All people here having sexual relations are over eighteen.
When I got accepted to university, I joined the Army. The Army would pay me the salary of a lieutenant during my time at university, plus some expenses. I joined when I was eighteen; after I left the university, I would have to stay in the Army until I was forty. I sailed through university. My degree came with distinction. Staying at home meant I didn't have any expenses at all. My work was something I loved. They rapidly promoted me; I was a colonel at thirty-five. I could retire in five years with an excellent pension.
I had been involved in a long-term relationship with an officer. I had never married, as she didn't want any children. A year ago, she was involved in a fatal car crash. When I was thirty-six, my brigadier invited me for an informal coffee. He then told me that outside contractors built and integrated systems based solely on my recommendations. The Army was paying these companies millions to make the Systems that I had created. He suggested I set up a company that would tender for the work that I had created. He also said with my retiring in just over three years, this could make a very healthy business for me.
I quickly got this setup. I used my parent's address to register the company. Instead of keeping the house I bought, I rent it out and spend my holidays with my parents. I was so worried that if one of my tenders were accepted, no one would be available to do any work. Then, I remembered a sergeant that had worked with me since I started in the Army. He had now retired. I contacted him, explained the situation, and George, the sergeant, was very interested. Mum was an accountant; she still traded under her maiden name. She and George would be the two directors.
After a two-year wait, they finally accepted one of our tenders. It was easy for me; George knew exactly what he was doing. When he arrived at an Army Base, they accepted him. The tenders flew in. George knew of three others who could help and they joined the firm. I had three months to serve when my father died of prostate cancer. It was quickly diagnosed when he went to the doctor, but it was too late. He lasted two months. Every weekend I drove two hundred miles to be with my dad and mum.
The business was booming, and I held all the Aces. I had been working on a new system myself for the last nine months. It was so fast, accurate and hack-proof encrypted communication system. I had kept it so quiet. I had told no one. Then dad had died. I had accrued holiday leave plus the compassionate leave for the funeral. I had six weeks of service to do before I retired.
The funeral was sad, mum had accepted it. Dad has been on morphine since he was diagnosed. After the funeral, I was spending a lot of time at mum's apartment, my parents had downsized five years ago, and for Capital Gains reasons, the apartment was in mum's name. Mum was an attractive fifty-eight-year-old woman. She was intelligent, excellent with figures, but now was working part time, but she still owned her firm. I enjoyed being around her; she was also an excellent cook.
I enjoyed the next two weeks with mum. We went out for meals. We chatted so freely about everything. Mum asked about Tina, my girlfriend that died. I told her, "Not really mum, she wasn't a woman that I would marry, but I enjoyed being with her. I miss the sex, though."
Mum's reply surprised me. She said, "That's usually the case. I miss it dreadfully too."
Mum was now paying a lot more attention to what she was wearing, and she had her hair highlighted. It suited her and made her look five years younger. Mum had a voluptuous body; her curves were very pronounced. I was sure she must be wearing push-up bras, as her tits looked massive. Mum was so kind and thoughtful. She started leaving toothpaste on my toothbrush every morning. Then one night over dinner, we were talking about our old house. Mum and dad had lived in it for over thirty years. It had two bathrooms, one upstairs and one downstairs. Until I was twelve, I had my bath downstairs.
Then I said, "I loved those times, especially when you washed my hair. It felt great the way you massaged the shampoo into my scalp. Then you had a bucket of warm water with a jug that you used to rinse my hair with. Then you checked I had washed and rinsed everything. Next, you would get a hand mirror to show me my neck was clean. Then you would dry me; in winter, my pyjamas were always warm as you had put them on the radiator. Then you would come into my bedroom and give me a goodnight kiss. They were wonderful times, but you washing my hair was the best."
Mum smiled, then said, "I'll run a bath for you tonight, then I'll come in and wash your hair for you. Thank goodness that we have a shower attachment here. Would you like me to do that for you, Barry?"
"I'd love it, mum; sometimes I dream of those days. Can we do it now?"
"Yes, you run the bath, use some of my bubble bath, that will hide your body. We have time as it's only six, I will stack the dishwasher and put on a dressing gown because you used to splash a lot. Leave the door open, then shout when you're ready for me."
"Mum, you always wore a dressing gown when you washed my hair before."
Mum laughed, then said, "That's because you splashed so much. You get ready. It's bath night again."
I went and ran the bath with the bubble bath. There were a lot of bubbles. I filled the bathtub with water until it covered my body with bubbles. My cock was massive. It was long and thick, with a bulbous head. I had no pubic hair as Tina had introduced me to this. My genitals were much more sensitive when I was smooth. I was worried that if mum saw me like this, she might think that I was weird. Now, I was relaxed in the bath, as my cock was no longer visible. I called mum.
Mum came into the bathroom wearing a red satin dressing gown; she looked gorgeous. I was sure that she was naked underneath, as her two nipples were standing out prominently. Mum put the shampoo on the edge of the bath. She then scooped water from the tub to wet my hair; mum said, "Your hair is beautiful, Barry. It's so nice to feel. I think it's a little thicker than it used to be."
Mum then applied the shampoo she covered every inch of my head. As she did my neck, she said, "I'll do your neck tonight, then I'll know it's done."
"Ok, it feels so good mum, you still have a wonderful touch. It still feels as good as when I was a kid. I love how you touch me, mum."