The Nudist and the bath

I was chatting on line with my friend Bill about what similar childhood experiences we had growing up in a nudist home.  Our conversation explored the many areas of our childhood. That’s how we discovered how much we both loved bathing with and being bathed by our parents.
I told Bill that I bathed with them, especially mom, well into my early teens. In fact the only reason we stopped bathing together was the lack of room in the tub.  Mom, dad and I still share the bathroom.
Bill told me his dad used to wash him whenever they bathed together. I asked him how old he was the last time his father bathed him. He chuckled and told me it was after his parents had retired had moved to Florida. He was in their condo watching TV with his mother when his dad walked in nude and announced he was he was going to take a soak in their new Jacuzzi tub. 
“Why don’t you join Dad?”  His mother suggested.  Bill protested he was too old, but his mother and to his surprise his father too encouraged him join in. He remembered it fondly.  He was 37 years old and it was the last time they bathed together. 
He asked me if I remembered my last time.  I told him I was in early teens, maybe around 13, and how much I loved it when mom washed me all over. I told him I used to get boners, which mom called stiffies and said I was her big boy.  Of course the baths were non sexual, but looking back I realize now how erotic and sensual they were.
I closed my eyes and visualized myself back when I was about 9 and mom and I were  in the tub full of clear warm water soaking before she start washing me. She never used a washcloth; instead she used her bare hands to wash me. 
I loved it when Mom cleaned my weenie. With her fingers around my stiffie, she would gently push my foreskin back then pull it back over my exposed cock head after she finished washing it.  I remembered how I would laugh and squirm and tell her it tickled. I don’t recall being embarrassed. I thought it normal and just something all parents did.
When I saw mom later that evening, she asked me how my day went and that’s when I told her about my chat with Bill and how we both were reminiscing about being bathed by our parents when we were kids. She smiled and told she remembered how much fun it was and how she used to tease me about my stiffies.
I laughed back and said, “I don’t think you’d be teasing me if you saw my stiffies now.”
“Don’t be crude young man, I’m still you mother,” she said faking sarcasm. 
“Bill told me he was 37 the last time his dad bathed him.”
“Well, I hope you don’t wait until you’re that old for me to give you a bath again,” she said smiling.
“Hell no, any time you’re up to it, I’m game,” I replied laughing back.
It’s not like she hadn’t seen me naked. I’m a nudist and I live at home with my parents.  She sees me nude every day.  
A few days later I came home from school early and with nothing to do I decided to take a soak in the tub.  I was in the bathroom filling the tub up with water when mom came in.
“How would you like it if I bathe you today?” 
“Really!  Hey! Go for it,” I said. 
“I’ll wash you just like when you were a baby,” she said smiling.
I couldn’t help from grinning ear to ear.
“Well, maybe not exactly,” she said laughingly.
“What do you mean?” I asked as I poured some bath soap into the water.
“You’re older and a lot bigger and I’m not getting into the tub with you,” she said taking the soap bottle from me.
“Yea, too bad,” I said stepping into the tub and keeling down in the water.
Mom knelt next to the tub and started scooping warm water over my head and shoulders. It felt nice and warm and relaxing. When my hair was all wet, she started washing it just like when I was a kid.  
Mom soaped her hand and started washing my back all the way down and over my butt. She scooped up some clean water and rinsed my back and butt off several times until all the soap was gone.
“Ummm, that feels good,” I said enjoying the touch of her hands.
After she finished, she soaped up her hands again and started on my shoulders, then down my chest and stomach to my pubic hair. That’s when I realized my dick had stiffened and was floating on the water.  There was no hiding it. The water was clear and barely came up to the top of my thighs.  I knew she could see it.
What she did next kind of took me by surprise, even though she had done it a million times when I was a kid.  She slipped her soapy hand down between my legs all the way past my balls to my anus and started washing me down there. I could feel the hairs of my ass rolling between her fingers and my skin as she washed and probed my anus and her forearm bumped against my erect cock.
I didn’t say anything the whole time, but instead closed my eyes and enjoyed the sensual feeling. 
When she washed my balls she cupped and pulled gently on them rolling them in her palm as she washed my ball sac.  I tried unsuccessfully to stifle the moan that escaped from my lips.
What she did next was unlike anything she ever did when I was a kid. Instead of using her fingers to push my foreskin back and expose my dick head to clean it, she wrap fingers around my long thick shaft and slowly stroked my cock until my dick head was completely exposed.  Then instead of laughing when she washed it with fingertips like when I was a kid, I moaned and whispered Oh yea, when she wrapped her fingers around my hard cock and slowly stoked it until my foreskin covered my swollen cockhead.
“Stiffies have always made it easier for me to clean your weenie,” she said giggling.
It had been years since mom had touched my erect cock. I was just a kid back then, now I was 20 year old man. There was no mistaking the feelings of arousal I felt. I didn’t know what to do; I was confused, excited and aroused.
“Stand up so I can wash your legs,” she said pulling me up by the elbow.
There is no way I can begin to describe how I felt standing in front of mom with my throbbing boner. 
Mom calmly and quietly started washing my legs slowly working her way up.  I knew she could not avoid seeing my throbbing boner. 
I stood there dripping wet and watch as Mom washed one leg then the other.
“Well one thing is for certain,” she said when she finished; “Your stifie is sure a lot bigger than when you were little.”
Flabbergasted and totally aroused I stepped out of the tub and into the towel she held so she could dry me.  I raised my arms up and stood with my legs apart just like when I was a kid. I felt her hand under the towel as she reached into every nook and cranny of my body. Then she took baby powder and with her bare hands coved my entire body with it. 
Then standing in front of me with her hands on her hips, she asked, “Well, how did you like your bath?” 
My mouth was so dry I barely managed to say,” I loved it.”
 I watched her hang up the towel and walk towards the door.
“I’ll leave so you can take care of that,” she said winking and nodding toward my boner leaving me alone and naked to jack off on my own.