I got back from football practice to an empty house. I was covered in mud and wet from the rain. Immediately I went upstairs and put some music on the stereo. Then I stripped off ready for a shower. I left the bathroom door wide open so I could hear the music emanating from the speakers in my bedroom. I like to listen to music when I'm in the shower so that I can sing along. I scrub my body down while warbling along to some new indie band, and as always, when my lathered hand reaches my groin, an erection starts to grow. I covered my manhood in a warm soapy lather, one hand balancing me against the wall. I'm moaned to myself, the music forgotten. Suddenly I heard a rasping sigh, and as I turned around startled, I saw my mother watching me, with one of her hands inside her panties. She looked as surprised as I did when I caught her catching me! I was too stunned to do anything, but stand there with my mouth gaping and my hand still wrapped around my dick.
My mum regained her composure a little quicker than I did. She stepped nearer the shower and said, "would you like it if your old mum gave you a hand with that?" Would I ever?
"God, yes!" I replied, and my mum took the soap and made her hands thick with foam. Then she reached out and took hold of my cock in one hand, and my balls in the other. I felt like I was in a dream. Here I was, a nineteen-year-old body of hormones, being pulled off by my own mother. Admittedly she was a very fit fifty-year-old with a perfect body, but it was still my own mother!