Chapter 13
Mom and I didn't get another opportunity to have sex for about one week.
Dad spent some more time around the house, and that made both of us jumpy. I could remember a time when mom would complain like hell over the fact that he wasn't spending more time at home. Now she had not only reconciled herself to the fact that he would be spending a lot of time out. She actually wanted him to. She was hoping that we would have the coast to ourselves more often.
Needless to say, what with the old man around, I didn't have much of a chance to even talk with Mary, much less go to bed with her. She knew that there was no chance, so she went out on dates with other guys. That bugged the hell out of me. I wanted to be in their place.
Several times I talked to her about it, when the old man wasn't around. She told me that she would only have sex with me under very special conditions.
"I got carried away the other time because I was so horny," she pointed out.
"I gave you a good fuck, didn't I?"
"You gave me a very good one, darling. But I'm a little afraid about getting carried away. You see, you're a very attractive young man. I wouldn't want to go through life with a hang-up like that. Wanting to go to bed with my brother all the time."
I figured that it was futile to argue the point with her, so I didn't say anything. I knew mom didn't have a hang-up of that nature, and she wasn't going out at all. She was just waiting for the chance to get involved in sex with me again.
One night the old man went out. I had a feeling that something was going to happen.
I was as nervous as a cat, but I just sat around doing my homework. At least I tried to do it. I never had much success at it. Particularly when I was horny.
At one point I thought I heard mom calling out to me. I wondered if perhaps my own desires weren't making me imagine things. There was only one way to find out, and that was by investigating.
I slammed the book shut that I had been trying to concentrate on, then walked toward the bathroom, which was where the sounds were coming from.
"Did you say something to me, mom?" I asked. "It sounded like somebody was calling out"
"I certainly was, dear. Were you in your room."
"Yes, I was."
"Well, the opportunity that we've been waiting for, for several days is here. How would you like to take advantage of it?"
"That sounds very good."
"That's fine. I'll tell you what. You just take off your clothes, then come in here."
"Are you in the tub?" I asked, believing that I had detected the sound of water hitting her body.
"I certainly am. I want you to run some soap over me That'll get me real excited. It'll get you excited, too. As a matter-of-fact, once that you soap me down, I guess maybe I'll do the same thing for you."
Just hearing her talk that way was enough to get my cock hard. I looked down at my huge erection and knew that I would soon be making the big hit with mom.
"I'll be right in in a second," I said happily, scurrying back to my room.
I must have set some kind of speed record in taking off my clothes. Anyhow, I got them off quickly, and as I removed everything, I felt impelled to practically run into the bathroom.
I walked swiftly toward the door, opening it and stepping into the bathroom.
"Do I look sexy?" mom asked laughingly.
She was gleefully splashing water around as she lay there in the tub, letting her legs dangle over the edges of it.
"Those legs of yours couldn't look better," I said. "Of course you look sexy."
"I'm glad to hear that. I thought that it might be nice for us to try something a little different. like fucking in the tub."
"You really want to make it here?"
"Let's at least think about it. I'll tell you what. How about you just starting o move your fingers around. We'll see just how far we want to carry things."
"I'll say one thing about you, mom. You never stop thinking."
"Not when it comes to sex."
"It's good to be creative, I guess."
"Hell, yes. I hate these people who are unimaginative when they fuck. I mean, it's just spreading your legs, seeing a cock shoved in your slit, and that's it. With us we do all kinds of wonderful things. Isn't that so."
"That's right."
"Climb into the tub, honey. I'd like for you to take that fresh bar of soap over there and run it up and down my back. I want you to massage me with a little soap. That'll make me feel so good."
A big grin flashed on my face. I really liked the idea of giving mom that kind of attention. Believe it or not I don't think I would ever have thought about making it with her in the tub. It wasn't really that far-fetched an idea. It's just that I guess I had a stereotyped image in my mind of having to fuck in bed. You don't have to. You can fuck anywhere. At least I could.
When I climbed into the tub, I picked up the bar of soap, which was resting next to the tub.
I sat behind mom, spreading my legs, enjoying the fact that she was pressed between my legs.
I moved the soap up and down her back. I loved touching her skin, and knew that she was getting delightful sensations from my movements.
"How do you like that?" I asked. "That feels downright super, honey. Oh, I feel so good. You're doing such a good job with that soap. You're really running it up and down my back. Do it even faster."
