Two in the Shower

The bathroom was as expensive and mass-market designer as the rest of the house. The shower's water did not have to heat up and first Mom-Eve and then you just had to step into the stall large enough for two, three if greater intimacy could be tolerated. Or welcomed. What was odd was the plastic stool or perhaps it was an exercise step.

It had two wands with separate controls, but it was her that used hers before you could reach the other. "Let Mom wash you." You obediently let her.

She soaked you down, but with the other hand worked her bar of soap into a lather over your body. There was a bottle of body wash in one of the shelves, but using just the bar seemed more efficient and, frankly, sensual. Even its hardness stimulated deeper nerves.

The shorter woman did not go up to the face she seemed to like to caress, but kept to your lower parts. She got the thin hairs on your chest foamy before moving down. You noticed that she had forgot your nipples. After a stream of hot water on your chest that washed away most of the foam, you saw that she had not neglected your nipples.

While her bar-soapy hands were fondling your belly and waist and hips, she was leaning forward and kissing your nipples. Then she was flicking them....licking them. Sucking them.

"Shouldn't I be doing that, to you?" you asked. You couldn't deny, though, that it was beginning to do something for your rising prick.

"Of course. But how many girls would return the favor?" she said between her suctioning.

"I don't know. There's only been you, and, uh...." You did not mention Selena, afraid you would trigger the attractive cougar again. Instead, you contented yourself, and hopefully her, by fondling her slippery-wet tits, your hands trying to learn from what her mouth was doing to your nipples.

She stopped with a mature woman's giggle and pulled herself away. Her active hand had finally reached your semi-erection and was getting it into more of a lather than it was already feeling.

"Get the other bar, Son," she said. When you did, she told you, "Use it on me." You were glad to comply! Her skin was not too bad or soft for a woman her age. Or at least, you had no reason to want to think otherwise.

While you were doing this, she got on the step, not once taking her hand off your erection.

While she used the heated wash on your sex, you were sudsing hers. Inexperienced, you did not know if it was okay to bring them into her, so you stayed all around her love opening.

Until she dropped the shower wand. That other hand grasped your wrist and directed the slick soap further down, between her thighs. Seeing that was what she wanted, you wanted that, too.

It wasn't long before she dropped her bar as well. This hand, that had been stroking your prick into cock hardness, now pushed and bent it down until she had it pushing up against the hot, slick underside of her pussy and ass behind it. It wasn't too uncomfortable and worth the sensations, you thought. You got the idea and carefully, slowly so not to be untrapped by her wonderful thighs, you, and she, moved your hips in the motion of sex. She hugged you and you hugged her to keep yourselves together. That in itself almost became the reason for doing this.

That was, until you came!