Sharing the Shower (Taboo Erotica) Read online

  He finished washing himself a little before his mom. Getting out of the shower, he felt just as awkward as he had getting in, but he managed to dry off quickly.

  “I hope that wasn’t too weird for you, Tim.” His mom had to shout over the sound of the water. “It will get easier as we do it more often.”

  Do it more often? How will that make it any easier?

  “Uh, sure, I guess,” said Tim. “Mom… I’m sorry for what, well…”

  He couldn’t find a way to get the words out, but the shame and embarrassment were eating him alive. Tim knew that she hadn’t noticed his unintended orgasm, but his cock had still been hard, and it was because of her. The two of them both knew and understood, mother and son, that his visible arousal had been pointing like an arrow to the unspeakable elephant in the room.

  “Sweetie, it’s fine,” said his mom. “These things happen. You’re 18 years old. It’s not something that you have to be ashamed of.”

  She doesn’t get it. She doesn’t understand just how perverted my mind is, just how impossible she’s making it for me.

  “Mom, maybe we should just think about cutting back in other ways.” Tim was still standing there naked, and his cock was back to being rock hard, as if his mother’s voice alone was suddenly enough to get him worked up.

  “No!” His mother leaned out of the shower, wrapping a bit of the curtain around her breasts as though it were a bed sheet. “Tim, we need to keep going with this. If need be, well…”

  His mom’s face turned bright red, and the shower curtain slipped down slightly, revealing the edge of one of her nipples.

  “We can talk about ways to make it easier for you,” she finally managed.

  What the hell does that mean?

  Before Tim could say anything, Vanessa shook her head and returned to the shower.

  “Never mind, that was a silly thing to say.” She sighed, and Tim heard her set a bottle of shampoo down. “I’m almost finished in here. I’m heading out to have dinner with Maxine tonight, but I left a casserole in the fridge that you can throw in the oven.”

  “Okay…” Tim forced himself to turn away from the shower and wrapped a towel around his waist. He could still hear the water coming down, dripping onto her, and felt as though no noise had ever sounded so hot to him before.

  It took all of the force of will that he could muster, but he managed to get himself out the door and into the hallway. From there, he walked back into his room and sat down at his desk. His heart was still beating at a feverish pace.

  That just happened. Am I… some kind of pervert now?

  He desperately wanted to talk to someone about it, to explain his side of what had happened in order to better understand it for himself. There was nobody that he could tell, though. Even Brett, his oldest friend, would get the wrong idea.

  Instead, Tim booted up his computer, tapping his fingers nervously on the mouse pad as he watched the startup screens flicker by on the monitor. He heard the bathroom door open, and his mom’s footsteps begin to come down the hall. Her room was the one on the other side of his, and she’d have to walk right by his open door to get to it.

  I’m not going to look. She’s my mom, even after what happened, it’s not like I… find her attractive.

  It felt as though some kind of force had taken possession of his body in the moment. Right as his mother walked by his room, Tim swiveled his chair around to watch. She was wrapped in a towel, just as he still was, except she had more to cover with the same amount of cloth.

  Her boobs threatened to pop out the top, and the edges of the towel didn’t overlap, leaving a long slit that one of her legs and the back of one of her buttocks were visible through. It also wasn’t long enough to make it all the way around the curve of her butt, giving him a nice glimpse of what he’d already confirmed to be an amazing backside.

  This is sick! She’s my mother, for fuck’s sake!

  Tim stood up and quickly walked over to the door in his room. He closed it with more force than he’d intended, causing it to slam shut with a bang and also knocking his towel loose from the movement. His cock stood at full attention, practically vibrating with illicit excitement.

  He pulled on a pair of shorts and a t-shirt and then walked back over to his computer. With quick, desperate keystrokes, he pulled up his web browser and began typing words into Google.

  “I think I’m attracted to…”

  Before he could finish the query, the search engine began making autocomplete suggestions underneath. He winced at the list and felt his cock throb even more eagerly in his shorts.

