1. Sharing a shower with Mom


    Date: 5/30/2017, Categories: Fiction, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Incest, Author: SquattingEagle, Rating: 94.1, Source: sexstories.com

    her gaze. She smiled at me, radiating with maternal pride. “Don’t be shy Val, you have a great body! You really should show it off some more” she said. “Remind me to get something nice for you when we go shopping. What size are you now?” “32B” I murmured, embarrassed by her praise. “I’ll buy you the blackest and skimpiest bikini they have. It’ll make all the boys go crazy” “You don’t have to buy me anything, I like the bathing suit I have” I objected, knowing it would be pointless. “Come on, you’ll love it. It’s fun to tease the boys.” She grinned. “Maybe” I said, hoping she would forget about it. Trying to steer the conversation in a different direction, I asked her for the shampoo, claiming I wanted to wash my hair before the water ran out. Instead of handing me the bottle, mom turned me around again and pulled the elastic band from my hair. “Let me wash your hair for you honey, and then you can do me later, okay?” “Okay,” I said, glad my attempt was successful. Mom began to massage the shampoo into my wet hair. I thought it was actually quite nice; maybe sharing a shower wasn’t so unpleasant after all. “I haven’t done this since you broke your wrist, remember?” mom began talking again and we chatted while she washed my hair and proceeded to rinse out the shampoo. But as she applied the conditioner, something disturbing caught my eye. A ray of light shone in through a hole in one of the walls that divided the shower stalls. It was a round hole of about two inches wide and ...
    three feet off the ground. It was as if there once had been a sink on the wall, but they never covered up the hole. “Mom, look! There’s a hole in the wall” I said to mom, pointing at it. Mom’s eyes grew wide and a smile formed on her lips. “Oh my!” She gasped, “I haven’t seen one of those for years! Do you know what kind of hole that is?” “Is it an old drain hole?” I asked. “No, it’s a lot more fun than that” “Is it… a peephole?” “Sort of. It’s called a gloryhole, can you see what’s on the other side of the wall?” I got on my knees and peered through the hole. What I saw was a cubicle, much like this one. “It’s another shower stall” “I bet you one hundred dollar it’s the men’s shower you’re looking at” mom said. “Is there anyone in there?” “No, it’s empty” I replied relieved. “That’s too bad. I used to have great fun with those holes when I was your age. Now come here, so you can wash my hair before the hot water runs out again. Just keep an eye on the hole, maybe we can have some fun later.” She handed me the shampoo and turned her back to me. Like she had done for me, I applied the shampoo and massaged it into in a thick lather. Mom was moaning softly, obviously enjoying the treatment I gave her. I was hoping we were still the only ones in the bath house, as the noises would surely give the wrong impression of what was going on in the stall. Even I was a little disturbed by her reaction. I knew how freely she expressed her sexuality, but was she deliberately pushing her butt ...
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