Chapter 5: Bathing Together. 7 Month Left

After a while, the ice melted and Nancy was no longer shy about bringing home bags of different things, she spent her money freely. Who would have thought that his Mom was just a shopaholic?

“Where’d you get the money, Mom?” asked Jack, examining the azure dress on the table.

“I’m a busy working woman, Jack. Don’t ask silly questions. Your mom works hard. Please be careful with the dress; it’s my favorite color.” She gently took the dress from him.

“Fine,” Jack replied languidly, rubbing the back of his head.

“It’s a lovely dress, Mom. I wonder how it will look on you,” Dan stood in the corner, watching the scene. He fidgeted, biting his fingernails.

“Thanks ... Danny,” replied Nancy discreetly. “And quit biting your nails. You know I can still discipline you, just like I did when you were a kid.”

“Sorry,” said Danny. Memories flooded back to him of the times when his mother would make him endure her tedious melodramatic shows as punishment.

“By the way, Mom, do you want to watch one of your shows together tonight?” asked Jack.

“Didn’t you fall asleep last time, dear?” she adjusted her dress, gently smoothing it over her curvaceous figure, with a playful sway of her boobs. “We’ll see, honey. If I won’t be busy today,” she said as she affectionately kissed Jack on the cheek. He grinned and headed out of the room.

As she reclined in her chair, her posture inviting an air of relaxation, he couldn’t help but shift his thoughts to the second step.

“Step 2: Cultivate a regular connection between your bodies.”

Drawing nearer, Dan extended his gentle assistance, guiding her to a more comfortable position and tenderly working his fingers into her weary back. “You don’t mind?”

“No, not at all,” she replied, feeling his strong hands giving her a soothing massage through her dress.

“You must be quite exhausted,” he softly touched her shoulders, trailed his hands down her back, and then gently moved along her neck, lightly gliding his hands forward without making contact with her boobs.

“Mmmm, sweetie,” she whispered sensually, savoring her son’s massage. “I’m still mad at you, Danny.”

“I see you don’t mind using money we got, Mom. What if I told you we can get more?”

“No more kissing!” she said. “You hear me? I will not be featured in any of your ... vile videos.”

“No more kissing, Mom. I swear. But there is other stuff. I didn’t say it, but this platform is exploring the mother-son relationship.”

“It’s a very strange way of exploring that relationship by making us kiss.”

“I am not the one who makes the rules. So it’s about how important the relationship between mother and son is and how there can be no red lines in that relationship.”

“No red lines? I’m pretty sure there are a lot of red lines,” Nancy gazed at her recent purchases, her fingers tracing the elegant fabrics and intricate patterns. The warmth of the shopping bags in her hands provided a stark contrast to the slight chill in her heart. She let out a deep sigh. “What kind of video do we need to make this time, Danny?”

“Nothing you haven’t done before, Mom. Can you just ... wash me?” Nancy raised an eyebrow. “Wash you?”

“Well, yeah. Or are you squeamish? I understand if you’re not.”

Her initial apprehension gave way to a perplexed curiosity. “No, of course, I’m not ... Are you going to videotape us? Aren’t you afraid of getting your body on camera?”

“No, Mom. It won’t show anything. Just think about the money.”

Nancy couldn’t help but shake her head in disbelief, still trying to wrap her mind around the unusual request. “It’s too weird. Why would they want a video of me washing you, Danny? What’s even the point? How is that exploring, as you said, a mother-son relationship, dear?”

Dan just shrugged. “At least we’ll get the money.”

Nancy pondered the proposition, her gaze drifting back to the beautiful dresses she had just acquired. She could almost feel the weight of the bills she could earn. “I don’t know.”

With an encouraging smile, Danny pressed on. “Come on, Mom. We are not doing anything bad.”

She was quiet, looking at her new dresses. “Just one video, and that’s the limit— no more. We’re doing this solely because we still have a pending house payment.”

Dan responded with a nod. “Today, while Jack is out.” “As you say, Director,” she replied obediently.

He stood before the expansive mirror, draped in a pristine towel.

“What have I gotten myself into?” he wondered aloud.

At that moment, Nancy entered the bathroom. “Let’s get this done.”

The camera was ready.

As the warm water cascaded from the showerhead, filling the bathroom with a comforting hiss, she prepared the towels and soap. She adorned herself in an ethereal dress with a subtly neckline that left just enough to the imagination. She had a long, graceful neck that framed a pair of beautiful, full lips, her tan legs had a golden glow that made her look incredibly sexy.

“Let’s start,” she blushed slightly and Dan toweled off. She swallowed, examining his youthfully muscled body.

Nancy began to wet a soft sponge and gently ran it over Dan’s muscles, her touch both gentle and nurturing. She slowly worked her way from his broad shoulders down to his arms. Her hands moved with familiarity, knowing the contours of Daniel’s body almost as well as her own. As she lathered soap onto the sponge, Nancy took care to cleanse her son’s skin, the scent of soap mingling with the steamy air.

She gently ran the washcloth between his legs, gently running it over his cock. He watched in fascination, remembering jerking his cock over her panties and the photo. Now she was basically touching his cock.

“Oh, no. I shouldn’t get too much excited,” he made sure his cock didn’t get hard.

The room seemed to fill with peacefulness as Nancy washed Dan’s back, each stroke reminding her of the years that had passed since she last performed this motherly duty.

She gently wiped him with the towel, starting at his torso, going lower, lower, lower, running it over his groin and legs. Her fingers touched through the towel to his skin, and his cock straightened abruptly finding itself level with Nancy’s head.

“Oh,” she gasped, seeing his semi-erected dick.

“Sorry, Mom,” he whispered, his voice barely more than a breath.

“It’s okay,” she reassured him with a comforting smile. She continued to wipe his body with an expert gentleness.

“I think that’s it,” she eventually announced, her fingers slowing down as she finished her ministrations.

He covered himself with the towel, as she stood up with intent to leave. “Yes, that’s it. Thank you, Mom.”

“Was glad to help,” she stepped out of the room quietly, leaving him to gather his thoughts and appreciate the warmth that had enveloped him. As the door closed behind her, he couldn’t help but think, “Well, that seemed to go well. I almost made her to touch my cock. Damn, it would be amazing,” Dan felt a sense of closeness with his mother that transcended mere words.”Now I need to make her really touch my dick.”

“What do you mean the camera wasn’t recording?” Nancy’s frustration was palpable as she stood in the living room, her deep, beautiful neckline adorned with a new, recently bought exquisite home dress.

“It didn’t, mom. I don’t know what happened. I’m really sorry.”

Nancy couldn’t believe what she was hearing. She extended her arms out to her sides in exasperation, the fabric of her new dress draping gracefully as she gesticulated. “Gosh, Danny,” she sighed. “You had one job – to set up the camera and start recording. And you couldn’t do it?”

“I’m telling you, it’s a problem with the camera. It was working fine earlier.”

Unimpressed, Nancy let out a deep sigh, her disappointment evident. “Anyway, I’m busy tonight. We’re supposed to watch TV with Jack. I’m sorry, Danny. I’ve had enough. We’ll have to make do with the money we already have. Forget about our deal.”

She walked out and Dan sat back in his chair, brooding. “I have an idea.”

He nervously nibbled on his nails as he made his way to the kitchen, clutching a small gift wrapped in paper. As he entered the kitchen, Nancy was making dinner, her hair neatly tied up in a bun, wearing snug-fitting jeans and a light t-shirt that accentuated her generous curves.

“Danny, please don’t put your fingers in your mouth, and try to stop biting your nails. Don’t make me punish you again.”