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Date: Tue, 01 Nov 2005 06:03:48 +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. WANNA MORE FAMILY INCEST STORIES?
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