"Wow, Mom. Impressive."
Mom turned around and stood up immediately, pulling her shirt down to cover herself up more.
"J-Jacob!" Mom stammered at me sounding surprisingly more shocked than angry.
I smiled in an attempt to ease the mood. "Heh, sorry Mom. I'm just, you know... callin' it like I see it."
"Jacob, honey. You shouldn't be seeing anything, should you?"
"Hey, I didn't mean to. But I mean, you're my Mom. Who's been more true with you than me?"
I'm not claiming to be some prodigal son or anything, but I've never lied, especially not to my Mom. She was never very conservative and as long as I was honest I pretty much got away with whatever. It's why at 19 I still wasn't really gunning to move out or anything.
"It's true." Mom admitted. Was she almost smiling?
"It is true. And we're cut from the same cloth. Not to be cocky but I came out pretty impressive too, didn't I?" I grinned back and flexed my non-existent muscles at her. Okay, I don't overeat and I'm handsome enough, but I'm more likely to be behind a computer than working out.
Mom was grinning at this point too and had moved her hand back to her side. There was nothing to see but at least I knew she was getting comfortable. 'Wait, am I pursuing this at this point?' I realized I had a lot more aroused confidence for someone who was kind of winging it. Mom realized too, because I caught her looking down. I was only wearing boxers and cloth shorts and all 7 inches of me was at high alert stressing upwards and outwards against the soft clothing.
"Impressive." She caught me catching her looking as she looked up. "I mean, yes, I guess we both turned out pretty good. I could certainly look worse."
My mom wasn't smoking hot or anything but, "You've certainly avoided being a frumpy old lady so far."
Mom's grin was wide as she put her hands on her hips, which caused her shirt to slide up just enough to catch the bottom of her plain cotton underwear. I couldn't quite make out her bush at this angle but I know Mom caught me looking down than up again quickly.
"With a nice ass, apparently, or so my son thinks."
"Huh?" I actually let that out without thinking. My mom had a nice butt, sure, but it wasn't what I was after right now.
She almost looked taken aback. "You weren't saying I had an impressive butt?"
I caught back up with her thinking, chuckled, and smiled. "I'm not saying you don't, but that's not what I was talking about."
She tiled her head. "Then...?" she said, waiting for me to clarify.
There was a massive drop in confidence in me as I was called to clarify. Mom's face was filled with curiosity and confusion. Still, I'd been upfront with her as long as I could remember and it never hurt me in the long run, so...
"I meant your bush!" Her face switched to one of shock. But again, not anger. "Haha, kind of awkward to say out loud. Sorry Mom, but it's true. It was pouring out of your und... you. I mean, your underwear." I was grinning and blushing at this point, hard as a fucking rock. You know, when it starts to hurt just a little bit too much from being constrained at all.
Seeing her not respond immediately and to fill the silence for myself, I kept on, "I mean, me too. I don't shave down there either but I... I can't compete. I was more... well, impressed than anything. S'why I said that. Sorry Mom." I looked down then immediately back up when I remembered I could see her underwear. Didn't need to be caught looking when I was already caught looking.
A few seconds feels like an eternity when the silence is awkward, but eventually mom lowered her hands from her hips, sighed but not depressingly, shook her and said "What am I going to do with you?"
"How about a hug and I'll finish the laundry and you can go relax."
She smiled now, warmly. "I'm not upset at you baby, just surprised. Still, I won't pass you up on either of those." She stepped toward me and me her (my erection having done no sort of relaxing since this began) and embraced me. My mother was just a bit shorter than me but not by much, so my erection ended up pressed right into her groin towards our stomachs. Still, I hugged her hard towards me, not doing anything crude but aware that she must know it was there. She hugged me back like she didn't notice or care, though, and after a few seconds we separated and she smiled at me before heading up the basement stairs. I turned and watched her go, catching a glimpse of her underwear but it being too dark for anything else. I clucked my tongue disappointingly and started on the laundry. It didn't strike me until later that I ended up being upset that I couldn't see my Mom's pubic hair a second time. And it struck me harder how little I cared about it being Mom.
