Wes Powell peeked down the hallway to make sure the coast was clear. The porn magazine was tucked into the back of his pants, with his shirt pulled down, concealing it completely. It was time to move.
He darted down the hallway and into the bathroom, shutting the door quietly behind him. He only had a few short minutes to do what needed to be done before his mother would get suspicious. After locking the door, Wes laid the magazine out on the floor in front of the toilet and grabbed a bottle of lotion from underneath the sink.
His balls were so full he was amazed he hadn’t burst yet. Kris Powell did not tolerate masturbation in her home, and the moment she knew her son was in a locked bathroom alone, Wes was going to have hell to pay. He quickly stripped naked and took a seat on the toilet. Working quickly, he flipped through the pages of the magazine; opening to a photo of a stunning large breasted blonde lying by a poolside. Carefully, he studied the form of the blonde’s naked body, memorizing every curve should he never see this photo again.
The blonde’s artificially enhanced chest teased him, tempting him to give in and do the one thing his mother forbade. Wes’ penis swelled, and grew to its full length and height while he imagined what perverted things he wanted to do to her body.
He pumped some lotion into his hand, and lubed up his swollen member. The cut on his shaft was nearly healed, and he knew his mother would be wanting to give him another fresh one soon, as she so frequently did to discourage this type of behavior.
Wes pumped his fist up and down, stroking his erect penis again and again. Pleasure overtook his body, pleasure that had been held out of his reach for far too long. His breathing quickened, his moaning grew more and more intense. He only needed a few more minutes, just a few more and he would explode liquid pleasure into his hand.
And then he heard the doorknob twist.
“Why is this door locked? Wes? Are you in there?” his mother demanded.
“Uh, yeah! Just taking a shower, Mom!” Wes shouted.
“You don’t take showers with the door closed! We talked about this!”
“Sorry! I’ll open it now!”
Frantically, Wes wiped his lotion-covered hand on his thigh, and tucked the porn magazine under a stack of folded towels in the linen cabinet.
“You’d better not be doing what I think you’re doing!”
“No Mom, I told you, I’m taking a shower!” Wes grabbed a bath towel and wrapped it around his waist.
“OPEN THE DOOR NOW!” Kris demanded.
Wes quickly unlocked the door and found himself face-to-face with his fuming mother. She immediately pulled the towel from his waist and grabbed his penis with her fingers. She recoiled at the feel of the greasy lotion that covered his still-erect member.
“You were masturbating! Damn it, Wes, what do I have to do to get through to you? I hold off on cutting you for a little bit, thinking you’ve earned a little trust, and you’re jacking off the second I turn my back!”
“Mom, it’s not fair!” Wes screamed. “Jennifer sells naked pictures of herself on the Internet, why can’t I jack off?”
Kris folded her arms. “I’m NOT having this discussion with you again. Your sister is making good money doing what she does. All you’re doing is being a disgusting pervert!”
“No buts! Now, since you obviously can’t be trusted to be alone with your penis, I think you and I will be showering together from now on!”
“WHAT?” Wes exclaimed.
“I think that’s an excellent idea.” Kris immediately removed her shirt and tossed it on the floor next to Wes’ clothes.
“Start the water and get it. I’ll be right behind you.” Kris unclasped her bra and her son winced at the sight of his mother’s naked breasts.
“Mom, don’t do this, it’s-”
“It’s what?” Kris asked, unzipping her jeans. She seemed genuinely perplexed by her son’s misgivings about showering with her. She looked at him as though she were expecting a response as she slid her jeans down. She was wearing a pink thong underneath; Wes was fairly certain he’d purchased that very thong himself a few weeks earlier when his mother had sent him to the store to buy panties for his sister and her.
“It’s- oh forget it!” Wes said, realizing the longer he tried to think of an answer, the more clothes his mother was going to take off in front of him.
Quickly, he turned around, and scampered towards the shower. If his mother was going to do this, if she was really going to get into the shower with him completely naked, he was going to have to figure out how to shower with his eyes closed.
