Kate makes sure her grown son is clean. He ends up helping her too.
Credit for this story goes to Lubrican. It’s based on his story “Bathtime with Niece.” I wanted to change the genders and relationship.
All characters are 18.
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Kate was reading a book about prohibition when Johnny got finished with his homework and came out of his room.
"Bath time, Mama," he said brightly.
"Um?" said Kate, looking up from her book. Her son was naked, his hard cock bouncing in front of him.
"I said it was bath time. Come on. I have soccer tryouts tomorrow and I have to get up early so I can get there and warm up. Tub or Shower?" he finished.
"Well, since you're in such a hurry, I suppose it should be shower tonight," said his smiling mother, and she got up. She untied her robe and dropped it to the floor, leaving her just as naked as her son.
"Hurry up, Mama," said Johnny from inside the bathroom. She heard the water start. "I'm horny."
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An outsider would never have understood their relationship. If you were to ask Kate about it, she'd say it was just an accident of fate. Her husband had left on a six-month business trip to Africa when Johnny was just three years. Kate knew it would be a challenge to care for their toddler, but it was a sacrifice she was willing to make for her husband’s career. They’d wished him well and watched the plane take off. She knew he got to Africa. She got letters. But then the letters stopped. He disappeared off the face of the earth and had not been seen or heard from for years. He was presumed dead, and her husband’s company gave her a considerable insurance payout.
Kate had no intention of remarrying. She'd had a few short term relationships with some guys. She'd even had a few one-night stands, but she was too afraid of bringing a man home to her son to actually form a meaningful bond. She’d been an only child, and few of her friends had kids. As such, she really didn't have a clue how to raise a little boy. There were three things she did for Johnny that she was proud of and thought he was pretty good at. One was clothing him. Another was making sure he had good nutrition and got lots of exercise. And the third was his personal hygiene.
And because she was proud of what she was doing, the fact that he gave her son baths didn't seem strange at all. Not even when he turned ten, then into his teens, and eventually as his body took the shape of a man. It was just something they did together by then, and they'd developed a routine.
It had started when he was little. He knew little boys weren’t the best at cleaning their private areas, so she made sure to clean that very well. There was nothing sexual about it. Well, not then. She just washed him.
At some point, it crossed the line. She was washing his penis and testicles and her finger flitted between his butt cheeks and rubbed his puckered anus. He cooed and said that felt good, so she did it for a while. Kate felt her own privates get heated, but kept that little secret to herself.
By then their routine was like this: First he sat up in the tub and he washed his hair. Then while the conditioner sank in, he washed his body. Then he got on his hands and knees and she rinsed his hair and the rest of his body, running her hands between his legs to get his penis, balls and tight little rectum clean. Once he was out of the tub and dry, she rubbed his whole body with lotion, especially his cock, balls, and buttocks.
There was a lot of cock rubbing going on in their family, but it was pretty harmless. It felt good, so she did it for him.
Afterwards, alone in her room, she laid naked on her bed rubbing her clit until she came, remembering the feeling of his smooth, hard shaft in her hand.
One night he came home from being out with his friends. He was downcast and Kate saw this immediately. When she asked him what was wrong, he said he'd been talking to her friends. He'd mentioned something he'd said to his mom during bath time. His friend’s eyes got big and he asked if Johnny’s mom was IN the bathroom at the same time that he was IN the bathtub. Johnny, thinking that was normal had said "Sure". His friend had whooped and hollered and made fun of him, saying that was dirty.
"Is what we do dirty, Mama?" Johnny asked her.
"Sweety, there are some folks who would call it dirty or wrong. Most people don't do it the way we do, I suppose. But what we do is between us, and I don't think it's anybody else's business. If you don't like it anymore, then we'll stop."
He'd said he didn't want to stop. He liked what they did. And they agreed then that no one would be told anything about it in the future, and it would be just between them. After that, however, sometimes Johnny took a bath by himself. Still, at least once a week he'd announce it was bath time and pull his mom into the bathroom.