As I walked into the living room Mom was watching some girly movie on TV. She also had a bottle of wine open in front of her and was just setting her glass down as I walked in. She looked back at me and from over her shoulder I saw she was wearing the same long shirt from before. Still with no pants on, she had her legs tight together, but was showing an impressive amount of thigh.
"Movie?" She asked over her shoulder at me.
"Sure." I replied. "Wine?" I asked back.
"No." She said and patted the couch beside her.
"C'mon Mom, I'm not going anywhere." I pouted as I sat down beside her.
"No." She said again and turned her attention to her movie.
We watched the movie for a bit and I mostly zoned out, checking my phone occasionally or shutting my eyes and relaxing. The next time Mom went for her glass I checked out her ivory thighs as her shirt slid up but the room was mostly dark and there wasn't anything else to see and I looked away as quickly as my urges could let me for fear of being caught. When she went for a third time she finished her glass, grabbed the bottle, and sat back with both. I went for another glimpse.
In the basement I had seen hair pouring out of her underwear and all along the inside of her legs right up to her thighs. It was amazing, but here in this light there wasn't anything to see, or they blended with the shadow and the couch to make it so I had to use my imagination.
"Jacob?" Mom said and I quickly pulled my eyes up to hers. 'Busted,' I thought, but she was holding her newly filled wine glass out to me. "You can have a sip, if you want."
"T-Thanks Mom." I took the glass. She had to have seen I was looking before she handed it to me, though. I took a tall sip as Mom watched and she clucked her tongue at me as I handed it back to her.
"Nearly half the glass is not a sip, son."
"Heh. Thanks, Mom." I replied and leaned my head on her shoulder.
"Enjoying the movie?" She asked before I pulled my head away.
"Eh, not really." I replied. "Enjoying the company, though."
Mom's smile was warm as she looked down at me. "Let me ask you something then."
"Okay, shoot."
"Is this going to be us from now on, you constantly trying to catch a glimpse between your mother's legs?" Her grin was wicked and my face must have been red.
"No, I... No, I, I mean..."
"No, I, No, I, " Mom imitated me. She didn't have any malice in her voice but I was definitely embarrassed and not completely in command of that bold confidence that started this.
"No... I." I stopped and took a breath, committing to not embarrassing myself if at all possible. "Not constantly, Mom. Sorry. I guess I'm just... you know, the mind's curious. And the eyes follow the mind. And I like to look at nice things."
Mom's smile was wide as took a tall sip of her wine and I realized this probably wasn't just the second glass she'd had tonight.
"I'm sorry, Jacob, did you just say my bush was a 'nice thing'?" She laughed out loud and I realized I was helpless to not feel embarrassed.
I looked right at Mom's face and realized she was also red, not from embarrassment but from wine. She was loving this retaliation for what I said to her in the basement. I took another breath and willed myself to calm, realizing as the sober one I could more easily manipulate this conversation if I at least tried to take control of it.
I half-forced a smile. "I guess I did, huh? It's hard to judge something you only saw for a second, but I guess I was impressed enough to say so."
I was a bit taken aback when Mom started laughing into her arm. She put her glass down and fell back onto the couch chortling in laughter. I was about to ask her what was so dang funny when I noticed that with her arm up her shirt had risen up to her stomach revealing her cotton underwear again. If I leaned down I'd definitely see what I was looking for, but my eyes still scanned the edges as I looked at the cloth covering her mound.
"Oh my God, baby," she said in between trying to settle her laughter, "You really are obsessed." I looked up at her and she caught my eyes immediately. "It's just hair, son. And as close as we are I'm still your Mother. This is probably inappropriate or something, isn't it?" As her laughter finally settled she reached for the wine yet again and very unrefinedly poured what was left into her glass before turning her eyes back to me.
