Mom and I went about our business after breakfast; She was cleaning and I mowed the lawn. I came in when I had finished and was sweaty and dirty. I told Mom I was going to jump in the shower and rinse off. I headed to my room to strip off, and when I walked out of my room, Mom topped the stairs and said, "I will join you."
I was shocked, to say the least, although extremely happy that she was. I remind you that my mom has nice breasts that sag a bit, but beautiful dark areola with pronounced nipples.
"Let's do it," I said as I went into the bathroom.
Mom said, "Let's use my bathroom. The shower is much bigger."
Fine with me, I thought as I changed directions and went to her bedroom.
When my parents built our house, mom's only must-have was a luxury bathroom with a large walk-in shower. It was a huge shower with the rain head in the middle of the ceiling and shower heads on both ends as well.
She started the water, looked at me with a smile, and said, "I just thought we both needed to clean up so why not conserve water?" Mom giggled and went on to say, "I think we should become more Earth-conscious and conserve water as much as possible."
"Fine by me," I said.
We jumped in the shower and each used our respective end of the shower until I felt Mom's hand on my butt.
I stood still for a moment until she said, "Don't be shy now, mister."
I turned toward her, grinned, and reached for her soapy breasts. They felt amazing, and when I pinched her nipples, she jumped and admitted she enjoyed that, but it had been so long since anyone had done it to her.
We finished rinsing off. She stepped out and handed me a fluffy white towel. I began drying off and turned to leave when Mom said, "Don't run off. We are not finished."
I stopped in my tracks and looked at her. She was drying off and looking up several times, smiling, before finally saying, "Let's just enjoy the rest of the afternoon watching movies in my room."
"Sounds good to me. Can we order in," I said.
"Sure, we can do that; then we can just stay in bed and relax," she replied.
We settled into her king-sized bed and turned on a romantic comedy. I was caressing Mom's thigh and brushed against her crotch, catching her off guard. She jumped but looked at me with a sly grin, saying, "I know what you are up to."