  I think I’m attracted to my friend

  I think I’m attracted to a girl

  I think I’m attracted to my son

  CHAPTER 4

  Tim spent the rest of the afternoon on his computer, making a trip downstairs for the casserole only after he’d heard his mom leave for the evening. He ate food, played video games, worked out a bit with pushups and bodyweight exercise, and did everything he could think of to stay distracted. In the end, he went to bed earlier than usual, hoping that a good night’s sleep would be just what he needed to clear his head.

  He awoke the next morning to light tapping noise on his door. It was hot and humid, even with the air conditioning on, and his sheets felt a bit sticky. He pulled himself up into a sleeping position and realized that he’d slept naked the night before.

  “Honey, are you awake?” His mom’s voice sounded cheerful and energized, as though she’d already been up for several hours. “Can I come in?”

  “Uh, yeah, sure mom.” Immediately after the words left Tim’s mouth, he realized that he had one of the worst cases of morning wood that he’d ever experienced. The door began to open and he rushed to cover the bulge in the sheets with a pillow.

  His mom walked in, and Tim’s mouth dropped open in surprise. She was wearing a bikini, a tiny pink bikini that looked more like lingerie than swimwear. Her breasts were almost entirely exposed, with only the nipples in the center covered by small fabric triangles and tied in the back by insubstantial strings.

  The bottom of it was much the same, pulled up against her crotch in a way that reminded Tim a little of a thong. He could almost make out the folds of her pussy, and his cock throbbed with excitement as the thought entered his head.

  “We’re going to the beach today, remember?” Vanessa walked over and sat down next to him in bed. She set one of her hands on Tim’s thigh, and he almost groaned out loud in pleasure.

  “We are?” he asked. After searching his mind for a moment, he remembered when she’d brought it up earlier in the week. “Oh yeah. Okay, we can go to the beach.”

  But with her wearing that the entire time, how am I going to make it through the day?

  Vanessa looked delighted.

  “Yay! I already have towels for us downstairs, along with a beach umbrella.” She squeezed his leg, and Tim felt like he was on the verge of having another accident. “Throw on your swim trunks and I’ll meet you in the living room.”

  “What about breakfast?”

  “You can grab a granola bar from the cupboard.” His mom stood up, her boobs bouncing as she stepped forward and fixed the bottom of her bikini with cute, deft movements. “If we don’t get there early, all of the good spots will be crowded out.”

  Twenty minutes later, the two of them were in the car, on the way. Vanessa had thrown on a t-shirt over her bikini, along with a short beach skirt that somehow only made her look even hotter. Tim sat in the passenger seat and fiddled with the radio as they drove out to the beach.

  “This is going to be so much fun!” His mom was beaming, and she hummed along with the song playing on the stereo as they went.

  “Yeah, I’m excited.” It was the honest truth. Tim was looking forward to hanging out with her at the beach. The day before had been confusing for him, and it felt as though going for a swim, something the two of them had often done together every summer since he was old enough to stay af
loat, would bring him back to reality.

  Is that the only reason I want to go to the beach with her, or…?

  “Here we are!” Vanessa turned into the dirt parking lot that was across the road from the long stretch of sand on the edge of the lake. “It doesn’t look too crowded, either. We’re in luck!”

  The two of them climbed out of the car and pulled their stuff out of the trunk. Tim was wearing a pair of thin sandals, but as they crossed the road and stepped onto the beach, he could feel the hot sand as it spilled over the edges of them.

  “Let’s set up over there.” Tim pointed to a small area that was almost closed off between two small patches of trees and bushes. His mom nodded and they hurried over.

  “Oh, this is so perfect,” said Vanessa. “I bet the water is going to be warm and beautiful.”

  She spread their towels out, and Tim set up the beach umbrella. He had just taken his shirt off and was starting to walk over to the water, preparing to dip one of his toes in when his mom called out to him.

