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Date: Tue, 13 Sep 2005 23:16:09 +0000
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SHOWER HERO - Jane & Steve
CHAPTER ONE
My son Steve was fourteen years old and was a real hero for me after my
accident. I burned both hands trying to put out a kitchen fire. Not only did he
finish putting the fire out, but took care of me while my hands healed. I needed
to wear bandages and special gloves which I couldn't get wet.
The worst problem was doing little things, like buttoning blouses, dialing the
phone, and bathing. Velcro shoes, oversized sweat suits, and a new phone solved
some difficulties. I'm quite conservative, not one to go without a brassiere.
When I went out in public, I still needed Steve to clip my brassiere, much to
his embarrassment. His only regret was that he was not old enough to use this as
excuse to drive to the Food-n-Fast.
Bathing was a problem. I need to be clean, and standing under the shower,
holding my hands over my head didn't do it. Drying off was problem too. I could
wrap the towel around my hands and dry most of myself but not my back or hair.
I finally recruited Steve to come into the bathroom and dry me. I stood with my
back to him, holding a towel in front of me to provide some modesty. He dried my
back quickly but had trouble drying my bottom. The act of rubbing a towel down
my crack and between my legs was almost too much for him. I'm sure he got
glimpse of my breasts under the towel, although with my B-cup figure, they are
easy to hide if I try.
My breasts aren't large but most of the guys in my life have enjoyed them,
especially the nipples. Younger boys like the feel of the breasts but men like
to suck on the large nipples.
He dried me on several occasions over the next week or so and each time he was
more relaxed. I still needed a good scrubbing with soap but couldn't get my
hands wet. I occurred to me that he had already seen me naked from the back so
maybe he could wash my back in the shower. The next time I showered I stood with
my back exposed out the shower door and asked him to soap and wash it. He did a
great job, even washing my bottom, but not into the crack. It didn't bother him
too much and he continued down, washing my legs without me asking. We made quite
a mess with water and soap all over the bathroom floor.
The next weekend I wanted to shampoo my hair. My figure isn't bad but my
shoulder length glossy black hair does standout. I decided to have Steve do it
under the shower. I told him I wanted a shampoo and how he could do it. He
hesitated but I explained "I'll stand under the shower, with my back to you. I
promise not to look at you. You just stand behind me and shampoo my hair." He's
was almost as tall as I am, so it would be easy.
After I got in the shower, he came into the bathroom to get undressed. I could
see through a clear spot in the frosted pattern on the doors and saw he had an
erection. It was so cute. Not very big around but longer than I would have
guessed. He had a little hair around it. He opened the shower door and I turned
away from him, enjoying the hot water flowing over my breasts and down my
stomach. He was a little tentative at first but he soon got the lather started.
The shower wasn't very big and I was worried about falling as he worked up a
lather. To brace myself I leaned against the end wall. This forced him to stand
a little closer and I could feel the tip of his penis touch my bottom once. He
immediately stood back.
He was about to get out when I told him that he needed to shampoo it twice. I
said "Why don't you wash the rest of me, then I'll rinse this out and you can
shampoo it again." I had forgotten the wash cloth. "Just use soap on your hand."
I said. He began washing me as he had done through the open door. He avoided my
crack and washed down one leg, and up the other. When he got back up to my
bottom, I spread my legs what little I could in the shower. "Can you do a little
better job back there?" He complained a little but rubbed his hand up the crack,
rinsing it when he finished. I told him "I don't know how many times I wiped
your butt. When you're grown and have a baby, you'll clean up a lot worse things
than that."
He said "OK, OK, whatever you want."
I laughed "You're doing fine. You don't mind that much do you?"
He said it was "OK".
"Now" I said, "Do you want to reach around me to wash my front, or should I
close my eyes and turn around?" You should have heard him sputter, not knowing
which was worse.
"Stay like that!" he blurted. I couldn't help but laugh to myself. If I had
turned around, I'm sure I would have seen one very erect penis.
I stood with my hands out of the spray. He began by reaching around with one
hand and soaping my stomach. He was very nervous and couldn't go any higher or
lower. I finally said "Hurry and wash the rest of me. We'll run out of hot
water." He quickly did a once over, soaping my breasts and upper chest. As he
did, I felt his penis again touch me. "You can do better than that. They don't
bite." He finally overcame his reluctance and washed me more slowly, gliding
his hand over my soapy breast. I think he even rubbed the nipple a little
extra. When I didn't say anything he continued, and switched hands and even
played a little with other nipple. His penis brushed my butt several times. I
was in heaven.