I wasn't feeling very in control of this conversation, but Mom saying hair and Mother so close together just reminded me of what I saw and then I pictured it and then I was hard. Damn hard. "I mean, you're probably right. Still..." Why was I always so much more confident aroused? "I guess I want to see."
"You guess?" she said, red-faced and grinning. She took a long sip.
"I mean, I'm trying to, so I guess I do."
"Do you think I'm going to show you?"
"I don't... know."
"Do you think that will help with your little obsession?"
I've never lied to Mom. Still, 'no' wouldn't work too well. "Maybe... maybe."
"Maybe?" Mom laughed at me. She was so loving this.
"Possibly?" I tried as she sipped.
"/Possibly/?" She nearly snorted out the wine.
I gave up, and as I did I smiled and relaxed. "Look, I almost regret saying anything. I was just surprised because I didn't expect my Mom liked it like I do, or would so easily beat me if this were a contest."
"Weird contest."
"Look, so either let me look, tell me not to, show me, or tell me to apologize, but I didn't tease you this badly, you lush, so let it go."
Mom downed the glass and put it to rest on the table. 'Did she drink the whole bottle?' I wondered. Her playful grin hadn't gone down at all after what I said.
"Did you just ask me to show you my bush?"
"I said a lot of things, Mom."
"My son just asked me to show him my bush."
"/Mom/."
"Alright, alright. I'm sorry I picked on you for talking about my bush."
I sighed deeply as she giggled.
Mom looked up at the movie which you could have fooled me into remembering that's what we'd been doing before, and I looked up to. The man and woman were drinking champagne on a boat before the man swept her up in his arms and kissed her. I debated excusing myself but had no desire to speak next. Mom went for the bottle, forgot it was empty, poured a little sip that was left from it into her mouth, and sat back. I looked over as this was happening and caught her eye at the end. She smiled, with a hint of her earlier grin and the same red in her cheeks.
"Alright." She said.
"What?" I asked.
"I'll show you. I'll let you look again, if you want."
"Wh... really? That's it?"
"That's it."
"Why?"
"You're asking why? Really?" Mom was grinning again.
"Well... yeah, I mean." My reply was sheepish.
"What do you mean?"
"Isn't this a big deal?"
"Is it? Do you not want to?"
"No, I mean."
"You mean?"
"I mean..." I sighed. You won again, Mom. "Yes. No. Whichever means I do want to see. I do want to see."
"There you go. And 'why' is because I'm drunk and it is impressive and I never get to show off to anyone but myself. I guess it's not too much of a stretch from you saying you like my hair."
"Uh... sure, Mom. We can go with that. You do have nice hair."
"Oh shut up. So how do we do this?"
"Um, you offered."
Mom sighed with a smile. "I did indeed. Okay."
She shifted toward me on the couch and started to spread her legs. Realizing this was actually going to happen, I got up from the couch and headed toward the light switch.
"Not fleeing are you, son?"
"Nope. The opposite, kind of." I flipped the switch and the white LED bulbs made everything visible. I sat back down and Mom grinned right at me.
"Trying to get a good look?"
"If we're actually going to do this. Otherwise I might look again, right?"
"Probably." Mom chuckled and sat with her back to her armrest. I did the same. Mom stretched her left leg out and rested it on my folded legs, and set her right leg out to the table with the wine bottle.
"Wow, Mom,"
Mom pulled her shirt up and onto her stomach. I got a clear view of her underwear and could see hair poking out from all sides including the top. Before I could wonder if this was it, she grabbed the edges of her underwear and pulled them up tight, covering her pussy but giving me a clear view of how thick the hair was around it. It was like a thick oval around her labia that spread out until it thinned down her thighs and up to her stomach. It was thick enough that it looked black but you could see the brown in it in the light, just like her hair. In a word...
"Impressive?" Mom asked.
I was in such a mixed state of shock and admiration that I wasn't even feeling embarrassed. Aroused, sure, but I was willing time to move as slowly as possible.
"I admit, Mom, I am impressed."
"Well I can't believe my son is staring at my pubic hair."
