Another shower

Your mother stops at the back door to the house, and takes off her hat, sunglasses and boots, leaving her nude, covered in baby oil, and with your cum slowly oozing down her navel. She takes the camera from your hands, and as you gaze at her body, she evaluates the photographs. "Mediocre," she mumbles. "We need to get a new camera." She shrugs. "Want to go shopping?" she asks. You nod. "Well, we need to clean up first. Follow me." She turns and heads upstairs. You eagerly follow her and her waving, oil-glistening ass.

She leads you up to the master bath, through the master bedroom. In the master bath is a two-headed shower, with plenty of room in it for two people. She turns on the shower heads, and motions for you to step in. "Lather up," she suggests. You step into the shower and begin to do so, but it takes you a while to lather up the soap, because you are too busy watching her.

Your mother turns to face the double-sink double wide mirror in the bathroom, so all of this is seen through the reflection in the mirror. She lifts one leg and sets the foot on the counter. With her right hand, she scoops up a little bit of the cum, and licks it off her fingers, as with her left hand, she reaches behind herself and up underneath into her pussy. You have an excellent angle to view all this, and you realize that she is watching you as she does it, that she is putting on a show. Catching her drift, you begin to lather up your cock, bringing it back to an erection.

Satisfied, slipping the fingers of her left hand in and out of her pussy, your mother alternates between rubbing her clitoris with her right hand, and scooping up more bits of cum to suck off her fingers. Her body, still glistening with baby oil, is taut, and you are reminded of your shower a week ago, which was somewhat similarly framed. Your mother's glistening skin, rotating hips, pumping fingers, and cum flecked lips keep you hard until all the cum has been cleaned off her lower belly.

She drops her leg from the sink counter, and walks over to the shower. "Stop lathering for a second," she requests. "Save some for a little later," she whispers, smiling. You are slightly disappointed any time an orgasm is thwarted or delayed, but you know by now that your mother probably has something in mind.

"Lather up my tits," she requests, and she stands directly in front of you. Because of the way you are standing, you can again see the front of her body in the double-wide bathroom mirror. You take a bottle of shower gel and apply it to her tits in much the same way she applied baby oil to them scant minutes earlier. Now though, your hands reach around her and begin to rub and grope her tits, creating a large lather of suds. Standing directly behind her, your stiff cock presses against (though not into) her ass. Your mother reaches down, and you watch in the mirror yourself rubbing her bubbly tits, and her deftly rubbing her own clit. The suds run down her body as this goes on, cleaning off the oil, and by the time she comes to orgasm, her body is cleaned. As she orgasms, she leans back against you, and you hold her body tight, arms wrapped around her.

The two of you rinse off, and step out of the shower. "Go put on some clothes," she says, drying her hair. "We need to buy a better camera." You scamper out of the room to do as she says.