Authors note: Unfortunately, as I wrote chapter 8, it ended up being way too long (in my opinion) to post as one chapter. Therefore, I'm splitting it up into two parts which will end up being chapter 8 and chapter 9. As always, I appreciate your comments and emails. Many of your style suggestions have been accepted and I want to thank those of you that have sent me your own personal accounts similar to what these chapters hold. Some of them are absolutely breathtaking.
When my senses came back to me, the first thing I recognized was the sound of the shower. It seemed, perhaps, like I had been floating above the shower stall, experiencing an out of body experience as I watched myself make love to my mother's lovely bottom. I blocked out any thoughts that I had buried my cock in her 'ass' or her 'butt'. Those words seemed to be such a cheap and despicable way to refer to the way I had made love to her. There was no doubt in my mind that we had 'made love', although it wasn't exactly how I expected my first time to be, by any means.
In my mind, I had always seen my first time as an experience where I was humping wildly, sweating profusely in the back seat of a car while I was plowing in and out of some cute, young girl's pussy – making her moan out of her mind for a good thirty minutes, telling me what a stud I was and how good I was before I popped my cork, sending her into a never ending orgasm due to my sexual prowess.
But, this wasn't at all expected. Setting the 'cute young pussy' stuff aside, I didn't last but a few short seconds inside my mother's bottom and that bothered me. It bothered me a lot. "Not really much of a man, are you?" I thought. With my eyes shut tightly to avoid the embarrassment of having to face her, I faced the reality that I wasn't much of a man at all.... just an inexperienced boy.
The warm water felt good as it beat down on me. It was soothing, in a transcendental way, allowing me to displace my shame and replace it with the continual sound of running water. Mom had moved the shower head to a position where the water was cascading down my chest, but I didn't feel it at first. I was still ashamed of my short performance and as I dwelled on it, I became deeper and deeper embarrassed of it.
At some point, I felt her handling my cock. Looking down, there she was on her knees before me, both her hands gently washing my cock and balls. She was extremely careful with me, knowing my cock head was still sensitive so soon after cumming. After she lathered me up with her special soap, she stood and turned the shower head toward my midsection and rinsed me. "Almost done." She whispered. Her smile was warm and gracious, just like it had been in the laundry room when she cleaned my cock after I masturbated in front of her. She seemed happy to be pampering me.
Once I was rinsed, she got down in front of me again and washed me one more time. As she did so, she said "Baby, you have to make sure you wash up well after any kind of anal activity. It not only will make you feel better, but, your girlfriend or wife will appreciate it, too, because it will lessen the chances of infections for her. As long as you are safe and have good hygiene, anal play can be fun and exciting for both of you."
She stood and rinsed me again. "There you go, sweetheart, all clean and ready to go again." She said. She adjusted the spray and moved me into the water so that she could rinse my face. The thing that struck me in that instant wasn't the fact that I was naked in the shower with my mother, or that I had just lost my virginity in her lovely bottom, but, it was her touch. She was gentle and soft. When she laid her hands on me, it wasn't rough or sudden, it was graceful. And when she grasped my arm to move me, her grasp was light and loving. I was sure I didn't deserve her tenderness – at least not now.
"I'm sorry." I said.
"For what?" She answered.
"You know," I mumbled, "I, uh.... I came pretty fast."
"Baby, do you think I didn't enjoy it?" She asked.
"Come on, Mom," I continued, "Remember, I saw you and dad like that? He must have lasted at least ten minutes. I probably lasted five seconds."
"Oh, sweetheart," she said as she put her hands on my cheeks and looked at me seriously, "you're being way too hard on yourself. It was your first time, baby – what did you expect? It's a lot tighter than your hand, honey. You didn't know what it was going to feel like and I've had you so wound up for the last twenty four hours, I'm just surprised you didn't finish before you had a chance to get inside. Baby, you did just fine and I'll always cherish the way you felt in me. Besides," she continued, "I take it as a huge compliment that I turned you on so much that you erupted so fast."
"We're just going to have to work on your staying power, that's all." She added. "Trust me, now that you know what to expect it will be much better next time. You'll see."
"Next time?" I asked.
"Uh huh." She nodded.
I paused for a moment and then asked "You mean with you?"
"Well," she answered as a small smile came across her lips, "I thought we might have another go at it later. That is..... if you want to."
My face broke out in a huge smile. I felt so much better now, and of course, she was right. I'd never been as sexually excited as I had been the last two days and the feeling of being inside the warmth and tightness of her bottom completely overtook me so fast that I couldn't control it at all. Hell, I was a goner as soon as I got insider her!
"My," she continued, as she turned herself into the warm spray, "I think this is just about the longest amount of time you've gone without an erection in the last two days."