Of course Johnny learned about sex. He learned most of it like most of us do, from friends, magazines, and other sometimes ignorant and unreliable sources. But he understood the birds and the bees and his friends described what they claimed they were doing in with girls at school. Johnny, however, had no urge to do any of those things. His needs were being met at home.
At some point, he had his first orgasm. It was in the bathtub, and his mom’s hand was wrapped around his hard cock when it happened. He'd been standing in the tub letting her clean his shaft, stretching this foreskin over his cockhead over and over (to make sure it extra clean) while he sighed and said how good that felt. He was rubbing his soapy hands over his smooth torso, his head dripping blobs of shampoo down his body. He put his foot on the edge of the tub, and he began to feel the need to instinctually pump his hips, moving his cock faster in and out of his mother’s soapy hand. Enthralled with the site before her, Kate tightened her grip on his cock and brought her other hand to push a soapy digit against his asshole. That combination and his humping movement sent Johnny over the edge.
"Oh!" he yipped when it started. "OH!!" He closed his eyes faced toward the ceiling.
He reached down held the back of his mother’s head, his fingers grasping her hair. Kate pushed her finger more firmly against his ass, her eyes locked on his slit with rapt anticipation.
"OHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" he moaned as his cock released its first pulse of watery, mature semen. It arched across the short distance between them and across her forehead, nose, lips, and chin. It was quickly followed by a second, third, and forth, each adding to the pearly mess on his mother’s face. Kate couldn’t help but to catch it some on her tongue, savoring and swallowing her first taste of her son’s cum.
His thrusts slowed and last vestiges of his spend leaked onto her hand and down her arm. He opened his eyes and looked down at his mom with an expression of both amazement and shock. His cum was dripping down her eyebrows, cheeks, and chin. He’d be worried about her reaction if not for the smile on her face. They locked eyes –Kate looking up at her son, seeing him in a new way. His cock was mere inches from her face, his growing strength having pulled her close. One last bead of cum dripped down onto her lips, which she quickly swept away and swallowed.
"I don't know what that was,” he said between deep breaths, “but it felt REALLY good."
From then on, bath time included his mom almost every time, and he insisted that she wash his privates REALLY REALLY good, front and back. He got good at having orgasms, and Kate got good at giving them to him.
A few months later, after a particularly nice cum, he was lying back in the tub while his mom cleaned her hands and face in the tub and fondly at his growing body. He looked at her and said "Mama, you always wash me during bath time, but I never wash YOU." Then he just looked at her, the silence demanding some kind of answer.
Kate, who had been wearing less and less clothing to their bath sessions, had a difficult time putting together coherent thoughts as her son’s increasingly well-endowed cock rested against his thigh. She said the first thing that came to mind.
"Sweety, I take showers."
"Why don't I take showers?" he asked quickly.
"Well, I suppose you could. We've just made a habit of giving you baths. It's always been that way.
"Well, I think tomorrow night you should wash me in the shower."
Now the importance of what was being discussed penetrated her cum-clouded mind. She couldn't get in the shower with her because she'd see her breasts and pussy.
"But ... we can't." she said. "I'd um... get all wet. I mean…my clothes would get all wet."
Johnny laughed and splashed her with the bath water, making her already thin, white camisole translucent, her hefty breasts and nipples clearly visible. "Like I don't get them wet when I cum?"
She'd admitted to him that what was happening to him was her "helping him cum" and now it was just a part of the routine.
In truth, he got pretty wild sometimes and she did, in fact, get pretty wet sometimes. She tried again.
The shower has a glass door, and if we leave it open while the shower's on, and I'm trying to wash you, water will get everywhere."
"Then you'll just have to come inside the shower with me." he said reasonably.
She stuttered and blushed and said "We just can't take showers together."
He stared at her as his hand slowly jerked his hardening cock. He wasn't stupid at all.
