Rub-A-Dub Ducky

The ripping sound filled the master bedroom as the final piece of tape came off the roll. Satisfied with her work waterproofing the garbage bag around her son's cast, Bridget nodded to Gabriela as she stood up. The other woman had helped hold the bag in place for the two-person job.

"That should do it. Just don't pick at it, okay?" Bridget looked down at Sean, who sat on the toilet seat cover. "Are you sure you don't want me to stay and help?"

"Mom, no!" Sean exclaimed, holding his hands out for extra measure.

"Honey, I'm a doctor, and it's not like I haven't seen you naked," Bridget reminded him. The concerned mother didn't like the idea of her son showering by himself on one good foot. If he slipped, Sean could crack his skull open.

"No, you haven't. Not since I was little."

"Aww, did little Seanie grow up?" Gabriela teased, earning dirty looks from both Tarvers. "Sorry. You know, if Sean is embarrassed to get naked in front of his mother, maybe he won't mind doing it for me. Would you mind, Sean?"

"Knock it off, Gabs," Bridget growled.

"I'm only offering. Both of us don't want him to slip and get hurt."

"I'm not going to let you tease my son when he's in pain."

"You hurt me, Bee, you really do," Gabby replied, placing her hand over her heart. "I've always considered myself to be Sean's fairy godmother."

"Can I please shower in peace?" Sean interrupted. Mom is NOT helping me. And no way do I want even a hint that I screwed Gabby the other night.

"Of course, honey," Bridget soothed, shooting a 'shut the hell up' look at her friend. "At least, let us help you into the shower.

"Alright."

Sean shot his hand out once again to brace himself against the tiled wall. This is not working! After his mother and Gabriela helped him walk around the short wall and into the large walk-in shower, Sean's day had progressively gotten worse. Sitting on the small bench, he'd struggled to pull his boxers down over the garbage bag-covered cast. Once that finally happened, he'd been confused by the multi-showerhead system's controls. After gaining the hang of it and nearly falling several times, Sean discovered he'd forgotten to bring soap with him. That left several bottles of body wash to choose from. No doubt belonging to his female classmates, he ended up picking the one that smelled the least fruity.

Balancing delicately, Sean shot a spurt of body wash into his palm. Preparing to spread the soap along his chest, the teenager stopped short when he felt a new sensation along his back. A pair of hard nipples poked into his skin. Gulping, Sean froze as the hard nipples revealed themselves to cap a pair of large breasts. Those breasts dragged themselves along his back in an up and down motion.

"M-Mom?" Sean stammered in fear at the first woman to enter his mind.

"Now that would be a sight to see," giggled a now familiar voice.

"Whitney!" Sean exclaimed, swinging his head around swiftly enough that it threw his balance off. Luckily, Whitney's arms shot out and cradled him before he could fall to the wet floor.

"What's wrong, Seanie? Having kinky thoughts of Mommy?" the naked blonde whispered into his ear.

"NO!" Sean screeched. "She and Gabby were worried that I would fall in here. My mom kept offering to help. She's a doctor, you know."

Whitney smirked. Gawd, he's so easy. It's adorable.

"I've been called many things, but never that. Way to make a girl feel unwanted," Whitney continued to tease.

"No, no, you're never unwanted," Sean protested but then wondered if that sounded creepy or desperate. "I mean, um, well, you know. Uh, why are you here?"

"I was worried about my rescuer. So I thought I'd give a hand, and you did remind me that I'm overdue for a nice hot, steamy shower," Whitney added a purr at the end. It sent a shiver down Sean's spine and electric bolts into his groin. The initial shock of an intruder in the shower now gave way to a small blood flow increase.

"I-I don't mind."

"You'd be weird if you did," Whitney smiled, rubbing the body wash deep into his chest. Arching an eyebrow, the teenager felt a snippet of surprise at the broadness of the non-athlete's chest. Definitely something to work with here. Shifting Sean's body slightly, Whitney let one of the showerheads spray down his chest.

