The Great Shower Adventure
"Keep a cool tool there, fool. I'm wise to the rise in your Levis," my mom told me. A half hour after we had two unplanned orgasms in my bathroom. She swung around when she said that and almost smacked me in the crotch with the hot skillet.
"Jesus!" I exclaimed and backed up. That was the aftermath of the first time Mom and I changed our lifestyle. The whole change took almost a year...
What had happened was too goofy to explain in any way that sounded believable. It was almost seven AM and Mom's shower wouldn't spray hot water. It had been giving her a little trouble and she meant to have it fixed fix it, but ... My mother's basic philosophy was, "If it kind of works, keep using it till it's broke all the way, then fix it."
The stupid shower had a bad mixing valve. The hot water side of the valve got plugged up a bit at a time until finally it wouldn't spray any hot water at all and Mom is not a cold shower person. The way she figured it was my shower still worked just fine and she could call the plumber later on in the day. No problem.
Like so much of her "womanly logic" she was so proud of, she didn't think things through. She neglected to tell me she was going to use my shower. Rather than wake me a couple of minutes early and tell me she needed to use my shower, she got her things ready and commandeered my bathroom.
It was like she told me later that day, "I just wanted you to get your sleep in. You looked so cute on your back with your mouth open to catch stray bugs I hated to wake you."
Anyway, my alarm went off, I got out of bed with my usual morning hard on and staggered half asleep into my bathroom. My cock never bent down worth a damn when it was hard so I had learned it was simpler and easier on my cock to piss in the shower. Hey, females have gotten grossed out at the idea of guys pissing in the shower for many years and guys just keep doing what's expedient. I knew that at fifteen I was not about to take a chance my favorite pull toy got broke or bent because I forced it down enough to make it possible to piss in the stool.
When I opened the door, Mom said, "Hey."
"I said, "Huh?" and took two steps and bounced her off my belly.
We both fell and I ended up about an inch inside her. "Eeek!" she squeaked and struggled to get up off of me and me out of her. She slipped and sat back down hard. Now I was buried up inside her as far as I could go.
"Mom?" I asked. Too much had happened too fast for my tiny teen brain to process.
She squirmed and struggled to get off me and I got off in her as a result. "Chris!" she yelled when she felt me empty myself inside her. Then she got a crinkly smile on her face and cooed, "Oh Chris."
By the time she said, "Oh Chris," I was wide awake and said, "Oh shit," and went soft.
When I came it got my mom off. They both, her orgasm and mine shocked us both. "Help me straighten my legs out, please," she told me in a prim and proper voice.
I was still in shock and automatically answered, "Okay." Her legs were cramped under me and she needed help to get untangled. I tried to help her and started to get hard again. There I was still buried in her, kind of between hard and soft.
However, all that squirming around while I was still inside her felt real good. I got all the way hard again and she felt the change. She started to get that goofy, crinkly grin again and I got scared. I was in uncharted waters and didn't know how to act.
Hey, let's face it. Guys just don't go around and lay pipe to their own mothers. I hear the Arabs and Mexicans do that shit, but us real authentic American guys don't. Well, at least none of my friends ever admitted they did the deed with their moms.
Well, Jesse Fargo did his sister Sharon regularly. I know that for a fact because I caught them at it and Sharon started to give me some too so I wouldn't tell on them. However that was the only case of incest I ever personally knew about. The three of us fooled around our whole junior year and then their family got messed up.
Any way, when Mom started to get that crinkly-lipped smile again, I felt her cum and it triggered a second orgasm for me. I strained and rose up enough so she could free her legs. I pushed and struggled and got her up in the air enough that she was able to stand.
After we got untangled, Mom got back in the shower. I waited until she had cleaned herself out and left my toilet. In the meantime, I pissed in the toilet after she and I got untangled. After all, after I got off two times in a row, my cock was soft. I showered and tried to figure out what just happened. One part of me wanted to go for a third helping and another part of me felt real queasy that it had happened in the first place.
"Am I a mother fucker?" I asked myself aloud.
"No," a voice in my head said, "It was an accident."
