Neighborhood Mom, Part VI - Mom For A Day - Sex Stories

Neighborhood Mom, Part VI - Mom For A Day

... legs to get them apart. I complied, moving them about shoulder width apart. "Got to get you all clean!" she said. She took the cloth and washed each cheek. Then I felt her hand slide between my legs, and the warm cloth on my balls. She took her time washing them, very gently, all over them. And then she moved back and up my ass crack. She washed it quite thoroughly, lightly rubbing the cloth back and forth over my anus. She instructed me to turn back around so she could finish. I complied. C rinsed the cloth in the water, and re-soaped it up so it was very soapy. By this time, I was very hard, and now pretty fully awake though I still pretended to be groggy and out of it. C was back on her knees in front of the tub when I turned back to face her. My dick was hard enough to hunt with, and right in front of her. For the first time that morning I really looked at her and noticed she was wearing a light t-shirt, and the spray from the shower had wetted it. It clung to her breasts, accented her cleavage, and I could see the outlines of her aureolas through it, with nipples poking up. Her little "around the house shorts" - skimpy and of soft fabric were pulled taught with her kneeling and bunched in her crotch making a very pronounced camel toe. She took the very soapy cloth and first draped it over my cock, and then wrapped her hand around it, "washing" it gently. I was enjoying this shower. The friction of the warm cloth with the lubrication of the soap and C's gentle grip ...

... was heaven. I felt the pleasure coming on instantly. C ran the cloth up over the head, and back down my shaft a few times, then moved down to my balls washing them more for a moment, and then back to the shaft again. "Mom!" I gasped. She stopped. "Sorry! I guess I got carried away!" She started to pull her hand away. "It's...it's OK" I stammered. "I guess I should let you wash that part!" she winked at me. "No...no, you can wash it!" I didn't want her to stop. C put her hand back around me, and slowly and deliberately pulled the cloth away. "We still need to wash your hair and your face!" She stood up, and stepped into the shower still wearing her wet top and house shorts. I had my back to the water now, and she stood in front of me. "You have your clothes on!" I said. It didn't bother her since they were wet already. She shampood my hair, and then rinsed it, reaching behind me with both hands to wash and rinse the back of my head. When she did, her breasts pushed against me and I could feel the fabric of her shorts on the end of my dick. When she finished she proceeded to rinse my body, turning me to face the water. Her hands rinsed over my shoulders, down my chest and stomach. She lifted my penis high, and reaching through my legs from the back manipulated my sack to rinse it too. She turned me back to face her again, and reached around to hold my butt cheeks apart, letting the water run between them. Using her fingers, C rubbed the soap from my crack. By the time she was ...