This is a short little flight of fancy that was fun to write. All the characters are, and always have been, over eighteen. This story is purely a product of my own twisted imagination. Although I currently don't have any plans for a continuation, any future installments will largely depend on reader comments. I look forward to any constructive critiques and would appreciate it if you would please vote at the end. Cheers!
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My Dad pasted away decades ago. My mother lives at home, but not alone. Since my mother's home is fully paid for, my sister and her family moved in with her. It saves them money by not having to pay any rent, and it gives us all peace of mind knowing Mom is not alone and being looked after.
My sister and her family planned a two week vacation up in the mountains. My mother, due to her age and overall frailty, just wanted to stay home. She said that puttering in her garden was all the vacation she needed. Since I'm widowed, and retired, I offered to stay with Mom and help out while everyone else was away.
I arrived at Mom's house the day before Callie and her tribe took off. Callie gave me the rundown on what foods mom did and didn't like, telephone numbers for her doctors, medication schedules, what television shows were her "must sees," etc. etc. The one issue that kind of threw me for a loop was bathing mom. She had a chair to sit on in the shower, but Callie said that she would generally get in the shower with mom to help shampoo her hair, sponge her down, make sure all the soap was rinsed off and to generally make sure she was safe. From time to time, Mom also preferred taking baths. This necessitated helping her transition from her walker into the tub, helping her bathe, drying her off and transitioning back out of the tub. Callie said she usually stripped down during these bathings because "it was just easier and besides, it's just us girls" and suggested I might want to wear my bathing suit. I figured I'd cross that bridge when I got to it.
After they were gone, Mom and I had a quiet morning just chatting and watching television. Mom mentioned that she would like to do some gardening that afternoon and then take a "nice long soak in the tub" afterwards.
It was a warm summer day and her gardening consisted mostly of dead-heading her roses and picking some peaches off her tree. I fixed us some ice tea, and we finished off the afternoon cooling down in the shade. As we chatted, Mom hinted that on these warm days she use to really enjoy gardening in the nude, but hadn't been able to since Callie and her family moved in. I told her that she should feel free to do her gardening, or anything else she wanted, in the nude, and that I might even join her. That seemed to somehow perk her up and I swore I saw a slight grin cross her face. She admitted that one of the real reasons she had bowed out of joining them on their vacation was that she was hoping to spend some time naked and was happy to hear that that did not bother me. I told her that if she felt that strongly about it, we could take our clothes off right then and there. With a twinkle in her eye and a genuine smile on her face she thanked me but said maybe we could wait until after her bath.
After a while we went back into the house and I fixed us a light meal. Mom said she was feeling a little "grimy" and that she'd like to take her bath before her T.V. shows started. She said that before going into the bathroom she preferred to get undressed while sitting on her bed.
"I hope you're not too grossed out by seeing my old wrinkled, withered body. I'm not even a shell of what I use to be. When they say getting old stinks, they're not kidding!" Mom said.
"Don't worry about it Mom. We're all getting older and saggier. Besides, it's what's in your mind that keeps you young, not your body."
"You're a dear to say so, but it still stinks."
I helped her undress, and she was right. I remembered that my mother use to have substantial C or D cupped breasts, a smooth flat tummy and firm round hips. Her breasts now looked deflated and her skin just seemed to hang on her. But that aside, she still had her sharp mind and that mischievous streak that I always remembered.
As the bath water ran, I helped her into the bathroom. She explained the procedure they used to safely get her in and out of the bath. Once she was safely sitting in the tub I stripped down to my boxer shorts and knelt down next to the tub.
"Come on now, I thought we were going to start our au natural time together." Mom said.
"When you're right, you're right Mom." I said as I peeled out of my shorts.
I poured warm water over her head and massaged in some of her favorite shampoo. As the shampoo soaked into her scalp I took a sponge and rubbed her back and then worked my way up and over her shoulders. She laid back in the tub as I began to work my way down her chest. I felt I was proceeding into uncharted waters and was beginning to feel more than a little uncomfortable.
"Would you feel more comfortable doing this yourself?" I whispered.
"No, you're doing just fine.
I continued sponging her breasts. I lifted them up making sure I cleaned all around and underneath them. This was the first time I'd ever touched my mother's body like this and even though she may have been saggy and wrinkled, my cock was getting harder than it had been in a very long time. I proceeded down her stomach and was nearing her crotch. I looked at her face to see if I could pick up any reaction, but her head was laid back and her eyes were closed, as if she might be dreaming. Stopping, I moved down and began washing her feet and worked my way back up her legs. When I got to the inside of her thighs she gradually parted her legs. I eventually reached her crotch. Her once thick furry patch of dark brown pubic hair was now grey and sparse. I squeezed the sponge and gently began to massage her vulva.
Suddenly, all at once, she grabbed the sides of the tub, squeezed her knees together and sat up straight. I jerked back.
"Are you alright?!?" I asked.
"Yes, I think so. I just had a jolt shoot through me. I don't know where THAT came from."
"Well are you okay."
"Yes. As a matter of fact I feel wonderful. It's just that your sister never washes me like that."
"What do you mean?"
"Donnie, I haven't been touched down there by a man in nearly thirty years! I didn't even think the wires were still connected in that area. That sensation came out of nowhere and it surprised me!
"Well, let's give it a rest down there and let me finish shampooing your hair." I said as I got up and sat on the edge of the tub. I poured more water over her head, smoothing her hair back. As I was rinsing her off, I couldn't help but notice that my erection was bouncing around inches from my mother's face.
She apparently noticed it too. "Your 'little pacifier' has gotten a lot bigger than I remember it." Mom said as she leaned in and kissed the tip. As she pulled back a thin sticky line of precum stretched from the tip of my penis to her lips. Licking her lips she looked up at me. Through her blushing stare I could still see that mischievous twinkle in her eyes again.
Surprised, I jerked back at the unexpected sensation of her brief kiss. "Wow! Now I got a jolt and why do you call it my 'little pacifier'." I said.
"When I was pregnant with you my friends held a baby shower for me. Aside from some very nice gifts, there were also a bunch of risqué gag gifts. Among them were these pacifiers where the nipple part was in the shape of a little erect penis. So, that's where that nickname came from."
"But why did you kiss it?"
"Well it WAS right in my face!"
"Okay, fair enough I," I chuckled.
"Are you ready to get out?" I asked.
"I guess, but before we do, could you sponge me off some more...you know...down there." As she motioned toward her crotch.
"Yes ma'am."
"Now that I know what to expect, I'd like to enjoy that sensation some more."
"I have an idea." I said. I sponged her some more, but then let the sponge go, allowing it to float away. With the tip of my index finger, I very slowly and tenderly stroked the lips of her labia. I then inserted my finger into her vagina, but only slightly, then worked my fingers up, massaging around her clitoris.