"You get excited, don't you?" When she didn't say anything he went on "During bath time you get excited. I can smell your…um…pussy." Her head jerked up, her eyes wild. "And I see you rubbing it sometime when you’re helping me cum" he said "You usually try to hide it, but I can tell what you’re doing."
She hung his head. "Yes" he said miserably. "I'm sorry."
Johnny touched his hand. "What for, Mama? Because you're normal? Come on. Why do I call you in here for bath time? Because I can't do it by myself? Of course not. I'm not stupid. I like what we do. It makes me feel good. It makes me feel special. AND I get all clean at the same time!" he finished brightly. She didn't smile. "I'd like to think you like helping me cum, and that's why you touch yourself." He posed for her, squeezing his cock as another drop of cum slid down his shaft.”
"I’m not sure if it’s appropriate for you to see my breasts and vagina," She said firmly. Well, maybe not firmly. The idea of being naked with him was making her pussy muscles squeeze inside her body.
"So, what you're telling me" he said seriously "is that you think I should see my first vagina in the back seat of some car ... on a date ... with some girl from school
And so, the next night, she'd nervously gone with him into the master bathroom, where the big 48" X 48" shower was. He'd dropped his clothes unashamedly, like he'd been doing for years, and waited for her to get naked with him. She made sure she didn't look at him while he stripped. Instead she looked at the loose towel bar and thought about how she'd hire someone to repair it. She managed to get undressed without her nipples getting hard.
"See there?" he said in a soothing voice. "It's not so bad, now is it?"
Then he took her hand and pulled her into the shower. He demanded she "teach" him how to take a shower, even though he'd been taking them for years at school and the gym. And so she found herself face-to-face with her son, sliding her wet soapy hands all over his smooth tight flesh. When she did his shoulders and slid her hands down his chest, he stepped into her and she found herself hugging his wet naked body, his hard cock pushing into her soft mons. Her nipples sprang to attention, and her pussy pulsed with anticipation. He pushed in closer, her breasts pressing against his chest, his hand moving up and down her back and brushing the top of her ass
"Hmmmmmm. That's feels better" he sighed. Then he relented and turned around, with her back to him. "Now wash me," he ordered.
Kate soaped up her hands and began washing his back, underarms, and chest. Then she lowered her herself to her knees and washed his manly ass and legs, and down to his feet. He unexpectedly turned around and his cock smacked her cheek. She looked up at him smiling, his glans obstructing her view. She’d never been this close to it. Her chin was between his legs. Her soapy hand grasped his cock and stroked it, then pulled it up and away from his body. His balls moved into view. Her sexual instincts overwhelmed her good judgement, and she leaned forward to and kissed them.
"Oh, I like this a lot." he said as he spread his legs to give her more access, inadvertently pressing his scrotum against her mouth. Kate moaned as she opened her mouth and engulfed his sack while continuing to jerk him above her face. Her other hand slipped between his legs and massaged his balloon knot, a come-hither motion that slowly allowed her fingertip to enter his body. "Yes...yes...yes," he said. Kate shifted back to observe her work, her son’s cock just inches from her mouth as her hand pumped the cum from his loins. Johnny’s hand snaked into her wet hair, locking her in place. She could feel his growing strength pulling her toward him as his cock swelled in her hand. Kate’s pussy tightened knowing at the thought was what was about to occur. She looked up at her son, his muscular frame and features more prominent in the hard lighting. A wave of submission overcame her maternal instincts, her mouth falling open. Johnny tightened his core and moaned as his cock exploded. Rope after rope of incestuous cum covered Kate’s tongue. Her eyes closed as she allowed herself to be pulled forward, her lips enveloping the head of her son’s cock as she swallowed his virile semen. She continued pumping his shaft until is ceased pulsing, a final lick of his slit sending the last drops into her belly. She couldn’t believe what she’d just done, and what she’d allowed him to do to her. But her body was on fire.