I was staring. I was trying to take a picture in my mind so I could masturbate to it later. Mother or not, having a woman exposing herself to me for my pleasure was very arousing and I didn't want to forget it anytime soon. So I didn't deny it. Instead I noticed details like how it spilled up and over the tops of her legs, and continued down towards her ass, where I couldn't see. Something about noticing the gap of skin on her thighs where the pubic hair ended before the leg hair began made me realize how erotic this really was.
"Is this what we're doing for the rest of the night?" She teased.
"It's a better show than whatever we were watching before."
"It's still on, silly."
"Oh."
Mom giggled as she pulled both her legs in and into a V shape, holding her knees with her hands. I got to appreciate how the hair spilled out onto her thighs and ass from this angle. She was looking at me but I was too busy staring at her to notice. I'm sure my mouth was hanging open.
Thinking I didn't want this to end, I thought of something to say. "When was the last time you shaved?"
"Oh goodness I don't know baby. Its been over a decade."
"Ten years. Wow." I could see she didn't shave her legs, but "do you shave your armpits?"
"No, honey, I don't shave anything. Are you just trying to get me to take my shirt off?" I looked up to see she was all grin.
"I'm just interested."
"Well it's nice you're taking an interest in your mother." she said and yawned, stretching her hands over her head. As I was looking downward I stopped to appreciate her mom boobs pressing against her shirt. Her nipples were hard. Though they hung with age, they were big and at this point they were boobs regardless.
"Ooooh Jacob," she yawned, "what am I going to do with you? I thought you wanted to see my bush, now you're looking at my titties?"
My cock pulsed when my mom said bush and titties. I was beyond hope. The alcohol was starting to make me feel bold, and my mom's teasing grin the entire time we were having this conversation had me empowered.
"You caught me. I'm guilty. I had a taste and now I want to see everything. Sorry Mom." I looked at her. She was grinning. So was I.
She put her hands down to the side of her shirt and lifted a bit. My cock twitched as my hopes rose.
"Hmm... you know that's awfully wrong."
"You raised me, Mom."
She choked on a laugh, "Oh! So this is MY fault now, somehow?"
"Probably!" I laughed, too.
"You little shit!" she said, standing up. Before I knew it, she had swept her shirt up over her head, but before I could gawk, she had raveled the shirt up tight and whipped it at my side like a towel. Not too harsh, but it did surprise me.
"Ow! Mom!" I said instinctively, but fell immediately back into giggles.
Whip! Whip! She gave me two more. I stood up, fighting off laughter, and stepped back, pulling my own shirt off and raveling it up quickly.
"Two can play at this game, Mom!"
"Oh yeah?!"
We stood there, drunk, giggling, brandishing our shirts-as-towels at each other, waiting for the other to strike. Mom got the better of me, though, as my eyes drifted down to the cleavage coming out of her bra. Her bra was plain and her boobs were still mom boobs, but altogether her being in her underwear in front of me like this was all too distracting, and I took a whip towards the nipple for it.
"Yeowch! Hey, no fair, that's cheating!"
"How's that cheating?! I don't think there's any official rules."
"No, but you've got a bra on. Protection."
Mom shook her chest back and forth which rocked her boobs around a bit. I stared. "Do you want me to get you one, son?"
"No! Smartass."
"Oh, so this is your clever way of asking your mother to take her bra off? Aren't you happy enough?"
"I am happy, but you could still take your bra off."
"Jacob." Mom pulled a Mom face at me and for a moment my heart skipped a beat, before she broke into a shit-eating grin. "Oh God, I can't believe you asked me to do that."
"I didn't really ask."
"Oh, well if you didn't ask." She said, and started raveling up her shirt again.
"Wait, wait." I said, looking her right in the eyes, matching her grin for grin.
"Yes, baby?"
"... Would you?"
"Would I what?"
"Mooom."
Giggles. "Would I /what/, son?"
"... Would you ... take it off?"
"My bra?"
"Yes."
"Yes /what/?"
"Mooooom."
