I stood there at the window for a long moment, fingers hovering on the latch, heart pounding like it always did whenever I thought about peeking over at Chloe's room. I pushed the window up slowly, just a crack, enough for the cold air to rush in and brush my face. But her curtains were drawn tight—thick white fabric that blocked everything. No light, no silhouette, no hint of movement. Nothing.
The disappointment hit me like a dull ache in the chest. I closed the window again, and leaned my forehead against the cool glass for a second.
It's fine, I told myself. She'll be at the party tomorrow night. I'll see her then,up close, talking, maybe even finding a quiet corner to finally give her the necklace. No need to be impatient. No need to keep torturing myself like this. I let out a long breath and turned away from the window, trying to push the frustration down.
I headed to the bathroom, figuring a hot shower might clear my head. The house was quiet. I shut the bathroom door behind me, peeled off my shirt and sweatpants, and was about to step into the shower when the door opened without a knock.
Mom walked in completely naked, like it was the most normal thing in the world.
I froze. She looked incredible—long black hair loose, falling straight down her back and brushing the top of her round ass. Her F-cup breasts hung heavy and full, nipples dark and stiff from the cooler air, swaying gently with every step. Her stomach was flat and smooth, flaring out into wide hips that curved perfectly into thick thighs. Between her legs, her pussy was completely bare, lips plump and soft, a faint sheen of moisture catching the light. She moved with that effortless grace, body still glistening faintly from lotion, every inch of her skin looking impossibly soft and inviting.
I grabbed the towel off the rack fast and wrapped it around my hips, hiding the erection that had come back full force the second I saw her.
"Mom, what are you doing?" I asked, voice cracking a little.
She tilted her head, smiling that warm, loving smile like nothing was strange at all. "Why are you being shy, baby? It's not the first time I've seen you naked."
I swallowed hard, clutching the towel tighter. "I'm not a child anymore. I'm… grown up now."
She laughed softly and stepped closer, completely unbothered. "You'll always be my baby, Robbie. No matter how big you get." She turned on the shower, letting the water run hot, steam starting to fill the small room. "Come here. Sit down. I'll wash your back."
I couldn't move at first—my cock was throbbing so hard under the towel that I was sure she could see the outline. But she just waited, patient, so I shuffled over and sat on the small stool, turning my back to her to hide everything. The towel stayed wrapped tight around my waist.
She started rubbing soap into my shoulders, her hands strong but gentle, sliding down my back in slow circles. The warmth of the water and her touch made my skin tingle, and I had to bite my lip to keep from groaning. Every time she leaned in, her breasts brushed against my back. They were soft, heavy, warm and I felt her nipples drag across my skin. I gripped the edge of the stool, trying to stay still.
After a minute I stood up quickly. "That's… that's enough. I can finish."
But she grabbed my wrist before I could turn away. "Sit back down, Robbie."
I tried to pull back. "Mom, really, I'm fine—"
She tugged harder, not angry, just firm.
"Do you want me to scold you?" Then, before I could answer, she reached for the towel and pulled it off in one smooth motion.
I gasped and slapped both hands over my erection, dropping back onto the stool fast. My face burned so hot I thought I might pass out. She just smiled down at me, completely calm, like this was still normal.
She knelt in front of me, water running down her body in rivulets, making her skin shine. She soaped up her hands again and started washing my chest—slow, careful strokes over my pecs, down my stomach, thumbs brushing my sides.
I couldn't stop staring. Her breasts hung right in front of me, swaying with every movement, nipples brushing my thighs now and then. Water dripped from her hair onto them, running down the curves and pooling at the tips before falling. Her waist dipped in, then flared out to those wide hips, ass round and full behind her as she leaned forward. Between her legs, her pussy looked so soft, lips slightly parted from the position, glistening with water.
I was rock hard under my hands, cock twitching every time her fingers slid lower.
She reached my stomach, then paused. "Move your hands, baby."
I shook my head quickly, eyes wide.
She smiled, soft and patient. "It's not like it's the first time I've bathed you. I've seen everything. And it's normal for boys your age to get hard. Nothing to be ashamed of."
My throat was dry, but I hesitated only a second before slowly lowering my hands. My cock sprang free, thick and throbbing, tip already leaking a little. Elena's eyes flicked down, and she gave a quiet hum.
"When did you get so big?" she murmured, almost to herself, but not surprised—just noticing, like it was natural.
She grinned a little, soaped her hands again, and wrapped her fingers around the shaft. She started cleaning it slowly in long, gentle strokes from base to tip, thumb circling the head, washing away the precum that kept beading up. Her breasts jiggled with every movement, heavy and full, water dripping from her nipples onto my thighs. I stared at them, mesmerized by the way they bounced softly, the dark areolas puckered tight, the faint blue veins under the skin. My cock twitched hard in her hand.
"Looks like you really are grown up now," she said quietly, voice warm, almost proud. Her grip tightened just a fraction, sliding faster, soapy and slick.
I couldn't hold it. My hips jerked, cock pulsing, and I came hard—thick ropes shooting out, splattering across her chest, her neck, even hitting her cheek and chin. One streak landed right across her lips before she gasped in surprise.
She blinked, then wiped her face with the back of her hand, milk-white cum mixing with the water running down her skin. I stared, terrified she'd be angry, that I'd ruined everything.
But she just smiled soft, calm, like it was nothing at all.
"You're a healthy boy, Robbie," she said gently, rinsing her hand under the shower. "Nothing wrong with that."
I sat there, breathing hard, face burning, heart hammering, completely stunned at how relaxed she was. She stood up, water cascading off her body, breasts swaying as she rinsed her own body in the shower.
To be continued...
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