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Date: Sat, 26 Apr 2008 11:35:46 +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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