He finished with the breasts and rewashed my stomach, working his way down.
When he got to my pubic hair, I said "Lots of soap there please." My pubic
hair is thick and black. I don't wear a bikini so I don't shave above my legs.
He rubbed the bar of soap on the hair and I said "Scrub it well." I was
getting hot. It had been years since I showered with anyone. He had one hand
on my hip as the other washed my pussy. He was washing it, I would not have
believed it a week ago. As his hand went deeper between my legs, I re-spread
my legs, opening myself to him and said "You're doing a good job. Use some
more soap. Rub it in well." It had been weeks since I had diddled myself to
orgasm. I could feel his hand rubbing over the outside of my pussy, touching
the inner labia where they hung below the outer lips. It was like an electric
shock as two fingers slipped within my pussy slit and slid over and back up
lightly brushing my clit. Not thinking, I said "Deeper" as his fingers
explored the outer edges of my vagina. His finger pushed in. A rush came and I
couldn't stop my heavy sigh of "Ohhhh". I was not in control and my legs
shook, forcing me to press them together. My shutter scared him and he quickly
pulled his hand out and switched to washing my legs.
I put my head under the shower and rinsed, catching my breath. My son had
actually given me an orgasm! It was so quick. How badly did I scare him? "OK. Do
my hair once more with shampoo." He did so with relief, and with some expertise
this time. I rinsed again and asked him to grab the bottle of conditioner. "This
needs to be worked in very well, evenly." I instructed. "Better use both hands."
I leaned against the wall again, this time further over. He stood behind me
leaning over my back, massaging in the conditioner. His penis touched my bottom
several times. I could tell that it was erect. He didn't seem upset when it
rubbed against my soapy butt.
"Do the front of my head more, the bangs." I said, lowering my head a bit. As he
reached up I pushed my bottom back against him. He moved back a little and
stopped. I could feel his penis laying against my bottom. "Its OK, you can lean
against me if you want to." He moved to work in more conditioner and I could
feel more of him against my back. His stomach touched my back. I wiggled my butt
a little and his erection slipped into the soapy crack of my butt. He left it
there, his balls occasionally touching the bottom of my butt.. "Rub it in well."
I said, not thinking about the conditioner.
He leaned into me further, with his pelvis tight against my bottom. I gently
rocked my hips up and down, sliding his erection along my slippery crack. He
massaged my scalp slowed as I rocked. I rocked a little faster, squeezing my
crack around his penis as I did. His hands stopped and he put one on my
shoulder. His hips were moving in unison with mine now. His hand tensed on my
shoulder. The other came down and wrapped around my waist, pulling me to him.
His hip were moving faster now, thrusting the erection up long my crack with
greater force. As his tension grew, it came in tiny shivers, shaking his body
and quivering his hands. Suddenly I could feel his release and hear his "Oh Oh
Oh" as his hot cum spurted over and over up my back.
Both arms wrapped around me and his head lay on my back. I could hear his
panting. He was still hard. I let him rest like that for a minute before
speaking. "Bend your knees a little." He did and his penis moved down between my
legs, I opened my legs and rocked my hips forward. The tip came up into the
folds of my pussy. I wiggled and rocked my hips again. He didn't need any more.
He thrush his pelvis forward, his cock penetrating me. We both started rocking
again as he drove his penis deeper into my vagina. His balls slapped against me.
Oh I wanted to reach down with my hand. He moved his hands, one to my breast,
the other rubbing me in the pubic hair. I whispered over my shoulder "Rub
lower." He did, lowering his hand and rubbing two fingers in my pussy as he did
before. When he brushed my clit, I told him "Right there, lightly." And then
"Faster now." Soon the rush came and my body shook again.
I don't know if he came a second time. He was holding me tight, his hips pumping
double time. In this position, only half of his penis could enter me but I'm
sure that was enough for him. I could feel the ridge around the tip slipping in
and out of me as he thrust. It made almost a popping sound. When he stopped, I
asked "Do you think I can turn around now?" Not waiting for a reply, I turned
and hugged him tight, pressing my breasts to him as his penis pressed against
me. I said "I do love you."
He said "Me too." He's so eloquent. The hot water ran out, chasing us out of
the shower.
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