Chapter 5

They ate again later that evening, downing a rich and hearty stew with green salad and a chocolate cake. Fucking made a guy hungry, Jerry thought, more relaxed in this new and sexy intimacy with his mother. He didn't try to keep his eyes off her lush body as she moved about the kitchen. She wore her dressing gown open down the front which made her more appealing than if she was entirely naked. He could see her fine tits peeping their tips from the robe, and caught glimpses of the sunshine fluff of her mound, the flash of a burnished thigh. And always, she moved with that eye-catching grace, that captivating rhythm of her flesh that called attention to what she was--an eminently desirable and available sexpot.

Angela seemed to exude an aura of sensuality; there was a feel about her that murmured: here I am; I'm ready and willing, so come on and fuck me. No wonder every guy Jerry knew always turned their heads to watch his mom cross a room, and he kind of pitied them for not ever having known the sublime thrill of fitting themselves between her long and serpentine legs.

He helped her tidy up the kitchen, eager to stay close to that marvelously fluid body, for the moment content to breathe in the special musk of her, knowing that he could reach out and caress the cheek of her shapely ass any time he wanted, that she would not deny him the fondling of a ripe, round breast. It was arousing for Jerry to simply know that, to know she was open for him, and that he turned her on as much as she did him.

She turned to him, her eyes sliding over him and focusing upon his crotch, where his shaft dangled. "Would you like to take a bath with me?"

Jerry grinned. "Would I? That's something else I was always trying to do--get a look at you naked in the bathroom. I used to peep through the keyhole, when dad was out on the road, just to see a little flash of your thigh or something. I never really got to see much, but it always gave me a hard-on, anyhow."

"And I never suspected," Angela said, taking his hand. "If I had, maybe I would have put on a real show for you. I guess I have a strong exhibitionistic streak; I'm proud of my body and the things it can do for me and for others, so I like to show it off."

Her plush thigh kept brushing his as she led him to the master bathroom, that previously private sanctum for herself and her husband. Jerry had often slipped into it when they were gone, stimulating himself by sniffing the perfume of his mom's body that lingered there, by touching a towel damp from blotting that lovely flesh. Once he had gotten down on his knees to lay his cheek against the seat of the toilet, filled with bliss to be touching a place that had been privileged to cup the twin delights of that superb ass. That turned him on so much that he'd jacked off into the bowl, his eyes closed and his body taut with a racing, unreadable wildfire of passion. Now his mother was leading him into her private place, and Jerry's cock was swelling in expectation.

She dropped her robe, and the sweet golden flesh glistened as Angela bent to turn on the shower knobs. "I always wanted to have a Japanese style tub built here," she said, "one where two people could get deep into hot, soapy water and fuck. But Mack never got around to putting that kind of bath in, so we'll just have to make do with the shower."

Whipping out of his own beat-up robe, Jerry climbed into the tub with her, and when she drew shut the glass doors, it seemed as if they were cut off from the rest of the world, trapped willingly and excitingly in a personal universe no one else could enter.

Even the scent of her soap was personal, a lemony perfume that was a part of his mother, Jerry thought, standing close to that tall, almost willowy body and waiting for whatever it was she wanted him to do.

"Here, darling," she said, handing him the soap and stepping back so that the adjusted water purled enticingly over her silken flesh, "do me first."

Hands shaking a little, he foamed the soap and slid his fingers over her shoulders, then down her arms, and his swollen cockhead reached up to thump gently against the slight arch of her belly. Her tits felt wondrously slick against his soapy palms, and Jerry massaged them tenderly, reveling in their shape and texture, delighting in tickling the erectile nipples.

His mom's hips and belly were next, his fingers slippery over them, tingling at the feeling of wet, slick skin. Bubbles grew multi-colored in the golden bush of her pubic hair, and Jerry went to his knees to wash her pussy. Her thighs excited him, too, and he stroked them up and down, then proceeded to her calves and ankles.

Her feet were small and fragile feeling, and Jerry scrubbed them with enjoyment. When he started up her body again, the warm water ran over his own stimulated body and brought soapy foam with it. His mother pivoted slowly to present her back to him.

The cheeks of her ass were twin marvels, sliding in his hands, and the cleft between them was highly arousing as he dipped a finger into it. Jerry had to stand closer, to touch his distended prick to that beguiling flesh, and he rubbed it against his mom's buttocks as he washed her back and neck, then reached around to hold those rich, heavy tits again.

Angela backed into him, rolling her ass, and his soapy cock slid all over her wet skin. Reaching bebind her, she caught hold of his throbbing shaft and bent it to place it between her lathered thighs, so that it lifted and snugged into the sudsy nest of her cunt. But when he humped to her and tried to find the pussy entrance, she pulled away.

"It's too difficult to make it like this," she whispered huskily, "and besides, I haven't bathed you yet, darling."

Jerry stood braced with his feet spread wide apart as his mother washed him down. Her fingers were teasing, the very touch of her hands hotly tantalizing, as she stroked and caressed. The slickness of the soap made it even freakier for him, and when she began to use the suds to kind of jack him off, he flinched and trembled, his knees going weak with desire.

Pressing against him, sliding her wet tits across big chest, his mother held him close and kissed him, running ker hot tongue halfway down his gasping throat. Angela took pity then, and helped him rinse off, cleansed the soap from her own glowing body, and turned off the water. "Because I'm taller than you, I think we can screw okay, standing up. The length of your beautiful prick will help, too."

Manipulating his cock, she tipped the head down, then up, and Jerry felt his glans settle against his mother's dewy labia, where it sensed the marvelous hotness waiting inside. Quivering, he pushed it up and braced his hands upon her hips to steady them both. The flanged knot of his eager shaft eased into his mom's soft cunt lips as they spread slowly, as she wiggled her crotch to help the entrance.

"It probably won't go all the way in," Angela breathed, "but since you have so much nice, hard meat to spare, there'll be plenty of prick for us to make out. Oh, darling--that feels so good, sliding up into my pussy. Every time I can feel all that sweet meat moving into my box, it thrills me as much as the first time you put it to your mommy."

He barely had to bend his head in order to fasten his mouth to one of her scented nipples, and draw it happily into his lips as his cock reached up and up inside the satin walls of his mother's hot, juicy snatch. She was right; he couldn't sink it all the way to his balls, but most of it was buried in that steamy hole, and she gripped him tightly, searingly, as she rolled her delectable ass. She was boiling inside, as if she hadn't been fucked for a month.

Lifting to tiptoe and trying to get more shaft into her adorable vagina, Jerry stroked as best he could, and his mom bent her knees so that she could take all she could. Her belly moved across his, then away as she leaned back and braced her shoulders against the wall of the shower. Her full breasts stood up proudly, their tips arrogantly pink, the globes jiggling as she worked her crotch hungrily and maneuvered her experienced pussy around his thrusting pole.