I’ve been wanting to shower with my mom for as long as I can remember. I’m 22 years old, and she’s still the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. She’s always been so kind and nurturing, but there’s something about her that drives me wild. Maybe it’s the way her breasts jiggle when she walks or the way her ass looks in tight jeans. I don’t know, but I’ve had fantasies about her for as long as I can remember.
One day, I was at home alone, and I heard the shower turn on. My heart started racing as I knew what this meant. I quickly stripped off my clothes and ran into the bathroom. There she was, standing under the hot water, her eyes closed, and her head tilted back.
“Mom?” I said.
She opened her eyes and looked at me. I could see the surprise on her face.
“What are you doing here?” she asked.
“I wanted to shower with you,” I said.
She smiled and shook her head. “I’m not sure that’s a good idea,” she said.
“Please, Mom,” I begged. “I’ve wanted this for so long.”
She hesitated for a moment, but then she nodded. “Okay,” she said. “But we have to be quiet. Your father will be home soon.”
I nodded and stepped into the shower with her. The water was hot, and the steam filled the room. I could feel my cock getting hard as I looked at her naked body. She was so beautiful.
“So, what do you want to do?” she asked.
I didn’t know what to say. I just wanted to touch her. I reached out and put my hand on her breast. She gasped, but she didn’t push me away. I squeezed her breast, and she moaned.
“That feels good,” she said.
I moved my hand down and cupped her pussy. She was wet, and I could feel her heat through my fingers. She gasped again as I rubbed her clit.
“Oh, God,” she said. “That feels so good.”
I continued to finger her as we stood under the hot water. I could feel my own arousal building, and I knew I couldn’t hold back much longer.
“I’m going to cum,” I said.
“Me too,” she said.
We both came at the same time, and it was the most intense orgasm I’ve ever had. I collapsed against her, and she held me tight.
After we finished, we got out of the shower and dried off. We didn’t say much, but I could tell that something had changed between us. We had shared something special, and it had brought us closer together.
From that day on, we started showering together every chance we got. It was our little secret, and I knew that I would never forget the first time I shared a shower with my mom.
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