The longer I let the slick soap bar move up and down mom's back, the quicker that my movements became. She would lie there and gasp, enjoying the stabs. I knew I was doing a convincing job on her. I recognized, too, that the more convincing the job I did, the hotter she would get and the more eager she would become concerning the prospect of a good hot fuck.
"You're really moving the soap," she said. "But I wish you'd switch the action now. Move it over my tits. Won't that be great, letting the soap clash with my hot breasts?"
"That will be fun," I laughed. "You really are something, mom. I never thought you would have gone down on Mary, but you did. She's got hang-ups about it, unfortunately. And she's got hang-ups about the fuck she had with me."
"I know, the poor dear. Well, she's a very young girl. Of course she's older than you. But, then again, you're so mature, the way that you accept these things. You've really been wonderful to me, honey. Now just work that soap around my tits. Start out with my left one. Really go to work, baby."
With great pleasure I followed her request. I got the soap working, manipulating it over her left tit. Busily I kept up my movements, watching with great delight as she smiled contentedly, nodding her head with great appreciation.
"That's what I call action," she said. "You're really moving the soap, baby. Oh, push it against my tit. Doesn't it feel good? "
"You've got such nice ripe, firm breasts. They're fantastic."
"Of course they are. They're just made to finger or run something over, aren't they?"
"Yes, you've got such a beautiful body. Oh, the excitement is really flowing. You can feel it in the air. You can feel the sex currents, can't you?"
"You really can. Now move the soap over to my right tit. I want you to give me some good action there, honey. I want it, baby. I really want it from you. You're just perfect, honey. Oh, are you ever good."
When I moved the soap over to her right breast, manipulating it briskly, she enjoyed the luxurious movements. I was moving it in a lot speedier fashion than I had over her left breast.
"Keep the soap going," she said excitedly. "Oh, my dear. That's good. You know, my pussy is really heating up now. Oh, you're really accomplishing something. You can take it away now."
As I removed the soap from her right tit, she splashed her body beneath the water. My cock hardened a little more as I observed the sexy sight of her beautiful body submerged in the water.
Once she lifted it, it was completely rinsed.
"Now play with my pussy," she said. "Soap it down, honey. There's nothing like getting a little bit of wonderful action for your cunt."
"I don't blame you for asking for it," I laughed. "I'll give it to you, honey. I'll give you more than you bargained for."
"I'll just bet that you will," she smiled. "Oh, yes, love. You know what I like."
With burning desire I continued to work the soap on her snatch. I wanted to work quickly, to get her as excited as could be.
From the very beginning my movements bore fruit. She kicked her legs in the water, laughing girlishly, splashing water all over the place.
"It's great to let yourself go," she said. "Oh, keep the soap moving, baby, keep manipulating it over my mound. Ah, that I like. You're something, honey. Oh, you can't beat this kind of movement."
I continued to set a blistering pace with the soap, allowing it to constantly plunge against her mound. All the while the intensity that she felt became more pronounced. Mom kept kicking at the water, enjoying everything that was happening to her.
Naturally her excitement was transferred to me as I kept on with my movements.
"You can turn the soap loose," she finally said. "There's only so much excitement that a girl can take, honey. I've certainly had my quota and more."
I released the soap from her cunt, watching as mom splashed once more in the water, rinsing off her pussy.
"Ah, now I want to soap down your prick," she said.
I lay down in the water and watched as mom rose slowly, picking up the soap bar.
"This looks like a hell of a lot of fun," I laughed, splashing a little water with my feet.
"It sure as hell is. Just wait until I finish soaping down your dick. You're gonna want to juice with it."
"I want to do that right now."
"You're gonna feel even more like it by the time I get through."
"You know all the ropes," I laughed.
I watched as mom picked up the soap, then began to manipulate it up and down my hard pecker.
"That's very nice," I nodded. "Yes, oh, keep the soap moving. I really like it. Work it over my cock, baby. Ah, yes, you're good at it What you said was true. You can't beat it. You just can't. There's too much sensation there."
My whole body quivered as she kept up her exploratory movements, running the bar of soap up and down the full length of my thoroughly aroused pecker.
"Just a few more strokes," I told her, "Oh, put that soap to work, baby. You're really doing a swell job for me. Oh, keep it going."
Mom worked the soap at the quickest possible pace, letting it explore my hot penis with sharp, blistering strides.
"You'd better stop now," I said, "or I'll have to juice."
Mom smilingly withdrew the soap from my cock, then leaned over and kissed my lips.
She has succeeded in her objective. She had made me so hot that I didn't know what to do. Or, come to think of it, I did know what to do. I wanted to fuck.