Then a third voice in my head said, "Once would be an accident. Twice makes the accident theory very doubtful. Then the fact I want to go again argues only the first time was an accident."
Then I remembered the expression on Mom's face when I ... no, make that we came together. Her second time wasn't much of an accident either.
"Shit! This is too much for me to handle." I showered, dried off and got dressed. Then I headed downstairs to face the music.
Mom was in the kitchen already. She looked jumpy as a flea in a hot skillet, as the saying goes. "Ah Chris," she tried to begin. Man she looked like a deer caught in the headlights and all those other metaphors thrown in as well.
"Ah ... what Mom?" I probably resembled a few metaphors as well. Then I realized all she had on was her robe and nothing else under it. My wandering mind wandered and I thought again about what happened in the shower. My teenaged hormones kicked in and my hard on returned with a vengeance.
That was when she said, "Keep a cool tool, fool. I'm wise to the rise in your Levis."
"Mom, I'm not wearing ... Oh." I realized she was trying to use a little joking in serious humor to defuse the situation before it exploded in our faces.
"From now on, you keep that thing aimed away from me. You just stay with Sharon and her brother, okay?"
"Oops." I looked down and saw that my cock stuck straight out in front of me and made a bulge in my tennis shorts. Shorts and a tee shirt were my normal school clothes. I didn't realize she knew about Sharon and her brother.
"Oh honey," Mom started. Then she began to cry.
"Mom!" I exclaimed and held her close to me. I tried to comfort her and hug her. I stroked her head and rubbed my cheek against her face. After a while she stopped crying and pushed me away.
Then another thought struck her. "You're not screwing Jesse too, are you?"
After a few seconds, she had another thought and shuddered, "He's not screwing you, is he?"
I could almost hear her thoughts right then. I believe she decided to make the supreme sacrifice and let us have a few more "shower accidents" happen if it would save me from a life of depraved homosexuality with Jesse. My pride answered before I thought things through. "Hell no, Mom."
"Oh," she said. I think she was half disappointed right then. I do believe that Mom wanted a little incest in her own life. At that time she surely wasn't getting laid otherwise. Well, not right then, anyway.
Mom was between boyfriends right then. One of her little secrets was that she also liked to be in between her boyfriends as well. My mother loved sandwiches when she was the filling. I had walked in on her a few times in my young life.
Her last two lovers were married and forgot to tell her about their wives. Somehow the wives found out, compared notes and went after Mom. By the time the smoke cleared, Mom was out of lovers. The two wives got a little turned on at the idea and began a four-way relationship that left Mom alone and with a trashed reputation.
So there we were, all embarrassed, horny and in no way willing to go for third helpings, no matter how much we both desired it. "Mom, I'm sorry. It was an accident," I told her.
Then the phone sounded and broke the moment. "Hello?" I said.
"This is Sharon. My dad caught Jesse and me in bed together. He beat up Jesse real bad and was arrested. Jesse is in the hospital and our mother won't let me go back to school until the bruises on my legs disappear."
"You want me to come over and keep you company?" Other than the sex part, I really liked Sharon.
"No Chris," she told me in a firm voice. I don't ever want you to touch me again. I only let you have some to keep you from telling my folks on us. Since they know, I don't have to let you have any, any more."
That hurt. I really liked Sharon and told her I wanted to keep being friends even if she never let me have sex with her again. "Well shit, Sharon, I thought you really liked me. I like you and well, I still want to be your friend, no matter what."
"Yeah, I like you too, Chris. The thing is I want to save it all for Jesse and maybe have his baby. If you're around it kind of spoils things for us. Okay? Mother has been acting real funny around us this morning." She sounded like she meant it so I agreed. Then I thought about what Sharon said about how her mother was acting "real funny" and wondered if maybe...
When I hung up, Mom saw my sad face and asked me, "What happened? Is everything all right?"
"No, Sharon and Jesse just dumped me. Their dad beat them up and was arrested. Sharon wants to only be with Jesse right now. Shit, but I feel lousy right now."
.... There is more of this story ...