"Yes /what/, Jacob?"
"Yes your bra! Will you?"
"Hrm." She was slowly shaking her chest back and forth, smiling with her hand up to her face like she was thinking about it. "I don't know baby. I'm not sure what comes next."
"Your panties come next, Mom."
"Jacob Smith! Or should I say Oedipus Rex! You are trying to get your mother naked!" She put her hands on her hips, straining to not smile. It wasn't quite working.
"I plead no contest."
"That means you do!"
"That's not what that means."
"Why do you want to see your old Mom naked, Jacob?"
"Because I can't stop thinking about it since I saw you bent over!"
"Aw, poor baby." she said half-sarcastically. "Come here."
She opened her arms. I went in for the hug, and felt her cloth-covered breasts again my chest and her head on my shoulder. I put my hands on the straps and hook of her bra.
"Are you going to unhook it?" She whispered.
I didn't hesitate. I scrambled with the hook using two hands. I struggled; Mom giggled.
"Push in then out. Like a Chinese finger trap."
"I know, I know." But I listened to her advice and soon it was unhooked. Mom stepped back, holding the bra up to her breasts with one hand while the straps started to fall loose about her shoulders.
"You know this is way too much for a mom to show her son, right?" She was smiling softly now.
"Yes, Mom."
"Good, as long as you know that." She said, and tossed her bra aside onto the couch. She continued covering her breasts with her arm, but it was still a lot and I was definitely feeling it.
"They don't perk up like the girls your age anymore." She said, a little softly."Yeah, but they're yours, so..."
"Wow. Jacob." Her face broke from wild and excited to soft and charmed. I knew the wine was still going through both of us but the feeling in the room had changed.
She moved her arm and I got my first real full look at my mom's big, dangling, D-cup breasts. "I can't believe we're doing this."
"Me either, Mom."
"Do you like them?" she asked, raising her hands and crossing them over her head so I could see the dark patches of hair under her armpits. Between her mom boobs, her armpit hair, and the hair spilling out of her cotton panties - the only piece of clothing she had on - I knew I probably already came some, but was still as hard as I'd been since we'd started.
"I do. I like everything I'm seeing."
"How did we get from watching a movie together to me showing you my titties?"
"Wine helped."
"It did, but it's all done. So is the movie, apparently. What are we going to do now? Honestly I should probably take a shower and go to bed..." she let that hang in the air teasingly.
"That sounds good. We could do that."
"/We/ could, huh?" she said, tilting her head at me.
"Yeah! It'll be like when I was a little kid. I'll even wash your back for you."
"Oh, how chivalrous!" Mom turned around and started heading for her bedroom. "Come on then, Mr. Knight."
"Oedipus was a King, Mom." I started after head, looking at her bare back and panties. The anticipation that those were about to come off soon was killing me.
"Smartass!"
Once we got into the bathroom in her bedroom Mom turned the water on in the shower tub and then turned back to me. "Alright, you first, Your Majesty."
I hesitated out of brief embarrassment before realizing I was staring at my topless mom who I was about to show with if I just didn't stop now. I knew I was rock hard and I'm sure Mom did, too. I didn't have a porn star dick but I wasn't afraid to pull it out, either. Just a little under 7 inches of motherloving penis. I dropped my pants and let my dick temple out of my boxers.
"That must have hurt. I take it that was my fault, too?" Mom said, plainly talking about my dick. Twitch.
"Are you going to take responsibility?"
Mom snort-laughed at my boldness, and turned around to check the water. Facing away from me, she started lowering her underwear and I was hooked. As she slid it down her legs - which led right to her ass - I got a good look at the hair running from her pussy up to her asshole and spilling out onto her ass and the back of her thighs. I could also clearly see her asshole and part of her puffy labia.
"Wow, Mom. Impressive."
She stood up and turned around, and I got a real look at just how big and beautiful her bush was from the front. I'd seen almost everything now, but still wanted to see more. "Why thank you, Jacob."
"That's not what you said in the laundry room!"