  “Sweetie, do you mind putting some suntan lotion on me?” Vanessa was lowering herself down onto a towel and looking over her shoulder at him. “The last thing I want to do today is get burned.”

  Tim’s initial reaction was to say no. He was 18 years old, at the age where that kind of contact felt a little weird between him and his mom, especially after what had happened in the shower the day before.

  It will probably be fine. She’s my mom, as long as I keep that in mind I don’t have anything to worry about.

  “Oh, whoops!” Vanessa had sat up on her towel and started to untie her bikini top. She was slow in catching it after she’d gotten the knot undone, and for the briefest second her perfect breasts had been on full display for Tim. His cock felt as though it had been triggered, hardening in seconds, readying itself for action.

  “Jeez, mom!” Tim shook his head and tried not to stare as his cheeks began to heat up. Vanessa turned away from him and lied down on the towel, trapping her naked boobs underneath her.

  “Sorry, sweetie,” she said. “It was an accident. Just try to forget what you saw!”

  I’m not sure if that’s possible…

  Tim walked over to where she was on the towel slowly with controlled steps, even though every fiber of his being wanted to rush into what was to come. He took the bottle of suntan lotion and squeezed a dollop of it into his hand. Then, he straddled his mom and slowly sat down on her legs, letting his hard cock come to a rest right on top of her butt.

  “Go ahead, honey,” whispered his mom. “Give me a good rub down.”

  As Tim leaned forward and brought his hands down to her back, his cock slipped in between her buttocks. He brought his palm into contact with the soft, flawless skin of her back and felt her flinch slightly as the lotion made contact.

  “Ooh, that’s cold,” said his mom.

  “Sorry,” said Tim. He began to rub his hands along her back, and without meaning to, he started to grind his cock into her ass.

  Mom, I’m really sorry!

  It was hard for him to keep himself under control. She was his mother and he reminded himself of that fact over and over again as his hands did their job, making sure the lotion covered every inch of her back and was properly soaked in. Vanessa didn’t make it easy for her son, reacting to the touch of his fingers as though she was getting a certain amount of enjoyment out of it on her own, occasionally squeezing her buttocks together and massaging his dick.

  “Mmmm, that feels really good, sweetie,” she whispered. “Yeah. Rub it in a little harder.”

  Why does she have to talk like that? I’m going to lose it if she keeps it up!

  Tim was only barely in control of himself. His hands began to drift further over the side of his mom’s arms and shoulders, meandering towards the soft flesh of her tits. His hips were pushing down into her, grinding his cock against her fantastic butt as though he was actively trying to get off.

  Neither of them said anything for a minute, and the lewd act continued. A strange tension hung in the air, and Tim couldn’t help but wonder if his mom could feel it, too. The sun was hot, but the woman underneath him was even hotter. The thought made his chest feel like it was being overwhelmed with shame and confusion.

  She’s my mother! I can’t be doing this.

  “Oh yeah, honey,” whispered his mom. “Make sure I’m completely covered.”

  I’m going to cover her with my cum if I don’t stop soon!

  He could feel his cock slowly moving dangerously close to the point of no return. One of his hands slipped almost entirely under his mom, cupping her breast to the side of her nipple. Tim was barely even rubbing in the lotion, totally foregoing the pretext that had made the contact possible in the first place.

  “Alright, that’s good,” said his mom. “I can do the rest, sweetie.”

  Tim felt a little like he was coming out of a trance as he moved off his mom and back over to his towel. She held her bikini tight against her chest as she stood up and retied it.

  “It’s such a nice day out, don’t you think?”

  Tim nodded. His eyes were glued to his mom’s legs and stomach as she slowly began to rub the rest of the lotion in.

  “Yeah mom,” he said. “It really is.”

  CHAPTER 5

  The rest of their morning at the beach went by without any major incidents. Tim managed to get himself calmed down, though when his mom stood up to get into the lake, the sight of her brought back all of the confusing emotions he’d been struggling against.