He cranked the shower on and got in before even checking if it was warm. The cold water was a shock, but not as much of a shock as when the curtain suddenly yanked open revealing his fully naked mother waiting to enter. He took a step back and she promptly entered. The tub wasn’t large; there was barely enough space for the two of them, and as they proceeded to wash, their bodies bumped into one another quite frequently.
Wes shut his eyes, but it was far too late. There were many things he’d learned just now that he didn’t want to ever know. He didn’t want to know that his mother had tits nice enough that had he not known they were hers, he would have masturbated to them. He didn’t want to know that her trips to the spa apparently included Brazilian waxes. He didn’t want to know that her trips to the tanning salon were done in just a thong, as evidenced by the tan lines around her private area but not her breasts or butt cheeks.
He clenched his eyes shut and faced away from her; trying to block this moment from his memory.
“Wes! Get washing. I expect you to get out when I’m done.”
“Okay, okay.” Wes squirted some shampoo into his palm and proceeded to wash his hair. His mother grabbed a bar of soap and lathered up her palms.
“I’ll be washing your privates. So you’re not tempted to spend more time than necessary cleaning that area.” She grabbed his penis and scrubbed it with one hand, making Wes wince. She lifted his penis up and with her other hand grabbed his balls. He squealed as she fiercely scrubbed his scrotum before abruptly releasing it.
“There. All clean. See, it doesn’t take ten minutes to wash that.”
Wes sighed. He wanted nothing more than to stroke his penis to eruption, but his mother seemed determined to ruin even the idea of sexual release for him. She took the shampoo and lathered up her hair while Wes washed the rest of his body.
“Wes, be a dear and wash my breasts for me,” she said, scrubbing her hair.
“What? Why?” he asked incredulously.
She opened her eyes and looked at him. “Because it will make it easier for us to shower together if we help each other. Now come on. These boobs fed you, the least you can do is wash them for me.”
Wes groaned. Somehow he actually felt this was a worse punishment than having her wash his penis. Begrudgingly, he lathered up his hands and planted them on his mother’s breasts.
“Wash them,” she urged.
Wes rubbed the soapy liquid across her mounds, feeling the bump of her nipples against his palms as he did. Kris moaned, and Wes shifted uncomfortably. He was uncomfortable, because of what he could never in a million years admit.
His mom had great tits.
They felt good under his grasp, and he enjoyed the feel of them. He washed them thoroughly, then rinsed his hands and wiped away the soap from both her breasts and her belly.
Kris proceeded to lift her leg and rest her foot on the tub ledge. Without saying a word, Wes washed her thigh with both hands, before continuing down to clean her entire leg. She set it down and raised her other leg and Wes washed it as well. He didn’t wash her nether regions, but she didn’t seem to expect it. He breathed a sigh of relief when she washed it herself, and he finished cleaning his own body before Kris shut off the water.
To his horror, Wes realized as his mother was getting out of the tub that his erection had returned in full force. He glanced at her to see if she noticed, but all he noticed was her dripping wet naked body and his cock throbbed even more. Cheeks flushed, he stepped out of the tub sideways and kept his back to his mother while he grabbed a towel.
She eyed him suspiciously as he dried himself off, noting that he was keeping his private area covered. She yanked the towel away.
“Wesley! Why do you have an erection?”
Wes had no idea how he should answer that question.
“Were you touching yourself with me standing right next to you?”
Wes frantically shook his head, hoping against hope she didn’t realize he’d gotten aroused by his own mother’s body.
“All right, that’s it, OVER MY KNEE!” she demanded.
Kris sat on the tub’s edge and yanked her son over her lap. Before he could muster a reaction she smacked his bottom with her palm once, twice, three times, making him holler in pain. His still erect penis hung right between her thighs, and he noted that each time she smacked his bottom his penis rubbed slightly against one of her inner thighs or the other.
“I’m sorry, Mom!” Wes yelled half-halfheartedly. He couldn’t admit to her that he didn’t want to move; the feel of her mother’s thighs was the most stimulating touch his penis had gotten in weeks.
“You will be sorry!” she yelled, spanking him again. “You will stop masturbating! I mean it! Never again!”
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