My bra was soaked and had become completely transparent. I looked down at myself and it became quite apparent what had captured Tony’s gaze. “This is not about being fair but about washing you, now turn your head young man” “Oh come on mom your seeing me naked, it is not fair that I can’t at least see you in your underwear” I told my son to stop looking over his shoulders and to turn around. My husband doesn’t like me to trim my pussy and right now I was cursing his name because my pussy hairs were not completely covered by my panties, that were quickly becoming see through. My butt is bigger than when I was 19 but my husband has no complaints and he adores my big breasts. I am 40 now but I still in pretty good shape. I can’t say I blame him I think I still look pretty good for my age. I was feeling naked, my son was ogling me. “Sorry my bathing suit was too small this is all I could think of to wear” I opened the shower door and walked in, and my son whistled “Wow mom you look great” I decided to just wear my bra and panties. I take off all my clothes and I reach for bathing suit, but it had been a while since I had worn it and it was way too small. So Tony follows me into my bathroom and I turn on the shower, I take his pants and shirt off and then I slide his boxers off and he walks into the shower, I tell him that I will be right back I am going to put on my bathing suit. “Well I will put my bathing suit on and I will bathe you from behind, much like when I help you go to the bathroom” “Okay then I will help you I won’t have you stinking up the house” “Mom get real, I can’t bathe unless you help me” “I don’t know but you have to do something” “Now how am I going to bathe with these arms wrapped like this, I can’t get them wet” One day I finally told Tony “Son you have to bathe, you stink” It might have been to embarrassing to help Tony if my husband was home.
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We got into a normal routine for the next few days, it helped that my husband was away on business. Am I crazy, I can’t be thinking about this? I quickly walked away and tried to wipe the image from my head, but I couldn’t. And oh my God, my son was peeing into the toilet, it looked so funny, him trying to hit the bowl without using his hands by aiming with his hips, but what struck me was the size of his cock, even when soft it was longer than my husbands. I didn’t entirely close the door so I could hear him if he called out, as I was walking away I couldn’t stop myself from taking a quick peak. “Come on baby you’re my son, that’s what mothers are for” “Thanks mom I am not sure what I would do if you were not here” I guess I stood so long that Tony said “okay mom you can leave now”
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I know a mother is not supposed to think these thoughts, but I couldn’t stop staring at his ass. I could not help but notice his tight buns.
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So we head into the bathroom and I stand behind my son, I reach around and unbuckle his pants and pull them down, then I hook my fingers in his boxers and pull them down also. “Well I don’t know, okay…okay… how about I pull your pants down and your boxers and I will leave the bathroom so you can pee, will that work” “MOM I need to use the bathroom, what are we going to do?” The boy needed to use the bathroom but he was too embarrassed to ask his mom for help. We arrived home and it didn’t take long for my son to start fidgeting. It was good to have him home, my husband traveled a lot on his job and I was getting quite lonely in the big house by myself. I told him not to worry, we would figure something out. On the drive home he explained what had happened but the more troubling question was, how was he going to use the bathroom with both his hands wrapped up. I got to the hospital and my poor baby’s hands were both wrapped up to his forearms. He had burned his hands at work while cooking and he wanted me to go and pick him up and drive him home. Tony had a part time job working at a restaurant, one day I get a call from him at the hospital. My wonderful son was home for the summer, Tony is 19 now.