She ran her fingers through her dark pubic hair and pulled at it gently. "Are you complaining?"
"No ma'am!" I said excitedly, pushing down and kicking away my boxers. My hard cock stood pointing right at my mother. I also didn't shave and had hair running from my dick to my ass, but nowhere near as impressive as Mom's.
"I think he wants to say hi," Mom said giggling.
"Why don't you shake hands?" I said, pushing my butt forward.
"Ohh my God, Jacob Barry Smith." She put her hand up to her face but I knew she was smiling. "Just get in the shower!"
As I walked by her and lifted a leg up in she surprised me with a light spank on my bum that turned into a squeeze. "Mom!" I said in mock surprise.
"Oh hush, like you aren't going to try to feel up your old Mom" letting go and following me in.
"Fair enough."
I stepped back and let Mom stand under the showerhead. She turned towards me, pushing her chest out as she ran her hands through her hair, soaking it in the water. I took the time to capture another image in my mind, of her hairy armpits, big saggy tits, and a bush I desperately wanted to feel against my own. I had aroused confidence and alcohol confidence in me now, and wasn't even kidding myself about what I wanted anymore. I reached for the shampoo.
"Let me do your hair, Mom."
She opened her eyes and looked at me. "Okay sweetheart."
"Turn around please?"
She did, and I took a moment to appreciate her ass before squirting a little shampoo into my hands and foaming it up between them, then I started running it through her hair gently.
"Mm." Mom let out a little moan as I continued. I finished by giving her a short scalp massage. "Alright Mom, lift your arms."
"Hrm?" She enquired but obeyed. I foamed up a little more shampoo then started running my fingers through her armpit hair. "Oh!"
I was firm so that I didn't tickle her, using my fingers to feel the contour of her skin under the hair, then running my fingers through it before catching it between my fingers and pulling at it gently on each side of her.
"Mmm." She moaned a little louder. "Having fun baby?"
Boldly, I stepped forward and brushed my dick against the inside of her hairy thighs. "What do you think, Mom?" I let the Mom hang. It felt so dirty.
"Easy son, we have all night."
"Of course." I said and pulled back, finished with her armpits. "I'm going to do your pubes now, okay?"
"Oh Jacob, you're just trying to grope your mother, aren't you?"
"I believe the term you used was 'feel up'." I foamed some more shampoo. "Here I go."
I moved my hands slowly, so that if Mom wanted to stop me, she could. She didn't though, and before I knew it I had two hands in my mother's bush, gathering the hair up in bunches, forming it into a mohawk with the suds, and gently pulling on it - which elicited a cute moan from Mom. I moved one hand low and split my middle and index fingers apart, running shampoo around both sides of my own mother's pussy, feeling her labia on either side of my fingers. She was breathing heavy but didn't stop, and I closed my fingers just enough to squeeze her labia a bit before continuing to run my hand up and down.
"Doing... my hair... huh?" Mom breathed.
I didn't respond. With my right hand rubbing the outside of Mom's pussy, I moved my left hand back to her ass and started running a foamy hand inbetween her ass, my middle finger between her cheeks so I could feel her taint and lightly stimulate her asshole.
"Oh Jacob... baby... this isn't... cleaning... anymore."
She was right. As I moved my hands to squeeze my mom's labia and run a finger over her asshole, the shampoo had washed away, and I watched my own hands stimulate my mother's body.
"You're right, Mom. Do you want me to stop?" I kept going.
"I want you to stop... pretending... and make me..."
I looked up at my mother's face. The woman who birthed me, whose body I was exciting with my hands. She was red but not from the wine. Was she embarrassed?
"Look at me, Mom. Make you 'what'?" I stopped constantly moving my hands, leaving my left with a finger on her asshole and my right cupping her sex.
She took a breath, then looked at me, eyes meeting. I knew I was just as red as she was. Embarrassed but horny. Too sober by the reality of it to blame it on the wine.
"Make me cum, Jacob, baby. Please, make your mommy cum!"
