me." She placed her forearms one on top of the other from knee to knee and rested her chin on the bridge they made. She was trying to give the impression that she was pouting and begging for sympathy. "I love you, Mom." "Oh, I know baby. But that's not the kind of attention I need just now," she explained. Her eyes searched the expression on my face hoping not to find hurt or disappointment there. "Anything I can do?" I asked with a wicked look in my eyes. "I'll help if I can." "But honey, you're my son." "True enough, but correct me if I am wrong. According to Webster son is defined as a male offspring. Emphasis on the male if you please." She turned her upper body to face me, and in doing so she lost part of the cover from the bubbles. One breast was completely in the open, and ...