Life With Mother: Bathing on a Hot Friday Night

The sexual escapades that you are about to read about all started some fifty years ago. In The Beginning happened in the summer of 1960, seven years after that infamous kiss between Burt Lancaster and Deborah Kerr on the beach in From Here to Eternity, the kiss that raised eyebrows all around the world. It was 1960, for most people sex was something that was still hid away behind closed doors. Sex education was still left up to the parents and consisted of the traditional Birds and the Bees speech. Of course, there were those sex manuals that came in the mail disguised in a plain brown wrapper. I had read the one my uncle had in his private book collection a few years before I had my first erection, a few years before I had my first nocturnal emission, so I knew what was happening when my cock got hard and I had my first we dream. He had also had both of the Kinsey Reports, which I had read, cover to cover several times by the time I turned sixteen in the fall of 1959.

I suppose that you could say that my mother raised me as a single mother because my father died shortly after I was born. My mother never remarried but she had plenty of help raising me because we lived in a huge old farmhouse with her mother, two sisters, and two brothers. Her sisters were beautiful with curves that even their homemade farm dresses couldn't hide and her bothers were handsome but none of them ever married or even dated. Well one of her brothers, my Uncle Jack, finally married when he was in his fifties. I really didn't understand why that was until the summer of 1960 when my eyes were opened to keeping it all in the family.

It was the summer that Uncle Jack installed indoor plumbing in our home. Before that, we carried water in from a pump in the backyard and used an outhouse for a bathroom no matter what the weather was like. Yeah, you read that right, an outhouse just like the ones you've seen in all those old Westerns on TV. Even after he installed indoor plumbing we still didn't have a regular bathtub or shower, we used an old claw foot bathtub set up in one of our greenhouses all year long. The greenhouse was comfortably warm in the wintertime but like a sauna bath in the summer time. Believe it or not, we had running water in those greenhouses before we had it in the house. It was more important to have it in the greenhouses because we had to keep the plants watered and it did make filling that old bathtub easier too.

During the long, hot summers, my aunts and uncles preferred an evening swim in the creek that ran through a secluded wooded area of our farm while my mother and me shared the bathtub. There had never been anything sexual about those baths. I would get naked but my mother always wore a short, cotton petticoat. She always sat on one end of the tub while I sat on the other. She never touched me, not even after my cock started getting hard as I washed it. I always spent a lot of time washing it because I enjoyed touching it but I always stopped before I reached the point where I wouldn't be able to stop before it erupted like "Old Faithful." It might have gone on that way forever if my mother hadn't made the first move that unseasonably hot and humid June night.

We had always taken our baths in a darkened greenhouse, so I never really saw her clearly as she bathed her body. I imagine her large titties with their huge nipples showed clearly through her thin cotton petticoats as she washed them but it was always too dark for me to see them. Of course, she had never been able to me clearly either. At least we hadn't been able to see each other's bodies clearly until the 24th of June, 1960, a Friday night that I will always remember as the night my sex life changed forever.

That night, as we entered the greenhouse, she turned on the single, dim light that hung over the bathtub. As we settled down in our usual positions in the tub that night I watched as my mother's petticoat seem to disappear as it became soaked. Her long, fat nipples, surrounded by ruddy colored, saucer-size aureole, poked through the fabric like titties atop her large, firm titties. That night I watched them grow harder, fatter, and longer as she caressed them the fabric that held them captive. That night, as I started to wash my twitching cock, that night as my cock started growing hard and erect she slipped out of her petticoat.

Her eyes partially closed, her mouth partially open, she slid lower in the tub as she spread her legs wide apart. Following her lead, I slid lower in the tub too until our legs and thighs touched. My feet slid slowly up her legs and soft, sensitive inner thighs until my feet touched her hairy crotch. The water barely covered our legs and I saw clearly as she slid a finger inside her pussy to finger herself. She started moaning as her finger found her little clit.

As I felt my orgasm building up deep inside my balls, I felt her legs and thighs starting to tremble against mine. As my orgasm continued to build, she hooked my legs over her and slid up close to me in the tub. Wrapping her legs around my hips, her titties pressed into my chest as I pumped harder and faster on my throbbing shaft.

Reaching out with our free arms, we pulled our bodies tightly together as we continued to masturbate. The bloated head of my long, hard cock slipped up between her inflamed titties as my hand brushing against her quivering belly, my hand caressing the underside of her titties with each stroke. I was almost ready to shoot my wad when my mother placed her hand over mine, stopping me.

"Not yet, honey, I'm not ready. I want to feel your hot cum shooting all over my face as I cum. Let me. Just hold me."

Slowly, I felt my orgasm slipping away from me as she continued finger fucking herself. Repeatedly she brought me to the very point of climaxing only to stop until my release slipped away from me. Finally, when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, she gave my cock that final powerful stroke that sent me over the top and I started pumping out my jism, coating her face, hair, and titties.

My mother milked every last drop of cum from my softening cock and then held it in her hand, squeezing it, massaging it until it started to grow hard again. When it was standing tall again, she raised herself up and lowered herself on it.

"I'm still horny, honey. I need to cum again. I need you inside me. I need to feel a man filling me up with his hot jism. Please, honey…make me cum with that fucking cock of yours. It's been so fucking long for me…"

As she started sliding up and down on my steel like shaft, she took my face in her hands and kissed me as a woman kisses a man. Our tongues met in a fiery dance of lust. We were doing things that I had never done before, things that I had only read about, but my body seemed to know exactly what to do.

"Oh…mother, this feels so good…so much nicer than beating off in the outhouse."

"I know honey…Masturbating doesn't really satisfy me either. But now we have each other…Right?"

"Oh, yes…always…as often as you want me…"

"I was hoping that you would want me like this…Now shut up and fuck me…I'm going to cum again…"

This time we were ready at the same time and there wasn't any need to hold back. This time we came so long and hard that we both collapsed in each other's arms spent, unable to move. Finally, we washed each other's bodies before climbing out of the tub.

Slipping into our clothes, we walked hand in hand back to the house. As we stood on the porch kissing, she told me, "Until now I had no one to make love to me. My brothers and sisters have each other. Now I have you. I need you honey."

To be continued…