Still in a daze, Johnny petted her hair, his cock still brushing against her face. He sat on the small ledge as Kate stood and rinsed her face, her fat tits coming to eye level with her son. He took her in from top to bottom, appreciating her wide, shapely ass as the water cascaded over her body. After a minute he stood and poured shower gel into his hands. "And now I get to wash you," he said.
She stood stock still, knowing she shouldn't let him do this. But she was confused. She'd been washing him for years. How could this be so much worse? By then it was too late. Johnny, for some reason, didn't seem to think that anything was dirty on her except her tits and ass. He decided to wash THOSE first. He moved close to his mother and gently squeezed her breasts, running his hands over her taught nipples. He traced his hands down her sides until he had two handfuls of her ass, He pulled their bodies together until his hardening cock slipped between her legs, her neatly trimmed pussy hair tickling his sensitive head. As they stood together, Kate realized that her son was now taller than her. Somehow that made their bathtime escapades seem less naughty.
She turned herself within his arms until her ass pushed back against him. “Wash my front,” she suggested. She lifted her arms and slid them behind his head, giving her son full access to her body. He washed her breasts once more, pinching her nipples and mashing her flesh together. Sliding one hand up and around her throat, he moved the other across her soft belly until he felt the soft skin of her labia. Her legs opened on their own, he foot finding a place on the ledge. His fingers explored her sensitive flesh, forcing lustful moans to escape her lungs. “Yesssss” she hissed when he found her swollen clit. She could feel her son’s cock pushing up against her from behind. She pictured it splitting her lips, pre-cum oozing from his slit and mixing with her own juices. The thought caused her body to tense as orgasm ripped through her. She couldn’t remember a more deep and satisfying climax. Johnny tightened his grasp on her neck and pussy, pulling her strongly against him as her body give in to him.
Exhausted, Kate moved on wobbly legs to the ledge. Johnny laughed and said "That was FUN!" and began to lick her pussy juice from his fingers.
Thus had they graduated to showers, mostly, though every so often Johnny wanted to be washed in the tub, like old times. He made her get naked with him though, and when his bath was finished, she would find herself on all fours in the tub as Johnny washed her clit, pussy, and ass until she came with a shriek.
It was during one of those times when he decided to kiss the object of his affection. She wasn't expecting that, and when he leaned forward and split her lips with his tongue she introduced him to the taste of fresh pussy juice accidentally. By then he knew what to expect when his mother had her cum, and he'd known that it might happen. Truth be told, he'd been curious about what she'd taste like, remembering all the locker room talk his friends made about licking pussy.
That's the way it had been for about the last three months. When they were in the shower she liked clean his cock until he came on her face, tits, or down her throat. Sometimes, when she felt particularly horny, she rubbed his cum into her pussy, even though she knew that was very dangerous. But it made her climax even harder when he used his fingers or tongue on his clit and pussy.
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Tonight, Johnny wanted the shower. He was already hard and wet when she stepped in. He instantly attacked her, pressing his body against hers. She could feel his growing strength and urgency as he pawed at her body and forced their genitals together.
"I don't know why" he said hungrily, "but I'm just extra horny tonight. I want you to wash me extra good tonight Mama, OK?"
"It would be my pleasure" she said as she began to slide her hands all over his naked masculine body. He turned his back to her and leaned against the glass. Her soapy hands roamed across his chest, his back, his thighs, and his impressive glutes. Her fingers dipped between his cheeks and washed his ass before reaching forward and grasping his balls. Johnny moaned as he pushed his ass back farther, encouraging more. Kate soon found herself on her knees, dipping her head between his spread legs and nibbling at his inner thighs, reaching farther forward to stroke his angry cock. She savored the access of this position and kissed her son’s most nether region before extending her tongue to push into him. “Oh, fuck…” he moaned as her hand played with his very full cock and balls. He felt his orgasm approaching, but something made him want to hold off.
