Not Enough Time for Both of Us To Shower

Category: Female-Male (FM)
Submitted by: Amy Age: 46 Gender: Female

This happened, first out of necessity, but from there...

So, after my husband and I's divorce was final I moved into a small, very small apartment with my 15 year old son. At first things were kind of tense between the two of us. He wanted to live with his father at first, but that's because at his father's house, there were no rules.

Anyway, back to my story, with only one bathroom, getting ready in the mornings were difficult. So, a week or two after he started school again, and needed to get ready at the same time as me, we tried one of us could shower while the other got ready, and we wouldn't make a big deal. This worked for a few days, but then I noticed that he was getting an erection in the shower, but was trying to cover it up.

After a few days of me noticing his erection, we were having dinner, and I brought it up. I asked if he took care of himself when he woke up. He said he did, but then when he'd be in the shower and catch a glimpse of me in the nude, it would rise again. (I forgot the power of a teenage dick) hearing my son tell me he would get aroused by the sight of me got me feeling a little hot. I told him that it would be all right if he did it again in the shower.

Being that the next morning was a Saturday, I took my time getting up that morning. (I must admit that I jilled off once or twice that morning). However, it seems as though my son was waiting for me to get up before turning on the shower. Once I went in the bathroom, the water turned on, which startled me a little. I told him I didn't know he was in there, he told me, 'that's alright mom,' I looked up at the shower and saw my magnificent son standing there, behind the glass door, holding his very hard penis, moving his hand up and down the shaft. My jaw dropped. I couldn't take my eyes off my son. I just sat on the toilet for a couple of minutes longer than necessary, but I was in awe of what I was seeing. He lasted a lot longer than his father did, and seemed to be much harder as well. I went back into my room and jilled off again.

Then on Monday, I had woken up late, and remembered that I had an early meeting, so I went into the bathroom and asked my son how much longer he was going to be because I needed to get in. He then asked me something that I shouldn't have been so astonished to hear, but was, he then asked if I wanted to join him. Only because I was in a hurry, I said thanks, and got in with him.

His penis got rock hard as soon as I stepped in. I tried not to look or pay much attention to it because I was in such a rush, but the fact is, I DID, and thought about it all day long.

The next day, it was me who waited for him to get in the shower before I got up. When I heard the toilet flush, I knew he was about to get in the shower, so I went in, and again, asked if I could join. Again when I got in, he was hard, I told him how impressed I was and how he'd grown up so much. I held my hands out to hold his, we looked at each other in the eyes, then we kissed, it wasn't open mouthed, but certainly passionate. As much as I wanted to feel his body, I backed up because I knew we had to get ready for school and work.

That night, I went into his room to give him a goodnight kiss, when I did, he kissed me a little longer, similar to in the morning, he then asked if I wanted to stay a little longer and talk. I reached my hand out and said there's more room in my bed.

When we got to my bed we started to talk about our new situation with getting ready in the mornings. He said it was fine. The conversation soon turned to masturbation, he asked if he could do that in the shower, even if I were in the bathroom with him. I said it would be fine with me, and if he wanted, he could do it right then.

He then pulled down his boxer shorts and proceeded. I gave him a few pointers, like that he should slow down and let the moment last. Shortly after, he stopped and asked me if I wanted to. I pulled my shirt up and my underwear down. His eyes were glued to my crotch, as I played with myself.

After I finished, he proceeded to finish up himself. Then he went back into his room.

I haven't been able to get my mind off this. I thought writing it down might clear my head, but I'm tempted to see if he wants to join me again. We would never go beyond what we've done, but I still feel guilty for fantasizing.

[lb][i]This story was originally submitted to Solo Touch and not published because it violates the rules.[/i][rb]