  He spent a while swimming with her in the water, which was just the right temperature to cool off his body and his hormones. The two of them splashed each other and enjoyed the day in the same way that any mother and son would. For a couple of hours, Tim was able to forget about his strange urges.

  “Hmmm, the water looks a little cloudy,” said his mom. “I think it would be best if we both take a shower when we get back.”

  Another shower?

  Tim wasn’t sure how to respond. On one hand, part of him was eager to see her naked again. He still wasn’t sure what had happened the last time they’d bathed together, how things had ended with him and his accident. He couldn’t ignore his mom’s sexuality any more than he could ignore that of any sexy woman, as confusing as it was for him.

  But, on the other hand, she was his mother. The boundaries between them were set in stone, as clear as the boundary between night and day.

  Why do I feel so excited to see her naked, then?

  “Tim?” His mom was staring at him the beach expectantly. “Is that okay, sweetie? We’ll have to share the shower again, just like yesterday.”

  Tim felt his cock harden, and was suddenly glad that he was in deep enough water for it hide everything up to his waist. He slowly nodded.

  “Yeah mom, that’s fine,” he said. “Not a problem.”

  The two of them were mostly silent on the drive home, with Vanessa occasionally commenting on the radio program. Tim could feel the same exaggerated sexual tension in the air between him that he’d felt in the bathroom the day before. He was anticipating what was to come, even though it made him feel guilty and weird to admit it.

  I’ll be more careful this time. It won’t be the same as it was yesterday. I won’t let it get to that point.

  Once Vanessa had parked the car back in their driveway, the two of them headed inside. Tim sat in the living room, staring at the TV without really watching it while his mom buzzed around the kitchen and made the two of them lunch.

  “It’s turkey and bacon, your favorite.” His mom was suddenly standing in front of him, holding a plate with a sandwich and chips on it. Tim realized that he’d been completely zoned out.

  I was thinking about her, remembering what I saw. I need to put a stop to this!

  “Oh, uh, thanks, mom.” He took the plate from her with sheepish, downcast eyes. His mom ran one of her hands through his hair and then squeezed his shoulder.

  “I�
��m just going to clean up a bit in the kitchen while you eat,” she said. “Afterward, we should take a shower. I can still feel grains of sand in my hair.”

  Tim’s cock began to respond to her words before he’d even consciously processed them. He met his mom’s gaze for a moment and felt his entire body heat up with erotic sensitivity.

  “Alright mom,” said Tim. “Just let me know when you’re done.”

  She smiled at him.

  “I will.”

  Tim had only just finished eating when his mom came back into the living room. She looked strangely nervous and awkwardly toyed with her fingers in front of her as she walked over to the couch.

  “Are you ready, sweetie?”

  Am I ready?

  The question quietly escaped her lips, as though she was sharing a secret with him. Tim began to wonder how much of what he was feeling his mother shared. He didn’t just see her naked the last time they showered. She saw him, too. She saw all of him, including his hard, aroused cock.

  “Yeah mom, I’m ready,” said Tim.

  He followed close behind her up the stairs. His mom looked over her shoulder and smiled nervously at him as they both entered the bathroom. The shower looked more imposing than anything Tim had ever seen before, as if stepping through the curtain would bring him backwards down a one way street.

  “Well, here we are.” His mom smiled at him. She was still wearing her swimsuit under her outfit, and as she slowly began to pull her t-shirt up and over her head, Tim turned his eyes onto her and felt his cock begin to stir eagerly.

  What the hell is wrong with me? She’s my mother, for god sakes!

  Vanessa wiggled out of her skirt next, her butt popping into view, covered only by the tiny bikini bottom and now slightly tanner than it had been the day before. She kept her swimsuit on as she bent over and began fiddling with the knobs, wiggling her hips slightly as though it was the most natural thing in the world.