extrem incest

My son Steve was fourteen years old and was a real hero for me after my
accident. I burned both hands trying to put out a kitchen fire. Not only
did he finish putting the fire out, but took care of me while my hands
healed. I needed to wear bandages and special gloves which I couldn’t get
wet.

The worst problem was doing little things, like buttoning blouses, dialing
the phone, and bathing. Oversized sweat suits, Velcro shoes and a new
phone solved some difficulties. I’m quite conservative, not one to go

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without a brassiere. When I went out in public, I still needed Steve to
clip my brassiere, much to his embarrassment. His only regret was that he
was not old enough to use this as excuse to drive to the Food-n-Fast.

Bathing was a problem. I need to be clean, and standing under the shower,
holding my hands over my head didn’t do it. Drying off was problem too. I
could wrap the towel around my hands and dry most of myself but not my
back or hair.

I recruited Steve to come into the bathroom and dry me. I stood with my
back to him, holding a towel in front of me to provide some modesty. He
dried my back quickly but had trouble drying my bottom. The act of rubbing
a towel down my crack and between my legs was almost too much for him. I’m
sure he got glimpse of my breasts under the towel, although with my B-cup
figure, they are easy to hide if I try.

My breasts aren’t large but most of the guys in my life have enjoyed them,
especially the nipples.Younger boys like the feel of the breasts but men
like to suck on the large nipples.

He dried me on several occasions over the next week or so and each time he
was more relaxed. I still needed a good scrubbing with soap but couldn’t
get my hands wet. I occurred to me that he had already seen me naked from
the back so maybe he could wash my back in the shower. The next time I
showered I stood with my back exposed out the shower door and asked him to
soap and wash it. He did a great job, even washing my bottom, but not into
the crack. It didn’t bother him too much and he continued down, washing my
legs without me asking. We made quite a mess, water and soap all over the
bathroom floor.

The next weekend I wanted to shampoo my hair. My figure isn’t bad but my
shoulder length shiny black hair does standout. I decided to have Steve do
it under the shower. I told him I wanted a shampoo and how he could do it.
He hesitated but I explained “I’ll stand under the shower, with my back to
you. I promise not to look at you. You just stand behind me and shampoo my
hair.” He’s was almost as tall as I am, so it would be easy.

After I got in the shower, he came into the bathroom to get undressed. I
could see through a clear spot in the frosted pattern on the doors and saw
he had an erection. It was so cute. Not very big around but longer than I
would have guessed. He had a little hair around it. He opened the shower
door and I turned away from him, enjoying the hot water flowing over my
breasts and down my stomach. He as a little tentative at first but he soon

got the lather started. The shower wasn’t very big and I was worried about
falling as he worked up a lather. To brace myself I leaned against the end
wall. This forced him to stand a little closer and I could feel the tip of
his penis touch my bottom once. He immediately stood back.

He was about to get out when I told him that he needed to shampoo it
twice. I said “Why don’t you wash the rest of me, then I’ll rinse this out
and you can shampoo it again.” I had forgotten the wash cloth. “Just use
soap on your hand.” I said. He began washing me as he had done through the
open door. He avoided my crack and washed down one leg, and up the other.
When he got back up to my bottom, I spread my legs what little I could in
the shower. “Can you do a little better job back there?” He complained a
little but rubbed his hand up the crack, rinsing it when he finished. I
told him “I don’t know how many times I wiped your butt. When you’re grown
and have a baby, you’ll clean up a lot worse things than that.”

He said “OK, OK, whatever you want.”

I laughed “You’re doing fine. You don’t mind that much do you?”

He said it was “OK”.

“Now” I said, “Do you want to reach around me to wash my front, or should
I close my eyes and turn around?” You should have heard him sputter, not
knowing which was worse.

“Stay like that!” he blurted. I couldn’t help but laugh to myself. If I
had turned around, I’m sure I would have seen one very erect penis.

I stood with my hands out of the spray. He began by reaching around with
one hand and soaping my stomach. He was very nervous and couldn’t go any
higher or lower. I finally said “Hurry and and wash the rest of me. We’ll
run out of hot water.” He quickly did a once over, soaping my breasts and
upper chest. As he did, I felt his penis again touch me. “You can do
better than that. They don’t bite.” He finally overcame his reluctance and
washed me more slowly, gliding his hand over my soapy breast. I think he
even rubbed the nipple a little extra. When I didn’t say anything he
continued, and switched hands and even played a little with other nipple.
His penis brushed my butt several times.