Satisfied, the sultry blonde began to work her hands on her savior's neck and shoulders. The sighs and moans that sounded from in front of her started to play with Whitney's imagination. Damn, that sounds nice. I absolutely need to get fucked tonight. I don't care what any doctor says about taking it easy. I have a scratch that needs itching.

Not wanting to get too carried away in an environment that wasn't private, Whitney swiftly cleaned Sean's back before deciding the next turn would be hers. Walking around the boy, Whitney smirked to herself as she knew the reaction to come. Sean's eyes bugged out as the naked back of arguably the hottest girl in school appeared. Running his eyes down the sleek back, Sean literally trembled as the cheerleader captain's toned ass sat right there in all its glory. Astonished, the male teenager wondered if he could be dreaming. Never in my life did I think I would be naked with Whitney Freaking Diamond in a shower!

"Aren't you going to wash my back?" the seductive siren inquired, glancing over her shoulder.

Darting forward, Sean showed no hint that he wore a cast. Stretching out, he quickly grabbed the first bottle of body wash that he could find and proceeded to scrub every fleck of dirt off the tanned back. When he momentarily hesitated to travel down to her rump, Whitney reached back with both hands and placed his hands on her glorious globes. Kneading those cheeks, Sean lost himself in a trance. Visions of what he wanted to do to that ass danced around his head.

"That's enough for now, Seanie," Whitney stated, breaking his trance. "I'll handle this next part myself."

Sean didn't know what she meant until Whitney took several steps forward into the front-most showerhead. With the water spraying down on her, the buxom blonde slowly twirled around to present her nude front. My gawd, Whitney's a work of art! Sean managed to think before his mind went blank. In awe, his eyes rapidly traveled up and down her exquisite, hourglass figure. Those large magnificent breasts would catch any eye, as would her small waist and childbearing hips. However, it was the shaved pussy that peeked out from between her thighs that drove Sean wild. The forbidden treasures that every boy would die to see. And I've seen them!

As in slow motion, Sean watched as Whitney soaped up those fantastic tits. Her hands cupped and squeezed the tit flesh, working hard to either clean them or titillate Sean further. A loud moan sounded from one or both teens as Whitney took her pink nipple between her fingers and squeezed. Whoever moaned didn't matter as Sean's cock jumped, and Whitney dipped down while rubbing her thighs together. Driven to the brink of explosion, Sean took a step forward, but that move snapped the panting Whitney out of her sexual high. No! Not here, not in a shower.

Shaking her head to clear her sexual high, Whitney played off her desires by wagging her finger at the horny boy. "No touchy, Seanie."

Groaning in disappointment, Sean watched as Whitney walked around him, taking a position behind his back again. He heard the bottle snap open and shut again. The cold body wash made him jump slightly as it met his rock-hard cock. Wrapping her hand around his body, Whitney whispered, "Time to clean this dirty rod. Cleanliness makes for happy times."

Slowly, Whitney thoroughly soaped and rinsed off Sean's steel rod and balls. The heavy breathing and occasional giggle into his ear drove him wild. Every moment felt like a fantasy that he dreamed of late at night. Whitney Diamond is holding my dick! Knowing this to be Whitney's show, Sean held back the urge to turn around and take her into his arms. His patience paid off as she started to slowly stroke his cock.

"Sean, you alright in there?" Bridget questioned from the bathroom doorway.

Startled, Sean nearly panicked. What stopped him? Whitney's soothing whispers into his ear and continued stroking. She never missed a beat with the interruption.

"He's fine, Bridget!" Whitney called back.

A noticeable pause hung in the air.

"Whitney?"

"Yes, it's me. I'm giving Sean a hand," Whitney couldn't pass up the opportunity to be completely honest.

"Uh, okay," Bridget responded hesitantly. Silenced followed as she clearly sought her next words. "Are you...what are you doing?"

"Showering and helping our little hero."

Unable to hold back, Sean let out a loud moan.

