"I'm sorry, I thought you were," I faked.
"Get in the tub, Robbie. Get in there now!"
So I did. While she captured her breath back from what she just witnessed. 'It's only a matter of time now,' my cock informed me. And I was beginning to believe in it.
I stepped back into the wall and squat down to sit in the tub. Bit of an issue, my own cock was in my face before I was able to get flat and rest on my back. That was not a vision I cared for much. Not for me, thanks. No WONDER it scares the teenagers. I slipped a little and splashed the water out a bit, careful to hold my hands up... "Okay, I'm in."
Mom didn't respond for a moment. She was still looking down between her hands on the edge of the countertop. I thought I heard her whisper something to herself, couldn't make it out. (Didn't realize she was talking to a 3rd party... her own little orifice.)
"Mom?"
"Yeah... yeah... okay, you're in. Can you close the curtain?"
"Uh... not really."
"Right... right, okay." She took a deep breath but it didn't stay in her long. When I got in the tub I made sure to push the shower curtain down away from me a bit, far enough that my upright erection would be exposed, jostling around, a few inches free above water. (Hey, this is the game she played on me the day before. Tit for tat. And like she said... naughty gets naughty.) Her focus went to it immediately once she'd turned around and out came a gasp. "Ohmygod... ohmygod..."
"Yeah, the tub's gonna over flow soon, Mom. I can't turn the nozzles!" Setting a knew course for her I swashed my back down, still holding my hands up, and slid my ass forward towards the nozzles, my feet on them attempting to be hands. She was happy to turn her focus somewhere else but by the time she got down and reached over to shut the nozzles off my ass was a submarine and guess what banged right into her face? (I made sure to push my ass up for maximum periscope level. "Oh shit, jesus. ROBBIE!" she yelled, slapping away at my happy cock and the nozzles. I slid back from natural motion and noticed her cheek turn red where I'd touched her. Her running top also got wet from all the sloshing around and had pulled itself down from the edge of the tub a bit, really maximizing her cleavage to the point of bursting out of there, it had actually stretched below the white bra beneath... and you know what that meannnnns! Pop, pop, pop, pop, POPcorn! One of her stiffening nipples was comfortably trapped under both bra and tanktop, but the other was dangerously close to popping itself free from the top edge of the bra built to stuff things tightly into. Oh boy!
"Boy, I will scold you," she warned, moving away from the faucet end where she'd just had her face knocked by big thick and virile cock.
"HmmMM! That's what I'm hoping for!" I confirmed. "Put a scolding on it! Be very, very stern with it, please!"
"Goddamn you, Robbie. This isn't fair." She'd made her way over to my side of the tub and casually looked inside while asking for the soap and scrub brush.
"Uh huh, maybe you ought to consider that next time you want to play bikini bunny in front on your son's impatient erection. Yeah?"
"Honey, we talked about that, I was trying to help." The suds had formed enough for her to feel slightly secure about eyeing my torso without forcing a peek down below. But I just absentmindedly blew them off me like a child at play. With the water turned off, it wouldn't take long to expose myself again...
"I know, Mom. I'm just teasing you. Tit for tat..." I looked to her and winked.
"Fair enough... have your fun" (Aha! Carte blanche!)
Speaking of tit, she hadn't realized the situation with the nipple protrusion (or at least I don't think she had). While she was scrubbing me up, close to half her areola broke free and her taught nipple held on for dear life. I had to help that situation out...
Simple task, move around some!
"That's ticklish, ahh!" I mocked and pulled her into the tub with my arm over hers (she was scrubbing my underarms at least). Her tits fell full into the water and smashed against my chest. We giggled a bit 'till she raised herself back out of there. I loved the site of THAT! Her top went near enough transparent for gray, a few bubbles plastered around to make it interesting but better yet -- the cavity of her loop had pulled itself down to example a 16th century bustier! Her left nipple had now become partially exposed areola while her right had in fact popped completely loose and I for the first time witnessed the full intensity of it...