He finished with the breasts and rewashed my stomach, working his way
down. When he got to my pubic hair, I said “Lots of soap there please.” My
pubic hair is thick and black. I don’t wear a bikini so I don’t shave
above my legs. He rubbed the bar of soap on the hair and I said “Scrub it
well.” I was getting hot. It had been years since I showered with anyone.
He had one hand on my hip as the other washed my pussy. As his hand went
deeper between my legs, I re-spread my legs, opening myself to him and
said “You’re doing a good job. Use some more soap. Rub it in well.” It had
been weeks since I had diddled myself to orgasm. I could feel his hand
rubbing over the outside of my pussy, touching the inner labia where they
hung below the outer lips. It was like an electric shock as two fingers
slipped within my pussy slit and slid over and back up lightly brushing my

clit. Not thinking, I said “Deeper” as his fingers explored the outer
edges of my vagina. His finger pushed in. A rush came and I couldn’t stop
my heavy sigh of “Ohhhh”. I was not in control and my legs shook, forcing
me to press them together. My shutter scared him and he quickly pulled his
hand out and switched to washing my legs.

I put my head under the shower and rinsed, catching my breath. My son had
actually given me an orgasm! How badly did I scare him? “OK. Do my hair
once more with shampoo.” He did so with relief, and with some expertise
this time. I rinsed again and asked him to grab the bottle of conditioner.
“This needs to be worked in very well, evenly.” I instructed. “Better use
both hands.” I leaned against the wall again, this time further over. He
stood behind me leaning over my back, massaging in the conditioner. His
penis touched my bottom several times. I could tell that it was erect. He
didn’t seem upset when it rubbed against my soapy butt.

“Do the front of my head more, the bangs.” I said, lowering my head a bit.
As he reached up I pushed my bottom back against him. He moved back a
little and stopped. I could feel his penis laying against my bottom. “Its
OK, you can lean against me if you want to.” He moved to work in more
conditioner and I could feel more of him against my back. His stomach
touched my back. I wiggled my butt a little and his erection slipped into
the soapy crack of my butt. He left it there, his balls occasionally
touching the bottom of my butt.. “Rub it in well.” I said, not thinking
about the conditioner.

He leaned into me further, with his pelvis tight against my bottom. I

gently rocked my hips up and down, sliding his erection along my crack. He
massaged my scalp slowed as I rocked. I rocked faster, squeezing my crack
around his penis as I did. His hands stopped and he put one on my
shoulder. His hips were moving in unison with mine now. His hand tensed on
my shoulder. The other came down and wrapped around my waist, pulling me
to him. His hip were moving faster now, thrusting the erection up my crack
with greater force. As his tension grew, it came in tiny shivers, shaking
his body and quivering his hands until suddenly I could feel his release
and hear his “Oh Oh Oh” as his hot cum spurted over and over up my back.

Both arms wrapped around me and his head lay on my back. I could hear his
panting. He was still hard. I let him rest like that for a minute before
speaking. “Bend your knees a little.” He did and his penis moved down
between my legs, I opened my legs and rocked my hips forward. The tip came
up into the folds of my pussy. I wiggled and rocked my hips again. He
didn’t need any more. He thrush his pelvis forward, his cock penetrating
me. We both started rocking again as he drove his penis deeper into my
vagina. His balls slapped against me. Oh I wanted to reach down with my
hand. He moved his hands, one to my breast, the other rubbing me in the
pubic hair. I whispered over my shoulder “Rub lower.” He did, lowering his
hand and rubbing two fingers in my pussy as he did before. When he brushed
my clit, I told him “Right there, lightly.” And then “Faster now.” Soon
the rush came and my body shook again.

I don’t know if he came a second time. He was holding me tight, his hips
pumping double time. In this position, only half of his penis could enter
me but I’m sure that was enough for him. I could feel the ridge around the
tip slipping in and out of me as he thrust. It made almost a popping

sound. When he stopped, I asked “Do you think I can turn around now?” Not
waiting for a reply, I did and hugged him tight, pressing my breasts to
him as his penis pressed against me. I said “I do love you.”

He said “Me too.” He’s so eloquent. The hot water ran out, chasing us out
of the shower.

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