I wanted to make myself cum right then and there, but it wasn't my turn yet. I accepted her invitation, slipping her lips open and finding her clit with my finger, while running a finger on the outside of her asshole at the same time. "Ohhh Jacob," she moaned out when I found her clit. "Oh baby. I've never had anyone touch me from both ends like this."
"Do you like it?" I asked while lightly pinching and rolling her clit between my fingers and simultaneously pushing my finger more forcefully against her rectum.
"Oh yes baby it feels reeeally good. And it also... it also feels reeeally naughty." Mom was leaning against the front of the show and I leaned against her, my dick against the outside of her leg as I continued stimulating her.
I brought my left hand up and sucked on my index finger - for what good it'd do in the shower - and quickly brought it down and pushed it against her rectum. "How's this for naughty, mommy?"
Mom's body twitched when I said 'mommy' and I realized it was like my own excitement hearing her talk dirty to me. "Put it in me, baby!"
Firmly, I pressed past the resistance of her rectum and felt the inside of her body with left index finger. Mom moaned as I broke through, and she was bucking against my right hand rubbing her clit in circles. "Oh honey. Oh my son... my beautiful son is going to make me cum."
And I wanted her to; I wanted her to cum on my hand. But, "look at me, mommy."
She pressed her sex hard against my hand at 'mommy', and turned her head to look at me. She was a little glazed over. It was a look I never thought I'd see on my own Mom's face, and I grinded my cock against her thigh in appreciation. "I want to make you cum, mommy. And then I want to take you to bed and fuck you."
"Oh God. Oh Jacob." Panting heavily, her voice was deeper than normal. "Oh son, you want to fuck your own mother? That's incest baby, that's incest."
"This is incest." I said, adding some pressure to my fingers. "Doesn't it feel good?"
"It feels sooo good, baby. You're making your mommy so hot."
"I want to feel that good, mommy."
"Oh baby... you came from that hole... 19 years ago..."
"I want to go back, mommy." I slapped my cock against her thigh a few times.
"Ohhh you're going to make mommy cum. I'm going to cum. And then... and then..."
Mom was breathing really heavy now and I kept up the pace, fingering her ass and circling her clit, keeping up a tempo and rhythm, counting in my head.
"Then what, mommy?"
Her breathing came in heavy bursts now. "Ohhh son. And then... and then... keep... keep going baby, right there, keep... oh God... I'm going to... I'm going to..."
"Look at me, mommy. Look at my when you cum!"
She did. "Oh baby I'm... I'm... I'm going to let you... mommy's going to let you... ohhhhhhh mommy's going to let you FUCK HERRR!" she screamed as her hips started bucking. I stopped rubbing her clit to cup her pussy with my hand, feeling as she had an orgasm on my hand. I didn't move and let her ride it out, washing her face, eyes closed, trying to catch her breath.
When she finally came down from her orgasm I slowly removed my finger from her ass, but let my right hand drift up and gently play with mom's impressive bush.
"Oh sweetheart, that was amazing." Mom said, turning around. She was positively glowing, with a content smile on her face.
"I'm glad you enjoyed it, Mom."
"Lets wash up and then lay down together, baby." She said, coming up and embracing me in a hug. I rested my head on her breasts and let my dick press between her pussy and thigh, feeling the hair on my tip.
"Sounds good to me, Mom."
The rest of the shower was smiles and cleaning, with Mom even rubbing soap over my balls and shaft. Impressively, I didn't cum immediately. We finally got out and I helped dry Mom off then did myself while mom finished her shower routine at the sink. Just as I was finishing up she stepped out of the bathroom with one look over the shoulder at me, and shut the door behind her. I double-timed drying myself and followed her into her bedroom.
She was laying on her King-sized bed, legs spread, hand between her leg spreading her sex open. I got the best view yet of my mother's bush and now her pussy.
"You know this is way too much for a mom to show her son, right?" she said, grinning.
"Yes, Mom."
"Good, as long as you know that. Now for the next part, come fuck your mother!"