He stood and looked down at his mother, who returned his gaze and waited silently for his next move. Holding his cock, he moved forward until his dangling balls were over her face.
“Open,” he said, clearly telling and not asking. She obeyed instantly and watched as he dropped his entire sack into her mouth, stroking his cock wantonly as he grasped her head from behind and pulled her into his body. Kate closed her eyes and evaporated into the release of submission, lavishing his balls with all of her love. He pulled his scrotum from her mouth with a pop and pulled her to her feet. Standing together, her breasts mashed between then, his cock pressing against her labia, he pulled his mother into a deep embrace and locked his lips onto hers. Their kiss was electric and shocked both of them to the core. It was the most erotic thing that had happened to either of them and Johnny’s cock gave a short spurt of cum juice. Kate felt the heat of it on her and stepped back. Any sense of restraint was gone.
She stared at his cock and soaped up her hands. She frothed his cock, getting it covered with suds. Then she turned around, leaning into the wall as she arched her back.
"My pussy needs more washing, Sweety. Your cock is all soapy. Would you please wash my pussy with your cock?"
She stood frozen as he approached her from behind, bending his cock down and using the soap covered knob to rub across her ass cheeks, anus, and between her pussy lips. Her body zinged as his cockhead mashed her clit. She moaned and opened her loins to him. His prick released a glob of his seed and he smeared it into her pussy mouth, feeling her lips spread and welcome him. She went up on her tip toes, begging for him to go deeper.
"My pussy needs to be washed deeper, baby. Please..." she whimpered.
He knew what she meant. He knew what she wanted. He knew it was wrong, but he wanted it too. She spread her legs further, opening herself up for him. She was wet with her own juices and slippery from the sperm he'd leaked into the mouth of her pussy. His cock was soapy. He grasped her waist and he pressed himself further, pumping his hips until his cock slid deep into her core.
Her mind screamed at how wrong this was, but those thoughts made their act infinitely more pleasurable. Her mind went blank as she focused on the pleasure her son was giving her, relaxing and letting the fullness of penetration spread through her loins. About then the tip of his cock kissed her cervix and her pussy fluttered.
"Ohhhhh Johnny" she sighed, arching her back harder.
Her son pounded her from behind, his hands reaching beneath her to hold her swinging tits and pinch her nipples. She came. She shuddered and whined and made nonsense sounds as her voice got louder and louder. Her pussy clenched hard on his cock, trying to drive it as deeply inside her as possible. She gasped as her pussy fluttered again, rippling, milking, asking for his precious gift.
His prick exploded. He didn't even think about pulling out. When she felt the heat and wet splashes of his cum in her pussy she just scrunched harder onto him. Rope after rope of Johnny’s seed splashed onto his mother’s engorged cervix, seeping into her fertile womb. He came so much it ran out around his cock and down her thighs, to be washed off by the water beating down on both of them. They both gasped for air, the intensity of their affair only just beginning to wane. After a minute Kate tried to slip off his cock, but he put a hang against her soft belly and pulled her against him, squeezing another pulse of cum into her.
"I don't ever want to take this out of you. Not ever."
She smiled. "That's silly and you know it."
Then she was more serious. "I shouldn’t have let you cum inside of me. This is dangerous." She could feel her cervix gulping her son's seed into her unprotected womb.
He pulled out of her and she instantly fell to her knees, her leg muscles zapped of strength. She turned and looked up at her son.
"Well, we're going to do this again," he said, looking down at her. She instinctively opened her mouth as he approached her, knowing bath time must end with him being clean. Johnny watched as his mother engulfed his cock. He pressed himself forward until his ball pressed against her chin. He squeezed one last drop of cum into her body.
"In fact, we're going to do this a lot,” he said, smiling.
Her mouth smiled around his slimy shaft, knowing he was right. She figure out protection later.
Popping his cock from her lips, she said, "I don’t think my pussy has ever felt so clean."
And that, after all, is what bath time is for, right?