I'm telling you you've never seen anything like this nipple. Rather, you have -- it's just about as PERFECT a representation of the baby bottle cap you used to feed on as you'll ever see. I am not shitting you. The diameter is the width of your pinky (though perfectly round), and not quite as long as the last knuckle on it. The end is peppered in tiny holes to suck fluid from and it tightens up behind that knuckle point (like her waist does between her tits and hips). Behind that is a whole other nipple. Suitable for any woman with pleasurable looking puffies but no points on them like Mom's have. A big chewable stiff nipple with plenty to suck behind it... unreal. And don't forget, there's a massive gold standard breast behind all THAT for ya. I'm the luckiest boy on earth. I used to nourish from that?! No WONDER I'm so fucking horny all the time!!
I heard a new voice swim through my head, 'Feed...feeeed... feeeeeed... FEEEEEED!!'
Lastly, there's no not noticing what I discovered with my eyes bugged out the way they were. But she went right back to washing, avoiding my eye contact. While I watched 16th century Mommy bust slosh around while the water slowly drained from her fabric.
How I did not tie my mouth to her nipple and never let go at that moment I do not know... but my cock began to get angry again, and dangling around the surface like a boat buoy wasn't certain enough anymore... it tightened it's way toward me slowly... like a shark fin.
Mom pretended not to notice that everything was quiet all of a sudden. Or maybe she was just wondering how long it would take for her tits to jump out completely and announce that they'd arrived to port. She didn't do anything to discourage that, noticeably shaking her globes around while fishing the sponge glove throughout my body. My torso and back was plenty clean before she was reaching down my hips and banged into it.
"Uh huh... I see you there, mister," she giggled. Boy I was happy to hear her not yell at me. She splashed at it with her other hand and leaned back out of the bathtub. That was bad, cuz her tits were SO close to flopping free while she leaned across me to get at my hips. I thought it would happen for certain... and I may have sprayed all over them. Who knows.
"I think we best save that for last," she said before sliding her frame around the curtain to the lower half.
WHAT?! Save it for the end? We're going to GET to it? She's gonna clean my cock with a sponge glove?! OH MY GOD!! What just happened in the last 5min? 'I happened... and you're mother's no fool.'
"Honey... honestly, your cock is a marvel. You ought to be very proud. Shrinkage? Not applicable to my boy..."
She hadn't moved completely down the tub. Instead she kept her knees close to where they were and leaned down the ridge of the tub... giving me, once again, a privileged view of her fantasy full ass! Moving forward and back while she bathed my legs.
I peered around the curtain for a better view, as if it was only so she could hear me clearly. "Thanks, Mom. I guess you're right. Do you think maybe you can..."
"Shhhhh," was all she said. Which no longer was the denial I felt when I stepped in here.
"You came a lot downstairs, honey... is it always like that?"
"Um... it depends."
"On what?" she continued to massage my legs longer than necessary... sensually. Almost like... warming up a cock. While her ass continued to bow forward and back before my eyes.
"On how many times I've done it that day... and how excited I am when I do."
"Hmm... I see," she continued. "So yesterday was... a full day's load?" She had 2 hands on one leg know, funneling them up and down the cord of my leg, reaching ever closer to the tops of my thighs but not quite close enough.
"Hardly," I surprised her (might have been lying). "I wasn't able to touch it, remember? I mean, you were plenty sexy enough but..."
"Hmm... as I recall, I sort of touched you, didn't I?" Now she was up at the top of my thigh, carving both hands around that location. The back of her glove hand swept across my hefty balls many times, her wrist bouncing my thick cock around at the base... the water adding enough resistance to keep it from slapping back at her, it was more like an anchor. I couldn't tell if she were watching it move the suds around.
I was finding it harder to breathe. "Uh, yeah... sorta. I liked what you did but..."
"But what?" her tone was noticeably sexy. Not at all formal. Inquisitive, yes. Stagnant, no. She was definitely going somewhere planned with this.
"It's not the same as touching it. Holding it. Jacking it off..." I managed to say.
"Hmmm... I suppose you're right... Why don't you turn over so I can clean your other thigh and your shapely little butt? Can you do that okay?"
"Um... I can try."
"That's a good boy. Go ahead now." And then I heard her whisper to herself some more. I didn't bother to ask what, didn't dare ruin her continuum. I managed a way to swing near the edge close to her, one arm out of the water with my face rest against the ledge. I couldn't see her all that well anymore so I looked up into the mirror... and I swear I thought I saw her hand between her legs. It wasn't in the water and it wasn't by her side!
