A shower

"Get me into the shower...p-please"

How could you refuse?

Hauling her up onto unsteady legs, you try not to think about the fact that your little buddy didn't get the memo that fun times are over and is tenting your sweatpants *again*.

You try not to think about how *fragile* your mother seems, and that you could probably bend her over, tie her up, and have your way with her right now with no resistance (and would, if she gave the word).

You tried not to think about her breasts, those things that she must have massaged and tugged on for hours to get them to produce milk to feed you, even though she has never had a child.

You try not to think about the fact that you can smell her sex from here, or her soft curves leaning against you, or all of the things you just saw, not even five minutes ago.

You try not to think about how you would die for this woman.

You try, and fail.

Reaching the bathroom shakes you out of your thoughts (it wasn't a far walk) and you quickly open the door with one hand, your mother listing dangerously to the side, not having regained enough strength in her legs before you can get your hand back under her and her arm around your shoulder.

You set her down inside the tub harder than you mean to, and have her lean against the back. Making sure she is comfortable and she seems to have found her voice again

"What a weapon..."

You look at her, curious about what she means when you realize your erect cock is millimeters from her nose (and her lips!), and she is staring at it.

"Ah, sorry mom!"

You back away, too late to stop your cock from twitching at the attention and leaving a snail trail of precum on her nose. She doesn't flinch.

"No, no *I'm* sorry, that was inappropriate, honey"

...

Is she serious?

After all that, *that* is what she deems inappropriate?

You stare at her, and she drags her eyes away from the bulge from your tucked away cock to look at you, wondering why you fell silent before realizing what she said.

She laughs

You laugh, a bit more nervously

But it bleeds the tension away from the situation, and you find yourself able to relax against the bathroom wall, no longer as tense as you were

"Would you, uhh, turn the water on? I don't exactly have much strength left in me right now." She gestures weakly at the shower handles and you apologize before turning on the water, the showerhead spraying a jet directly in her face.

"Glubglubglubglub" was about the best she could exclaim before you realized your mistake and adjusted the showerhead

"Geez, what's with you and spraying my face today?" She blurts out before realizing what she just said, and freezing. "I mean..." She looks at you. "Agh, you know what I mean."

You can't help but chuckle a bit. "Yeah, I know what you mean...I didn't mean to, either time." You pause and fidget a little as she stares at you. You want to readjust your tented pants but not while she's looking

She keeps staring.

And you break, under the pressure

"I was just on a bit of a hair trigger from what happened this morning with the toast and I was *going* to take care of it myself like I usually do but then I thought you might be *sick* because you went to bed early and I heard *groaning* coming from your room so I-"

She cut you off

"The thing with the toast?"

"Eyah, when you got up to grab the toast and I accidentally touched your uh..."

Your eyes roam over her naked body, tits capped with thick nipples (and cum that is quickly being washed away) long legs and her small bush that was doing nothing to conceal her fat lips from view.

You're thinking about how to phrase you accidentally pressing your entire cocks length between her perfectly squeezable ass cheeks hard enoigh to contact her rosebud in a sfw manner when you realize your eyes have been roaming while you thought.

Your eyes go snap back up to meet hers, she's staring at you.

You begin to get a bit nervous, but she slowly looks down at her body, seemingly following your gaze and inspecting it as if seeing it for the first time

"My ass. When you...pressed into my ass."

"Yeah."

She looked back up at you, squinting a bit

"That *was* accidental, right?"

Panic

"Of course!" You say a bit too loudly" I would never do something like that without you letting me! I swear on my life that I wouldn't even *touch* you without-"

"Okay, I get it" she says, and you lean back, not realizing in your rush to prove your sincerity that you leaned forwards a bit, and had gotten under the shower stream

She readjusts her body, jiggling nicely and resting a hand on your leg "I'm sorry to have doubted you, it's just that..."

You wait for her to finish, her thick legs crossing at the knee then uncrossing, hiding and revealing again her pussy behind delicious thighs

"That! See!"

She points accusingly

"See what?"

"I'm sorry for doubting you but you're always staring!"

Oh.

*Oh.*

"You noticed?" You ask, sheepishly

"Of course I noticed, I'm not blind" she says, with a hint of laughter in her eyes "you've done it since you were a kid!"

"I'm sorry, it's not on purpose! I just can't look away and my eyes do it on their own because-"

You cut yourself off, shocked you let it get this far. This was the one thing you were supposed to keep secret, above everything else. And you just ruined it

"Because..?" She inquires, eyebrow raised with a smirk on her lips

"Because you're beautiful, mom. You're absolutely stunning. "