"Sean? Are you alright?" Bridget questioned in a half worried and a half suspicious voice.

"He's fine, Bridget. We're working on his tense muscles. He's been through an ordeal, you know," Whitney continued talking without a care while changing her grip on his dick.

"Uh, I see," Bridget said in a softer tone. "Whitney, please remember that you both shouldn't exert much energy."

"Oh, nothing to worry about, Bridget. I'm just giving Sean a hand. I'm sure we won't need much longer," Whitney responded. Then, shifting to a whisper, "Unless you want Mommy to come and help. You haven't softened one bit despite her voice, you know."

"Um, well, I'll leave you two alone," Bridget replied. "Uh, and thanks for helping Sean."

"No problem!"

The teens heard the bathroom door close. Sean sighed in relief while Whitney broke out into laughter.

"Can't say that I've jacked a guy off with his mom close by, and she knew that I was doing it," Whitney remarked. "Damn, your mom is awesome."

"This trip is getting weirder and weirder," Sean groaned.

"You got some stamina. I thought you'd have blown by now," Whitney commented, changing her grip on his cock again. "Most boys can't go several days without relieving the pressure."

"Uh, I might have cum last night while I slept."

"Ooh, did my little hero have a wet dream?" Whitney cooed.

"I did have some more messed dreams," Sean said, unsure how much to reveal. "Sex dreams."

"Ooh, did I show up?" Whitney grinned, assuming that she had. She always showed up in boys' dreams.

"Uh, yeah, but we didn't do anything." Whitney frowned. "You acted more as the master of ceremonies."

"Really?" Intrigued, Whitney slowed down her stroking. "Who starred in Sean's fantasies? And who made you blow?"

"Pretty much everyone, and I'm not sure. Things got strange," Sean admitted, moving perilously close to the truth.

"How strange?" Whitney queried, worried that Sean might be into some disturbing shit.

"I don't think it was all a dream."

"What?!"

"I...I think I had sex with someone," Sean revealed, letting out a long breath. Neither teen noticed that Whitney had stopped her motions and now merely held his hard cock in her hand.

"Why would you think that?"

"Peyton came to check on me this morning. I was naked, and she found a pair of damp panties."

"Whoa! Holy shit! Someone came into your room and rode you? That's...that's fucking awesome!" Whitney exclaimed.

"Awesome?"

"Wait, unless it was that bitch, Kimberly. Was it her? It better not have been her! I'll fucking cut the bitch!" Whitney ranted.

"No, I'm fairly sure it wasn't her," Sean answered.

"How do you know? You were fucking sleeping! We both know what she did to you in the cave. I should have put a stop to that or punished her later," Whitney continued to rant. "I'm sorry that I didn't, Sean. That's another one I owe you."

"But that's why I don't think it was Kimberly. Remember how rough she treated me." Whitney nodded angrily. "Last night wasn't like that. It felt almost sweet."

"Ah! That's sounds interesting. Do you still have the panties?"

"Yeah, they're in the den," Sean replied, his hopes for a resolution rising. Maybe Whitney can figure out the woman's identity.

"We better hurry up with our showers!" Whitney grabbed the bottle and spurted more body wash into her hands, moved in front of Sean again, and started to clean the rest of her body.

"Uh, Whitney," Sean interrupted her showering, pointing to his erection.

"Oops, sorry about that," Whitney responded sheepishly. "We'll have to be quick."

Walking back toward him, the busty blonde stared deeply into his eyes as she wrapped her hands around his cock. My estimation back in the cave was correct. Sean does have a nice cock. Long and thick.

Whitney did make it quick. Within forty-five seconds of rapid stroking and a string of filthy suggestions, she had Sean spurting ropes all over her stomach. Wiping her finger through the sticky, warm spunk, she brought it up to her mouth.

"Mmmm, still tasty."

Sean's knees buckled as he staggered backward toward the bench.

"Hey, no time for breaks! We have a midnight slut to find."